The Glory of Noxus

The night is deep.

The dark clouds cover the pale moonlight.

The snowflakes are endlessly falling from the sky, decorating the silver earth and the rolling mountains.

"How far do we have to go?"

"It's not clear yet. We need to wait until White Fang comes back."

On the rugged mountain road, the dull and low voices of conversation broke the silence in the dark night.

With the dim starlight, a line of armored and fur-wrapped clan warriors came into view. They were struggling to move forward in the wind and snow.

"Call back White Fang first." At the front of the team, Mandel turned his face covered with ice and snow and spoke in a low voice.

"The strength of those Noxian bastards is not simple. We must be fully prepared and leave them in Freljord."

Behind him.

Gibbon, who was also wearing a fur cloak, raised his eyes and looked at the rough and wild face, and nodded gently.

The gray fur cloak was lifted, and a young face smeared with blood and ashes was exposed to the cold wind.

Jiben exhaled a mouthful of white frost, looked up at the hazy snowy night sky, and then closed his eyes and concentrated, put his right hand in his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and whistled.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp and rapid whistle pierced through the quiet night and spread to the distance.

After a moment.

As the whistle stopped, a huge figure ran on the snow at an extremely fast speed, smashed the dark night, and entered the sight of the clan warriors.

Frostfang Giant Wolf!

A predator living in Freljord, who likes to hunt prey invaded by the cold winter.

In groups, they can chase and drive away giant bears and tigers, and even attack weak clans in the cold wave.

The Frostfang Giant Wolf that appeared in front of the clan warriors at the moment had a sturdy physique like a calf, and its thick gray-white hair could perfectly resist the invasion of wind and snow.

While walking, its dark blue eyes swept over many clan warriors, its bloody mouth opened, its sharp teeth exposed, and it let out a low roar.

"White Fang, come here!"

Hearing the shout, the Frostfang Giant Wolf put away its ferocity, walked slowly to the side of Jiben, lowered its head, and rubbed Jiben's chest hard.

Jiben laughed softly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the snow-white hair that was messed up by the wind and snow.

Then he lowered his head and looked into White Fang's dark blue eyes, whispering a few times, as if communicating.

As if he understood, White Fang squatted obediently, his dark blue eyes looked back at the snow behind him, and sobbed.

"The wind and snow are too strong, and White Fang is somewhat unable to determine the enemy's scent and traces." Gibbon smoothed White Fang's thick hair, stood up and walked to Mandel's side, his expression quite solemn.

Frostfang giant wolves are particularly good at tracking scents, and even blizzards and cold winds cannot stop them.

This is their signature skill for surviving in the frozen soil of the north.

"How sure are you?"

Mandel's tone was low, and there was an irrepressible killing intent in his brown-gray eyes.

The fleeing Noxian bastards not only accidentally broke the tribe's plan, but also ambushed and killed the clan warriors of the Winter Claw when they left.

Their crimes are unforgivable!

Their heads must be cut off and presented as trophies to the great war mother.

Gibbon shook his head and answered with practical actions.

In the midwinter of Freljord, the environment is even more severe and the climate is becoming more cruel and ruthless.

Even the Frostfang giant wolves cannot accurately track the enemy's traces after a long time.

Mandel breathed rapidly, his gloomy eyes looked at the falling snow. After a moment of silence, he waved his arms: "Keep going."

The war between the Winter Claw and Noxus has begun, and killing is inevitable.

What they have to do is very simple, defeat all the legions on the border of Noxus, enter the fertile land, and plunder enough food for the Winter Claw and subordinate clans to survive the winter.

So, they can't let those Noxian bastards leave Freljord.

Gibbon knew what Mandel meant, patted White Fang's head gently, and whistled.

Whoosh!

The Frostfang Giant Wolf stood up, shook his head, looked back at Gibbon, let out a low roar, and once again faced the wind and snow, stepped into the winter night, and pursued the traces of the Noxians.

The cold wind was howling.

The sky continued to snow, and the biting cold current eroded all life in the frozen soil of the north.

Gibberen tried to shrink his body and hide in his armor and cloak, but the cold followed him. Snowflakes and ice slag soaked his cloak and covered his face.

He felt his physical strength was depleting, but the wind and snow in front of him did not weaken at all, and he could not see the scene a few steps away.

Despite this, Gibberen's steps did not stop, following behind Mandel.

Mandel was the leader of the team, and no one could question his orders, even if they were walking on this frozen land in the north where there was a risk of death at any time!

Until

Awoo! Awoo!

A low roar sounded, adding a touch of coldness and cruelty to the howling cold night.

Gibberen's expression straightened, and he wiped the ice slag and snow from his face. He walked forward quickly and saw the Frostfang Giant Wolf returning in the snow.

Without waiting to open his mouth to call, the running White Fang crashed into Gibberen's arms.

This collision made Gibberen's steps stagger a little, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands and hugged White Fang tightly.

"You bastard."

Gibbon stabilized his body, stroked White Fang's shaking head, and laughed softly.

"Woo! Woo!"

The whimpering and low roaring sounded at the right time, and gradually, a light appeared in his eyes.

"We found their traces!"

Looking back at Mandel who was striding over, Gibbon spoke with unstoppable excitement in his voice.

Crunch!

Mandel raised his eyebrows, a ferocious smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his hands tightly grasped the terrifying bone hammer, making a dull sound.

He looked back at the people who were in high spirits in the snow and starry sky, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Speed ​​up the pace!"

In the brief command, the uncontrollable killing intent trembled the wind and snow.

The midwinter in Freljord is the most unbearable. Everyone is doing their best to fight against the wind and snow, but the old people and children in the clan are not as strong as them.

Mandel looked at the dim sky and prayed in his heart that the War Mother would protect them and cut off the heads of the Noxians.

Victory!

Only victory can allow the Winter Claw to survive the increasingly cold midwinter.

Under the dark sky, the snowy road is difficult to walk.

Even these natural Freljord warriors could not overcome the bitter cold snowy night with their firm will.

After walking for about two or three hours, Mandel and his party had to stop in the leeward area of ​​a mountain.

Leaning against the cold mountain wall, Mandel looked back at his companions, pointed to the leather bag on his waist, took out the dried meat, chewed and swallowed it, and recovered his strength.

With the presence of White Fang, they would not lose their target.

But before the encounter, they must ensure that they have sufficient physical strength to fight.

Jiben pulled his cloak tightly, leaned against the lying White Fang, took out the frozen dried meat from the leather bag, swallowed it, and stuffed a few pieces into White Fang, watching it swallow.

"Noxus!"

With red murderous intent in his eyes, Jiben looked at the hazy mountains not far away and tried to chew the stiff meat in his mouth.

Role exchange.

This group of Noxian bastards who entered Freljord have become their prey.