The Glory of Noxus

"Daughter of war, what kind of battle is worthy of our action?"

Under the winter night sky, a sound like thunder echoed across the land, echoing in the ears of every bear and every spirit walker.

Sejuani, who was sitting on Steel Mane's back, saw the hunter lord's eyes roll up, and then turned into a pool of black water. When he raised his head behind him, a thunderous voice sounded at this moment.

Sejuani's eyes narrowed and she quickly came back to her senses.

She smiled and answered in a voice heard by both armies.

"I will burn down all the defenses of the Noxian Empire. I will tear down their stone walls and houses, and no one in the world will dare stand against us anymore."

Then she pointed south.

"Every inch of land where ice and snow fall will belong to me, my name will become their nightmare, and our tribe will rule forever."

For a moment, only Udyr's cloak fluttering in the wind echoed her declaration. Above her, dark clouds swirled like a storm.

"Ask for our power!"

After the silence, the sound of thunder continued.

"Who will you sacrifice?" the Hunting Lord said in the voice of a spirit bear.

Udyr suppressed his mental confusion, but countless consciousnesses entered his mind, and he could only speak with all his strength.

"We only offer war and those who died in war!"

Rumble!

Above the dark sky, deep purple thunder raged, seemingly destroying everything in the world.

When Sejuani looked up and saw the terrifying presence looming above her, she knew its true horror.

Its fur stood on end, and lightning raged in its flesh.

Its scars were glowing, and thunderbolts poured out of its mouth, as if it was about to explode in the next moment.

Sejuani felt the most intense fear she had ever experienced, and she had just come close to sacrificing herself and her clan to the Ursine.

This is the true power of the immortal Thunder Volibear.

She looked at her former mentor, Udyr, in awe.

At some point, he found a power powerful enough to compete with such a terrifying existence.

"Are you afraid of our war, Bear Spirit!?"

Udyr's hair and beard were dancing wildly, like a lion, roaring towards the thunder in the sky.

Even though his consciousness gradually became confused, the pain from the silver thorn in his palm continued to keep him awake.

Volibear in the sky roared again, becoming less and less like a bear.

The flesh and blood seemed to begin to float away, and the muscles, hair, and bones began to separate, only the endless lightning connecting them.

Volibear, the Immortal Thunderbolt, took an offensive stance, but before it could launch its attack, Sejuani rode directly towards him, blocking Udyr.

"Storm and Wild Bear! Do you fight alongside us?" Udyr shouted, "Or do you fear our war?"

After waiting for a long time, Volibear lowered his gaze and gave an answer.

"We have nothing to fear."

Then, under the wind and snow, the thunder gradually dispersed.

On the pale snow, the bear people stood in a messy row. Under the leadership of the hunting lord, they walked towards the Winter's Claw tribe and joined their array.

Noxus Empire, Southeast Island Group.

Looking down from the sky, islands of different shapes are like bright pearls scattered in the vast sea, contrasting with the blue sky.

Of course, this scenery would be even more beautiful if you ignore the flames igniting on the island and the smell of blood filling the air.

Falgren, a towering city standing in the center of the island.

Legion Advisor Wilson walked hurriedly on the wide road outside the city. His weather-beaten face was full of exhaustion, but his bright eyes were still full of determination.

"Wilson, don't worry!"

Leon, the orderly officer walking beside him, looked at the legion advisor beside him and spoke softly.

"The rebellion here has just ended, and there are still many unrest elements intent on assassinating Noxian officers and nobles."

"It's not that I'm in a hurry." Wilson turned his head and stared at the orderly Leon, who was wearing armor and wearing a noble badge.

"The war with Winter's Claw is about to begin, General Darius's order must be conveyed!"

"Okay!" Service Officer Leon's eyes flickered, he shrugged his shoulders and looked up at the war-torn city in front of him.

"Then let's go find Lord Kled. He is dealing with the stubborn rebels in the city."

If it weren't for Wilson's unexpected arrival, he would be in the city right now, talking to the men from the chamber of commerce, and collecting some due protection fees.

Maybe some of them would support the rebels, but so what, Kled was only in charge of the military side.

And he, Leon, is Fallgren's orderly officer.

Enter the city along the wide road.

Wilson saw damaged buildings and a dilapidated environment.

On the messy streets, Noxian soldiers could be seen everywhere. They occupied the traffic arteries, and many cold corpses lay at their feet.

Judging from their clothing and weapons, they were rebels at the Battle of Fahlgren.

Keep going.

Groups of Noxian squads began to appear frequently, with solemn expressions and blood-stained armor.

However, after seeing Wilson and Lyon, these Noxian soldiers saluted.

After walking more than a hundred meters, Leon stopped in front of a low-rise building complex and said to Wilson behind him.

"We have arrived at our destination, the rebels' lair."

The sea breeze blew gently through the ruins of the building, bringing the smell of sea salt and fresh ocean breath, but it suppressed the strong smell of blood that filled the air.

As far as the eye can see, this cluster of low-rise buildings has been damaged by the war.

Large areas were destroyed, buildings completely collapsed, and narrow roads were damaged, leaving the area looking devastated.

In addition, countless corpses can be seen piled up in the ruins, and the flowing blood turns into red streams, flowing through the roads and flowing into the underground waterways.

With a solemn look on his face, Wilson followed Leon's footsteps and entered this bloody area under the protection of Noxian soldiers.

Among the ruins of the war, there are still many survivors. They look hesitant and numb. When they see the armored Noxian soldiers, they will kneel down and dare not move.

"Don't be nervous!" Leon stepped over the body at his feet and whispered to Wilson.

"We have won the battle, and Fahlgren has returned to the embrace of the Empire."

He pointed at the survivors on the roadside: "They will become slaves of Noxus. Well, those who behave well may become citizens of Noxus."

"In short, the Empire has completely taken control of Falgren!"

Perhaps thinking of something, Leon pointed at the Noxian soldiers and survivors around him.

"You can take a look. If they have good qualifications, they can return to the northern border of the empire with you."

"I have no doubt that General Darius will train them to be fine soldiers for the Empire."

Wilson frowned, but he still maintained a calm tone and said, "No, business is important. I need to see Lord Kled quickly!"

"We're almost there."

Leon looked deeply at Wilson, maintained his aristocratic manner, and quickened his pace.

However, before he could finish his words, a rumble of trampling could be heard in the distance.

This was accompanied by cheerful inquiries.

"Huh? Leon, who wants to see the great?"

"Admiral Major Ser Kled!"

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