The Glory of Noxus

"It's the Fox Wanderer!"

Oakes walked into the melting snow, picked up the burned half of the tail and two downy hind legs, looked at them carefully, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Beast Spirit Walker?" Huo Jixing asked curiously.

Oaks looked at Huo Jixing's doubtful gaze and explained, "Yes, the Spirit Fox Wanderer is one of the cultivation states of the Beast Spirit Walker."

"They are the pathfinders and scouts of the Winter's Claw tribe."

"During the First Battle of Freljord, we fought against these fox cubs many times, with few wins and many losses."

Hearing this, Huo Jixing's expression darkened.

The War Stonemason's ability was fully demonstrated in this mission.

The Fox Wanderers, Winter's Claw's Pathfinders and Scouts were actually able to suppress them.

"They are eager yet cautious, quick yet quiet, and wise leaders respect those who follow the spirit of the fox."

Oaks thought of the Fox Wanderer who had just left in embarrassment, his expression became joyful, and then he spoke in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect these fox cubs to appear here. It seems that our return journey will be even more dangerous."

Huo Jixing took back the half-scorched tail and two downy hind legs from Oaks's hands: "Then we can't keep these things!"

The red Nanli fire ignited, burning everything in his hand.

Since Spirit Fox Wanderer is a pathfinder and scout, there will definitely be a large army behind him.

I just don’t know how many people are chasing me, or how many extraordinary people there are.

"Don't worry, his partner has been injured, and he will definitely not dare to get too close."

Oaks looked at the snowy curtain in the distance, as if he saw the angry Fox Wanderer but could do nothing about it.

In order to complete the ambush, the resting situation in the camp just now was an illusion.

They deviated from their original route and chose to take a detour through the mountain road to the east. The Spirit Fox Wanderer who had been following behind them would definitely not be able to help but come over to check.

In the end, Huo Jixing discovered the clues and staged the drama just now.

Unfortunately, no Spirit Fox Wanderer remained.

Huo Jixing waved away the ashes in his hand, his eyes flashed with red light, and he saw the gloomy luck leaving in the distance.

"The clouds are too dim. Are you hiding your own aura?"

Compared with the previous cloud energy of Tooth Crow Baloric, Spirit Fox Wanderer's strength is not weak, but the cloud energy is too dim.

Huo Jixing was thoughtful, then walked back to the camp, leading the Noxian scouts who had woken up to move forward at night.

They can't waste their time now, it's a matter of life and death for them.

In the valley where snow accumulates.

A simple camp stood, with bonfires lit around it, and many Winter's Claw warriors could be seen resting with their eyes closed.

A long chase through the snow in this game of cat and mouse.

Not only were the Noxian scouts tired, but as the pursuers, they were also a little tired.

In the center of the camp, a tall figure that was different from other clan warriors sat cross-legged.

He was not wearing heavy fur armor, his arms were bare, and muscles like a horned dragon came into view.

The body is covered with indigo tattoos, directly exposed to the cold elements.

But he didn't feel any discomfort, because the threat of severe cold had long been ineffective against him.

"Quiet, Ironthorn."

Hearing the roar of the Juvask wild boar beside him, the tall figure stretched out his right hand to comfort the strong monster.

Smelling the smell of blood in his nose, the tall figure frowned slightly, looked outside the camp, and saw a thin young clan warrior approaching.

"You're injured, Le'er!" the tall figure said in surprise.

Able to serve as a pathfinder and scout for the Winter's Claw, the Fox Wanderer's tracking and hiding skills are enough to surpass the tribe.

"The information about the Teethcrow Clan is wrong." Spirit Fox Wanderer Leer walked up to the tall figure and spoke in a solemn voice.

"The Fire Extraordinaries of Noxus are very strong, and my partner is injured."

Leer stroked the snow-white fox in his arms that kept making noises due to a broken hind leg. His pink eyes were full of pain.

He admitted that he let his guard down because of his overconfidence.

But that guy's strength is indeed very strong, far beyond what is described in the Tooth Crow Clan's intelligence.

"We can't wait any longer, otherwise there's a real chance they'll leave the Iron Thorn Mountains."

Georgi Jufist pondered for a while, looked at Leer in front of him and the fox in his arms, and said in a solemn voice.

"You also said that that guy's strength exceeds the intelligence information, so we need to wait even more."

"Otherwise, Baloric's fate will be our fate."

"Are you afraid?" Leer felt his partner's teeth biting the skin, and his expression became angry.

"I didn't expect that you, who holds the title of [Iceborn Warrior], would be afraid of a Noxian transcendent."

"That's enough, Le'er, you've lost the caution and quietness of the Pathfinder." Georgi Big Fist interrupted Le'er's crazy words.

"The great war mother Sejuani is waiting for our good news!"

Unlike other Iceborn with ice blood, Georgi is an Iceborn warrior with a title bestowed by War Mother Sejuani——

Giant punch!

"You won't let War Mother Sejuani down, will you?" Georgi stared at the young clan warrior with red eyes in front of him.

Suddenly, the Juvask wild boar beside Georgi roared irritably, and stepped heavily on the snow with one hoof.

At the same time, the injured fox in Leer's arms also roared, with a hint of fear in his pink eyes.

"who is it?"

Georgi suddenly looked solemn, looking at the dim snowy night, and quietly clenched his gloved hands.

"Relax, Georgi, it's me!"

The deep voice suppressed the sound of rustling wind and snow, breaking the stalemate between Georgi and Leer.

As a blue figure approached, a smile appeared on Georgi's cold face.

"It's you, Hikaru!"

Around the blue figure, there were five huge frost-toothed wolves following.

These frost-fang giant wolves have a strong body as big as a calf, and their thick gray hair sways with white waves.

While walking, his blue eyes glanced at the Juvask wild boar beside Georgi, and it roared low.

The Freljord are natural hunters, and it was their arrival that caused the unusual reaction of the Juvask boars and snow-white foxes.

"Frostfang Shaman Hikaru!" Leer looked at the middle-aged man with blue marks in front of him, his eyes full of fear.

"Ler, if what you just said is heard by the great War Mother Sejuani, you will be reprimanded." Hikaru lowered his cold eyes and looked at the young Spirit Fox Wanderer.

"That means Georgi has a good temper."

Leer wanted to retort, but saw the eager Frostfang wolves around him and swallowed his words.

"Now that Hikaru is here, let's start this hunt." Georgi stood up, patted the Juvask wild boar beside him, and sat on it.

"Don't keep Lady Sejuani waiting too long!"

"There are more heads worth harvesting on Winterthorn Mountain Road!"

Seeing Georgi waking up other clan warriors, Leer spoke in a deep voice to call them.

"Wait a minute!"

"I suspect that the extraordinary beings in Noxus have unknown reconnaissance methods, otherwise they would never have easily discovered me and avoided being surrounded and killed many times in a row."

"Interesting!" Frostfang Shaman Hikaru touched the fine beard residue and said with a smile.

"It seems that the Noxian transcendent's fire ability is not simple."

"And his strength has actually improved so much in just a few days."

He had just heard Georgi's narration and knew about Leer's failure and the fox's severe damage.

"But it is precisely this that makes it worthwhile for us to cooperate." Hikaru stroked the head of the frost-toothed wolf and looked at the sky with the dawn glow, his expression gloomy.

"The frost will destroy them!"

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