Noxus Glory

Chapter 64 Frostfang Shaman Iceborn Warrior

"It's a spirit fox wanderer!"

Oaks walked into the melting snow, picked up the charred half of the tail and the two furry hind legs, examined them carefully, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Beast Spirit Walker?" Huo Jixing asked curiously.

Oakes looked at the questioning gaze that Hojixing was giving him and explained, "Yes, the Spirit Fox Wanderer is one of the cultivation states of the Beast Spirit Walker."

"They are the pathfinders and scouts of the Winter's Claw tribe."

"During the first Battle of Freljord, we clashed with these fox cubs many times, winning more often than losing."

Upon hearing this, Huo Jixing's expression darkened.

The War Stonemason's abilities were on full display during this mission.

However, the Spirit Fox Wanderer, the Winter's Claw Pathfinder, and the Scout were able to suppress them.

"They are eager yet cautious, quick yet quiet, and wise leaders will respect those who follow the spirit of the fox."

Oakes, thinking of the Spirit Fox Wanderer who had just left in a sorry state, felt a sense of relief and then spoke in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect these fox cubs to appear here. It seems our journey home is going to be even more dangerous from here on out."

Huo Jixing retrieved the charred half of the tail and the two furry hind legs from Oakes's hands: "These things can't be left behind either!"

The crimson flames of Nanli ignited, burning everything in his hands to ashes.

Since the Spirit Fox Wanderer is a pathfinder and scout, there must be a large force behind him.

It's just unknown how many people are chasing after them, or how many of them are superhumans.

"Don't worry, his partner is already injured, so he definitely won't dare to get too close later."

Oakes gazed at the distant snow-covered landscape, as if he could see the furious but helpless spirit fox wanderer.

The scene of rest in the camp just now was a ruse in order to carry out the ambush.

They deviated from their original route and chose to take a detour through the mountains to the east. The spirit fox wanderer who had been following them would definitely be unable to resist coming over to check.

Ultimately, Huo Jixing discovered the clues, leading to the scene just now.

Unfortunately, no spirit fox wanderer was left behind.

Huo Jixing waved away the ashes in his hand, his eyes flashing with crimson light as he saw the dim luck departing in the distance.

"Are the clouds so dim that they're concealing their presence?"

Compared to the cloud aura of the previous Toothed Raven Baroric, the Spirit Fox Wanderer's strength is not weak, but its cloud aura is too dim.

Huo Jixing seemed to be deep in thought, then walked back to the camp and led the awakened Noxian scouts on a nighttime expedition.

They cannot waste this time; it's a matter of life and death.

In the valley where snow has accumulated.

A simple camp stood, with campfires burning all around, and many Winter's Claw warriors could be seen resting with their eyes closed.

This cat-and-mouse game involved a long chase through the snow.

Not only were the Noxian scouts exhausted, but the pursuers were also somewhat weary.

In the center of the camp, a tall figure, unlike the warriors of the other clans, sat cross-legged.

He wasn't wearing heavy fur armor; his bare arms, revealing muscles like coiled dragons, came into view.

His body was covered in indigo tattoos, directly exposed to the cold elements.

He felt no discomfort, for the threat of the severe cold had long since lost its effect on him.

"Quiet down, Iron Spike."

Hearing the roar of the Juvask wild boar beside him, the tall figure stretched out his right hand to soothe the massive monster.

The tall figure frowned slightly as he smelled the blood in his nose and looked out of the camp, where he saw a thin young clan warrior approaching.

"You're injured, Leer!" the tall figure exclaimed in surprise.

The Pathfinders and Scouts of the Winter's Claws possess unparalleled tracking and stealth abilities, making them the best in the tribe.

"The information about the Raven Clan is incorrect." The Spirit Fox Wanderer, Leer, walked up to the tall figure and spoke in a deep voice.

"The Noxian fire-type superhumans are very powerful; my partner is injured."

Leer stroked the snow-white fox in his arms, which was making a constant whimpering because of its broken hind leg; its pink eyes were filled with pain.

He admitted that he had let his guard down because of his overconfidence.

But that guy was indeed very strong, far exceeding the description in the intelligence of the Toothed Raven Clan.

"We can't wait any longer, or they might actually leave the Ironthorn Mountains."

Georgie the Giant Fist pondered for a moment, looked at Leer in front of him and the fox in his arms, and said in a deep voice.

"As you said yourself, that guy's strength is beyond what we've gathered, so we need to wait even longer."

"Otherwise, Barolok's fate will be our fate."

"Are you scared?" Leer felt his partner's teeth biting his skin and his expression turned angry.

"I never expected someone with the title 'Iceborn Warrior' to be afraid of a Noxian superhuman."

"Enough, Leer, you've lost the caution and quiet of the Pathfinder," Georgie Greatfist interrupted Leer's mad rant.

"The great War Mother Sejuani is waiting for our good news!"

Unlike other Iceborn, those of the Frostblood lineage, Georgie is an Iceborn warrior, bestowed with a title by his mother, Sejuani.

Giant Fist!

"You won't disappoint Warmother Sejuani, will you?" Georgie stared at the young clan warrior with reddened eyes before him.

Suddenly, the Juvask wild boar beside Georgie let out an irritable roar and stomped heavily on the snow with one hoof.

At the same time, the injured fox in Leer's arms also let out a howl, its pink eyes showing a hint of fear.

"Who is it?"

Georgie's expression suddenly turned serious as he looked out into the dim, snowy night, his gloved hands quietly clenching.

"Relax, Georgie, it's me!"

The deep voice suppressed the rustling sound of the wind and snow, breaking the stalemate between Georgie and Ler.

As a blue figure approached, a smile appeared on Georgiev's indifferent face.

"It's you, Shikaru!"

Five enormous frost-fanged wolves followed the blue figure.

These Frostfang Giant Wolves possessed robust physiques the size of calves, with thick gray-white fur rippling in white waves as their bodies swayed.

As he walked, his deep blue eyes swept over the Juvask wild boar beside Georgie, and he let out a low growl.

The arrival of the Freljord's natural hunters is what caused the unusual reaction of the Juvask Boar and the Snow Fox.

"Frostfang Shaman Hikaru!" Leer looked at the middle-aged man with blue markings in front of him, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"Ler, if the great War Mother Sejuani had heard what you just said, you would have been reprimanded." Hikaru lowered his cold gaze and looked at the young fox wanderer.

"In other words, Georgie is good-tempered."

Leer wanted to retort, but seeing the eager Frostfang Giant Wolves around him, he swallowed his words.

"Now that you're here, Shikaru, let's begin the hunt." Georgie stood up, patted the Juvask wild boar beside him, and sat down.

"Don't keep Lady Sejuani waiting too long!"

"There are still many more heads to be harvested on the Winterthorn Mountain Road!"

Upon seeing Georgie awaken the other clan warriors, Leer spoke in a deep voice, calling out to them.

"Wait a minute!"

"I suspect that Noxian superhumans have unknown methods of reconnaissance, otherwise they would never have been able to discover me so easily and avoid being ambushed so many times."

"Interesting!" Frostfang Shaman Hikaru stroked his stubble and chuckled.

"It seems that the Noxian superhumans' fire abilities are not simple."

"And his strength, it's incredible that his strength has improved so much in just a few days."

He had just heard Georgie's account, learned of Leer's defeat, and that the fox had been severely damaged.

"But that's precisely why it's worth our cooperation." Hikaru stroked the head of the Frostfang Giant Wolf, gazing at the sky glowing with the light of dawn, his expression wistful.

"The frost will destroy them!"

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