Noxus Glory

Chapter 65 Even a cornered beast will fight; how much more so a human?

"Did they catch up so quickly?"

On the rugged, snowy mountain road, Huo Jixing stood on a strangely shaped boulder, looking back at the distant snow-capped mountains with a solemn expression.

Within his crimson eyes, numerous clouds condensed and rose, accompanied by a cold wind, rapidly advancing towards this place.

A rough comparison of the speeds of both sides.

Huo Jixing's eyes darkened, and an uncontrollable killing intent overflowed from his pupils.

"Eric, tell Sharuba and the others to come back quickly."

He first instructed Eric, who was nestled in the low-lying hillside, then turned to the swordsman beside him and said, "Heini, go and wake up Oakes and the others who are resting."

"We need to set off as soon as possible!"

From the clouds, the number of Winter's Claw warriors pursuing them far exceeded their own.

Among the many clouds rising from within, two stood out remarkably, even larger than the clouds of the previous Crow Barolorick.

In addition, there are the lurking, watchful fox wanderers.

This pursuit team included three extraordinary individuals from the Winter's Claw, and they were quite powerful.

"It seems they're not planning to let us leave the Ironthorn Mountains alive."

Huo Jixing licked his dry lips, realizing the intentions of the Winter's Claw pursuers.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Braving the biting wind, treading on the thick snow.

Huo Jixing and his group resumed their rapid march, with almost no time to rest.

They crossed rugged mountain paths, bypassed frozen lakes, and fled along untrodden trails.

Every time they thought they had shaken off the Winter's Claw warriors behind them.

In less than half a day, clouds will approach from behind.

A winding path strewn with loose stones.

Huo Jixing stopped again, looked back, his crimson eyes reflecting the clouds, and then his heart sank to the bottom of the lake.

"The Spirit Fox Wanderer!"

His expression was gloomy. In front of the clouds, the dim clouds belonging to the spirit fox wanderers always followed behind them, and they could not get rid of them no matter what.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Oaks walked over, panting heavily, his pale face appearing even weaker.

"We don't think we can get out of here," he said with a wry smile. "But with your strength, there's still a chance to leave the Ironthorn Mountains."

Huo Jixing remained silent, his crimson eyes gazing at the group. He saw that they were panting heavily and looking exhausted after a long march through the icy and snowy environment.

Compared to themselves, they are just ordinary people with excellent physical fitness.

No matter how outstanding or elite they are, they cannot quickly recover their depleted physical strength.

"And this runic weapon!" Oakes handed over the runic weapon that the sword-wielding boy Heine had always guarded.

"Take it with you!"

Huo Jixing looked down at the runic weapon that resembled a broadsword and said softly, "Don't worry, they haven't caught up yet. We still have time."

He seemed to want to comfort his Noxian scouts, but he couldn't bring himself to say the rest.

Sometimes, the truth is too cruel.

No matter how eloquent the language, it cannot conceal the truth.

"Haha!" Oakes laughed nonchalantly, his pale face showing no fear of death.

"Don't worry, we'll buy you some time."

A deathly silence filled the crowd along the rocky path, carried by the falling snow.

Huo Jixing gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, looking at the Noxian scouts who were silently wiping their blades and adjusting their armor. He already knew their choice.

Yes!

Huo Jixing admitted that he had already planned his escape route when he entered Freljord.

If things truly reach a point where there is no way to change the situation, he will leave on his own.

After all, with his current strength and the abilities granted by [Vermilion Bird: Crimson Eyes], leaving would be relatively easy.

But when faced with the actual situation, he found himself in a state of hesitation.

These Noxian scouts before him, who were prepared to stay and fight, were his daily companions, a group of living, breathing people.

Instead of virtual characters from a game in a previous life.

"Section Chief, let's get out of here before those Winter bastards catch up," DeWitt said, a smile on his young face.

Like Muller, he knew his fate from the moment he joined the Noxian Chapter.

He died on the battlefield, returning home in glory.

There's always a choice.

"You're different from us." Eric stood behind DeWitt, his massive, tiger-like body bearing various scars, which only made him more ferocious.

"What's the difference?"

Huo Jixing chuckled softly, turning to look at the dark night in the distance. The blizzard began to fall sparsely, the thick snow mixed with the gray mountain road.

This rocky path is not far from the end of the Ironthorn Mountains.

Ultimately, a choice must be made.

Huo Jixing gazed at the distant, undulating mountain range, which seemed hazy and unreal, yet also unreachable.

However, just by looking at him like that, Huo Jixing's expression changed slightly.

"Clouds?"

South of the Ironthorn Mountains, on the border of the Noxian Empire, he saw numerous clouds rising.

There were about twice as many pursuers as Winter's Claw, totaling more than a hundred.

Huo Jixing took a deep breath, and the crimson light in his eyes grew even stronger. He seemed to want to transcend the distance of space and glimpse the true face beneath the clouds.

Unfortunately, he could only ever see those swirling clouds.

"It certainly won't be clan warriors sent by the Winter's Claw tribe again," Huo Jixing pondered.

Sejuani wouldn't be so reckless as to send so many people to hunt down a Noxian scout team that had ventured too far into enemy territory.

The pursuers behind them were all the forces that the Winter's Claw tribe could muster.

Therefore, in this land of the Ironthorn Mountains, besides the Winter Claw tribe, there is only one other force.

The Noxian Empire!

Most importantly, with Huo Jixing exerting all his strength, he saw a rampant and arrogant cloud shadow among the many clouds behind him.

"It's so incredibly familiar!"

Huo Jixing's lips curled into a blood-red smile; he had made his decision.

"Sharuba, find a strategically advantageous and easily defensible location, and prepare for battle!"

Huo Jixing's order was like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly causing ripples in the Noxian scouting party.

Everyone turned to look at the wiry figure with his straight back and right hand on the hilt of his sword.

"What are you standing there for? We don't have much time left," Huo Jixing said, looking at Xia Ruba not far away.

"Yes!" Sharuba immediately turned around and stepped into the snow.

Huo Jixing glanced at the Noxian scouts who had risen, and spoke in a low voice, "Even a cornered beast will fight; how much more so a human?"

"Tonight, let's teach those winter bastards a lesson!"

In the dark sky, the glow of dusk spread, draping the falling snow in a golden coat.

Georgi Giantfist, riding his Juvask Boar, stopped at the foot of a snowy hillside and looked up at the Noxian scouts who were waiting in ambush.

"Is this a prelude to my death?"

The hillside is quite steep, surrounded by cliffs, and only the smooth, snow-covered mountain path on the front is accessible.

"It's just the grave they chose for themselves." Frostfang Shaman Hikaru, draped in a deep blue robe, gently stroked the Frostfang Giant Wolf beneath him.

"Should we use arrows to wear them down first?"

"No, the slope is steep enough that arrows won't be very effective." Georgie the Greatfist leaped down from the Juvask Boar, looking coldly at the Noxian scout.

"A swift and decisive victory!"

"The great War Mother Sejuani is still waiting for our report!"

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