Noxus Glory

Chapter 73 The Old Method of Winter's Claw

Winterthorn Mountain Road.

On the towering hills covered in wind and snow.

The Winter's Claw tribe set up camp and built their own encampment in this snow-white area.

Looking around, rows of gray-white domed tents resembled low pine trees, densely covering the hills.

Among them are the Winter's Claw tribe and those belonging to the Blood Alliance clans.

Around the camp, there was a scout post, standing like a towering tree, with blue rune banners representing the Claws of Winter fluttering above it.

Sejuani, riding her Juvask boar, stood in front of the outpost, looking down at the movement on the frozen river below.

Darius's movements did not escape her eyes.

She saw that many warbands were active in the Noxian camp, and Noxian soldiers were beginning to assemble and enter the trenches dug in front of the frozen river.

"Voliber, I can't wait!"

Udyr walked along the rugged mountain path to Sejuani and pointed to the dark sky where thunder rumbled.

"The bears are getting restless."

Sejuani turned to the side, gazing at the bear-man camp not far away, her expression cold: "Aren't they satisfied yet?"

In last night's battle, she had kept her vow, offering the corpses of her own people as sacrifices to those irrational bear-men.

"Voliberl represents wildness, war, and blood." Udyr's eyes were deep, seemingly filled with many chaotic thoughts, shimmering with a colorful light.

How could he possibly be satisfied?

"He craves war, he craves endless slaughter between us and the Noxian army!"

Deep purple lightning streaked across the sky, and dark, heavy clouds pressed down on the wind and snow.

Sejuani gazed at the ever-changing sky, falling into silence, her icy eyes growing ever colder.

"Georgie has failed!"

Sejuani turned her head, met Udyr's eyes, and suddenly spoke, mentioning the Iceborn warriors under her command.

"Is it that little guy who bestowed the title of Great Fist?" Udyr sorted through his chaotic thoughts, recalling a little guy he had seen before.

"Yes, behind us, within the territory of the Blood Alliance clans, there are some Noxian rats wreaking havoc."

Sejuani looked back at the snow-white mountains behind her, gripping the flail tightly in her hand.

"I asked Georgie to handle it, but four days ago, I lost all contact with him."

The tribes already had not enough food to consume, so they could only draw some supplies from each of the blood alliance clans and send them to the front lines. But now, the Noxian rats that have appeared in the rear have destroyed many supply convoys.

As a result, many tribespeople have already starved to death in the camp and will never see the summer of next year.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Sensing her master's anger, the Juvask Boar Steelbrist beneath Sejuani's mount relentlessly stomped on the snow with its powerful hooves, its sharp tusks bared.

"We only have one choice now!"

Sejuani reached out her left hand to soothe the Juvask wild boar.

"Defeat Darius, just like in the first Battle of Freljord."

"Then we'll march straight in, flatten the northern border of the Noxian Empire, plunder all resources, and help our tribes and blood allies survive this harsh winter!"

Udyr opened his mouth, looking at the resolute Sejuani, knowing that he couldn't change her mind.

But deep down, he still felt a deep concern for the bears and Volibear.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Suddenly!

The high-pitched, intense drumbeats, like a sudden downpour, echoed from the Noxian camp.

"Did you hear that? Darius can't wait either!" Sejuani urged her steel mane forward, looking down at the Noxian camp, which had been completely revived like a lion.

"Their legionary drummers have sounded the drums of war!"

"We need to use the old methods to deal with them!"

Sejuani raised her right hand and brandished the True Ice Chains, stirring up the falling snowflakes.

Upon seeing Sejuani's actions, the Winter's Claw warriors standing at the outpost immediately blew the massive horn in front of them.

Waaaaah! Waaaaah! Waaaaah!

A deep horn sounded, echoing throughout the Winter's Claw camp and reverberating in the gloomy sky.

The Winter's Claw warriors, already in a state of war, donned robes, wielded bone blades, and quickly ran out of their tents.

Blood Warriors, Heavy Infantry, Mammoth Riders, and Frostbloods, among others.

All the power belonging to the Claws of Winter activated like a machine at this moment, gathering in the empty snowfield, their expressions fervent as they gazed at Sejuani riding the Juvask Boar.

"Ogay!" Sejuani roared.

From the ranks, a tall warrior emerged, clad in a greyish-white fur robe over a tough leather armor, his hardened face smeared with blood.

"Lead the Blood Warriors and break through Noxus's trenches!"

Sejuani pointed to the Noxian camp not far away and gave the order.

The frozen river surface was already stained red, but on the opposite bank, a network of trenches guarded the Noxian camp.

They became obstacles that the Winter's Claw tribe had to overcome.

Otherwise, there would be no way to storm the Noxian camp.

"Follow your will!" Ogay knelt on one knee.

He looked at the snow-white ground beneath his feet, and thinking of his daughter who had starved to death not long ago, his eyes gradually turned red.

The trench in front of the Noxian camp was already filled with the bodies of many of their comrades.

But for the Claw of Winter, for victory, even more lives are needed to fill the long trenches.

Ogay led the Blood Warriors, singing their tribe's war song at the top of their lungs.

They were fearless, and they were passionate.

They transformed into torrents of red and white war, cascading down from the towering, snow-white hills.

"Archers, suppress them!"

Sejuani raised her right hand again, pointing the True Ice Flail towards the trench in front of the Noxian camp.

Behind her, the archers of Winter's Claw stepped forward, drawing their bows in unison and aiming them at the trenches to fire.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A dense rain of arrows filled the dim sky, obscuring the sky and the earth, and then fell like a sudden downpour into the parallel snow trenches.

Those barbed arrows, carrying the force of their fall, pierced through fine armor, instantly causing fatal damage.

Even if his comrade dies before his eyes.

The Noxian soldiers remained unmoved, their eyes fixed on the torrent of war cascading down the hill.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The bowstring twanged, and this time it was no longer a solo dance by the Winter's Claw archer.

Inside the Noxian camp.

The sound of arrows piercing the air was incessant. Sharp arrows, turning into black shadows, pierced the gray sky and fell down, their iron arrowheads gleaming with a cold light.

next moment!

Countless crimson blood blossoms bloom in the torrent of the Blood Warriors' war.

The sharp iron arrows easily pierced through fur and tough leather armor, then penetrated the muscles beneath the fat layer, severing blood vessels and leaving fatal wounds on the blood warrior's body.

From a distance, it seemed that the torrent of war had paused briefly under this counterattack of arrows, clearing some empty areas.

But wave after wave of brave warriors quickly filled the void, continuing to surge forward like a mighty torrent towards the trenches.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of bowstrings.

The overflowing blood heralds the start of this decisive battle!

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