Noxus Glory

Chapter 74 Ben Faron's Resolve, The Glory of Noxus

The dark sky and the continuous rain of arrows gradually dyed the snow red.

From afar, the armored corpses became stepping stones for the blood warriors to advance.

Even the frozen river surface could not escape being covered with black arrows.

The warriors of Winter's Claw truly deserve to be called natural warriors, forged in a cruel and merciless environment.

Having endured the barrage of arrows, they were like wounded beasts, unleashing an even more terrifying fighting spirit.

They stepped over the corpses of their comrades, crossed the wide river, and fearlessly charged into the trench.

In an instant!

An extremely fierce battle unfolded in the snow-covered trenches!

The Noxian soldiers, who had been waiting in full battle array, rushed out from every corner of the trenches and engaged in a bloody battle with the Blood Warriors.

Compared to the weapons and equipment of the Winter's Claw.

Noxian soldiers, with their superior weaponry and coordinated formation, firmly resisted the Blood Warriors' onslaught.

They were like sophisticated instruments, using trenches as their battleground, surrounding and killing the Blood Warriors.

Shieldbearers, spearmen, axemen, and other different warband units appeared in every corner of the battlefield.

When one falls, another will take their place, leaving behind the blood warriors who have stepped into the trenches with unwavering determination.

Blades struck him, and blood stained his battle robes.

The sounds of war drums, shouts, and the frenzied roars of many soldiers filled my ears.

Ultimately, it mingled with the dull drumbeats, as if igniting the passion within every Noxian.

Clang!

The sharp blade sliced ​​open the Blood Warrior's throat. The Noxian soldier held the blade down tightly until the Blood Warrior was completely unable to resist, then slowly relaxed.

As he turned around, the Noxian soldier saw his comrade and the Blood Warrior locked in hand-to-hand combat in the snow and immediately rushed to their aid.

The blade flashed and struck the Blood Warrior's back, spraying blood that stained his face.

But when he saw his companion get up, he shook his companion's body and saw a bloody finger hole on his fragile neck.

Such scenes frequently unfold on the battlefield.

The Blood Warriors of Winter's Claw display raw, savage slaughter.

This is Freljord, the frozen wasteland, which taught them how to fight against death.

They used their fingers and teeth to kill Noxian soldiers without any means necessary.

It only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The trenches were filled with corpses—blood warriors and Noxian soldiers—as they filled in the low-lying ravines.

Looking out, the snowy plains and frozen river were covered with a dark mass of blood warriors.

They charged into the trenches amidst a hail of arrows and accompanied by ancient war songs.

Every Blood Warrior's eyes blazed with a desperate rage, like wild beasts that had completely lost control, charging fearlessly into the Noxian lines.

The bloody tide of war grew ever more intense with the passage of time.

One wave subsides only for another to rise, leaving the Noxian soldiers breathless with oppression.

"Ready!"

Inside the Noxian camp, Captain Faron had already left Darius and was leading his heavy infantry regiment, forming ranks.

Seeing that the situation inside the trench was deteriorating, he immediately waved his arm, signaling everyone to get ready.

He was waiting, waiting for the flag officer on the high platform to deliver the order.

"Isn't it the right time yet?"

Captain Farong looked at the numerous corpses filling the trench, his expression somewhat anxious beneath his silver-gray mask.

He then looked up at the high platform and saw the tall, sculpted figure, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Unlike most chapter leaders, Captain Farong came from the depths of the Zaun dungeon.

Young Captain Ben Faron was seen as a menace by the Zaunites of that dark region, who called him fickle and unacceptable.

Therefore, after growing up, Captain Ben Faron left the Zaun Trench and came to the Noxian Empire alone, becoming a Noxian soldier.

In the Noxian army, he was popular, rewarded, and unstoppable.

Later, Captain Faron, with his great strength and size, gained Darius's appreciation, joined his ranks, and became the leader of the chapter.

Therefore, within this empire, Captain Farong is loyal to only one person.

Darius, the Hand of Noxus!

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Captain Farong continued to wait, but this time, he quickly spotted movement on the distant high platform watchtower.

The flag officer, clad in armor, swiftly waved his crimson flag to convey the order.

Captain Farong immediately realized that it was time for his battle group to be deployed.

"General Darius is watching us. Let those Winter's Claw scum taste our might!"

Captain Farong took a deep breath, and a muffled voice came from behind his mask, echoing across the formation.

He wielded his chain hammer, leading his heavy infantry regiment like an iron torrent against the war wave unleashed by the Blood Warriors.

In this war, the Blood Warriors demonstrated their immense power to the fullest.

But the Noxians are never afraid of challenges.

The enemy is cruel, and they will be even crueler, retaliating with ever-present vengeance.

Splash!

The heavy, menacing chain hammer, with its barbs, swung and shredded all the blood warriors in front of it.

The blood everywhere and the screams of pain demonstrated Captain Farong's power.

With their sturdy heavy armor and massive physiques, Captain Farong led his heavy infantry and instantly suppressed the Blood Warriors' offensive.

With their unstoppable formation, they forcefully halted the advance of the Blood Warriors.

And within the trenches strewn with corpses, Noxus regained its offensive rhythm.

But this is not the end.

Captain Farong, bathed in the blood of the enemy, wielded his chain hammer as a silver storm, whipping up a storm of flesh and bone fragments as it charged back towards the trench position held by the Blood Warriors.

"Let the heavy infantry push forward."

In front of the Winter's Claw camp, Sejuani gazed at the bloody carnage in the trench, a few ripples appearing in her cold eyes.

Within the Freljord, the battle-hardened Blood Warriors have encountered a true challenge.

dong dong!dong dong!dong dong!

Following Sejuani's command, heavy footsteps echoed through the camp.

Tribal warriors clad in sturdy armor quickly assembled, their bodies covered in heavy armor and wielding menacing weapons made of steel.

Then they started running up the hill.

Rumble! Rumble!

Just as Captain Farong was wreaking havoc on all sides.

A deafening tremor echoed across the distant snow-covered plains.

Looking up, he saw the heavy infantry belonging to the Claws of Winter, like a flood bursting its banks, rampaging and ravaging.

They have better armor and better weapons than the Blood Warriors.

They are the core strength of the Winter's Claw tribe.

Now, under the command of their mother, Sejuani, they charged fearlessly into the blood-stained trenches.

boom!

The waves surged, and blood stained the armor red.

As the Winter's Claw heavy infantry charged, the stench of blood in the trench grew stronger, pungent and irritating.

Captain Farong abandoned the Blood Warriors before him and led his battalion to meet the charging heavy infantry head-on.

However, in a short while, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle.

The clanging of steel and angry shouts intertwined, converging into a red death symphony.

Countless flowers of life perished in the clash.

Winter's Claw and the soldiers of Noxus adorned the glory of this war with their own blood and flesh.

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