The Glory of Noxus

"Dear gladiatorial sports fans!"

"The first show starts soon!"

Seeing the rising emotions of the audience, the arena announcer spoke at the right time, using a fanatical tone to heighten the atmosphere in the arena.

"Wow, let me see, the first show is 1VS10!"

"Debala comes from the desert in the southern part of the empire. He will face off against 10 thugs with extraordinary skills."

The arena announcer shouted loudly, and his ups and downs of tone touched the hearts of the audience.

"Medical personnel please stay on the sidelines, I feel this will be over soon!"

The slightly amusing sound caused the audience to laugh and curse, but the fanatical atmosphere became increasingly intense and surrounded the Knox Scalia Arena.

"start!"

As the arena announcer's voice spread throughout the arena,

To the north and south of the circular arena paved with yellow sand, solid and thick iron bars on both sides suddenly pulled up, revealing dark passages.

The Noxian soldiers, who were observing their duties, pushed the prisoners in front of them forward, signaling them to enter the arena.

A person walked out of the iron gate on the south side.

Wearing linen clothes, mail armor underneath, and a steel armor on his head, covering his face.

Ten people walked out of the iron gate on the north side.

They are heavily armed and extremely fierce thugs.

They seemed to be entering the arena for the first time. They looked at the densely packed audience around them, with some hesitation and surprise on their sinister faces.

However, when the overwhelming shouts echoed in their ears, the mood of the thugs began to change, and their eyes filled with red color.

Whoops! Whoops!

Heavy breathing sounded.

The thugs' eyes moved and involuntarily fell on their opponents not far in front of them.

The cold winter wind blew, and in the yellow sand arena about a hundred meters in diameter, Debala and the thugs looked at each other warily, clenched the sharp blades in their hands, and kept a distance.

Around them, ten ferocious iron pillars stood, with black blood stains on their dark gray surfaces.

Boom!

Perhaps because they disliked the slow pace of the battle in front of them, the shouts of the audience stimulated Debara and the thugs in the field.

Sonorous!

Yellow sand rises everywhere, and sharp blades strike.

A touch of bright red blood sprayed to the ground, instantly igniting the atmosphere on the audience stage. The shouts and din of Xingyun filled the arena like a wave.

"Conquering Blade?"

Huo Jixing looked at the desperate killings in the Huangsha Arena and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Debara, who comes from the desert in the southern part of the empire, showed his skill as a conquering blade in this battle.

And this level of skill is enough to become a captain of ten in an ordinary war group in the Noxus Empire.

"pity!"

Huo Jixing sighed softly when he saw Debala's fighting scene.

With the skill level of the Conquering Blade, it can indeed crush ordinary people, but the strength level of the opposing thugs is not weak either.

With the same level of weapons and armor, Debara is still an ordinary person.

Perhaps in the wild, he could rely on the terrain to maneuver around and even fight back one by one, but in the vast arena, he almost lost the space to maneuver.

Facing ten heavily armed and fierce thugs, Debala killed two of them and eventually died on the spot due to excessive blood loss.

"Challenge failed!"

When the arena announcer saw that the winner was decided in the Huangsha Arena, he immediately roared.

Then the prepared medical staff quickly went in and took the injured thug down. Some Noxian soldiers also entered the scene and dragged away the bodies that were still a little warm.

"Okay, fellow gladiator fans, let's start the next show!"

The arena announcer seemed to have seen interesting news, and his tone became high-spirited.

"Wow, it seems that today's performance is very good. Next up is the former captain of the noble guard. He is going to face off against the ferocious hunter from Freljord——!"

"Frostfang Giant Wolf!"

In the increasingly heated atmosphere, the thick iron fence was pulled up, and a prison car holding two frost-fang giant wolves marched into the arena.

"Wow, it's two giant frost-fang wolves!" the arena announcer exclaimed.

At the other end, the thick iron fence was pulled up, and a tall man wearing broken armor and holding a rusty blade walked slowly over.

He looked at the two giant frost-toothed wolves that were hungry in the prison car, looking embarrassed.

"You are asking me to die!"

The tall man looked at the Noxian soldier beside him and growled.

But what he was waiting for was a silent and cold gaze.

"You" the tall man's eyes were dark.

He looked at the giant frost-toothed wolf that roared not far away. Its sharp claws left traces on the prison car. The seeds of fear sprouted and bloomed in his heart.

Bang!

The tall man pushed aside the Noxian soldiers escorting him, grabbed the rusty weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the audience stand.

"Gladiator show?"

"So will a performance with a dead audience continue to attract so many people?"

On the high flame platform, Draven stood up slowly while leaning on a huge stone chair.

Pure intuition told him that the participants in this performance seemed to want to disrupt the business of the Knox Scalia Arena.

"The guy who doesn't know how to live or die!"

Draven looked coldly as he looked at the tall man who broke free from his captor.

If it weren't for the endorsement of the Knox Scalia Arena, this guy would have died in prison.

Buzz! Buzz!

Dreven's left hand moved slightly, and the axe in his hand turned rapidly.

Then he looked at the tall man and threw the axe. The sharp axe blade slashed through the air like lightning, plowing clear marks on the yellow sand ground.

Clang!

The rapidly rotating axe accurately chopped on the rusty blade of the tall man, abruptly stopping his steps.

Then, the axe flew into the air and spun back to Draven's hand at a clever angle.

"Did you hear it? The death knell has tolled for you."

A trace of blood flashed in Draven's cold eyes, and he threw the axe again. A white mark emerged out of thin air, wrapped in bursts of low humming sounds, and chopped towards the target.

Crunch! Puff!

The sharp axe blade easily cut through the armor.

Accompanied by bursts of sharp bone cutting sounds.

In an instant!

The body was separated, and the bright red blood spurted out from the broken waist and abdomen of the tall man like a fountain, staining the yellow sand ground red.

He still moved half of his body without giving up, trying to crawl to the audience stand.

Bang!

Draven stepped on the tall man's head, pulled out his flying axe from the ground, raised his arms high, turned around and gestured to the audience.

After a moment of shock and silence, the crowd in the audience burst into cheers.

Draven smiled, turned the axe, and gently threw it high into the air, showing off his skills to his newly gained loyal audience and enjoying their ecstatic cheers.

Until a cup of tea.

Draven returned to the flame platform again, his cold face was no longer smiling, and a trace of worry appeared in his dark pupils.

"The Arena, the Reckoner!"

After experiencing a protracted multi-front war, ordinary residents of Noxus have begun to lose their appetite for this activity.

As people's attention shifted, the business of the arena began to sluggish.

Before Swain's coup, Draven was depressed and spent more and more time in the messy bars and casinos in the capital.

Now, by executing the noble elite, Draven has revitalized the arena again.

Let himself gain wealth, admiration, reputation, and everything he thinks he deserves.

But such a gimmick is not a long-term solution after all.

Recently, Draven has gradually found that the hot business of the arena has begun to decline, as if he wants to return to the previous no one cares about it.

"Lucky to see Lord Draven's performance."

Looking at the prisoner car dragged back in the bloody sand, the young Noxian soldier could not hide his excitement and his face was red.

In addition to Draven's performance.

He made considerable profits by betting on the first and second games.

"Tomorrow, as usual, bring me a pot of strong liquor." Huo Jixing said with a smile, his eyes fell on the increasingly noisy audience.

It is worthy of the Noxian Empire.

The bloody show in the Noxcaria Arena has become one of the favorite activities of the Noxians in recent times.

"No problem." The young Noxian soldier agreed.

Huo Jixing turned his eyes and fell on the flame platform, seeing Draven and the two flying axes spinning in his hands.

"Rune weapons!"

He was sure in his heart that the two flying axes were definitely rune weapons, and they were high-level rune weapons that were very suitable for Draven.

In this way, the Noxian Empire has made great achievements in the research of runes and magic.

Huo Jixing thought of the fragment of the world rune [Tyranny] used by Darius in the second battle of Freljord, and the black cutter.

And Draven's skill level was a little beyond imagination.

He estimated that the distance from the platform to the yellow sand arena should be about 100 meters, but the flying axe thrown by Draven still accurately hit the sharp blade in the target's hand.

Of course, it would be fine if it only hit the sharp blade.

In the end, the flying axe spun back to Draven's hand at a clever angle.

With just such a skill, Huo Jixing could see that Draven's skill level was far beyond his own, and he might have already stepped into the realm of Grandmaster.

The performance in the Yellow Sand Arena continued.

But there was no longer the enthusiastic atmosphere when Draven appeared.

Wait until the performance was over.

Huo Jixing returned to the cell under the leadership of the young Noxian soldier.

In the prison corridor, he saw many prisoners looking at him with envy, envious of his freedom to move around.

Huo Jixing smiled, didn't care, and returned to the cell.

Lying on the clean and tidy bed, he pondered Draven's flying axe skills while recalling all the performances in the Noxkalia Arena.

Huo Jixing found something interesting.

When Draven appeared, the atmosphere was the most enthusiastic.

However, when other liquidators performed, the audience's cheers and enthusiastic atmosphere obviously decreased, and some even left early.

This is not a good thing for the Noxkalia Arena. Huo Jixing thought to himself.

The presence of superstars can indeed attract more people to enter the arena, watch performances, place bets and consume.

But an arena cannot rely solely on superstars, but also needs the presence of other liquidator stars.

This is an important condition to ensure the continued operation of the Noxkaria Arena.

As a result, Huo Jixing only sees Draven's popularity, but does not see the birth of other liquidator stars.

Creak!

The iron door of the cell was pushed open.

Huo Jixing looked over and unexpectedly saw Draven. He immediately stood up and saluted.

"How is it? Are you adapting to life here?" Draven looked around the room and asked.

"Not bad, much easier than in the barracks." Huo Jixing looked relaxed and joked.

"The food is also very good."

Dreven laughed, his mustaches moving slightly: "If you are bored, try to be a liquidator?"

"With your genius ideas and very good strength, you will definitely become a famous liquidator." Draven raised his head slightly.

He also came up with the idea when he heard Huo Jixing wanted to watch the gladiatorial performance.

After thinking for a while, Huo Jixing saw that Draven had no obvious emotional changes, and softly refused: "Sorry, Lord Draven, liquidator is not my goal."

Dreven shrugged his shoulders, and he was not surprised.

Extraordinary people like Huo Jixing do not crave worship and reputation like him.

"Then have a good rest!" Draven prepared to leave.

Now, he has everything he wants, and even more than enough, but now he has only one dream -

One day, he wants the whole world to know his name!

And the Noxkaria Arena is the stage for his voyage.

So he wants to maintain the current fanatical atmosphere of the arena, invite some people with good strength to join the liquidators, and bring more exciting performances.

Huo Jixing looked at Draven's departing figure, and suddenly his heart moved, recalling some information from his previous life.

"Lord Draven, maybe we can try to change the ancient rules of the arena?"