The Glory of Noxus

The night is dark.

The hazy moonlight penetrates the clouds.

With sparse snowflakes, the pale snow is covered.

Behind the low hills, there were whispers in a simple shelter from the wind.

With the help of the flickering firelight, several clan warriors could be seen keeping vigil and talking in low voices.

They were playing with their trophies, and their robes were dyed red with blood.

The swords, bows, and axes used by most clans in the Freljord are often made from a mixture of wood, steel, and bone, and are in no way comparable to the weapons and armor of Noxus.

Now these clan warriors were playing with their trophies excitedly and comparing the robes they were wearing from time to time.

Maybe they were talking about something interesting, they pointed at each other, and their wild laughter broke the silent night sky.

"Hush! Silence!"

Suddenly.

An old clan warrior with gray hair furrowed his brows and put his finger in front of his mouth, signaling everyone to be silent and stop talking.

He pricked up his ears, ignoring the howling cold wind, as if listening to something.

After waiting for a while.

A young clan warrior couldn't bear the silence and asked, "Are there any Noxians left at this time?"

"Shut up!" Someone beside him said, glaring fiercely at the young clan warrior.

The old clan warrior withdrew his attention, looked around at the people watching the night, and said in a solemn voice: "There seems to be footsteps, but I can't hear them clearly. Everyone, be alert!"

Immediately afterwards, he held the bone blade, stood up and left the shelter, and carefully looked at the desolate and dark snow.

On the frozen soil and ice fields of Freljord, there is always a test of death.

To survive, they must be careful of every danger.

"Huh? That is."

The old clan warrior who was observing whether there was any danger around him saw a light shining on the snow in the distance, and looked a little stunned.

"flame?!"

The next moment!

Under the light of the red flames, he saw many black shadows, coming in like undercurrents from the deep water.

"Damn it, it's Noxian!"

The old clan warrior immediately woke up and let out a shrill roar.

"Enemy attack!"

A piercing roar broke the tranquility of the snow.

The clan warriors who were either resting or on alert quickly woke up.

After they hurriedly put on their robes, they gathered together with sharp knives in hand and looked at the Noxian scouts who were approaching from far and near.

Huo Jixing, who was running against the cold wind, looked at the restless wind shelter not far away with a slightly surprised expression.

"Did you notice it so quickly?"

Within the field of vision, a clan warrior wearing fur and armor stood up and observed the surrounding night.

If nothing else, they will be spotted soon.

"You are indeed a clan warrior of Winter's Claw, very vigilant."

Huo Jixing shook his head. He originally wanted to take advantage of the cold night to launch a surprise attack, but the clan warriors who had been fighting the Noxus Empire all year round were extremely cautious.

"Start the attack!"

After saying this, Huo Jixing pulled out the slender long knife from his waist and swung it forward.

The Noxian scouts behind him responded one after another, no longer hiding their figures, and started running in large strides on the pale snow.

But their eyes did not fall on the clan warriors in the distance.

Instead, he stared at the running figure ahead.

flame!

A flash of red-gold flame.

On the slender blade in Huo Jixing's hand, it bloomed under the dark night of winter.

It’s terrifying, yet so dazzling!

Whoops! Whoops!

As he ran, the rushing cold wind became more and more biting, blowing his black hair and cloak around.

Huo Jixing couldn't hide his excitement.

The red-golden light filled his pupils, and the slender long knife held tightly in his hand was covered with a layer of Nanli fire.

"Now, it's time to verify the results of my study period!"

Huo Jixing grinned, feeling the increasingly hot blood in his body and hearing the thumping of his heart.

The steps were hurried, and layers of hazy white water vapor filled the whole body.

It’s a vision caused by high temperature melting snowflakes!

Hundred steps

Fifty steps.

ten steps

Huo Jixing clearly saw the assembled clan warriors brandishing bone blades, and roars mixed with slang rang in his ears.

However, when they saw the slender blade covered with flames.

Fear, anger, horror and other complex emotions were mixed on the faces of the clan warriors.

[Suzaku·Nanli Fire]!

Huo Jixing kept walking and ran into the array of clan warriors head-on.

boom!

In an instant.

The red-gold fireworks were like roses blooming, sweeping across the simple shelter.

The slender blade easily cut off the sharp blade held in the hands of the clan warriors, cut through the thick leather armor, and wiped away the fresh life.

It seems like a tiger has entered the flock of sheep.

With just one charge, Huo Jixing completely penetrated the assembled array of clan warriors, leaving a trail of blood along the way.

The gap is too huge.

Not only compared with Huo Jixing's strength.

Even compared to the team members at the rear, it was very obvious that it was like a weak child waving a weapon, but it could not reach the body of an adult.

This night battle will end soon!

Faced with an elite Noxian team specially formed to penetrate deep into the Freljord.

This group of clan warriors who had just experienced the battle were really too weak.

In a head-on battle, it almost collapsed at the first touch!

Especially after Huo Jixing directly penetrated the array, the battle evolved into a living slaughterhouse.

The Noxian soldiers, who had already experienced hundreds of battles, would not show mercy to the frightened clan warriors.

They waved their sharp knives indifferently and started a massacre.

The red blood turned into thick paint, smearing and rendering the pale snow, faintly expressing the despair of the clan warriors.

Accompanied by the howling cold wind.

The bright red color stretches along the horizon and sprinkles on the silvery snow.

Huo Jixing stared at the scene of blood and bones mixed in front of him with a normal expression, and shook his head in disappointment.

He had just started to warm up, and he didn't want the battle to be over before he could take action.

"Strength has grown too rapidly!"

Huo Jixing reached out and brushed the blade, wiping away the covered fireworks: "These clan warriors who were once evenly matched are now too weak."

Sonorous!

The long, slender sword is sheathed.

Huo Jixing glanced at Eric and others who were finishing their wounds and harvesting lives in the bloody battlefield.

There are many clan warriors in this sheltered place, and judging from the trophies they collected, it seems that they have fought against more than one Noxian scout team.

"There are fifteen clan warriors in total, all dead!" Noxian veteran Sheruba came over and reported in a low voice.

"Go ahead and deal with it casually, and then continue to set off." Huo Jixing looked at Xialuba, who had gray temples, and nodded lightly.

"These clan warriors are not our target."

According to seniority, Sheruba had been in the army far longer than Eric. For the stability of the team, he made Sheruba serve as his deputy.

In terms of strength, Sharuba and Eric are about the same.

"Yes!" Sheruba replied in a deep voice, a trace of recognition flashing in his deep eyes.

When he first received the notice from Legion Advisor Wilson, he was a little worried.

Although the newly-appointed Captain is an extraordinary person with strong strength, this extraordinary person has been in the army for less than half a year and was seriously injured once earlier.

He was deeply afraid that the character of the new captain would be difficult to deal with.

After all, the battlefield is no child's play. Once you make the wrong step, danger and death will follow.

Especially within the Winter's Claw tribe, there are also many powerful extraordinary beings.

Fortunately, after being in contact with him during this period, Huo Jixing gave him very good senses. He was humble and polite, had a clear mind, and would not make blind judgments.

Upon hearing the order, Shaluba turned and left.

Shouting loudly in the battlefield that smelled of blood told everyone to finish quickly and prepare to leave.

After a while, all the Noxian scouts regrouped.

Under the leadership of Huo Jixing, they continued deep into Freljord, leaving behind a bloody land of ruins and chaos.

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