Noxus Glory

Chapter 101 The Dark Pursuit: Vermilion Bird's Flame

I could hear the sobbing and mourning all around me.

Huo Jixing sheathed his long sword, stared at the gray wolf leader who kept kowtowing in front of him, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

Click!

A clear sound of bones breaking rang out.

Huo Jixing clenched his left hand, and before he even used all his strength, he directly crushed the neck bone inside the gray wolf leader's neck.

"I said I wouldn't use a knife, but I didn't say I wouldn't use my hands!"

He reached out and touched the wolf leader's ferocious eyes, slowly stood up, and suppressed the smile on his face.

Under the dim candlelight, even after the frequent killings, Huo Jixing's clothes and armor remained very clean.

"Finally found your secret hideout, Grey Wolf Franky!"

Huo Jixing walked out the door and set the building behind him ablaze again, letting the flames rise and burn all the corpses.

He found his way, took a step, and walked forward.

The way it walked was completely different from before. When its feet touched the ground, it made no sound, like a ghost, blending into the dark shadows.

In the dimly lit alleyway.

Light snowflakes drifted down, bringing the chill of winter.

Tap tap! Tap tap!

In the quiet environment, the sound of unsteady footsteps could be heard.

Frankie, looking disheveled, stumbled and ran into the alleyway.

By the dim starlight, one could see that the thin body was covered in blood, staining his robes red.

He frequently looked back in the direction he had come from, and in the distance, he could vaguely see shadowy figures moving about.

"Olsson"

Franky looked embarrassed as he thought of the noble guards who were hunting him down.

His aged, wrinkled face looked incredibly pale, devoid of any color, and there was a hideous wound on his cheek that was bleeding.

The magnificent outer robe was tattered, revealing the inner armor that shimmered with a gray luster, but it was already covered with cracks.

His left arm hung limply, swaying as if it were broken.

Upon closer inspection, there are signs of corrosion on the left hand, with terrifying black cracks resembling bloodthirsty leeches, eroding the flesh and extending along the arm.

This is the price ordinary people pay for using dark magic.

Even a scroll, with its magical corrosive effects, is enough to take half a life.

"Baron Calvin," Franky murmured, his expression filled with resentment.

The midnight raid completely wiped out the Gray Wolf Gang, destroying more than a decade of hard work, and the goal was to exterminate them completely and leave no future trouble.

During his escape, Franky pondered for a long time, recalling everything that had happened.

There was only one thing that would make Baron Calvin go to such lengths to clean up all the loose ends, in order to prevent anyone from investigating the past.

Imperial pension!

"Heh, you filthy bastard, did you think I wouldn't be prepared to fight to the death?" Franky looked at the high walls of the Immortal Fortress not far away, his expression full of malice.

This is also the key to whether he can leave the Noxian capital.

However, when he turned around, he saw the groups of people gradually surrounding him and he had to consider how to get through the pursuit from behind.

Looking around at the dimly lit alleyways, Franky chose a familiar path and continued his escape.

Just as I rounded the corner, a piercing sound came from overhead.

Squeak!

The greatsword slashed down, its gleaming blade cutting through the dim light and illuminating Olson's imposing figure.

Franky's expression changed drastically. He immediately rolled over like a lazy donkey, ignoring the filthy sewage on the ground, and dodged the falling giant sword.

Click!

The ground he had just avoided was cleaved open by the falling giant sword, sending rubble and sewage flying everywhere, with a small portion landing on Franky.

"Frankie, you've disappointed me greatly!" Olson dragged his greatsword as he strode over.

"Why are you still struggling? Everything you have is a gift from the Baron!"

"Pah!" Franky spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression twisted as he glared at Olson. "You think I don't know what Baron Calvin is thinking?"

"The Grey Wolf Gang and I have become outcasts."

"Perhaps the Imperial military will come to investigate us tomorrow?"

Olsson frowned slightly, his pace quickening, the greatsword he dragged making a scraping, glassy sound as he spoke: "The Baron will remember everything you've done."

"Um?"

As they walked, Olson saw Frankie put his arm into his clothes again, and he was immediately startled, stopped and assumed a defensive stance.

But what happened next infuriated him.

Franky leaped up from the ground, pulled out the shattered stones from his pocket with his right hand, and casually tossed them aside, distracting the noblemen's private soldiers and Olson's view.

He then fled into the nearest alleyway and disappeared.

"Oh shit!"

Olson cursed under his breath and immediately led the soldiers behind him to chase after them again.

Just as Franky re-entered the alleyway.

He prepared to escape along the route he remembered, but suddenly saw a wiry figure coming towards him.

His expression was one of despair at first, but then joy appeared on his face.

People who can freely roam the slums at night must be quite skilled.

Moreover, their clothing and attire were clearly different from those of the noblemen's private soldiers who were chasing them.

Franky immediately shouted, promising, "I am Franky the Grey Wolf. These people behind me want to kill me. If you rescue me, I will repay you."

Regardless of whether he could move the other party, or whether the other party could lead him to escape the pursuit of Olson and the noblemen's private soldiers.

We'll try anything, even if it seems hopeless, and take a gamble!

Suddenly!

After he finished speaking, the footsteps in front of him suddenly quickened.

Franky saw a sharp, wiry figure, like a blade, cutting through the air amidst the falling snowflakes, rapidly approaching him from afar.

"Franky the Grey Wolf?"

Seemingly puzzled, the lean and wiry figure spoke up to confirm.

Franky looked at the handsome young man standing in front of him, a hint of surprise flashing across his tired expression, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and spoke.

"It's me, I'm Franky!"

Huo Jixing sized up the disheveled, blood-stained, gray-haired old man before him and chuckled, "Truly, what I sought was found without even looking for it!"

He was originally planning to go to Franky's secret hideout based on intelligence from the leader of the Grey Wolves.

But on his journey, he suddenly noticed that there were many clouds moving frequently in the area in front of him, so he made a special trip to check the situation.

By a twist of fate, they actually met the person in question!

"Who's hunting you down?"

Huo Jixing raised an eyebrow and his crimson gaze fell on the alleyway outside, where he saw a large amount of cloud formations rapidly approaching.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, Franky looked at the handsome young man standing motionless before him, and as if realizing something, was about to speak.

Click!

A long, slender hand reached in front of Franky and skillfully dislocated his jaw, rendering him speechless.

Then Franky watched as the handsome young man in front of him reached out his left hand and pressed it against his shoulder.

Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

A terrifying, excruciating pain surged through Franky, his eyes widening in agony. He desperately tried to open his mouth and curse, but he couldn't manage it.

Then, under immense force...

Franky watched helplessly as his shoulders and legs snapped inch by inch, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Don't worry, let me deal with the people chasing you first!"

Huo Jixing patted Frankie's aged face, ignoring his bloodshot eyes that seemed to devour people, and spoke softly.

In the dimly lit alley, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.

One by one, Noxian soldiers clad in armor and armed with sharp weapons broke through the darkness, quickly assembling in a semi-circle to surround Hojira and Franky.

Olson stepped forward, his face dark as he looked at the handsome young man before him and the limp Frankie on the ground.

"A nobleman's private army?"

Huo Jixing rested his left hand on the hilt of his sword, half-closing his eyes as he sized up the Noxian soldiers surrounding him with their cold gazes.

"Do you know who he is?"

Olson pointed at the limp Franky and spoke in a low voice, a hint of horror rising in his heart: Good technique, directly crushing Franky's limbs.

"Him?"

Huo Jixing kicked the old man who was crawling and struggling like a bug under his feet, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"I know him, the infamous Grey Wolf Franky from the slums."

"But I've come here specifically to see him!"

Upon hearing this, Olson's eyes suddenly turned cold as he looked at the tall, handsome young man with a sharp and capable demeanor before him, and gripped the greatsword tightly in his hand.

"Imperial soldiers?"

He could smell the pure, unmistakable military scent emanating from the handsome young man, who had recently returned from the front lines, still retaining a faint trace of blood.

Then he remembered the butler's reminder before the operation and seemed to realize something: So quickly, they've already found Franky?

Since it's related to the imperial pension, there's no need to worry about it.

Olson's expression hardened immediately, and he raised his right hand and swung it fiercely.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

In an instant, the sound of crossbows rang out.

In the dimly lit alleyway, barbed arrows pierced through the falling snowflakes, precisely aiming for Huo Jixing's vital points.

At the same time.

The noblemen's private soldiers at the forefront began to advance, their sharp blades gleaming with a chilling light.

They have long forgotten their former loyalty to Noxus.

He is now loyal only to Baron Calvin.

"There are choices in everything, but you chose this one."

Huo Jixing slowly drew his long sword from his waist and held it upright in front of him, his crimson eyes reflecting the increasingly dark clouds above the heads of the noble private soldiers.

"die!"

Bang!

The bluestone ground was broken, and dust was flying everywhere.

Huo Jixing strode forward, his seemingly slow pace allowing him to instantly traverse the alleyways and appear before the noblemen's private soldiers.

The knife rises.

Knife fall!

The fierce, dancing white blade light, like cold and beautiful flowers in bloom, enveloped Huo Jixing.

Arrows with barbs were smoothly sliced ​​in half and fell to the ground.

Thick, crimson blood splattered and splashed under the flash of the blade, staining the falling white snowflakes.

When Huo Jixing stood in front of Olson.

The alley behind was filled with mutilated corpses, their crimson blood pooling into a red stream that flowed slowly, accompanied by cries of agony.

"The Blade of Conquest?"

Looking at the giant sword that had struck the blade, Huo Jixing spoke in surprise, then shook his head slightly.

Clang!

Swords clashed, and a dull thud was heard.

Huo Jixing strode forward, while Olson seemed to have been struck a heavy blow, stumbling backward until he was helped up by the noblemen's private soldiers behind him.

"You have lost the fighting spirit of Noxian soldiers!"

Huo Jixing looked at the remaining noble private soldiers who were trembling and dared not step forward, sighed softly, and looked on with regret.

"Then let's end it here!"

Hold the knife.

Step forward!

A streak of crimson-gold flame covered the blade, and then, with the swirling of the longsword, it transformed into a gleaming giant bird of fire, which opened its mouth and swallowed all the nobles' private soldiers in the alley.

Fireworks burst into bloom, and darkness receded.

Huo Jixing stared intently at the scene of blazing flames before him, his expression one of rapture.

The taste of power!

However, the enemy is still too weak!

He lowered his gaze to the long sword in his hand, which was covered in flames, and increasingly enjoyed the terrifying power brought by the Southern Fire.

"Compared to the carnage on the battlefield, this kind of massacre isn't so bad!"

(End of this chapter)