The Glory of Noxus

Between the hills and gravels.

Thick snow covered the boulders, half hiding the dark cave entrance.

Under the dim night, a faint fire flickered in the cold wind, as if it would go out in the next moment and completely melt into the darkness.

In the dark and humid cave, the Noxian scouts were silent and dispersed.

Some closed their eyes to rest, while others treated their own wounds, like a group of cruel black wolves, silently licking the scars left after the battle.

"Dewitt, hold it in, don't make a sound!"

Huo Jixing, who was squatting, looked at the young scout in front of him and spoke.

Then, the Nanli fire ignited on his fingertips, burning his chest and abdomen, and the hideous scars of the bones could be seen.

"Hmm!"

Dewitt, who didn't care at first, groaned, and instantly clenched his teeth, fine sweat appeared on his forehead, dyeing his hair wet.

After a moment,

The smell of burning permeated the air, and the hideous wounds condensed together under the burning flames.

"It's done!" Huo Jixing patted Dewitt's shoulder and said with a smile: "It's okay, I didn't scream."

Wiping off the blood scabs on the wound, Huo Jixing picked up the treated linen from his left hand side and gently wrapped the wound on his abdomen.

In the dim firelight, many Noxian scouts looked at Huo Jixing who was helping Dewitt treat the wound, their eyes flickered.

Along the way, they really saw Huo Jixing's terrifying strength.

It was completely beyond their reach.

The enemies who were extremely difficult to deal with in the eyes of everyone fell in a pool of blood and became part of the glory of Noxus.

"Century Captain, you have changed a lot compared to before!"

Dewitt felt a slight pain in the wound on his abdomen, looked down at Huo Jixing who was finishing work, and couldn't help but recall the scene when they first met.

At that time, Huo Jixing was alone in the camp, and he seemed a little happy when he saw him.

Compared with now, it seems like two completely different people.

"How has it changed?" Huo Jixing stood up and stretched his body.

Dewitt frowned, thought carefully, and compared the changes of Huo Jixing before and after in his heart.

"Confident, humble!"

"Haha, I remember that I was very humble before." Huo Jixing wiped his hands with wet linen and said with a soft laugh.

In fact, Huo Jixing had already noticed the changes in himself.

After the initial period of confusion, he seemed to like the life in the camp more and more and adapted to the identity of a Noxian soldier.

At the same time, he also understood his current responsibilities.

Although there are no mobile phones and computers, the intense pleasure brought by fighting and training is far greater than watching videos and playing games in the previous life.

Sometimes, Huo Jixing would laugh at himself when he thought of himself who was overwhelmed by life in his previous life.

Perhaps the current self is the most real self!

Patting Dewitt on the shoulder, Huo Jixing held the long sword at his waist, walked out of the half-closed cave, and looked at the dim stars in the night sky.

I don't know when it started.

The dark sky gradually brightened, and the sparse snowflakes could no longer block the view, and the silver-clad Iron Thorn Mountains could be seen.

After a simple breakfast.

Huo Jixing and his group walked out of the cave and walked forward in silence.

Deep in the Iron Thorn Mountains, there were low hills.

The hurried and chaotic footsteps disturbed the soft snowy night.

In the hills, several figures wearing black winged cloaks were besieging a tall Noxian soldier holding a heavy sword.

The falling pale snowflakes blended into the frozen blood like a stream, and many broken corpses could be seen around randomly discarded and trampled.

If Huo Jixing was here, he would definitely recognize this Noxian soldier holding a heavy sword and fighting bloody.

It was the young soldier carrying a sheathed sword that he had seen when he met Darius.

However, at this moment, the black armor worn by the young soldier was broken, and the sheathed sword also disappeared.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

During the fierce battle, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded over the hill.

With the help of the falling starlight, three black shadows can be seen piercing the air at lightning speed, leaving brilliant traces.

The tip of the arrow is as sharp as a knife, rubbing the air violently, causing layers of fine smoke on the arrow.

"Despicable winter bastard, the arrow hurts me!"

In the center of the battlefield, the Noxian soldier, who was tightly entangled by the clan warriors and had no time to dodge, roared unwillingly.

Then, three black arrows, almost in no particular order, penetrated the armor.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The armor was broken and blood was spilled.

In addition, the huge force carried by the arrow penetrated the body, carrying the Noxian soldier, and nailed him directly to the snow.

"Nice skills, but unfortunately, you are a Noxian!"

On the top of the hill, a tall figure wearing a black winged cloak put down his longbow and rode Enuk, approaching the battlefield.

Ernuk, who looked like an elk, looked at the blood on the ground, and his thick front hooves trampled the snow randomly under the influence of anxiety.

"Chief Balorik!"

The clan warriors who finished the battle half-knelt on the pale snow, letting the cold wind whistle and blow, not daring to move at all.

"Tell me about the situation!"

Listening to the cold voice ringing in his ears, the leading clan warrior raised his face and looked at the strong man called Tooth Crow in front of him, reporting the battle situation he encountered.

"Interesting, war mason, and sword boy."

Crow Baloric, wrapped in a black feather cape, looked down at the head in the hands of the clan warrior.

His young face was covered with blood stains, and there was still some resentment and anger.

"It's a pity that an elite warrior who has lost his rune weapon is not worth too much!" Baloric shook his head gently and summoned a black crow.

"Wow-wow!"

A rough hoarse sound sounded, and the black crow landed on Baloric's shoulder.

The black feathers blended into the night, and the deep red eyes stared at the corpse on the snow, making hungry calls.

"Are you hungry?"

Baloric stroked the crow's hard feathers and looked at its shaking beak, as if to say that its patience had been worn out by hunger.

"Then go enjoy the food!"

Perhaps it understood Baloric's words, the black crow quickly flapped its wings and flew to the corpse and began to bite it.

Small pieces of flesh were torn off the corpses, and bright red blood flowed along the beaks, staining the black feathers red.

Or perhaps they smelled the smell of blood, and crows landed in the night, flew to the cold corpses, opened their mouths and bit them, and swallowed the flesh that had not yet smelled.

Seeing this, Balorik's cold face showed a trace of bloodthirsty smile.

"Order to send all the clan warriors who are proficient in tracking to find the war masons and the sword boy holding rune weapons."

"Yes!" The clan warrior kneeling in the snow answered respectfully, and then disappeared again in the vast night with the people behind him.

"Don't worry, you can't escape!" Balorik whispered.

He thought of the order of the war mother Sejuani, and his face was fanatical: "A group of Noxian scum dared to challenge the Winter Claw?"

"It's really a dead end!"

Looking at the mountain road where the wind and snow were gradually fading, Balorik put his hands in his mouth and blew a strange whistle.

Suddenly, the black crows that were swallowing flesh and blood gave up the food in their mouths, flew into the sky, and scattered around.

Balorik nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to look at the tooth crow warriors behind him, and waved to signal them to move forward.

The group followed the trail left by the crows and disappeared in the snowy night.

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