Noxus Glory

Chapter 62 The Enraged Knight Kled

The warm sunlight, carrying a hint of ocean dampness, fell upon the dilapidated buildings.

On the blood-red street in the distance, a mysterious figure riding a desert dragon gradually came into view.

His weapons were already stained with blood, and bits of flesh and blood were visible on his tattered armor, but this did not prevent Wilson from recognizing him.

Raging Knight Kled!

That was also the purpose of his trip.

As Kree approached, Wilson's tired face lit up, and his bright eyes took on a strange gleam.

It's hard to imagine a Yordle joining the Noxian Empire.

In the many legends circulating on the continent of Valoran, the Yordles are portrayed as a peaceful and gentle race.

They have a penchant for seeking joy and a little mischief, and their moral compass usually points towards kindness and compassion.

Kled, the fearless and ferocious Yordle, is the embodiment of the Noxian will.

He participated in the vast majority of wars ever waged by the Imperial battle groups and received many different titles within the chapter.

For example, the newly promoted general and major is just one of his many titles.

However, Kree's image as a general did not last long before it was completely shattered in front of Wilson.

"Skaarl, Skaarl, don't move!" Kree, as if he couldn't stand the desert dragon lizard under his feet, angrily stomped on Skaarl's head, making it walk in a straight line to the group.

"Lord Kled!"

Wilson took a deep breath, straightened his red and gray striped robe, stepped forward, and gave Kree a respectful military salute.

"This is the Legion's advisor," Lyon said, stepping forward.

"Shut up, Leon!" Kree said sternly to his officer, then rode Skaarl up to Wilson.

"I remember you, Wilson, Darius's Legionary Advisor!"

"Is there something you need?"

Looking at the short but imposing Kree before him, Wilson took out a letter with sealing wax from his robe and handed it over.

"This is a letter that General Darius instructed me to deliver to you personally!"

"Darius!?"

Kree looked surprised, then seemed to think of something, his lips parted into a beautiful arc, his sharp teeth like a wild beast displaying its skills.

"Hahaha, did he encounter setbacks in the war against the Claws of Winter?"

Kree stood on the back of the desert dragon lizard, laughing loudly as he rubbed off the sealing wax and opened the letter.

As he finished reading the letter, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, leaving behind a solemn expression.

"That Swain guy."

Kree frowned. He hadn't heard anything from Swain in the capital lately because he was dealing with the rebellion on the island of Falgren.

"That old bastard Darkwell finally got his comeuppance!" Kree laughed loudly.

He then looked at the blood-stained buildings behind him, and savagery surged forth from his only intact eye.

"Give me half a day to take care of things here, and then I'll set off!"

"Also, Leon, go and activate [Noxtora] for me."

[Noxtorna: Portals made of black stone excavated from the mountains surrounding the Immortal Fortress, the capital of the Noxian Empire, have risen over most of the roads in Noxian cities.]

It is thanks to the existence of Noxus that the Noxian Empire was able to confront all its enemies and expand its territory continuously.

As if sensing Leon's worry, Kree said with a ferocious expression, "Don't worry, I'll keep the most docile lambs."

"As for those snarling bastards, I'll send them straight to hell!"

"Rebel against Noxus? Utterly laughable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kree began to strike the desert dragon's head with the blood-stained axe in his hand.

"Skaar, get moving! We have big work to do next!"

With Kled's departure, the once-silent lair was once again engulfed by waves of crimson light, eroding every place and every corner of Fargren.

They carried the wrath of Noxus and engulfed all the rebels.

A desolate and silent snowfield, with a biting, howling wind.

A line of slightly messy footprints was deeply imprinted on the snow, seemingly telling the story of the pedestrians' arduous journey in the cold.

Huo Jixing looked up at the snowflakes swirling in the sky, which landed on his face, causing a stinging sensation like needles.

He glanced at the Noxian veteran beside him, his head buried in the snow, and said in a low voice, "Sharuba, find a sheltered spot, let's rest!"

"Okay!" Sharuba replied in a deep voice, wiped the ice crystals from his brow, and left the group alone, entering the cold and silent snowfield.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Guided by the marks left along the way, Huo Jixing and his group walked into the desolate mountain forest.

The mountains and forests were barren, with withered trees and scattered rocks in sight, a desolate scene devoid of any sign of life.

Huo Jixing casually found a dead tree, leaned against the frozen trunk, and began to rest.

Although the mountain forest was still chilly, it was much better than the snowy mountain roads.

The Noxian scouts also found their places, took out dry, hard food, and tried to recover their depleted strength as quickly as possible.

Huo Jixing loosened the fur cloak that was tightly wrapped around him, took a breath, and looked down at his body inside the composite armor.

The blood and qi deficiency caused by using [Vermilion Bird: Chaotic Dance] beyond the threshold in the past has been almost completely recovered with the activation of [Willow Star] and recent nutritional supplements, resulting in smooth muscle lines.

The knife wound inflicted by Raven Baroric was gradually healed under the healing effect of the Southern Flame.

This put Huo Jixing at ease.

After all, the frozen wasteland of Freljord is rife with deadly dangers.

Only strength can guarantee their survival.

creak!creak!

Heavy footsteps echoed on the snow. Huo Jixing turned his head and saw Oakes walking over, his empty left sleeve swaying in the cold wind.

To prevent infection and excessive blood loss, Huo Jixing used the Southern Fire to burn away the flesh and seal the wound.

Even so, Oakes' body could not withstand the continuous trauma and became extremely weak.

"There are people following us. I don't know the exact number, but my intuition is never wrong." Oakes was deathly pale.

He was wrapped in a thick fur cloak, trying his best to ward off the cold, but his hands and feet still felt icy.

"We don't have many options. Going back the way we came is definitely not an option. Now we can only take the mountain road to the east to avoid the gathering place of the Winter's Claw."

Huo Jixing glanced at the Noxian scouts around him and nodded silently.

Winter's Claw must have already received news of the Raven Clan's defeat.

Given the tyrannical nature of the northern clans, they would never allow them to leave this snowy land alive again.

"Don't worry, we have exceeded our mission expectations, and we have also eliminated the leader and elite warriors of the Raven Clan."

Oakes curled up in his cloak, his pale face unable to conceal the brilliance in his eyes. He gazed at the silvery-white snow and chuckled softly.

"This is enough to explain to General Darius, and we will also gain sufficient merit."

In the past few days, they attacked another supply convoy and burned all the warm clothing.

It was that massacre that caused his followers to slip up.

"Then I'll do as you say and go back via the mountain road on the east side," Huo Jixing said.

He looked at the snow-covered, rolling mountains before him, and it seemed as if the sounds of birdsong and insects had vanished, leaving only the howling of the cold wind in his ears, as if he had entered another world.

This made Huo Jixing feel the terrifying stillness.

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