Noxus Glory

Chapter 82 The Mad Bearman and the Enraged Sejuani

"Damn it, Volibear!"

Upon hearing Huo Jixing's prompting, Klie looked at the static sparks filling the air, then gazed up at the dark, thunder-filled sky and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Throughout Freljord's long history, Volibear has represented all unstoppable forces.

He is the roar of thunder, the rolling storm, and Valhalla.

It is also desolate, a giant bear that has endured countless blows, and the one who stands firm in Volrigard.

Kled gripped his silver axe tightly, clearly sensing the surging, untamed magical power within the battlefield.

He looked at the bear-men who had become chaotic, and his murderous intent gradually subsided.

These bear-men have completely lost their minds and have begun a frenzied killing spree, indiscriminately killing friend and foe alike.

Especially those bear-spirit monsters, they seemed to be controlled by the consciousness of thunder, their eyes burning with blue flames, their huge mouths opening to spew out filthy brown slime, which swallowed the broken corpses on the ground.

Not only inanimate objects, but even living things cannot escape this.

They limped, crawled, and staggered forward, hunting down Winter's Claw warriors and Noxian soldiers like hunters.

"Everyone, listen up and leave the battlefield!"

Kree suppressed his unease, raised his silver axe high, and slashed at the onrushing bear-men, roaring loudly.

The Noxian Scarlet Cavalry also noticed something amiss on the battlefield.

They looked at the arcs of electricity dancing on the armor and weapons, and fear rose in their hearts.

After hearing Kree's order.

They quickly followed in Skaar's footsteps, treading a path stained with blood, and left the battlefield.

Tap tap! Tap tap! Tap tap!

At the edge of the battlefield, the surviving Noxian Scarlet Cavalry looked at the out-of-control, filthy waves with expressions of horror and uncertainty.

"Sejuani is going crazy." Kled turned his gaze back to Hojira and said with a smile.

"Her people, her blood allies, are becoming sacrifices for the resurgence of Volibear!"

Huo Jixing's eyes were bloodshot as he gazed at the increasingly dark sky, where raging lightning covered the battlefield.

"Shouldn't we inform General Darius?"

"No need!" Kree stood on Skaar's head, a smile appearing on his blood-stained, furry face.

"Never underestimate the Hand of Noxus; he is the symbol of imperial power!"

Kree turned around, his eyes curiously scrutinizing Huo Jixing: "Aren't you tired?"

"Not bad, full of energy."

Huo Jixing shrugged and wiped the dried blood from the blade with his hand. After this chopping, there were many nicks on the blade.

"We still have things to do later." Kree nodded.

"These bear-men are too filthy; we can't let them devour too many Noxian soldiers."

Inside the battlefield, frozen solid.

Darius knelt on the ground, holding the Black Cutter upright in front of him. His hideous armor was stained with blood, which dripped onto the ground along its edges.

Frost covered his wrists and shin guards, hindering his steps.

Meanwhile, the [Shards of Tyranny] embedded in the armor were somewhat dim and covered with blue frost.

Darius, however, seemed oblivious, his reddened eyes fixed on Sejuani directly in front of him.

Sejuani was in much better shape than him, while Steelmane had several gruesome bloodstains on his massive body.

"Victory still belongs to the Claw of Winter!"

Sejuani's expression was cold as she looked at Darius, who was struggling to get up. She then drove Steelmane over, the True Ice Chains in her hand stained with a few drops of blood.

"Heh!" Darius chuckled softly.

"This is not the time to discuss victory, but whether your Winter's Claw tribe can still exist!"

He looked up at the lightning-filled sky and realized why Sejuani hadn't chosen to go all out.

She was wary of the resurrected old gods—

Undying Thunder Volibear!

Now, he seems to be making a comeback!

Following Darius's gaze, Sejuani's face immediately turned ashen, filled with rage.

"Voliber, you have betrayed the covenant!"

She saw, under the dim sky, the out-of-control bear-men and monsters slaughtering the Winter's Claw warriors.

Faced with the sudden backstab, most of the Winter's Claw warriors who were fighting were killed instantly, without having any time to put up any resistance.

And the wave of death is spreading wildly along with the filth and turbidity.

"The bear-man never listens to orders!"

"Their bloodlust will spread, and they will devour us completely."

Udir's warning echoed in my ears.

Sejuani had initially been somewhat skeptical, believing herself to be the Warmother of the Winter's Claws and the one who started the war.

As long as she says stop, both the Winter's Claw warriors and the bearmen will stop.

But now, the truth is unfolding before our eyes.

Sejuani was utterly enraged. She turned and glared fiercely at Darius, whose body was swaying, before urging her steel mane towards the filthy waves.

The resurgence of the Undying Thunder completely disrupted her plans.

And let victory become irrelevant.

She now has to ensure that her tribe can safely leave and continue in this war.

"Heh heh, victory belongs to Noxus!"

Darius, suppressing the pain in his body, looked at Sejuani as she walked away and said with a soft laugh.

However, he also saw that the Noxian array was being eroded by the bear-men, so he immediately picked up the Black Cleaver and swung it.

dong dong!dong dong!dong dong!

The high-pitched and intense drumbeats gradually subsided, and the Noxian soldiers who were holding their ground in the blood-red battlefield heard this and began to slowly withdraw.

Captain Farong and Shuojiao Aolo led their battle groups to intercept them.

In addition, the roaring steel ballistae and the black rain of arrows quickly shifted their targets, sniping at the pursuing bearmen and bear spirit monsters.

Kled, leading Hojira and the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, began to roam, severing the claws extended by the bearmen.

Even so, some Noxian soldiers were unable to escape and were trapped in the filth and mire of the bearmen.

In contrast, most of the Texas soldiers returned safely to their camp.

The warriors of Winter's Claw were not so lucky.

In this bloody battle, they were almost mixed up with the bear people.

The bearmen's loss of control instantly caused heavy losses to the Winterclaw tribe.

"Hehe, look who's here?"

Kled, riding Skaarl, approached Darius, who was returning to camp, and said with a grin.

"Oh, it's Darius, but your appearance...tsk tsk!"

Darius ignored Kled's attitude and, seeing the rune weaver approaching, immediately raised his arm, allowing the other to peel off the armor that was almost embedded in his muscle.

"Are you insane? You actually used the [Shard of Tyranny]!"

Upon seeing the crimson glow on the hideous armor, Kree's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he pointed his silver axe at the black-robed mage and the rune weaver.

"Lord Kree. We..."

The black-robed mage's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately wanted to explain.

"Alright, this is none of their business."

Darius walked over, his dignified and resolute face somewhat pale. He patted Kled on the shoulder, gesturing for him to put down the silver axe.

"Now let's see how Winter's Claw deals with the resurrected Undying Thunder!"

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