The Glory of Noxus

Iron Thorn Mountains.

Above the clouds and mountaintops.

The dancing snowflakes, seemingly never stopping, covered the silver-white ground.

Huo Jixing looked up at the camp with red flags flying, grinned, immediately reached out to wipe the ice debris on his face, and walked quickly to the huge steel gate.

Inside the camp, bluestone streets.

Huo Jixing sniffed the mixed smells in the air, with a slight smell of sweat, a smell of rusty blood, the smell of horses, and the burning smell brought by the Noxian forge.

"Tsk, I really miss it!"

However, after leaving for half a month, when he set foot in the camp again, he felt nostalgic in his heart.

Looking at the Noxian soldiers wearing armor coming and going.

Huo Jixing was calm and walked forward.

The sentries and soldiers on duty he met along the way automatically let him go after seeing the token hanging on his waist.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

Suddenly, the sound of rapid horse hooves sounded.

Huo Jixing dodged to the left side of the street and looked back.

On the bluestone road, he saw three messengers riding armored war horses coming quickly, with the color of wind and frost all over their bodies.

Whoosh!

The whistling cold wind blew his cloak, and Huo Jixing looked solemn.

Messengers coming from afar.

"Hey, this is the first batch of messengers to come to the camp?"

"Who knows? Anyway, I remember that there are already seven or eight batches, all heading to the meeting hall."

The discussion from the side made Huo Jixing stop and think about it.

It was also at this time that he found that the atmosphere in the camp seemed to be a little wrong.

Compared with before leaving, the atmosphere in the camp was much more agitated, and he observed that many Noxian soldiers were heading to the meeting hall.

"Is this... going to blow up the camp?"

Huo Jixing was frightened and instantly thought of the terrifying effect of blowing up the camp, but then he realized that he was overthinking.

The commander in the camp now is none other than the Hand of Noxus, Darius.

With his prestige, how could he not suppress the restlessness in the camp?

However, the atmosphere that enveloped the camp now made Huo Jixing guess that the news that Swain had launched a coup in the distant capital might have reached here.

South of the camp, rest area.

A slightly quiet living room in a dark gray three-story building.

"Xing, why are you back at this time?"

Centurion Eric looked at Huo Jixing in front of him with a hurried tone.

"Why can't you come back?" Huo Jixing hugged his arms to his chest and asked with a smile: "The study is over, don't I have to come back?"

"Where are Dewitt and Moore?"

Eric frowned, looked at Huo Jixing deeply, and replied softly: "They went to training and are expected to be back after dusk."

Unlike their residence, Eric, as a scout, has his own small building to live in.

The place where normal soldiers train is a public area.

The place where Dewitt and Moore went was the area specially provided by the camp.

"You shouldn't have come back so soon. Wilson still has a few days to study for you."

After Huo Jixing left the camp, Wilson told Eric about studying.

"It seems that you already know something."

Huo Jixing straightened his body, put down his arms, and looked directly into Eric's brown eyes.

"Noxian people are never afraid of trouble and chaos. That's why I came back."

The dull atmosphere filled the living room.

Huo Jixing shrugged his shoulders and broke it first: "Eric, don't think so much. Our ideas are far less important than you think."

Pointing in the direction of the meeting hall, he continued: "Their ideas are the final result and determine our future."

Seeing Eric's expression gradually relax, Huo Jixing stood up and waved to Eric while walking to the backyard.

"I have gained a lot from this study trip. How about practicing?"

At this time, Eric suddenly found that Huo Jixing seemed to have changed a little bit compared to before, becoming more calm and confident.

And strength.

After careful observation, he actually felt a little palpitation, as if there was an ancient monster hidden under Huo Jixing's sturdy body.

Eric stood up, his face was fearless, but he was a little impatient.

Only such a battle can give him room for improvement!

In the center of the camp, the meeting hall.

In front of the magnificent and solemn steel door, Wilson, wearing a red and gray robe, looked down at the messengers coming from a distant land, and was leaving along the stone steps.

Until the messengers disappeared, he slowly walked towards the dark and eerie hall behind him.

In the spacious and quiet hall, the red imperial flag hung on the wall, and the angular stone pillars stood around. Empty wooden chairs were placed along the long table in the middle, full of sunshine.

No!

A tall figure was sitting at the main seat at the end of the long table.

Under the bright yellow magic light, Wilson walked to the main seat lightly and saw a middle-aged man leaning on the back of the chair.

Darius, the Hand of Noxus!

Dong! Dong! Dong!

As if he was closing his eyes in deep thought, Darius's hand with armored gloves gently tapped the armrest of the wooden chair, his expression full of seriousness.

Wilson stood still, waiting quietly, his sharp eyes swept across the two letters placed on the conference table.

One was black, with the raven logo.

"It's Lord Swain!"

Wilson's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think of the urgent message for help from the capital before.

Swain launched a coup without warning, and overthrew Darkwill's supreme rule overnight, easily taking the position of commander.

"His letter." Wilson looked at Darius in front of him with a hidden look, thinking secretly.

In comparison, the other letter was just an ordinary letter.

There was no logo on it, and the deep red wax seal had fallen off, and it was torn open.

"It's from Draven!"

Wilson was shocked, and then turned his head to see Darius opening his eyes, looking helplessly at the letter on the table.

"General, Lord Draven."

"He has already stood on Swain's side. The letter said that those old nobles are very rich, enough to arm ten warbands!"

Darius' voice was cold, as if he was suppressing his anger.

Not to Lord Draven, Wilson subconsciously guessed the result.

The general was very angry with those old nobles. At the moment when the empire was in crisis, those guys still kept so much wealth.

"I think the guys in the camp have received the news!" Darius's accent was rough, his eyes flickering.

"Swain's coup is a change for the current empire!"

For his own selfish desires and the dream of immortality, Darkwill has weakened the empire, and many fronts have lost control, and countless imperial soldiers are sleeping in foreign lands.

Darius once openly opposed Darkwill.

But it was futile, and he was eventually forced to lead the Northern Border Legion to invade Freljord.

"Now that I think about it, Swain may have been behind this!" Darius stroked his chin and spoke softly.

He knew his influence on the Imperial Legion.

If he still stayed in the capital of Noxus, Swain's coup would not be so smooth.

At least the transfer of the legion could not be hidden from him.

Wilson remained silent, looking down at his toes, as if there was something exciting that attracted his attention.

"Okay, Wilson, stop pretending!" Darius knocked on the table and said in a deep voice.

"Notify all officers above the centurion level to gather in the meeting hall!"

"Some guys can't hold back!" He looked at the slightly restless camp and said in a grim tone: "Dare to disobey my orders!"

"Yes, General!" Wilson's expression condensed, and he answered respectfully, then hurried away.

In this camp, Darius's orders are the sky, and no one can disobey them.

Now someone dares to take the risk, which is really ignorant.

Looking at Wilson who was leaving, Darius, who was sitting upright, picked up the letter from the table, moved his fingers lightly, and ground the letter.

"Draven, this guy.!"

His feelings for Draven are much deeper than ordinary people imagine.

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