Noxus Glory

Chapter 55 Frosty Bloodline and the Frosty Curved Blade

"We can't escape!"

Huo Jixing's gaze passed over the grayish-white mist produced by the burning, looking at the arrows scattered on the snow and the surging black clouds in the distance.

At the same time, he realized that this interception of the supply convoy was a trap deliberately set by someone.

The purpose was to hunt them down.

"Prepare for battle!"

Huo Jixing licked his lips, glanced at the Noxian scouts beside him, took a deep breath, drew his slender longsword from his waist, and held it in his hand.

As dark clouds approached.

He saw behind the dark clouds were fully armed clan warriors.

Unlike the clan warriors I had seen before, these people were wearing cloaks made of black feathers, underneath which were tough leather armor.

The weapons they wielded were also more sophisticated, sharp blades made from a mixture of steel and bone.

There were also black marks painted on their faces, resembling the beaks of some kind of bird.

"crow!"

Huo Jixing's expression shifted, and his gaze fell on the crows circling in the sky, connecting the two together.

It's a crow's beak!

The black markings painted on the faces of the clan warriors outlined a somewhat abstract crow's beak.

"Warriors of the Raven Clan!"

Oakes walked to Hojixing's side and said in a serious tone, "He's also the dirty guy who's been chasing us all along."

Tap tap! Thump tap tap!

Raven Baroric rode Ernuk to the burning supply convoy, then looked at the Noxian scouts who were on high alert, his expression fierce.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he took some dark objects from Ernuk's back and threw them across to the other side.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The black object landed, catching a few snowflakes, and then, in the firelight, its outline became clear.

It's a severed head!

Those dark, fallen objects were clearly the heads of Noxian scouts who had ventured deep into Freljord.

Among these heads, one, seemingly strained from its fall, rolled over the carriage and landed not far in front of Huo Jixing.

His head was covered in a mess of hair and blood, his eyes were gouged out, and his face was contorted in a ferocious expression, but the anger he felt before his death was still evident.

Before Huo Jixing could react.

The moment Heiny, the sword boy beside him, saw the head, he immediately covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling.

Oakes' breathing also became rapid.

"That guy did it on purpose." Huo Jixing's expression was icy as he looked at the tall figure draped in a black feather cloak.

Judging from Heiny and Oakes' reactions, the head in front of them belonged to the previous owner of the runic weapon.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A biting wind blew, causing the orange flames of the burning vehicle to flicker.

The Ravenclan warriors and the Noxian scouts stared at each other across the flames, falling into an eerie silence.

Wow—wow—wow!

Suddenly.

Black crows hovering in the sky seemed startled by the impending slaughter, cawing incessantly.

Click!

Accompanied by the cawing of crows, the life-or-death battle instantly began.

The Raven Clan warriors, surrounding them from all sides, trampled the vehicles, ignored the rising flames, roared, and charged fiercely at the Noxian scouts who were waiting in battle.

Clang!

The grotesque bone blade swung, striking the erected shield squarely, sending sparks flying.

But this was just the beginning. Under the cold wind, countless sharp blades slashed at the shields, playing a rousing war song.

The minotaur Hag and shield-bearer Tulio's expressions darkened, and a tremendous force surged through their arms, like a continuous tide crashing against the rocks, causing their bodies to sway.

Besides the warriors of the Tooth Crow Clan coming from the front, many more Tooth Crow Clan warriors also surged in from the left and right sides of the remaining chariot formation.

They transformed into dark clouds, encroaching on the Noxian scouts' living space.

Clang!

The greatsword slashed, cleaving open the cowhide helmet and shattering the head of the Raven Clan warrior before it, the spray of blood staining the snow red.

The heavy, sharp greatsword, under Eric's wielding, transformed into a whistling steel wind, deflecting the attacks that swept over him.

An occasional counterattack will inevitably kill a Crow Clan warrior who gets close.

puff!

The bone blade, mixed with steel and carrying terrifying force, pierced through the sword wind, leaving a horrifying bloodstain on Eric's muscular body.

"uh-huh!"

Eric groaned, a look of pain appearing on his face. Before he could react, several black figures took advantage of the moment when the attack subsided and closed in on him.

In the firelight, the faces smeared with black marks revealed a cruel and hungry look.

Clang!

"Get out of here!"

Sharuba roared, wielding his heavy sword, and slashed back the Raven Clan warriors who were closing in on Eric, but more and more clan warriors joined the battle one after another.

Eric and Sharuba exchanged a glance, then silently brandished their weapons, once again engaging in a deadly battle with the Raven Clan warriors.

Black crows hovered in the air, watching the battle below, eager to pounce.

The crimson area belonging to the Noxian formation was gradually shrinking, while the black clouds of the Raven Clan warriors were becoming increasingly restless.

Faced with a force several times larger than their own, the Noxian scouts found themselves in dire straits.

To be precise, the skills of these clan warriors active in Freljord are not weak, and they are comparable to those of the Noxian scouts.

However, the difference in numbers is difficult to overcome.

The Minotaur Hag's special steel armor was covered with cracks, many of which were deep enough to expose bone, and his short, thick horns were stained with many internal organs.

Compared to Hegel, whose physical abilities were extraordinary, Tulio's situation was much more serious.

Bloodstains ran across his round face, blood flowing freely. The honest man's smile had vanished, leaving only a cold expression.

The black shield he held was nearly shattered after being slashed repeatedly.

Fortunately, Bueno stepped in in time, cooperating with Tulio to struggle against the surging black clouds.

The other Noxian scouts were in a similar situation, their stamina rapidly depleting, their bodies gradually becoming covered in bloodstains.

But at this moment...

They heard the flames gradually dying down and made joyful sounds.

Then a great fire broke out, pulling at the orange smoke and illuminating the dim sky.

It's Huo Jixing.

Out of the corner of Eric's eye, he saw Huo Jixing holding a slender longsword, his entire body covered in crimson-gold Southern Flame, like a noble and majestic fire god descending upon the battlefield.

Rumble!

The gods descend upon the world, and fireworks erupt!

Huo Jixing, with its boundless heat and destructive power, stirred up the rolling dark clouds.

With each step, a brilliant flame would ignite on the snow; with each swing of the crimson flaming blade, a black crow surging forward would be annihilated.

Until, a ray of azure light suddenly appeared, blocking Huo Jixing's path.

"Noxian transcendent, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Raven Baroric blocked Hojira's path, his blood-red eyes beneath the black feather cloak fixed on the slender, flame-covered blade.

"I will cut off your head and present it as a gift to the great War Mother Sejuani!"

puff!

The azure scimitar sliced ​​through the cold air like a beam of bright moonlight, striking Huo Jixing with incredible speed.

Huo Jixing reacted quickly, twisting his wrist, and the slender longsword, wrapped in the Southern Fire, transformed into a boiling sea of ​​flames, engulfing Baloric's tall figure.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant.

The sharp clash of weapons drowned out the hoarse cawing of crows.

The azure light and the crimson-gold flames melted into each other, and terrifying energy fluctuations stirred up waves of white air that ravaged the snow-covered land.

Under a sky full of snowflakes.

Huo Jixing retreated continuously, leaving deep footprints in the snow.

His slightly trembling hands gripped the slender longsword tightly, with specks of frost spreading across its blade, only to be driven away by the Southern Fire in an instant.

True Ice Weapon!

Huo Jixing looked at the two azure scimitars in Baloric's hand, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

Frosty bloodline, icy weapons, and exceptional skill.

This is the most powerful enemy he has ever encountered!

(End of this chapter)