Noxus Glory

Chapter 56 The Wrath of the Raven and the Dance of the Vermilion Bird

Bang!

The fluffy snow suddenly exploded, sending snowflakes flying everywhere.

Beneath the sparse snow, a fiery figure, like an arrow released from a bow, streaked through the darkness and pounced on Baloric.

Huo Jixing had no time to delay and had to finish the battle quickly.

This meticulously planned trap not only successfully lured them out, but also enabled a counter-ambush.

Moreover, the increasingly restless dark clouds not far away are slowly encroaching on the crimson area belonging to the Noxian scouts.

And nearby was Baloric, known as the Toothed Crow.

He was a dangerous enemy that Oakes had specifically warned him about, and now it can be confirmed with 100% certainty that he is of Iceborn.

In their recent exchange, Huo Jixing discovered Baloric's strength.

With his icy bloodline, wielding a curved blade crafted from pure ice, and possessing extraordinary skills, he almost completely overwhelmed himself.

However, under the observation of [Vermilion Bird - Crimson Eyes], the clouds emanating from Baroric's body were half gray and half black.

This means that Huo Jixing still has a considerable chance of winning.

This is why he didn't choose to break out, but instead stayed to fight to the death.

The battle erupted instantly.

The slender longsword, imbued with the flames of Nanli, swung in a fiery arc, colliding with Baroric's azure scimitar and producing a series of ear-piercing metallic cutting sounds.

The two locked eyes, their cruelty evident in their expressions.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant.

A blue and red halo permeated the air.

With each clash of blades, the Southern Fire and the Frosty Chill seemed like two ancient beasts resurrected, intertwined and desperately biting at each other.

Looking into the distance, at the center of the fiercely clashing white air currents, brilliant blue and red light illuminated the sky, dispelling the gloomy darkness.

The terrifying energy fluctuations generated by the two distorted the snow curtain and the air, and only the two figures could be vaguely seen frequently crossing paths.

The surrounding Raven Clan warriors and Noxian scouts quickly moved aside, their expressions filled with fear as they gazed at the red and blue battle zone.

The swirling snowflakes, just as they drifted down above the battle, were shredded by the invisible air currents, making a faint sound.

"What a terrifying talent."

Eric glanced at the hazy figure in the center of the battlefield out of the corner of his eye, his heart filled with amazement.

They've only been awakened for a short time, yet they're already able to fight against the Iceborn of the Winter's Claw, who is also a well-established clan leader.

However, his immediate concern was surviving the attack from the Raven Clan warriors.

Only after the fight continued did he realize that not only himself, but also the warriors of the Toothed Raven Clan in front of him had their attention drawn to the battle in the distance.

"Yes, on this frozen wasteland, on this battlefield, it wasn't us who decided the victory." Eric gasped for breath, looking at the red-stained snow with a look of realization.

A dilapidated carriage, scattered and broken corpses, pools of blood, and crows circling in the sky.

They are embellishing and decorating this increasingly fierce battle, and the protagonist of this battle

"It's them!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Eric noticed that the blue and red area had become the center of the battlefield, attracting everyone's attention.

Clang!

Another clash of blades ensued. Huo Jixing saw Barolorick stagger and was about to take advantage of the opportunity to get closer to him when his steps suddenly became heavy.

puff!

The azure scimitar sliced ​​through the air, cleaving through the composite armor.

Huo Jixing rolled on the ground in a sorry state, dodging the deadly attack, but a three-foot-long, hideous bloodstain was left on his waist and abdomen.

"The Blade of Conquest!" He looked at the cold-faced Baloric before him, and his heart sank.

In their recent exchange, he discovered that Baroric's skill level was extremely high, even surpassing that of Eric, the Blade of Conquest.

"And...icy cold!"

Huo Jixing scanned his surroundings and noticed that a faint blue chill had begun to permeate the air, gradually condensing into ice.

He looked down at the gruesome wound on his waist and abdomen, which was also covered with blue frost.

However, under the burning of the Southern Fire in his blood, the wounds quickly melted away, and gradually healed.

He had fallen into the trap set by Barolorik, but if it weren't for the chilling aura, he could have at least avoided being injured by that ice weapon.

"Did you notice?"

Barolorik strode past, a cruel smile spreading across his face, which was smeared with black marks.

"Unfortunately, it's too late!"

Bang!

Crushing through the snow, Barolorik, adhering to the war principle of striking while the iron is hot, transformed into a blue beam of light and swiftly rushed towards Hoji Star.

Holding the ice-sharp scimitar in each hand, they left frost marks in the air at an extremely fast speed.

Despite the pain in his lower back and abdomen, Huo Jixing looked at the rapidly approaching Baloric and took a deep breath.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Southern Fire that had been attached to his entire body reignited, its scorching heat dispelling the surrounding chill.

Step forward, swing your sword!

The crisp, melodious sound of the impact rang out again.

This time, Barolorik went all out, accompanied by a sky full of frost, and suppressed Huo Jixing's counterattack in the instant they clashed.

The suppression of skill, the pervasive presence of frost.

Barolorik, draped in a black feather cloak, soared through the air, his Ice Scimitar tracing beautiful arcs.

In a short while, blue-white frost surged outwards from the two centers, covering the ground, corpses, and carriages with a thin layer of icy mist.

Huo Jixing gripped his slender longsword tightly with both hands, almost pushing his skills to their peak, but under Baloric's wild offensive, he could only struggle to hold on.

The surrounding atmosphere constantly influenced his actions.

Even with the isolation provided by the Southern Fire, there was simply too much frost, almost forming a storm. By sheer numbers, they suppressed the Southern Fire and gradually gained the upper hand in the fierce battle.

I met Huo Jixing, who never gave up and was still persevering.

While making his remarks, Barolorik swiftly swung his azure scimitar, creating afterimages that etched themselves into the air.

"Kid, look at yourself, what are you still holding on to?"

Beneath the afterimage, his armor shattered, and streaks of blue blood covered Huo Jixing's body, making him look utterly wretched.

"Your underlings want to rescue you, but they can't even get close to here."

In the shattered battlefield of the chariot formation, the minotaur Hag used his horns to push aside the raven warriors blocking his way, followed by his followers.

But the frigid winds, almost like a storm, prevented them from getting close.

Looking at the unmoved Huo Jixing, Baroric suddenly became furious.

He thought of the burned supplies, the clansmen who had starved to death, and the reproaches of his mother, Serjana.

He could no longer restrain himself and was eager to cut off the enemy's head!

A cold, sinister light gleamed in his eyes, and the curved blade in his hand released an extreme chill, along with a palpable killing intent, as it slashed towards the blood-soaked Huo Jixing.

puff!

The storm reversed, and the snowflakes shattered.

This small area seemed to be shrouded in endless cold and silence, with only a faint red flame lit up, but it looked like it was about to collapse.

Huo Jixing looked up at the azure curved blade that had been slashed down, as if it were the falling of a cold moon, so heavy that it made it hard for him to breathe, and he felt the coldness creeping into his body once again.

At the same time, he also saw the extreme killing intent in Barolorick's cold eyes.

Who isn't afraid of death?

Huo Jixing murmured softly, the slender blade in his hand seemingly stopping for a moment, but in the next instant, endless crimson flames boiled.

"The flames reside within my meridians."

Huo Jixing took a step forward, his handsome face visibly slumping, and his muscular body also became withered.

Embrace death!

As the blue, cold moon fell, Huo Jixing's eyes shone with a brilliant crimson light, as if he could see through all things in the world.

[Vermilion Bird - Crimson Eyes Fiery Pupil]!

【Vermilion Bird - Chaotic Dance】!

In an instant!

Amidst the frosty storm, the teetering Southern Fire roared to life, its intense heat melting away the pervasive chill.

The slender longsword, driven by Huo Jixing's wrist, transformed into countless phantoms, creating a series of whooshing sounds as it finally converged.

Above the pale snow, amidst the frost and storm, a crimson phantom of a Vermilion Bird materialized, its wings folded to cover the towering figure of Baloric as he descended.

Click!

The blue, cold moon shattered, and the frost storm gradually receded.

A streak of crimson-gold flames roared and fiercely engulfed everyone's vision.

At the center of the flames, Huo Jixing remained in a sword-wielding stance!

(End of this chapter)