The Glory of Noxus

Iron Thorn Mountains.

Above the clouds and mountain tops.

The dancing snowflakes seemed to never stop, covering the silver-white ground.

Huo Jixing looked up at the camp with red flags flying, grinned, immediately reached out to wipe away the ice slag covering his face, and walked quickly to the giant steel gate.

Inside the camp, there are bluestone streets.

Huo Jixing sniffed the mixed smell of the air, including the subtle smell of sweat, the smell of rusty blood, the smell of horses, and the burning smell of the Noxian forge.

"Tsk, I really miss you!"

However, when he set foot in the camp again half a month after leaving, he felt nostalgic in his heart.

He looked at the armored Noxian soldiers coming and going.

Huo Jixing walked forward calmly.

The sentries and soldiers on duty who met along the way automatically let him go after seeing the token hanging on his waist.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

Suddenly, rapid horse hooves sounded.

Huo Jixing moved to the left side of the street and looked back.

In the distance, I saw three messengers riding armored war horses coming quickly on the bluestone road. The color of wind and frost could not be concealed, covering their whole bodies.

call!

The howling cold wind blew his cloak, and Huo Jixing looked solemn.

The messenger came from afar.

"Hey, is this the first batch of messengers who have come to the camp?"

"Who knows? Anyway, as far as I remember, there were already seven or eight batches, all heading towards the meeting hall."

The sound of discussion coming from the side made Huo Jixing stop leaving, and his inner thoughts arose.

It was also at this time that he discovered that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the camp.

The atmosphere in the camp was much more restless than before he left, and he observed many Noxian soldiers heading towards the meeting hall.

"Are you going to blow up the camp?"

Huo Jixing was horrified in his heart. He momentarily thought of the horrific effects of bombing the camp, but then he realized that he had overthought it.

The current commander in the camp is none other than the Hand of Noxus, Darius.

With his prestige, how could he not suppress the restlessness in the camp?

However, the atmosphere currently surrounding the camp made Huo Jixing speculate that news of Swain's coup in the distant capital had reached here.

South of the camp, rest area.

In a dark gray three-story building, there is a slightly quiet living room.

"Xing, why are you back at this time?"

Captain Eric looked at Huo Jixing in front of him and spoke urgently.

"Why can't you come back?" Huo Jixing crossed his arms across his chest and asked with a smile, "Study is over, can't I come back?"

"Where are DeWitt and Moore?"

Eric frowned, looked deeply at Huo Jixing, and replied softly: "They went to train, and they will probably come back after dusk."

Unlike their residence, Eric and the others, as scouts, have their own shared building.

The place where normal soldiers train is a public area.

The place where DeWitt and Moore went was the area specially provided by the camp.

"You shouldn't have come back so soon. There are still a few days left in the study time Wilson applied for for you."

After Huo Jixing left the camp, Wilson told Eric about studying.

"It seems you already know something."

Huo Jixing straightened his body, put down his arms, and looked directly into Eric's brown eyes.

"Noxians are never afraid of trouble and chaos. That's why I came back."

A dull atmosphere filled the living room.

Huo Jixing shrugged his shoulders and was the first to break: "Eric, don't think so much. Our ideas are far less important than you think."

Pointing in the direction of the meeting hall, he continued: "Their ideas are the final result and determine our future."

Seeing Eric's expression gradually relax, Huo Jixing stood up and walked to the backyard, waving to Eric.

"I gained a lot this time I went out to study. Why don't you practice?"

It was also at this time that Eric suddenly discovered that Huo Jixing seemed to have changed somewhat compared to before, becoming more calm and confident.

And strength.

After careful observation, he actually felt a little palpitated, as if there was an ancient evil hidden under Huo Jixing's powerful body.

Eric stood up, looking fearless but impatient.

This kind of battle can give him room for improvement!

In the center of the camp, there is the meeting hall.

In front of the majestic and solemn steel door, Wilson, wearing a red and gray robe, looked down at the messengers who came from a distant place and were leaving along the stone steps.

It wasn't until the messengers disappeared that he slowly walked towards the dark and gloomy hall behind him.

In the spacious and quiet hall, crimson imperial flags hung on the walls, sharp-edged stone pillars stood around, and empty wooden seats were placed along the long table in the middle, filled with light.

Do not!

There was a tall figure sitting on the main seat at the end of the long table.

Under the bright yellow magic light, Wilson walked quietly to the main seat and saw the middle-aged man leaning on the back of the chair.

Hand of Noxus Darius!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

As if he was contemplating with his eyes closed, Darius gently tapped the armrest of the wooden chair with his armored-gloved hands, his expression full of seriousness.

Wilson stood still and waited quietly, his sharp eyes scanning the two letters placed on the conference table.

A black letter with a raven logo.

"It's Lord Swain!"

Wilson's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think of the emergency news from the capital.

Swain launched a coup without warning, overthrowing Darkwill's supreme rule overnight and easily assuming the leadership position.

"His letter." Wilson looked at Darius in front of him with obscure eyes, thinking secretly.

In comparison, the other letter was just plain letterhead.

There is no logo on it, the deep red paint seal has fallen off, and the letter is torn.

"It's Draven's!"

Wilson was startled, then turned around and saw Darius opening his eyes, looking helplessly at the letter on the table.

"General, Lord Draven."

"He has already sided with Swain. He wrote a letter saying that those old nobles are very rich and can arm ten battle groups!"

Darius' voice was cold, as if he was suppressing anger.

Instead of Mr. Delevingne, Wilson subconsciously guessed the result.

The general is very angry at those old nobles. At the moment when the empire is in crisis, those guys still retain so much wealth.

"I think the guys in the camp have received the news!" Darius said with a rough accent and twinkling eyes.

"Swain's coup is a change for the current empire!"

For his own selfish desires and dream of immortality, Darkwill has weakened the empire. Many fronts are out of control, and countless imperial soldiers are sleeping in foreign lands.

Darius had spoken out against Darkwill.

But to no avail, he was eventually forced to lead the Northern Border Legion and invade Freljord.

"Now that I think about it, Swain might have been behind this!" Darius stroked his chin and spoke softly.

He knew the influence he had over the Imperial Legion.

If he still stayed in the capital of Noxus, Swain's coup would not go so smoothly.

At the very least, the legion's transfer cannot be hidden from him.

Wilson was silent, looking down at his toes, as if there was something exciting to attract his attention.

"Okay, Wilson, stop pretending!" Darius knocked on the table and said in a deep voice.

"Notice, all officers above centurion, come to the meeting hall to assemble!"

"Some guys can't hold it anymore!" He looked at the slightly restless camp and said in a serious tone: "How dare you disobey my orders!"

"Yes, General!" Wilson looked calm, replied respectfully, and then hurried away.

In this camp, Darius's order is God's and no one can disobey it.

Now some people dare to take risks, which is really ignorant.

Looking at Wilson leaving, Darius, who was sitting upright, picked up the letter from the table and rubbed it with his fingers.

"This guy Draven.!"

The relationship between him and Draven is far deeper than ordinary people imagine.

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