Noxus Glory

Chapter 69 The Cowardly Lizard? Call me Desert Dragon Lizard!

The night was dark and the wind and snow were desolate.

The sparse snow could not conceal the surging crimson waves in the distance.

As if sensing the unease of the wild boar beneath him, Georgy forcefully pulled on the reins and reached out to reassure his companion.

Judging from what they could see, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry far outnumbered their own troops.

But honed by the harsh and unforgiving environment of Freljord, they are born warriors who never fear any challenge.

Looking at the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry charging towards him, Georgie took a deep breath and stood in the middle of the mountain road on his Juvask Boar.

"For the Claw of Winter, for the great Warmother Sejuani!"

He raised his arms and roared, intending to lead the blood warriors, who were on high alert, to stop the surging crimson tide.

"fighting!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Under the dark sky, barbed arrows rained down like a sudden downpour, tearing through the snow and falling on the charging Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

However, when the arrows fall, they seem to encounter an invisible obstacle and mostly lose their direction.

Even those that occasionally fell into the cavalry ranks did not cause any effective damage.

Upon seeing this, Georgie immediately waved his hand, signaling the blood warriors behind him to hold their shields and stand at the forefront of the formation.

The narrow mountain road not only hindered their previous attack, but also restricted the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry that came to their aid.

Georgie gazed at the surging crimson tide.

Although the leader's appearance was unclear, only five Noxian Scarlet Cavalrymen were able to walk side by side on the mountain road without hindrance.

He clenched his fists, awakening the icy bloodline within him. Deep blue frost gradually spread across his body, and the True Ice weapon binding his hands trembled.

Perhaps the temperature is too low.

The deep blue frost condensed the air and compressed it inward, as if it were about to transform into a solid, rock-hard ice wall.

The wild boar under Georgy's mount was also getting restless, its thick forehooves frequently stomping on the snow, its tusks slicing through the air as its head swung.

Bend over and clench your fist.

Georgie prepared to use his long-accumulated frost power to shatter the crimson wave that was rolling in at the forefront.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The uniform sound of horses' hooves thundered through the mountain road.

Georgie's icy gaze pierced through the snow curtain and landed on the leader of the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

Yordles?

A question had just arisen in my mind, but in the next instant...

A look of fear and dread appeared on Georgie's resolute face.

The Yordle riding a desert dragon lizard and wielding a sharp blade reminded him of a Noxian hero who was active in legends and biographies.

Raging Knight Kled!

He wanted to shout loudly to disperse the array of blood warriors.

But before they could do anything, the crimson tide had already arrived!

He could only hastily throw a punch, and the deep blue frost, enhanced by the Zhenbing Gauntlets, transformed into a mist of frost that surged forth, blocking his path.

"Skaarl!"

At the forefront of the crimson wave, Kled was originally walking alongside the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

But the moment he saw the deep blue frost mist, he immediately tightened his grip on the reins, and a chilling killing intent surged from his only intact eye.

The desert dragon lizard immediately accelerated, moving with swift strides, and charged forward with Kree.

Bang!

A terrifying crash resounded across the battlefield.

Ignoring the surrounding frost, the desert lizard swung its scaly tail, striking the Juvask wild boar, which was as large as a car, directly, and even Georgie, who was sitting on its back, could not avoid it.

The irresistible force first broke the sharp tusks of the Juvask boar, then shattered Georgie's arm, sending him flying through the air.

The excruciating pain of shattered bones assaulted Georgie's senses as he watched himself being lifted off the ground, recalling the scene of him knocking his enemy away earlier.

"So this is what it feels like!"

Immediately afterward, he saw Kree grinning as he swung his silver axe down fiercely.

Click!

The axe blade slashed down, shattering the frozen ice, and then sliced ​​across his own neck.

Darkness descended instantly, completely engulfing Georgie's consciousness.

At that moment, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry surged forth like a torrent through the gaping wound Kled had torn open, breaking through the Blood Warriors' defenses with overwhelming force.

"Kill them all!"

Kree raised his axe high, and the dripping blood stained his armor and Skaar's scaled body.

Behind him, the Noxian Scarlet Rider stood with a cold expression, his heavy lance piercing into the Blood Warrior's body like a black spike.

Those sturdy shields and heavy robes and armor were easily pierced like paper by the sharp heavy lances.

But only for a moment.

Thick, sticky blood poured down like a torrential rain onto the snow, and burning bodies were trampled by the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

Once the Skaarl became active, it seemed out of control, dragging Kree along as they ran wildly through the chaotic ranks, causing waves of bloodshed.

But this is not the end.

After the first charge, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, led by Kled, quickly adjusted their formation.

The vanguard became the rearguard, and the rearguard became the vanguard.

Only Kree remained ahead!

"For Noxus!" Kled spat out blood, pointed his axe at the remaining Blood Warriors, and launched another deadly charge.

On the blood-red battlefield, the remaining Winter's Claw Blood Warriors, facing Kled's Noxian Blood Cavalry, completely lost their will to fight.

They screamed in terror and fled in all directions, but they could not shake off the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry that were surrounding and killing them.

The bright moonlight hid behind the gray clouds, while the dim starlight fell to the ground.

This massacre that belonged to the Noxians is over!

The pale hill was completely stained red with thick, sticky blood.

Looking into the distance, the broken corpses, the shattered weapons, and the huge Juvask wild boar seemed to be carelessly discarded like unwanted trash.

Crimson blood gathered into streams, carrying snowflakes, flowing along the mountain path.

Huo Jixing looked down at the scene before him, which resembled a crimson hell, his expression one of astonishment. He seemed somewhat surprised that the Blood Warriors who had surrounded him had been completely wiped out.

Tap tap! Tap tap!

Hearing the crisp sound of footsteps, Huo Jixing looked up and saw a familiar figure come into view.

"Wilson?"

He looked at the middle-aged man who had reached the top of the hill and was protected by Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, and spoke in surprise.

The middle-aged man in front of him, wearing a red and gray robe, was the legion advisor he had met in the military camp.

"Long time no see."

Wilson approached and looked at the emaciated Huo Jixing with a heavy expression, explaining the reason for their unexpected encounter.

By then, he had seen the horrific battlefield at the top of the hill.

Apart from Hoji Star, only a handful of Noxian scouts remained, most of them now cold corpses, lying quietly on the parched ground.

Huo Jixing licked his dry lips, his expression somber.

He dragged his weakened body past Wilson and looked at the scattered Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, searching for and healing the surviving Noxian scouts.

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