Noxus Glory

Chapter 43 Bloodstained Glory!

The night was dark.

The hazy moonlight seeped through the clouds.

As snowflakes fell sparsely, they blanketed the pale snow-covered ground.

Behind the low hill, in a makeshift shelter from the wind, whispers could be heard.

By the flickering firelight, several clan warriors could be seen keeping watch and talking in hushed tones.

They fiddled with their spoils, their robes stained with drops of blood.

The swords, bows, and axes used by most clans in Freljord are typically made from a mixture of wood, steel, and bone, and are far inferior to the weapons and armor of Noxus.

The clan warriors were now excitedly examining their spoils, occasionally comparing them to the robes they wore.

Perhaps they were talking about something interesting, because they pointed at each other and their boisterous laughter broke the silence of the night.

Shh! Be quiet!

Suddenly.

An elderly clan warrior with a full head of gray hair frowned, put his finger to his lips, and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

He pricked up his ears, ignoring the howling wind, as if listening to something.

Wait a moment.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, a young clan warrior spoke up, asking, "Are there still Noxians around at this hour?"

"Shut up!" someone said from the side, glaring fiercely at the young clan warrior.

The aged clan warrior withdrew his attention, surveyed the watchmen, and said in a low voice, "It sounds like footsteps, but we can't make it out. Everyone, be on alert!"

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the bone blade, rose and left the sheltered spot, cautiously gazing at the desolate, dark snowfield.

On the frozen wastelands of Freljord, death is ever-present.

To survive, they must be careful of every danger.

"Hmm? That's..."

The old clan warrior, who was observing his surroundings for any danger, was somewhat taken aback when he saw a glimmer of light appearing in the distant snow.

"flame?!"

The next moment!

Beneath the glow of the crimson flames, he saw numerous black shadows, like deep, dark currents, encroaching upon him.

"Damn it, they're Noxians!"

The aged clan warrior immediately realized what was happening and let out a mournful roar.

"Enemy attack!"

A piercing roar shattered the tranquility of the snowy landscape.

The clan warriors, whether resting or on guard, quickly regained their senses.

After hastily donning their robes, they gathered together, swords in hand, and gazed at the Noxian scouts who were rushing towards them from afar.

Huo Jixing, running against the cold wind, looked at the restless shelter not far away and looked slightly surprised.

"You noticed it so quickly?"

Within sight, clan warriors clad in fur and armor rose to observe the surrounding night.

If nothing unexpected happens, we'll spot them soon.

"Tsk, as expected of a clan warrior from the Winter's Claw, extremely vigilant."

Huo Jixing shook his head. He had intended to launch a surprise attack under the cover of the cold night, but the clan warriors, who had been fighting against the Noxian Empire for many years, were extremely cautious.

"Let's launch a full-scale attack!"

After saying this, Huo Jixing drew a slender longsword from his waist and swung it forward.

The Noxian scouts behind them responded, no longer concealing themselves, and began to run across the pale snow.

But their gaze did not fall on the clan warriors in the distance.

Instead, he stared at the figure running ahead.

flame!

A streak of crimson-gold flame.

On the slender blade in Huo Jixing's hand, it blooms and blossoms under the cold winter night.

It was breathtaking, yet so dazzling!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As they ran, the biting wind grew increasingly fierce, scattering their black hair and cloak.

Huo Jixing could not hide his excitement.

A crimson-gold glow filled his pupils, and the slender longsword he gripped tightly in his hand was covered with a layer of Southern Fire.

"Now is the time to see the results of my studies!"

Huo Jixing grinned, feeling the increasingly hot blood inside his body and listening to the pounding of his heart.

His steps were hurried, and layers of hazy white mist enveloped him.

It's an unusual phenomenon caused by the high temperature melting snowflakes!

百步

Fifty steps.

十步

Huo Jixing could clearly see the clan warriors wielding bone blades and gathering together, and heard angry roars mixed with slang in his ears.

However, when they saw the slender blade covered in flames...

Fear, anger, horror, and other complex emotions were mixed on the faces of the clan warriors.

[Vermilion Bird - Southern Fire]!

Huo Jixing continued walking, crashing headlong into the ranks of the clan warriors.

boom!

In an instant.

The crimson-gold fireworks, like blooming roses, swept across the simple sheltered place.

The slender blade easily severed the clan warrior's tightly gripped weapon, sliced ​​through the thick leather armor, and wiped out a vibrant life.

It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

With a single charge, Huo Jixing pierced through the ranks of the clan warriors, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

The gap is too huge.

It's not just about comparing their strength to Huo Jixing's.

Even compared to the squad members behind, it was quite obvious that it was like a weak child wielding a weapon, unable to touch an adult's body.

The battle under the cover of night ended quickly!

They faced a specially formed Noxian elite squad that intended to penetrate deep into the Freljord.

These clan warriors, who had just gone through a battle, were far too weak and vulnerable.

In direct combat, they were almost easily defeated!

Especially after Huo Jixing directly pierced through the array, the battle turned into a living slaughterhouse.

The Noxian soldiers, seasoned by countless battles, showed no mercy to the terrified clan warriors.

They ruthlessly wielded their blades, unleashing a massacre.

Crimson blood, transformed into thick paint, smeared and painted the pale snow, subtly conveying the despair of the clan warriors.

Accompanied by a sharp, howling cold wind.

The crimson hue spread along the horizon, scattering across the silvery-white snow.

Huo Jixing stared calmly at the scene before him, a mixture of blood and bones, and shook his head in disappointment.

He had only just begun warming up and hadn't even had a chance to properly engage in combat when the fight was already over.

"Their strength has grown too rapidly!"

Huo Jixing reached out and brushed the blade away, wiping away the flames covering it: "These clan warriors, who were once evenly matched, are now far too weak."

Clang!

The slender long sword was sheathed.

Huo Jixing's gaze swept across the blood-red battlefield, where Eric and the others were finishing off enemies and reaping lives.

There are quite a few clan warriors in this sheltered place, and judging from the spoils they have collected, it seems they have fought against more than one Noxian scout squad.

"Fifteen clan warriors, all dead!" Noxian veteran Sharuba approached and reported in a low voice.

"Give the order to deal with it quickly and then continue on your way." Huo Jixing looked at Xia Ruba, whose temples were gray, and nodded gently.

"Our target is not these clan warriors."

Based on seniority, Sharuba's military service time far exceeded that of Eric, so for the sake of the team's stability, he made Sharuba his deputy.

In terms of strength, Sharuba and Eric are about the same.

"Yes!" Sharuba replied in a deep voice, a hint of approval flashing in his dark eyes.

He was initially worried when he received the notification from the Legion advisor Wilson.

Although the newly appointed sergeant is a superhuman with formidable strength, he has only been in the army for less than six months and was previously seriously injured.

He was deeply afraid that the new sergeant's personality would be difficult to deal with.

After all, the battlefield is not a game; one wrong step can lead to danger and death.

Especially within the Winter's Claw tribe, there are also many powerful extraordinary individuals.

Fortunately, after spending time with Huo Jixing, he had a very good impression of him. Huo Jixing was humble and polite, clear-headed, and did not make blind judgments.

Upon hearing the order, Sharuba turned and left.

Shout loudly in the battlefield filled with the smell of blood, urging everyone to quickly pack up and prepare to leave.

After a short while, all the Noxian scouts regrouped.

Led by Hojira, they continued deeper into Freljord, leaving behind a desolate and chaotic blood-red land.

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