The Glory of Noxus

Under the cold winter.

In the courtyard surrounded by gray-white earth and stone walls, scattered snowflakes soaked in the soil.

Chichi! Chichi! Chichi!

The sound of knives, like drizzle, cut through the cold air, leaving behind traces of red.

Huo Jixing's eyes were focused, ignoring the wind and snow.

Step on, swing the knife.

The steps are light and the sword swings are coherent and smooth, without any sloppiness.

Upon closer inspection, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

As time passed, a hazy white mist gradually rose around Huo Jixing's body.

It's a strange scene caused by the hot blood melting snowflakes.

Looking from a distance, the gray-white mist rising into the air is slowly changing, seemingly turning into a bird with spread wings, wandering in the courtyard.

Suddenly.

Bursts of chirping birds suddenly appeared, suppressing the sound of drizzle and shaking the chaotic snowflakes.

Finally disappeared in mid-air.

Sonorous!

The blade sheathed, Huo Jixing exhaled a breath of white breath, like an arrow, shot five or six centimeters away, and melted into the snowflakes in the sky.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

Light applause rang out, and Gregory, who was leaning on the wooden door, looked at Huo Jixing in the snow with an expression of wonder and said.

"Your skills and fire power seem to have improved again?"

"I'm a little envious of Wilson's eyes!"

If there were people like legion advisors in his occult school, he would not come to the border of the empire to avoid the disputes in the royal capital.

Unfortunately, the Imperial Military Department will not give in.

Gregory thought of the Hand of Noxus today.

Darius, a legendary figure who rose from a commoner to the position of general step by step, had an extremely tough attitude towards many forces and nobles in the empire and never compromised.

"Thank you very much Amorin for your help. I got something from you while I was resting last night!" Huo Jixing walked over with a long knife hanging on his waist.

"Ha ha!"

Gregory chuckled, and he liked Huo Jixing's humble character more and more.

"Your skills should have reached [Advanced Warrior], right?"

"I just entered [Senior Warrior] not long ago." Huo Jixing nodded and admitted.

"The ingenuity of the skills is sometimes no less than extraordinary strength." Gregory praised in a tone of voice, and then changed his words: "It is just too difficult and cannot be endured by ordinary people."

Being able to fight against the extraordinary and lasting for hundreds of years, there must be merit in the way of craftsmanship.

And as Gregory said, if you want to achieve something in the way of craftsmanship, you need to spend countless time and energy, which is far better than improving your own strength.

This is also the choice of most extraordinary people.

However, Huo Jixing felt that it was worthwhile to improve his skills.

During this time, he clearly felt the power of the fusion of skills and transcendence.

Listening to Huo Jixing's narration, which also mentioned the recommendation of his old friend Wilson, Gregory nodded, as if recalling something.

"Wilson is right. I have seen from a distance an extraordinary artist who has stepped into the realm of a master, defeating many powerful extraordinary beings, including several heroes and legendary crown princes."

"But Grandmaster"

"Understood!" Huo Jixing shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he understood that the realm of a master is indeed a realm that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He remembered Wilson's words and Eric's helplessness.

"The Way of Craftsmanship."

Huo Jixing's thoughts moved, and he glanced at Gregory in front of him vaguely.

If ordinary craftsmen can ignore the erosion of runes and magic and hold extraordinary items, can they resist or kill extraordinary people?

He still remembered that Gregory had mentioned that the empire was secretly conducting relevant research, using ordinary people to exert extraordinary powers.

"Is the bird sound just caused by your flame power a manifestation?" Gregory asked with interest.

"Yes, I named it Nanli Fire!"

Huo Jixing's expression remained as usual, standing on the spot, slowly stretching out his palm and bending his fingers, making it seem like he was holding but not holding.

In an instant!

A flash of red-gold Nanli Fire suddenly appeared, hanging in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, in the courtyard where the temperature was suitable, a terrifying high temperature descended, distorting the air and evaporating large tracts of white mist.

Then, in Gregory's amazed look, red-gold fireworks spread along his arms, like a layer of golden jade clothing, extending up and down, covering Huo Jixing's body.

"The Fire of Nanli? A strange name."

Gregory stretched out his fingers wrapped in gray energy and touched the golden jade garment. The layer of gray energy melted like ice and snow, and there was a burning sensation at his fingertips.

"Horrifying heat!"

He looked at the red-gold flames and Huo Jixing, who was safe and sound inside the flames, and a different emotion flashed through his deep eyes.

Huo Jixing, who was driving the Nanli Fire, was unaware of it.

In the Noxus camp, he came into contact with ordinary people such as Eric, and basically could not see the extraordinary.

In order to avoid hurting Eric and the others, he would use Nanli Fire as little as possible, and he would not be able to use it at full strength during sparring.

This made him a little timid.

And with Grigri, he could use the fire of Nanli to his heart's content, like a child showing off the candy in his hand, extremely proud.

Just when Huo Jixing was about to say something.

Suddenly, bursts of energy fluctuations came from the wooden house, which made people feel palpitating and frightened.

what--!

Then there was a piercing scream.

It's Amorine!

Gregory's pupils tightened, his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately turned around and ran towards the house.

Huo Jixing followed Gregory closely, drawing out the long knife from his waist, and the Nanli fire instantly covered the blade.

Push open the wooden door.

Gregory and Huo Jixing saw Amorin, who was wearing a sweater and looking pale, walking towards the red fireplace, her cold face full of struggle.

boom!

As if he sensed something unusual, the fireworks in the fireplace surged, and large sheets of blazing flames spurted out, igniting the corners of Amorin's sweater and threatening to sweep through her whole body.

"Dammit, help!"

Gregory looked angry, yelled, and ran over quickly.

While running, I saw Gregory's fingers intertwining and changing, pulling out bursts of gray energy, turning into a shield, covering his body.

At the same time, the runes engraved on the roof and walls lit up brilliantly, and the majestic magical power descended, suppressing Amorin's progress.

He stopped when he saw Amorin.

The flames in the fireplace became more and more restless, burning the walls and carpets fiercely, and there seemed to be a pair of strange pupils looking down at everyone.

Sonorous!

Huo Jixing stepped past Gregory without hesitation, ran toward the blazing flames, and swung his sword to kill him.

Boo!

The slender blade sliced ​​through the air, like the chirping of a red bird, and cut into the flames.

Bang!

A dull clashing sound sounded.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly. He felt that what he struck was not flames, but leather armor.

"What's happening here?"

Huo Jixing's heart sank, the blade in his palm danced wildly, and the red-gold Nanli Fire raged, suppressing the raging flames in an instant.

Click!

The red fireplace could not withstand the intertwined energy and shattered, with tiny metal fragments shooting out like arrows.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing's expression remained unchanged, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, swung his wrist, and waved the slender long knife with all his strength.

In a moment.

At the terrifying speed, the slender long knife left a trail of afterimages and turned into a red-gold shield standing in front of him, melting away pieces of fine metal fragments.

When the shield dissipated, Huo Jixing looked up and saw a pair of strange eyes hidden in the fireplace, staring at him.

No, not him.

It is the fire of Nanli covering the blade!

boom!

In the haziness, Huo Jixing's consciousness trembled, as if he had fallen into darkness, and his surroundings were filled with nothingness and chaos.

"Where is this?"

When Huo Jixing came to his senses again, he looked around and saw darkness.

Unwilling to sit still and wait for death, he was possessed by the fire of Nanli, and the red light shone, and then he started walking with a knife.

Or just good luck.

Not long after walking forward, he saw a majestic stone palace standing in the darkness.

From a distance, the palace is tall and majestic, solemn and solemn, somewhat similar to the current Noxian architectural style.

Following the darkness, he took a few steps forward and saw a flame in the hall, rushing towards the stone steps crazily, just a few steps away from leaving the hall.

But even within these few steps, the flames were still unable to cross, and the gushing anger melted the air.

"Mortal. Your flame!"

The raging flames seemed to sense the arrival of Huo Jixing, and they turned the flames humanely, twisting and making a majestic and greedy sound.

"Mortal, kneel down to your god and give your power!"

Sonorous!

Huo Jixing slashed with his sword without thinking.

The red-gold Nanli Fire spurted out instantly, burning the hall and illuminating the space of consciousness.

"Ignorant mortals wait... wait... what kind of power is this?"

The blazing and raging flames seemed to have seen something terrible. Like the ebbing tide of the sea, they quickly retreated into the depths of the palace, daring not to show their bodies for a long time.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Drawing my consciousness in, but you ran away in fear?"

Huo Jixing looked puzzled. When he looked around, he saw the Jingsu star above his head, shining brightly.

"Strange, when did Jingsu light up?"

Huo Jixing's mind was spinning, as if he had some realization.

When he looked for the stone palace again, he found that he had returned to the wooden house and was standing where he was.

The slender long knife in his hand chopped up the fireplace, and the charcoal and ashes flew all over the plush carpet.

Mid-Autumn Festival!