The Glory of Noxus

Tieci Mountains, winding mountain roads.

Huo Jixing, who was walking on the thick snow, clearly noticed his own difference.

The biting cold wind blew in his face, but he was not as afraid of the cold as before. The Nanli Fire flowing in his body was dispelling the biting cold that was constantly eroding his body.

After walking a hundred meters, Huo Jixing felt more and more that he had changed.

Compared with the past, it was incomparable!

The whistling cold wind, the scattered ice and snow, and the rugged and winding mountain roads were no longer obstacles to moving forward.

He walked at the end of the team with a relaxed demeanor, and the heavy bag he carried seemed to be nothing, without any pressure.

As if realizing something, Huo Jixing's heart moved, and he looked at the scouts in front of him who were still suffering from the invasion of ice and snow. He silently wrapped up his gray-white fur cloak, and his relaxed steps became heavy.

Hide your skills in clumsiness, and use obscurity to make it clear!

He didn't want to show it too obviously and attract other people's attention.

Then Huo Jixing lowered his eyes, a dark green data stream flashed, and a simple data panel unfolded in his pupils.

[Name: Huo Jixing]

[Essence: 0]

[Strength: 1.85]

[Constitution: 1.89]

[Agility: 1.92]

[Spirit: 3.22]

[Skills: Intermediate Warrior, Wild Survival]

[Talent: Suzaku]

Only half of the night had passed, and the various attributes on the panel had been slightly improved.

"As expected of one of the Four Spirits of Heaven!"

Huo Jixing sighed inwardly, the Nanli Fire brought by [Talent·Star Spirit·Suzaku] seemed to never go out, flowing along the blood vessels, subtly changing his body.

He didn't know how long this process would last, but he could clearly feel that he was slowly getting stronger.

This feeling made him a little fascinated!

Time was slowly passing.

The Noxian scout team faced the bone-chilling cold wind, stepped on the thick new snow, and walked alternately on the mountain road back.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a low roar exploded, suppressing the whistling cold wind and resounding over the team.

At the front of the team, the centurion Eric stopped.

Even with the fur cloak covering his face, his hair and beard had already turned silver and his face was covered with frost.

Huh!

Eric took a breath, waved his hand to sweep away the falling snow in front of him, and with his excellent eyesight, he saw a hazy figure coming towards him not far away.

"Plunderer!"

Eric's eyes narrowed and he spoke word by word.

He didn't expect that the route he deliberately chose would encounter the robbers in front of him.

As far as the field of vision could see, the cold faces smeared with blood and ashes, and the heavy fabrics and animal furs, made his heart sink.

According to Noxian intelligence, the raiders are different from ordinary clan warriors and blood alliances. They are elite warriors who truly belong to the Winter Claw and are directly commanded by the war mother Sejuani.

The scope of the raiding is from the border of Demacia in the south to the border of Noxus in the east, almost everywhere.

And in many rumors, they are better at killing than raiding, and their fierce character is terrifying.

Once they are overwhelmed by bloodthirsty rage, their opponents can only pray for a quick death.

Clang!

Eric decisively drew out the giant sword on his back, pointed at the target from a distance, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Kill!"

Bang!

The next moment!

Eric, wearing a gray-white cloak, was like a white tiger out of a cage, stepping on the snow, waving a sharp giant sword, and brazenly rushed towards the raiders not far away.

From the beginning of the encounter, this war was inevitable.

All Eric did was to seize the initiative and win a chance for his scout team to win.

In the back, without any gestures or orders, the Noxian scouts held the sharp blades in their hands, formed a triangle, and quickly lined up.

They put their determination into action.

Although the enemy was notorious, they were also fearless.

On the snow-white ground, one Noxian scout after another began to run, like a hungry wolf pack, following Eric's steps and rushing towards the looters not far away.

In the queue, Huo Jixing held the standard long sword tightly and followed everyone.

After the baptism of recent time, he deeply understood that in this frozen land of the north, the law of the jungle is the absolute truth.

In order to return to the Noxian camp safely, the looters from the Claw of Winter must be eliminated.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!

The dull footsteps mixed with the dancing snow and wind, interweaving together, like an exciting horn, resounding through the snow.

On the snow, a hundred meters away.

The armored and fur-covered raiders also stopped in the snow and wind, looking at the Noxian scout team they met from afar.

"Haha, the war mother is protecting us!"

Mandel wiped the frost off his face and grinned. Even the snow and wind could not cover his cold eyes.

He casually untied the gray-white cloak he was wearing, and his sturdy body like a giant bear was exposed in the snow and wind.

But Mandel didn't care. He took off the ferocious bone hammer on his back and pointed it at the Noxian scouts rushing towards him.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

In an instant!

Many raiders shouted in unison, roared war songs, and brandished their bone weapons, like angry Juvask boars, rushing towards the Noxian scouts with ferocious expressions.

Looking down from the dark sky.

On the flat snow, two giant dragons with bared fangs and claws suddenly appeared out of thin air.

One was covered with dark gray scales, and its swinging body stirred up waves of thick new snow, and its violent momentum broke through the cold wind.

Under the scattered snowflakes, the dark red dragon scales danced, cutting through all obstacles, and then with fearless momentum, it blatantly crashed into the oncoming dark gray dragon.

Rumble! Rumble!

The low roar echoed in the mountains.

There were only 20 or 30 people, but the waves they raised pressed down the snow curtain.

The sound of sharp blades slashing, mixed with roars, played an impassioned song of steel death.

The spraying blood and falling corpses outlined the tragic background of this confrontation.

Clang!

In the rising wind and snow, Huo Jixing lowered his body to avoid the bone blade that passed over his head.

Then he stepped forward, slashing at the ribs of the robber with the standard long sword in his hand, but the bone blade suddenly changed its direction, fell back and slashed down, accurately hitting the sword body, interrupting his attack.

Retreating, rolling, snowflakes covered his armor.

Huo Jixing dodged the bone axe that swung from the side in time, and just as he was about to turn around and slash behind him, a Noxian scout knocked away the sneak attacking robber and cut the opponent's throat with the sword in his hand.

With his eyes staggered, Huo Jixing recognized the figure of the Noxian scout, it was Moore!

Then in silence, the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, once again faced the surging robbers.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dull sound of slashing rang non-stop.

In the life-and-death confrontation, Huo Jixing truly felt the physical changes brought about by the Nanli Fire.

Fighting almost with all his strength, he consumed very little physical strength, and the Nanli Fire flowed through his blood vessels, and both physical strength and spirit were gradually recovering.

Huh!

There was a fishy sound in his ears, Huo Jixing swung his sword with all his strength, cut the robber in front of him, and slid sideways.

The next moment!

The heavy battle axe fell across his chest, scratched his armor, and brought up a few snowflakes.

His eyes condensed, and according to muscle memory, he stepped heavily on the snow with his left foot, turned his body, and tried his best to lift the long sword in his hand.

Puff!

The sharp sword blade, wrapped in a powerful force, directly cut off the robber's arm, and the gushing blood dyed most of his body red.

The robber whose arm was broken was angry, and he endured the severe pain, using his head as a hammer, and hit Huo Jixing in front of him.

Bang!

Huo Jixing was a little unable to dodge this collision.

After enduring the headbutt, he clenched his teeth, leaned forward, and the tightly grasped sword blade went straight into the robber's head.

Puff!

The two men fell into the snow at the same time, hitting some snowflakes, blood and white pulp mixed together, flowing on the snow.

Huo Jixing spat out a mouthful of blood foam, looked at the robbers under him, and his red eyes overflowed with deep unwillingness and surprise.

He didn't wait for the joy to end.

The heart-piercing pain came from his back.

A slender bone blade, along the right shoulder, from top to bottom, cut a hideous scar on his back, and hot blood flowed.

If Huo Jixing hadn't heard the terrible wind sound, he would have rushed forward in time.

This sudden attack almost cut off his spine.

It was this knife that pulled him back from the excitement to the bloody battlefield at the moment.

"Huhu!"

Huo Jixing panted violently, knelt on one knee, and raised his face.

The dark pupils were filled with blood, and with the red face, it was like an evil ghost coming to the world.

In front of him, a cold face covered with ashes was looking at Huo Jixing coldly, and the bone blade in his hand was dripping with red blood.

"Noxian bastard, I will chop off your head and drink."

Facing the cruel words of the plunderer, Huo Jixing responded with silence.

He slowly straightened up, pointed the bloody long sword at the other party, and then rushed towards the other party fearlessly.

Death?

Of course he was afraid of death!

But the blood in his heart and the blazing fire of Nanli were flowing through his body, eliminating the fear in his heart and driving away the coming of death.

Bang!

Huo Jixing stepped on the snow with his footsteps.

The sharp sword in his hand cut through the cold wind, making a sharp and piercing sound.

Under the gaze of Huo Jixing's red eyes, the plunderer wielding the bone blade trembled.

He seemed to see a flame blooming in his dark pupils, captivating his heart.

Before he could react.

The plunderer suddenly felt the bone blade in his hand tremble and fly, and the boundless pain invaded his mind, and then darkness fell.

Puff!

The blade cut across his neck.

The head covered with ash rose into the air, and the blood spurted out like a fountain, falling on Huo Jixing's leaning body.

"Hunting. Frost Freeze Escape!"

The bright red blood soaked into his pupils, and Huo Jixing looked at the blood-red hills around him.

Since he stepped into the Freljord, all the scenes he had experienced appeared in his mind one by one like slides.

"Kill!"

Huo Jixing straightened his body, shook off the blood on the blade, raised his long sword high, and roared.

It seemed that at this moment, he completely integrated into the Valoran continent and adapted to his identity as a Noxian scout.

Holding the sword in front of him, Huo Jixing rushed towards the increasingly chaotic battlefield again.

Victory is to be immersed in the sea of ​​blood.

Noxians are used to tasting blood wine!