Noxus Glory

Chapter 99 Rising Clouds and Winter Snowflakes (Seeking First Subscription!)

Night fell.

The sky gradually darkened.

The winter sun slowly sank below the horizon, leaving behind a patch of cold, windswept afterglow.

Huo Jixing stopped what he was doing, slowly stood up, and looked at the slender long knife in his hand with satisfaction.

The blade was bright and gleamed with a chilling light; it was truly a sharp blade capable of cutting a hair in two.

He had originally planned to commission a rune-engraved longsword, as the rune weapon previously carried by the sword boy Henney had already been damaged and disintegrated.

However, General Darius delayed the awarding of the prize due to the Trifalley Council, which prevented him from going to the quartermaster and forced the order to be postponed.

Now, he can only use this gleaming blade in his hand.

As if remembering something, Huo Jixing took out the blood-stained suicide note hidden inside the armor, recalling the voices and appearances of Mu Er and the others, his expression gradually turning cold.

The scenes that had just passed flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

Having a photographic memory can be quite impressive at times, but it can also be annoying at others.

For example, things you want to forget, but you can never forget them; they are deeply imprinted in your mind.

As a transmigrator, Huo Jixing didn't really feel a strong sense of belonging to Noxus.

Perhaps my fondness for Darius in my past life had some influence.

But what truly allowed him to integrate into Noxus life was Erik, DeWitt, Moor, Sharuba, and the Ox.

"Watch the house, I'll be right back."

Looking at Heiny who was beside him, Huo Jixing rubbed his head and spoke softly.

Then Huo Jixing pushed open the door and walked out slowly.

Only the sword-wielding boy, Heiny, remained, squatting in front of the door.

After martial law was declared at the hill camp.

There were noticeably more Noxian soldiers patrolling the streets, and many more figures were seen under the eaves and walls, their cold eyes scrutinizing every corner.

These methods are indeed very effective for ordinary people and can prevent most emergencies.

However, for Huo Jixing, who is an extraordinary being, the current martial law is full of flaws.

He calmly blended into the shadows of the street, a crimson-gold flame flickering in his tranquil eyes.

[Vermilion Bird - Crimson Eyes Fiery Pupil]!

A crimson glow illuminated the field of vision, and numerous clouds rose, spreading throughout every corner of the camp.

Huo Jixing chose the direction with the least cloud cover and walked quickly forward.

Bang!

A short while later, a barely audible sound came from the corner of the camp wall in the darkness.

Huo Jixing easily leaped over the camp's high wall and landed firmly on the ground.

He looked back at the silent camp, a thought lingering in his mind: "There has to be an explanation."

He simply couldn't wait any longer, nor could he contain his anger.

Moore was one of his own soldiers. It was bad enough that his pension was embezzled and misappropriated, but now even his widow and children have died in the camp.

"Don't rush, our game has only just begun!"

Huo Jixing chuckled softly, gazing at the Noxian capital city before him, as numerous colorful clouds rose and instantly filled his field of vision.

He found the clouds he had marked before, his figure blending into the darkness as he strode forward.

Huo Jixing had just left not long ago.

Wilson and Captain Farong rushed to Huo Jixing's residence.

They saw the door open and the sword-wielding boy, Heiny, squatting in the doorway.

"The squad leader said he'd be back in a little while!"

Heini rested his chin on his arm, looked at Wilson and Captain Faron, and spoke softly.

Having been chosen from among millions of children to become a swordsman, Heini had already learned to read people's expressions and understand their intentions.

Huo Jixing appeared calm, but he was already seething with anger.

He saw it all, but he couldn't stop it, because the sword attendant's duty was to serve each master well.

Therefore, Heine had prepared armor and sharp weapons for Hoji Star well in advance to ensure that there would be no problems during this killing spree.

"Too late!" Wilson looked at the empty room and shook his head with a sigh.

"Should we go after them? Or should we go directly to Baron Calvin's place?"

Captain Farong gripped his steel chain hammer tightly, his eyes behind his mask gleaming with bloodlust. What had happened in the camp had crossed his line.

Even if he's a nobleman, so what? He only obeys General Darius.

"No need. You guard the camp and await orders." Wilson clenched his fist, gazing at the distant Noxian capital, his eyes gleaming.

He recalled Lord Kree's evaluation of Hojixing.

Don't let his humble and polite demeanor fool you; deep down, there's a ruler weighing him down. Only when that ruler breaks will he truly be able to adapt to life in Noxus.

Wilson turned quickly and walked away; he needed to return to the Immortal Fortress once more.

The purpose was not to persuade Huo Jixing, but to protect him.

"We have served the Empire without ever complaining," Captain Faron said softly, standing still and looking down at the steel chain hammer in his hand.

"But sometimes, corrupt nobles can become obstacles to the empire's progress."

He was born deep in the Zuan Valley and was naturally indifferent to nobility.

Just as Generals Darius and General Kree had done, only bloody lessons could instill awe in the nobles towards the empire.

Compared to the brightly lit, immortal fortress.

The slums beneath the dark gray high walls are shrouded in darkness, and the occasional scattered lights appear somewhat cold and lonely.

As soon as Huo Jixing stepped into the dark alley, his expression changed. He looked up slightly and saw that a few snowflakes had begun to fall from the dim sky.

"When you look up at the snowflakes in the sky, she will surely take you home!"

He reached out and caught the falling white snowflakes, recalling once again the Noxian proverb that Eric had once spoken.

Fireworks flickered, and the snowflakes in my palm gradually melted.

Huo Jixing, with his left hand on the long sword at his waist, stepped into the slum.

In the dimly lit environment, the dilapidated alleyway, swarming with flies and rats, came into view.

Looking around, perhaps because it was too dark, there was no one in the alleyways. The roads, which stretched in all directions, were like a spider web, densely covering the slums.

Huo Jixing strolled leisurely along the alleyway as if he were stepping into his own backyard.

Under his crimson gaze, he saw several familiar wisps of cloud, intertwined and gathering together, no more than seven or eight hundred meters away from him.

Tap tap! Tap tap!

Huo Jixing stopped in front of a sturdy gray building. In the dim light, he could see figures moving inside and hear shouts coming from within.

Two guards stood at the entrance, leaning lazily against the wall, whispering and talking amongst themselves.

"Who goes there!"

Hearing footsteps coming from the alley, the Gray Wolf gang members on the left immediately turned around and looked. In the dim light, they could vaguely see someone approaching.

"Damn it, what are you doing so late at night? Looking for trouble?"

A shout rang out, and the Gray Wolf gang members dressed in black became impatient.

The two then exchanged a glance, seemingly to kill time on a boring winter night, and with malicious smiles, they walked into the alley.

Clang!

Just as they reached the alley, before they could even utter a sound, a pale, cold light appeared, illuminating their terrified faces.

Huo Jixing, holding a long sword, strolled up to the two men, looked into their fear-filled eyes, and gently nudged their shoulders.

Bang!Bang!

The two bodies fell to the ground one after the other, splashing up some dirty water.

At the same time, a thin crack appeared on their necks, and bright red blood gushed out, slowly staining the ground.

Huo Jixing stepped over the corpses and walked toward the brightly lit building, a few snowflakes gradually sticking to his shoulders.

Crunch!

Push open the iron and wooden door.

The faint shouts suddenly grew louder, mixed with some low curses.

Inside the spacious room, five members of the Gray Wolf gang were gathered around a brownish-gray wooden table in the center, laughing, joking, and shouting.

There were many plates and dishes on the table, including meat, vegetables, and drinks.

In particular, the large bowl of bone broth in the very center of the wooden table was steaming with white vapor, and its aroma was so enticing that it caused several people to scramble for it.

"Tsk tsk, dinner looks very good!" Huo Jixing said softly.

The sudden sound immediately caught the attention of the Gray Wolf gang members. The five of them stood up and looked at the stranger in front of them with unfriendly expressions.

"How did you get in? Where are Mas and Somley?" The Grey Wolf gang member in the middle of the five stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Judging from his position, he should be a minor leader in this stronghold.

He was tall and strong, with a fierce expression, and the weapon he held tightly in his hand was much better—a well-forged iron sword.

"I've already killed him, the body is outside!" Huo Jixing's gaze turned cold, and he twirled his slender longsword, creating a series of slashing patterns.

"Now."

Perhaps Huo Jixing's handsome face wasn't intimidating enough.

Before he could finish speaking, five members of the Gray Wolf gang grabbed their weapons and charged forward, cursing under their breath.

A short while later.

The ironwood door opened from the inside out, and a strong smell of blood wafted out.

Huo Jixing walked out, wiping the blade with his black robe, his expression calm.

He glanced back at the blood-soaked room, a streak of crimson-gold flame leaping from his fingertip and landing on the brownish-gray wooden table.

Crackling sounds!

The raging fire burned in the night, licking the buildings in front of them and illuminating the surrounding alleyways.

"Next goal!"

Huo Jixing walked away leisurely, disappearing into the shadows of the alley.

Behind him, some noises arose from the nearby alleyways; it was the surrounding poor people rushing over upon seeing the fire.

They looked at the burning building before them, hesitated for a moment, and then began to put out the flames, while also searching for supplies that could help them get through the harsh winter.

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