The Glory of Noxus

In the dark room, dim candlelight lit up, reflecting the figures of the two people.

Wilson looked surprised, raised his eyes to look at Huo Jixing, and shook his head gently: "I'm afraid that others will offend you."

Although the dark clouds hanging over the Immortal Fortress have dispersed, there are still many hidden rats in the secrets, frequently testing the Trifali Council.

People like Huo Jixing who are labeled as Darius are most likely to attract the attention of those rats.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly, and instantly heard the meaning of Wilson's words, thoughtfully.

The two then continued to chat about some interesting things about the Noxian capital.

Mostly Wilson spoke and Huo Jixing listened.

After dinner at last, Wilson stood up to say goodbye and left the two-story building.

Under the gloomy night, Huo Jixing leaned on the door and looked at Wilson's leaving figure on the street, his eyes twinkling.

Hidden rat black rose?

He recalled Amorin's warning words again.

Roses are everywhere, roses are everywhere!

"Just don't mess with me." Huo Jixing muttered to himself, closed the door, and returned to the room.

In the bedroom, the wooden window was opened, and the dim starlight from the deep sky fell into the room.

Huo Jixing lay on his back on the bed, looking at the stars dotting the sky, feeling that he had forgotten one thing.

"It's Moore's suicide note!"

He remembered a blood-stained suicide note that DeWitt once gave him, from Moore of the scout team.

Like DeWitt, Moore was born in a slum outside the Noxus capital. He joined the Imperial Legion because his family could not afford food.

"I happen to be going back with DeWitt, so let's stop by and take a look."

Huo Jixing turned around, took out the suicide note from under his armor, looked at the solidified blood on the suicide note, and drifted away.

The next morning.

The pale golden sunlight penetrates the clouds, filling the winter air with a cool breath.

The hill camp gradually revived, the noise began to rise, and many Noxian soldiers had a look of joy on their faces.

Huo Jixing and DeWitt finished their breakfast hastily, walked along the street, and saw Noxian soldiers chatting and laughing.

The news of the lifting of martial law in the Noxian capital had spread throughout the camp.

After leaving the camp, Huo Jixing and his party went straight to the capital of Noxus without stopping.

About a quarter of an hour later, they saw the unfathomable dark gray city wall and the rows of buildings outside the city wall.

Prosperity and poverty are only separated by a wall, but they are like a chasm.

Huo Jixing had the dark gray token given by Wilson, passed the inspection very smoothly, and entered the Noxus capital area.

They first walked along the wide and flat avenue, and then entered the slums with high and low levels.

Until then, looking at the slum in front of him, Huo Jixing realized some of his misunderstandings.

Similar to the medieval scenes recorded in books from previous lives, here you can see piles of garbage everywhere and black sewage filled with smelly sewage.

The narrow streets and the buildings on both sides looked extremely old and dilapidated.

Some houses are no longer considered houses. Half of them have collapsed, and broken tables and chairs can be seen inside.

The clean and tidy sanitation system in Huo Jixing's mind seemed to only exist in the elite war group camps in Noxus.

Or the immortal fortress within the dark gray walls.

Huo Jixing shook his head slightly, holding back his inner discomfort, and followed DeWitt as he walked through the narrow streets, smelling the unpleasant smell coming from the surrounding area.

It smells like sweat, feet, feces, and some rotting corpses.

Huo Jixing lowered his head to look at the black marks on the corner of the street, quickened his pace, and at the same time told Heini and Korda behind him to be careful where they stepped.

Crossing the street, they entered an alley filled with yellowish things and garbage.

After walking more than a hundred steps, DeWitt came to a low and dilapidated bungalow. He hesitated as he walked, as if he didn't dare to move forward.

Huo Jixing saw a lot of pudding clothes hanging to dry in the dilapidated room.

Most of them are gray and black, and there are basically no other colorful colors.

"Why, are you a little scared when you come here?" Huo Jixing walked over, rubbed DeWitt's head, and looked into those slightly timid eyes.

Being close to home makes me even more timid, especially after surviving the battlefield.

He understood DeWitt's mood at the moment.

"It's time to go in. There are gifts. Don't drop them on the floor." Huo Jixing chuckled softly.

Then, he took Korda and left, not to disturb DeWitt.

Just a moment.

Huo Jixing faintly heard the excited sounds coming from the bungalow, as well as the sounds of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and the sounds of crying in different tones.

Smiling softly, he turned his head and looked around.

The slums were indeed dilapidated and full of flies and rats. Occasionally, in the cracks of the alleys, he would see children feeding on rainwater and pests.

"It's as different as heaven and earth!"

Huo Jixing withdrew his gaze, and his inner thoughts seemed to be like a tide, with many ripples.

He found that the scene in the slums he saw now was very different from the Noxus Empire he had imagined in his mind.

In his first impression, also when he was living in the camp, the social imagination of the Noxus Empire was unusually tolerant.

All the specialties and talents of everyone will be respected and given the opportunity to be cultivated in the empire.

Rather than what is in front of me——

The environment is dirty and smelly, and many children and civilians cannot afford to eat or wear clothes.

He then thought about the gifts DeWitt had prepared in the morning, which were some meat and heavy clothes received from the camp in his name.

“It’s true”

Huo Jixing couldn't use words to describe what he was thinking.

He is not a moral model and cannot do the things of a saint. He can only hope that the Trifari Council will lead the empire to rise again and bring everyone the status they deserve.

After waiting for a while.

DeWitt walked out of the low and dilapidated bungalow and came to Huo Jixing. His red eyes told the excitement of the meeting.

"Captain Ten, okay, I've already met with my family and told them." DeWitt said.

"When General Darius gives the order, I will apply to enter the Immortal Fortress."

Because the Trifali Council has just been established, Darius has many urgent matters to deal with. Things such as rewards for military achievements have not yet been implemented, but specific news has been spread.

Huo Jixing turned around and looked past DeWitt. He saw two dirty children sticking their heads out in front of the old wooden door, their cheeks dirty.

A man and a woman, they look very young, about seven or eight years old.

They looked over from a distance, seemingly curious, and when they saw Huo Jixing's gaze, they immediately retracted their heads.

After hesitating, I poked it out again, which was very fun.

"Your brother and sister?" Huo Jixing said softly.

"Yes!" DeWitt scratched the back of his head, his expression couldn't hide his happiness.

"I haven't seen them for almost three years, and they were a little strange when they met me just now. Fortunately, I used some deli meat strips to attract their attention."

DeWitt excitedly shared what happened when he returned home, saying that his father was not at home and only his mother and younger siblings were at home.

Wait until the emotions are released.

Huo Jixing and his party continued to move forward in the slum, this time going to Moore's home.

Halfway through, Korda, an elite scout, had his eyes flashing, walked quickly to Huo Jixing, and spoke in a low voice.

"Someone followed us a lot."

"It's okay, we are strangers. If we come in like this, someone will definitely notice it." Huo Jixing nodded gently, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked towards the dark alley behind him and saw a pair of alert and coveted eyes.

"It's rare for outsiders to walk on these streets without guards." DeWitt pointed to the alleys extending in all directions and spoke softly.

"Especially after night, a lot of strange things happen."

Huo Jixing put his left hand on the handle of the knife and looked at the dark and dirty street with cold eyes.

"Guards? Those guys are far inferior to us!"

They were the elite warriors who defeated the Winter's Claw tribe and won the Second Battle of the Freljord for the Empire.

Already experienced the baptism of life and death!

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