Noxus Glory

Chapter 52 Charging into the Enemy's Formation and Beginning the Carnage

Crackling sounds!

The campfire burned, its orange flames flickering, and the damp firewood crackled occasionally.

On this slightly low-lying, silvery-white snowfield.

The clan warriors secured the wagons with reins, and heavy planks were joined together along the rear of the wagons to form a simple circle, enclosing the makeshift camp.

Behind the carriage, Ernuk, with their furry bodies, blocked the drafts. Snow covered the carriage and Ernuk's bodies, decorating them like a thick, silver fence.

The blizzard continued, and glistening snowflakes, carried by the cold wind, pounded against the makeshift campsite.

The whispers of the clan warriors mingled with the sounds of the campfire, dispelling the chill of winter.

As darkness gradually fell.

The other sounds gradually faded away, until only Ernuk's low breathing remained.

Outside the camp, under the dim night sky...

The Noxian scouts crept silently into the snow, their bodies shifting as they slowly approached the makeshift camp.

They were waiting for their opportunity to come.

Click!

In the silent environment, the heavy wooden planks easily revealed the weathered face of a clan warrior, who surveyed his surroundings.

However, the blizzard severely impaired visibility.

The clan warriors glanced at it hastily, without observing it closely, before pulling their heads back.

It was this action that completely set the stage for this ambush.

In the pale snow, figures quickly rose to their feet, their gazes fixed menacingly on the line of vehicles before them.

Like ghosts, they moved with light steps, breaking through the blizzard and suddenly appearing in the vicinity.

Clang! Clang!

At the crucial moment, fate played a cruel joke on the Noxian scouts.

Ernuk, who should have been lying on the ground asleep, became agitated upon seeing the dark shadows of the night. He rammed his horns into the carriage, making a loud noise.

But in an instant.

Influenced by the first one, the Enuk tribe in the wagon formation became restless, and the howls and crashes awakened all the clan warriors.

"Damn Ernuuk!"

Looking at the chariot formation lit up with fire in front of him, Huo Jixing no longer concealed his figure and turned to look at the Tauren and Noxian Shield Guards behind him.

"Hague, Tulio, break through the chariot formation!"

Almost the instant the words were spoken, the minotaur Hag started running.

Fully armed, he resembled a steel giant, using his menacing iron shield and short, thick horns to directly push aside the blocking carriage.

Under the immense impact, the wooden carriage could not withstand the weight and overturned along with Ernook, spilling the transported goods all over the ground.

Not to be outdone, Shield Guard Tulio raised his sturdy shield along the gap created by the minotaur Hag's charge, deflecting the falling weapons.

"It's food and warm fur!"

By the dim light of the fire, Tulio looked down at the animal flesh and fur scattered at his feet and immediately shouted.

Outside the circular vehicle formation, in the cold snow.

Upon hearing Tulio's voice, Huo Jixing immediately took out his slender longsword and strode forward.

As he approached the wagon formation, he leaped up, stepping onto the overturned wagon, like an eagle spreading its wings, and swooped down on the enemy inside.

In the cold air, the biting wind and snowflakes lashed against our faces.

Huo Jixing's eyes turned crimson, and the slender longsword he gripped tightly in his hand was instantly covered with a layer of Nanli fire, scorching the soul.

He then swung his longsword with all his might.

Upon landing, the longsword, imbued with flames, sliced ​​through the clan warriors blocking its path from above.

The gushing blood and shattered flesh soaked his armor like rain and snow, transforming him into a demon from hell.

The clan warriors in the chariot formation were thrown into disarray by this sudden attack.

Screams and shouts echoed in the cold night, and helplessness and fear grew in the hearts of each clan warrior.

But they were true warriors born to live in Freljord, and even in dire straits, they put up a tenacious resistance.

They looked at the attacking enemy and recognized them—

Noxian Scouts!

Immediately, most of the clan warriors, disregarding their own lives, rushed towards the gap in the wagon formation, intending to drive away and kill the minotaur Hag and the shield guard Tulio.

A small number of clan warriors surrounded Huo Jixing, wanting to deal with the bloodstained dagger stuck in his abdomen first.

However, these clan warriors underestimated the power of the Noxian scouts before them.

He was able to penetrate deep into Freljord and evade the Noxian scouts who were trying to catch him, showing them a true art of killing.

Sharuba, a Noxian veteran, took advantage of the commotion caused by Hoji Star and rushed to the gap in the vehicle formation.

Behind him were Eric and Rand.

They used the gap created by Tulio to fiercely attack the nearby clan warriors.

Superb skills and excellent teamwork.

However, in the blink of an eye, the gap was torn open.

Bueno, Korda, and others also entered the battlefield one after another. With Heg and Tulio as their fulcrums, they were like wild beasts with their mouths wide open, constantly swallowing the clan warriors who rushed towards them.

The intense flames grew even hotter, illuminating the chaotic array of vehicles.

Under Ernuk's terrified gaze and as he curled up, large patches of crimson blood flowed, staining the ground.

The cold corpses of clan warriors lay completely exposed, covered by snowflakes.

Faced with the powerful Noxian scouts, these clan warriors guarding the supply convoys used every means to try and turn the tide of the battle.

But all of this seemed to be in vain.

The attackers were too powerful and too determined, and they thought of almost any means to stop their counterattack, even cutting off their retreat.

Ultimately, this snow-covered chariot formation fell into enemy hands.

All the clan warriors were executed one by one, lying on the cold snow. The caravan's facilities were destroyed and burned. The orange flames illuminated the night, like a layer of glorious armor draped over the Noxian scouts.

"Pooh!"

Huo Jixing spat out a mouthful of blood, wiping the blood off his composite armor as he looked at the scouts who were methodically handling the aftermath of the battle.

"What should we do with these things?" He looked at Oakes beside him, pointed to the overturned carriage, and asked.

"Replenish our own supplies first, and destroy any excess," Oakes replied without hesitation.

This was their mission.

This operation not only successfully destroyed Winter's Claw's supplies, but also brought great panic and uncertainty to their rear.

Huo Jixing nodded slightly and instructed the sword boy Heini, who had been following behind him, "Go and tell Sharuba and the others to destroy all the vehicles on the spot after collecting the supplies."

"As for this group of Ernuks"

Huo Jixing stroked his chin, which was now covered in a beard, and said with a smile, "Release them, let them leave this place."

Upon hearing this, the sword-wielding boy Heine didn't ask why and immediately ran towards where Sharuba was.

"A very good idea. This will disrupt the pursuing Crow Clan." Oakes walked up to Hojixing, half a step behind, and said admiringly.

"Alright, stop flattering me." Huo Jixing wasn't blinded by the praise. He looked up at the increasingly dark night and the violently falling snow, and continued to speak.

"It's time to leave; the nights in Freljord are agonizing."

After a short while, all the Noxian scouts, having reaped a bountiful harvest, gathered together.

They turned to look at the burning carriage and the blood and flesh mixed with some 'seasoning', and chuckled softly.

The glory of this victory and the heavy spoils dispelled the gloom that had been hanging over the team for some time.

Looking into the distance, the Enuks ran, kicking up snowflakes.

Huo Jixing and his group walked in the opposite direction without making a sound, leaving the battlefield with minimal disturbance, as if they had never been there.

Only behind them.

The burning, blood-red battlefield gently tells the story of their existence.

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