The Glory of Noxus

"The snow is getting heavier again!"

In the silver-white snow, Huo Jixing looked up at the dim sky, trying hard to wrap his gray-white cloak tightly.

His face was frozen, his brow and nose were covered with ice and snow, and his body was sweating and losing a lot of water.

This is the second day of the return trip.

Except for every day at noon and evening, the team kept moving forward rapidly despite the wind and snow.

Huo Jixing lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.

After leaving the Noxus post, he found that the atmosphere of the team here was a little different. It seemed like a volcano suppressing the anger, waiting for the moment to erupt.

Reaching out to wipe the snow and ice from his brow, Huo Jixing looked at the front of the team.

As if he was not tired at all, Captain Eric walked forward on the snow, his strong body holding up his gray-white cloak, and guiding the Noxian scouts behind him.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The sound of howling cold wind was mixed with the sound of messy footsteps.

Huo Jixing's expression tightened and he looked far away, seeing a hazy figure crossing the snow hills and approaching quickly.

It's DeWitt!

He saw the young Noxian scout sliding down the snowy hill nimbly, his crimson composite armor covered in snowflakes.

After landing, DeWitt gasped and stood up, quickly ran to Eric who was in front of the team, and said hastily: "Huhu, there are clan warriors. Appear."

Under the wind and snow, the atmosphere in the team sank.

Eric wiped the frost off his face, frowned, and asked in a solemn voice: "How many people are there?"

"There are not many people, eleven or two." DeWitt gasped, his bloodshot eyes overflowing with murderous intent.

"Looking at their attire, they are clan warriors affiliated with Winter's Claw."

Eric exhaled a breath of frost mist, turned to look at the Noxian scouts behind him who were watching him, grinned, and laughed softly: "Get ready, we can't let these winter bastards go."

There was irrepressible iron-blooded killing in the cold tone.

Then, in the wind and snow, everyone began to slowly arrange their composite armor, wipe their sharp weapons, and get ready for everything.

The silent volcano has already been rising into flames!

The cold wind howled and the sky was filled with ice and snow.

The dancing snowflakes swayed and fell from the dark sky, covering the mountains in silver.

Brown pulled out his gray worn-out fur boots from the thick snow, whipped them against the cold wind, his face pricked by the ice and snow, and walked forward slowly with heavy steps.

"Hoo ho!"

With heavy breathing, Brown wiped away the messy ice shards on his cheeks and looked at the snow-covered, cookie-cutter hills in front of him.

Or it was too cold. He stretched out his hands and tightened his thick fur cloak. While looking around the almost identical environment, he waited for his companions behind him.

After a few breaths.

A group of clan warriors dressed similarly to Brown walked over despite the wind and snow.

They wore dark gray hard leather armor, felt hats made of some kind of animal fur, and held various weapons made of polished bones in their hands.

"Hey, Brown, don't be in such a hurry."

A low and rough voice mixed with the cold wind sounded in Brown's ears.

"There's very little prey in this weather, let alone those damn Noxian bastards!"

Hearing this, Brown, who was already frowning, looked at the clan warriors in front of him with cold eyes: "We need food, and the clan also needs food."

The god of death takes the form of thousands of different faces and wanders the frozen frozen fields of the Freljord.

Long teeth, sharp knives, numbing chilblains and bitter hunger have become the test of death again and again.

If you want to survive, you must fight every death, neutralize every threat, and steal every advantage.

So going out every day is a choice before the clan:

Or survive by any means necessary!

Or die!

Brown stepped forward, his tall and strong body oppressing the clan warriors in front of him: "Look at your equipment and weapons. They are the hope of the clan. I don't want to return empty-handed."

Winter's Claw has already given orders to all subordinate clans.

Any clan that offers the heads of Noxian soldiers will receive corresponding food and rewards to survive the increasingly cold winter.

The cold wind was still blowing through the silent people, and scattered snowflakes were piled on their shoulders.

"Okay, Brown, he also said it unintentionally." The old voice broke the silence under the wind and snow.

"Since time is of the essence, let's continue along the road. Well, after crossing the hills in front, we can reach the hunting spot marked by the clan."

Holding the bone ax in his hand, Brown glared at the young clan warrior fiercely, turned his head, and looked through the dancing snowflakes to the raised ice and snow hills not far away.

"Let's go!"

The deep gray color is like thick ink splashed into the pool water, rendering the pale snow.

The alternately trampled footprints extend straight.

The atmosphere that should have been silent gradually disappeared with the howling wind and snow.

They are both clan warriors and collateral relatives. Any conflicts can be discussed in just a few words.

Brown, who was immersed in moving forward, looked much more relaxed as he listened to the chatter in his ears. He didn't mean to do this, but the atmosphere in the team worried him a little.

The clan spent a lot of money on this trip, and they must gain something.

"Winter's Claw!"

Recalling the war mother riding a Juvask wild boar that he had seen from afar, Brown's pupils showed a touch of fire.

How he longed to participate in the battle of Winter's Claw, which represented blood and glory.

It is also the future of the clan!

The biting cold wind blew across the earth, and snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky, covering the world with silver.

On both sides of the winding mountain road, thick layers of white snow piled up, covering the dark gray soil.

Huo Jixing crouched in the snow, letting the white snowflakes fall, gradually blending him with the snow.

Even wearing a thick fur cloak, he could still feel the biting cold soaking his soul under the snow, and his body was trembling slightly.

"Here it comes!"

The waiting time was not in vain, Huo Jixing's lips, which were frozen purple, moved slightly.

There were bursts of messy footsteps on this must-pass mountain road, the sound of gray and worn-out fur boots stepping on thick snow.

As the distance gradually increased, there was a low conversation that suppressed the sound of wind and snow.

Some of it was unclear, or it was not easy to understand.

This is the slang between clans, but occasionally some important and familiar words were passed into the ears with the cold wind.

Winter Claw Noxus War

Bang!

Suddenly!

The fluffy snow, like fireworks, bloomed in the snow.

Huo Jixing, who had been waiting intently, immediately lifted his fur cloak, stood up and jumped, his eyes looking over the dancing snowflakes, and saw the panicked clan warriors not far away.

He looked fierce, like a hungry snow wolf, quickly pouncing on the "prey".

On the winding mountain road.

Brown took heavy steps, facing the cold wind, and his companions behind him followed him closely.

Out of caution, he waved his hand to disperse the snow curtain while looking at the rugged mountain roads and thick snow layers around him.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a trace of panic appeared in his heart, and Brown had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

Before he could speak, something strange happened.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

A dull sound rang out, and the thick snow on both sides exploded, and large flakes of snow danced with it, mixed with the whistling cold wind, disturbing everyone's vision.

The next moment!

A cold knife light, soaked in the wind and snow, cut through the hard fur, and cut through the throat of the young clan warrior.

Brown watched the young clan warrior beside him, covering his throat with hot blood, and fell to the ground, his frightened eyes gradually losing their spirit.

"Damn Noxian bastard!"

The cold wind was biting, but it couldn't suppress Brown's roar.

Faced with the unexpected raid and the death of their companions, the clan warriors seemed a little panicked.

However, under Brown's roar, they quickly adjusted their emotions, waving bone weapons, and facing the ambushed enemies.

——Noxian soldiers!

The crimson armor, the cold eyes, the raised blade, seemed like an erupting volcano, with a violent and bloody momentum, wanting to swallow them up and chew up their flesh and blood.

Plop!

Huo Jixing kicked the ground with both feet, jumped forward, and pounced on a clan warrior who was trying to fight back.

According to muscle memory, he stretched out his left arm, skillfully strangled the opponent's neck, and held on tightly, while his right hand pulled out a short knife from his waist and swung it brazenly.

Puff!

The flashing knife light soaked through the wind and snow, easily cutting the neck of the clan warrior, and a large amount of gushing blood dyed his face red.

Until the struggle gradually stopped, Huo Jixing gasped and loosened his sore left arm.

When he stood up again, this premeditated ambush had ended.

Looking around the snowy mountain road, the bright red blood, like red dye, was splashed on the white snow.

In the interweaving of red and white, the cold corpses that lost their lives and the random decorations dotted the cruel and ruthless frozen soil of the north.

Huo Jixing reached out to wipe the blood off his face, lowered his eyes, and could not see the changes in his pupils.

What is the difference between killing people and not killing people?

He could not describe it in words, but there seemed to be a ripple of helplessness in his heart, and then gradually calmed down.

"Tsk, I have actually adapted to such a life!" Huo Jixing laughed at himself.

The baptism of winter, the impact of war, the memory fragments left by his predecessor, etc. seemed to be quietly crushing his former worldview, prompting him to integrate into this war as soon as possible.

Then Huo Jixing crouched down, ignoring the dazzling red blood, reached out to hold down the dirty head of the clan warrior, and cut off his ear with the short knife in his hand. After wiping it a few times, he stuffed it into the leather pocket on his waist.

This is his trophy, and it also represents the military merit of Noxus.

"Well done, Xing!"

Moore, walking along the bloody trail, looked at the corpse with its throat cut at Huo Jixing's feet and praised him.

Huo Jixing licked the corner of his mouth, smiled reluctantly and nodded.

Moore was the third person he met in the scout team. He was calm and friendly.

During the days of integrating into the team, he and Dewitt had helped him a lot.

"Handle it quickly, we should go!" Dewitt ran over from not far away and spoke quickly.

"What's wrong? What unexpected happened?" Moore looked surprised, walked towards Dewitt and asked.

"The tongue is dead!"

Dewitt looked solemn, thinking of the tough performance of the guy just now, and spit: "The guy's bones are very hard, and he didn't speak, so the centurion had to get rid of him."

Moore looked at the red and white snow, as if he thought of something, his eyes were gloomy, and he cursed in a low voice.

Then he quickly dealt with the spoils and walked towards the team with Huo Jixing and Devitt.

Not long after, the Noxian scouts put on their gray-white cloaks again and set off in a hurry, letting the snow fall all over the sky and drown the bloody battlefield.