Noxus Glory

Chapter 59 Avalanche on Winterthorn Mountain Road

Ironthorn Mountains, Winterthorn Mountain Road.

On the snow-covered mountain road, a devastating natural disaster is unfolding, one that will destroy everything.

avalanche!

On both sides of the cliff, snow waves, like white ghosts, cascaded down from the high mountain peaks, destroying the trees and burying the winding mountain roads.

Countless blocks of ice and snow rushed down the mountainside at an astonishing speed, like a raging white beast ravaging the earth.

Looking into the distance, huge, solid clumps of snow cascaded down and crashed into the Noxian army's marching column, instantly engulfing rows of terrified Noxian soldiers.

The rising snow dust created a hazy, misty atmosphere, as if the end of the world was imminent.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The Winterthorn Mountain Road was left in ruins after the avalanche, and the Noxian soldiers who were moving forward disappeared under the snow.

No matter how sturdy the armor, it was useless when an avalanche occurred on the opposite side, leaving only an empty and silent valley that reflected the despair and fear of the survivors.

"Ben, give the order: poach people immediately!"

Darius gazed at the horrific scene on the Winterthorn Road, a scene resembling hell on earth, his eyes bloodshot and his expression ferocious.

"Yes, General!"

Captain Farong, standing beside him, glanced at the still-lingering aftershocks of the avalanche, gritted his teeth, and quickly relayed the order.

Moments later, a dense swarm of Noxian soldiers appeared on the avalanche ruins.

They searched for survivors in the snow-covered ruins, using their hands and feet or weapons.

Although the chances are slim, every Noxian soldier's life deserves to be saved.

Darius himself led his soldiers to join in.

They must race against time to complete the rescue operation. This avalanche was definitely not a natural occurrence; it was orchestrated by the Winterclaw tribe.

"General, enemy sighting!"

Captain Farong, clad in heavy armor, walked effortlessly across the snow, pointing towards the distant hillside.

Darius followed the direction Captain Faron pointed and saw shadowy figures on the distant hilltop.

The warriors of Winter's Claw were sifting through the scattered corpses of Noxians, collecting loot and executing the survivors.

"Go back, back to the ice we just crossed, and set up camp there."

Darius surveyed the Noxian team that had suffered a crushing defeat before him, his suppressed rage distorting his face.

"Go there immediately!"

"If you can't walk, crawl!"

The sky was gloomy, and the pale sun was already close to the horizon.

On the ravaged snowy mountain road, the clan warriors of the Winter's Claw tribe followed the Noxian army column all the way to the frozen riverbank, harassing them with barbed arrows.

However, under Darius's command, the well-trained Noxian Legion moved swiftly and began to line up on the other side of the river.

The frozen river surface was wide and flat, large enough to accommodate several Enoch carriages.

Such a distance was enough to make the clan warriors of the Winter's Claw tribe wary and dare not charge directly at them.

Darius glanced at the Winter's Claw warrior who was still firing cold arrows not far away, his expression icy.

He knew that as long as the riverbank was kept under close watch, the only possible direction for the enemy to attack would be the nearby mountains and forests, which would also become their opportunity.

Darius then ordered his soldiers to use their shields as cover and forcibly dig two parallel trenches along the riverbank in the snow.

The tense, blood-red atmosphere grew even heavier under the cold wind.

Or perhaps seeing that the trench was almost finished, the Winter's Claw warriors who had followed from afar could no longer hold back. They began to scatter and go around, preparing to find a breakthrough.

Just as Darius conjectured.

Upon seeing the forests on both sides of the frozen river, the Winter's Claw warriors quickly gathered their forces, preparing to charge back into the Noxian ranks and wreak havoc.

"Prepare for battle!"

Darius's voice rang out with the clang of clashing swords, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Ben, lead the heavy infantry regiment to the western mountains and forests to stop them from getting closer."

Captain Farong, who was standing beside him, received the order and immediately strode away, accompanied by a group of heavily armored infantrymen wielding menacing weapons.

"Sparkling Horn Oro, lead the minotaur warriors to the east and don't let them cross the defensive line."

Behind Darius, a towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, approached.

He was a minotaur clad in golden armor, with even the tips of his horns inlaid with menacing golden steel points.

"As you wish, General Darius."

Following behind Sparky Oro were also Noxian soldiers on high alert, but unlike other chapters, he led mostly Tauren warriors.

Within the complex terrain of the mountains and forests.

Ignoring the rubble and trees on the ground, the Winter's Claw warriors wielded their sharp blades and swiftly traversed the complex terrain.

For them, even the most rugged mountains and forests had been traversed.

After a short while, they saw rows of deep red flags fluttering in the wind.

It's the Noxian Empire's double-edged axe banner!

However, as they walked through the mountains and forests, they encountered heavily armed infantry who were already in full battle array.

A dark gray, sturdy armor covered their bodies, and they held sharp blades that gleamed coldly. At the forefront was Captain Farong, who was wearing silver-gray armor and had a menacing chain hammer wrapped around his hands.

"Noxus!"

With a muffled roar, the heavy infantry launched their charge.

They surged like a deep gray tide, gradually engulfing every inch of the forest until they reached the enemy.

The Winter's Claw warriors on the other side were equally determined.

The recent relentless pursuit had already ignited their bloodlust, and now, facing the surging heavy infantry, they charged forward fearlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the battle broke out.

The sounds of clashing metal, the clash of weapons, and the shouts of soldiers mingled together, creating a symphony of death.

Hot blood sprayed out, staining the rocks and trees red.

The two sides had no further words; their communication was the most direct struggle for life and death.

In this battle, both the Winter's Claw warriors and the Noxian heavy infantry defended their honor with their lives and blood.

Splash!

Captain Farong charged into the heart of the Winter's Claw warriors with overwhelming force, his heavy armor protecting him from attacks from all sides.

He then swung his chain hammer, instantly destroying all the Winter's Claw warriors that were near him.

Tiny pieces of flesh and blood, along with countless cries of agony, littered the pale snow, and echoed through the mountains and forests.

Captain Farong, bathed in blood, continued his advance, charging through the ranks of the Winter's Claw warriors and creating a terrifying storm of death.

The battle was fierce and protracted, with each charge filled with determination and courage.

The Noxian heavy infantry, filled with rage, had no way out but to advance in this battle.

With their blades and lives, they wove together courage and resilience to fight for Noxus.

Another fierce battle was unfolding in the mountains and forests.

Sparkling Horn Oro led his warbands in a battle against the countless Winter's Claw warriors swarming through the forest.

Blood and war seemed to drive away the cold winter winds, making the once tranquil mountains and forests exceptionally noisy.

Upon closer listening, one could hear the furious roars of countless soldiers, a roar that seemed to echo with the death of their loved ones.

The warriors of Winter's Claw, wielding bone weapons, moved swiftly, cutting through familiar terrain and unleashing waves of bloodshed.

Meanwhile, Olo and his Noxian soldiers were experienced and their attacks were fierce and powerful. With the outstanding talent of the Tauren warriors, they once suppressed the Winter's Claw warriors.

"Know your enemies, you scum of the Winter's Claw!"

With golden horns atop his head, Sparkling Horned Oro wielded a ferocious hammer, tearing apart the clan warriors who stood in his way.

The strong smell of blood stimulated the nerves of Sparkling Horn Oro and his minotaur warriors.

They broke through the Winter's Claws' formation like madmen, trampling the corpses beneath their feet.

Until dusk.

The clan warriors who had been attacked by the Claws of Winter were routed and began to flee the mountains and forests, leaving behind broken corpses scattered across the snow.

"Pooh!"

Sparkling Horn Oro crushed the skull on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the departing Winter's Claw warrior, and waved to signal everyone to stop their pursuit.

He never underestimated his enemies; these warriors before him were nothing but small fry from the Claws of Winter.

When Sparkling Horn Oro returned to the frozen river, they were greeted with cheers.

"Haha!" Shuojiao Aolo laughed loudly, and at the same time he saw Captain Farong returning covered in blood.

The two exchanged a glance and walked towards the center of the position.

Darius is waiting for them.

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