The Glory of Noxus

In the dark night, black mist slowly surges.

In this dim darkness, criminals and ruthless looters have begun to move.

Under the leadership of Silas, they left the valley, their figures seemed to melt into the night, and quickly and quietly set off towards the Misilver City prison.

Even from a high altitude, it is difficult to discern what is happening on the ground.

The covering black mist will cover up all traces.

The cold wind blew through the silent land late at night.

Silas walked along the established mountain road, with Freyna, the Mother of Scars, behind him.

She is riding her partner Bingfang, a Juvask wild boar that looks like a heavy truck.

The huge body ran, but under the cover of the black mist, no sound could be heard.

Next up is Ewell.

The young demon-stained man was carefully controlling the black mist around him to avoid the high-altitude patrols of the Demacian Dragon Bird Knights that might appear.

At the same time, under Ewell's consciousness, the color of the mist changed into similar colors according to the gradually brightening sky.

Huojixing fell behind Ewell.

He observed the changes in the color of the mist with curiosity, as if he wanted to learn.

Compared to his own research on fog, Evel is more experienced.

On the other hand, Brokvall, who was carrying a broad sword beside him, was looking at him with cold eyes.

Ever since he learned about Huo Jixing's Noxian identity, Brokvar was like a bodyguard who never left his side, following Huo Jixing.

At the end are the lawless gangsters and ruthless looters, numbering nearly a thousand.

They held sharp blades and had cold eyes, like a pack of hungry wolves, eager to pounce on their prey.

Dawn is coming.

Silas and the others must rush to the Mithril City prison before the sun appears.

On the wide road, Silas and his team walked lightly and firmly without any hesitation or delay.

Huo Jixing looked at the brightening sky and silently followed the team, moving forward slowly.

About half an hour later

In the distant sky, a towering mountain comes into view, with a silver-white building standing on the top of the mountain.

The nearly blooming dawn flowers fall on the dome of the building, reflecting the brilliance.

Silas withdrew his distant gaze and glanced at Huo Jixing without trace, feeling secretly wary in his heart.

During the journey just now, the magical ability this guy displayed was somewhat special and terrifying.

From a long distance, they can discover the hiding place of the vanguard sentry in advance, which makes their progress very smooth.

The prison of Mithril City is not located in a bustling city.

Instead, it is located on a highland covered with rocks outside the city.

This prison built of pure white stone is at a certain distance from Mithril City. Neither too far nor too close, just within sight of Mithral City.

The towering mountains give the prison itself a natural defensive advantage, making it difficult for enemies to climb and attack.

Moreover, the guards of the prison can be condescending, overlooking the surrounding area, and remain alert to any approaching dangers.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a sentry standing like a stone statue.

"Why are we guarding here?" The soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia leaned against the dark gray wall and looked at the silent environment around them with a bored expression.

"There are rumors of black magic leaking out in Mithril City. We should hunt down those damn demon-contaminated people."

The Demacian Centurion heard the soldiers' complaints and shook his head slightly.

He generally did not object to the complaints of his soldiers.

This is very common and is one of the ways they vent their emotions.

The captain's mind wandered and he looked up at the sky. Seeing the rays of dawn slowly soaking into the sky, he felt relieved in his heart.

It was another peaceful night, and my duties were coming to an end.

The ten-capion captain began to adjust his shining armor, and his upright posture relaxed a little.

After the rotation, he will return to Mithril City and spend a pleasant day with his family.

"I agree with you." Another Demacian Kingdom soldier said.

"The guards of Mithril City are used to having an easy life, so it is the best choice for us to cooperate with the demon-hunting investigators in the pursuit."

"Mage, I really want to drive them all away!"

"Okay, let's stop discussing it."

When the captain heard his soldiers say taboo words, his tone became slightly solemn and he interrupted the conversation between the two.

"It's foggy!"

The Demacian Kingdom soldier standing at the top of the sentry suddenly spoke out, with uncontrollable surprise in his voice.

Although it is close to the Northland Mountains, morning mist is often seen in winter.

But in warm summer days, fog is still relatively rare.

This was the first time the soldiers at the sentry saw the morning fog coming at dawn.

The tenth captain walked to the sentry window and looked at the thick fog filling the distance. For some reason, he felt uneasy in his heart.

It seemed like some terrible danger was coming to the sentry post.

"Probably not?"

The captain was looking for psychological comfort for himself, but he was preparing to raise his left hand to signal the soldiers behind him to raise an alarm to the prison on the top of the mountain.

"Huh?" The captain's heart sank.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong. The soldiers who had been talking just now completely lost their voices.

"who?"

The ten-capion captain drew out the sharp blade from his waist, took off the shield on his back, and pointed it at his back.

Looking around, he saw nothing unusual, and his vision was filled with gray-white mist.

"Forehead!"

The Captain was just getting ready for battle, but before he could react, an arm wrapped in blue light penetrated the mist, held his neck, and gently turned it 180 degrees.

After Silas dealt with the soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia at the guard post, he walked out with a relaxed expression.

He looked towards the mountain road. Hard and flat dark gray marble paved the rugged mountain road, extending to the Mithril City prison on the top of the mountain.

The breeze blowing from outside the mountains lifted flags representing the Kingdom of Demacia.

Silas moved forward with firm steps, ripples in his heart.

"Fifteen years of waiting, I will start from this and overthrow the Kingdom of Demacia."

The cold wind of dawn blew through the rocky heights.

The thick mist that suddenly appeared spread along the mountain road like a swaying tide.

They are slowly engulfing the soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia who are lurking and guarding along the way.

These soldiers wore thick silver armor and held sharp blades, but when faced with the thick fog, they were like fragile paper figures with no one to resist.

The pale mist gradually thickened, and the dim smell of blood filled the air.

As time passed, the fog came to a silver-white barrier.

This silver barrier is tall and solid, with a cold and hard color flashing on its surface, as if it were carved from a single boulder.

Behind the barrier, a stone bridge can be seen extending.

The silver-gray stone bridge is the only way to enter the prison of Mithril City. It is suspended in the sky and connects the barrier and the prison together.