Noxus Glory

Chapter 12 Frostfang Giant Wolf's Tail-to-Tail Pursuit

The night was dark.

Dark clouds obscured the pale moonlight.

Snowflakes fell endlessly from the sky, adorning the silvery earth and undulating mountains.

"How much further do we have to go?"

"Phew, it's still unclear. We'll have to wait until White Fang comes back."

On the rugged mountain road, the muffled, low voices of conversation broke the silence of the pitch-black night.

By the dim starlight, a line of clan warriors, clad in armor and fur, came into view, struggling forward against the wind and snow.

"Let's call back White Fang first." At the front of the group, Mandel turned his snow-covered face and spoke in a low voice.

"Those Noxian scum are not to be underestimated. We need to be fully prepared and keep them in Freljord."

Behind him.

Gibbon, who was also wearing a fur cloak, looked up at the rugged, wild face and nodded slightly.

The greyish-white fur cloak was lifted, revealing a young face smeared with blood and ashes to the biting wind.

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

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A sharp, urgent whistle pierced the quiet night and carried far into the distance.

A short while later.

As the whistle ceased, a massive figure, moving with incredible speed, raced across the snow, shattering the darkness of the night, and came into the sight of the clan warriors.

Frostfang Giant Wolf!

The predators that live in Freljord prefer to hunt prey that has been ravaged by the cold winter.

In large herds, they can chase and drive away giant bears and tigers, and even attack and kill weak clans during cold waves.

The Frostfang Giant Wolf that appeared before the clan warriors had a robust physique like a calf, and its thick gray-white fur could perfectly protect it from the wind and snow.

As he walked, his deep blue eyes swept over the numerous clan warriors, his blood-red mouth opened, revealing sharp teeth, and he let out a low roar.

"White Fang, come here!"

Upon hearing the shouts, the Frostfang Giant Wolf suppressed its ferocity, slowly walked to Gibbon's side, lowered its head, and rubbed against Gibbon's chest vigorously.

Yoshimoto chuckled softly, reaching out to gently stroke his snow-white fur, which had been ruffled by the wind and snow.

Then he lowered his head and looked into Baiya's deep blue eyes, whispering a few words as if he were communicating.

As if it understood, White Fang obediently crouched down, its deep blue eyes looking back at the snow-covered landscape behind it, and a sob rose from its lips.

"The snowstorm is too heavy, and White Fang is having trouble pinpointing the enemy's scent and location." Gibbon stroked White Fang's thick fur, stood up, and walked to Mandel's side, his expression quite grave.

The Frostfang Giant Wolf is particularly adept at tracking scents, and neither blizzards nor freezing winds can stop it.

This is their secret weapon for surviving in the northern permafrost.

How confident are you?

Mandel's voice was low, and his brown-grey eyes held an uncontrollable killing intent.

The fleeing Noxian scum not only accidentally stumbled upon the tribe's plan, but also ambushed and killed clan warriors who served under the Winter's Claw as they left.

Their crimes are unforgivable!

Their heads must be cut off and presented as spoils of war to the great Mother of War.

Yoshimoto shook his head, answering with his actions.

In the depths of winter, Freljord becomes even more harsh, with an even more cruel and unforgiving climate.

Even the Frostfang Giant Wolf could not accurately track down the enemy's trail after a long period of time.

Mandel's breathing quickened, his somber eyes fixed on the falling snowflakes. After a moment of silence, he waved his arm and said, "Keep moving forward."

The war between Winter's Claw and Noxus has begun, and bloodshed is inevitable.

What they need to do is simple: crush all the legions on the Noxian border, enter that fertile land, and plunder enough food for the Winter's Claw and its vassal clans to survive the winter.

Therefore, they cannot let those Noxian scum leave Freljord.

Gibbon understood what Mandel meant, so he gently patted White Fang's head and whistled.

call out!

The Frostfang Wolf rose, shook its head, glanced back at Gibbon, let out a low growl, and once again braved the wind and snow, stepping into the winter night to search for the Noxians.

The cold wind howled.

The snow continued to fall, and the biting cold air eroded all life in the frozen soil of the North.

Yoshimoto tried to shrink his body, hiding in his armor and cloak, but the cold followed him everywhere. Snowflakes and ice shards soaked through his cloak and covered his face.

He felt his strength waning, but the wind and snow in front of him showed no signs of abating, and he could not see anything more than a few steps away.

Nevertheless, Gibbon continued walking, following behind Mandel.

Mandel was the leader of the team, and no one could question his orders, even when traversing the frozen wasteland of the North where death was always a danger!

Until

Awoo! Awoo!

A deep roar resounded, adding a chilling and cruel touch to the howling, cold night.

Gibbon straightened his expression, casually wiped the ice and snowflakes from his face, and strode forward, where he saw the Frostfang Giant Wolf returning in the snow.

Before he could even open his mouth to call out, the running White Fang crashed into Yoshimoto's arms.

The impact caused Yoshimoto to stagger, and he instinctively reached out and hugged White Fang tightly.

"You bastard."

Having steadied himself, Yoshimoto stroked the head of the white-toothed boy and chuckled softly.

"Waaaaah! Waaaaah!"

A low growl sounded at the opportune moment, and gradually, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"We've found traces of them!"

Looking back at Mandel striding towards him, Gibbon spoke, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

Crunch!

Mandel raised an eyebrow, a sinister smile spreading across his face, and gripped the terrifying bone hammer tightly with both hands, producing a dull thud.

He turned to look at the group of people, who were dressed in the snow and in high spirits, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Speed ​​up the pace!"

The brief command, laced with barely suppressed killing intent, trembled in the wind and snow.

Winter in Freljord is the hardest time to endure, and everyone is doing their best to fight against the wind and snow, but the elders and children of the clan do not have such strong bodies.

Mandel gazed at the dark sky and prayed in his heart, wishing that the Mother of War would protect them and cut off the heads of the Noxians.

victory!

Only victory can allow the Claws of Winter to survive the increasingly frigid winter.

Under the gloomy sky, the snowy road was difficult to traverse.

Even these born Freljord warriors could not overcome the bitter cold of the snowy night with their unwavering will.

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

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

With white teeth present, they won't lose track of their target.

But before they encounter them, they must ensure they have enough energy to fight.

Gibbon gripped his cloak tightly, leaned against the reclining White Fang, took out some frozen, dried meat from his pouch, ate it himself, and stuffed a few pieces into White Fang's mouth, watching it swallow.

"Noxus!"

A crimson killing intent surfaced in his eyes. Yoshimoto looked at the hazy mountains not far away and tried to chew the stiff chunk of meat in his mouth.

Roles reversed.

This group of Noxian scum who entered Freljord has become their prey.

(End of this chapter)