The Glory of Noxus

"Don't worry!"

A familiar voice came from the dark night.

At some point, Tyrone, wearing a silver cloak, appeared behind Huo Jixing.

"Lord Swain's reputation in Shurima was built with bloody slaughters, and no one dared to go against his will."

Tyrone looked at the Noxian fleet on the sea level, and blood ripples appeared in his cold and deep eyes.

Swain was once a rising commander star in the empire.

He erected countless Noxtora on the sand of Shurima, conquered countless tribes, and used corpses covering the desert to forge the reputation of the Noxian Empire.

"No problem, orderly."

Tyrone's eyes turned and fell on the gorgeous castle in front of him, and he said softly: "Perry's appearance is a bit unexpected."

Huo Jixing stepped forward and told Perry about the crimes he had committed on the northern border.

Now it seems that it is Perry's noble status that exempts him from war crimes.

But his appearance here made Huo Jixing feel something was wrong.

"Hmm?"

Just as he was thinking, he saw Tyrone walking directly to the service officer's mansion.

"If there is a problem, then interrogate directly."

Tyrone spoke coldly, and the silver dagger flashed cold light under the cloak, piercing the night.

"Who is it?"

The castle guards saw Tyrone and immediately stepped forward to stop him. The accidental fire in the trade zone had attracted the attention of the castle.

"Special envoy of the Noxus Supreme Command!" Tyrone threw out the token, and his cold tone made the guards feel cold.

"I need to meet Nasr."

The next thing began to become simple.

Under the respectful guidance of the castle guards, Tyrone and Huo Jixing entered the castle.

Locklund is located in the south of the empire and is also a port city.

The architectural style has deviated from the solemnity of Noxus.

Although the walls of the castle are still thick and solid, in the corridors and courtyards, patterns with exquisite patterns can be seen everywhere.

Each piece of furniture is made of precious wood and metal, inlaid with gems and pearls, showing the glory and authority of the nobility.

In the reception room.

The windows made of colored glaze are bright and clear, overlooking Rocklund hidden in the night.

"Nasr Muniz, meet Lord Tyrone!"

The kind-looking old man dressed in aristocratic dress saluted Tyrone respectfully.

Although Nasr is old, he is still energetic. There is always a smile on his face, which makes people feel warm and kind.

"Perry is staying with you?"

Tyrone looked at Nasr indifferently, refused his invitation to sit down, and spoke bluntly, with the silver dagger dancing between his fingers.

"Let him come to see me."

"Okay." Nasr ignored Tyrone's impoliteness and quickly ordered the servants waiting beside him.

But after a while, Perry appeared in the reception room under the guidance of the servants. The moment he saw Tyrone, his expression was panic.

As the special envoy of the Supreme Command, the name of the Shadow of the Blade resounded throughout Noxus.

His silver blade had long been stained with the blood of the imperial nobles and generals.

Huo Jixing stood silently behind Tyrone, staring at everything that happened in the reception room, and truly felt the terrible influence of the Shadow of the Blade.

"General Grens ordered me to come here." Facing Tyrone's inquiry, Perry spoke without hesitation.

"Why go to the Zeman Chamber of Commerce?"

The silver dagger flashed a sharp light in his eyes, and Perry swallowed his saliva, thinking of his miserable life in prison before.

"Someone will pass the message to me, but when I went there, I only saw the building burning in flames."

He spoke hurriedly, looking flustered, wanting to ask Nasr, who was also a noble, for help.

After listening to the narration, Nasr's face was no longer kind, and he looked at Perry coldly.

"Lord Tyrone, I will immediately impose martial law on Rocklund." Nasr stepped forward, showing the power and status of an orderly officer.

"No need, just keep an eye on it secretly, and contact the Noxian fleet at the port in advance."

Tyrone's eyes moved slightly, looking coldly at everyone present.

Then he led Huo Jixing into the night and left quickly.

The blood-red sky of Rocklund Plain became increasingly gloomy.

The dawn glow could not penetrate, and the crimson light was hidden behind the dark clouds.

Huo Jixing followed behind Tyrone, moving rapidly in the undulating hills.

Their destination was the Noxian camp stationed in Rocklund Plain.

General Grens, a powerful figure among the Noxian nobles, had his own war group.

Now he was commanding the war group to fight in Rocklund Plain and quell the rebellion.

But just halfway through, the two suddenly stopped and looked into the heart of the plain.

Rumble!

The dull roar like thunder, spanning an endless distance, came from afar like the ups and downs of a storm.

Looking far away, it seemed that something horrible exploded in the air, the air surged, and the clouds and fog dispersed.

Even if you were on the hilly highlands, you could feel the plains trembling.

The next moment, the blood-red sky seemed to be torn apart, and a huge storm hung upside down between the sky and the earth, raging in the clouds.

Then, a series of blazing flames illuminated the dark sky, and the terrifying shock waves spread around, overturning and destroying pieces of hilly ground and green trees.

"Something happened!"

Tyrone and Huo Jixing looked at each other, and a bad feeling emerged in their hearts.

The two of them faced the storm and moved forward again.

About a quarter of an hour later, Tyrone and Huo Jixing hid in the dark and saw the retreating Noxus regiment.

A crushing defeat!

In front of the two people, a desolate and miserable scene appeared.

In the hills and mountains, dense Noxus soldiers were barely forming an array under the command of the commander and retreating from the hinterland of the plain.

They were exhausted, demoralized, and their faces were full of frustration and despair.

There were also many people carrying the injured bodies of their companions, and the wailing and crying were mixed in the messy footsteps.

"It was the explosion caused by black gunpowder."

Huo Jixing whispered softly, recognizing the injuries of the Noxus soldiers.

Broken flesh and broken bodies are not caused by ordinary blades.

Only an explosion can cause such terrible injuries.

Talon looked at the retreating Noxian soldiers and chose to continue to go deeper into the Rocklund Plain.

As the two went deeper, the air was gradually filled with a strong smell of blood and black gunpowder, and occasionally lost military supplies could be seen.

Then, they saw the collapsed Noxian camp and the broken embankments hastily built around it.

On the bloody battlefield outside the camp, broken armor and weapons were scattered, as well as the red flag representing Noxus, which fluttered gently in the wind.

Countless Noxian soldiers were killed or burned by the sudden black gunpowder, and their bodies were laid out on the ground in all directions.

Their bodies were incomplete, and some were even difficult to identify.

The flowing blood dyed this once peaceful land red, silently telling their cruel and tragic fate.

At the same time, groups of rebels appeared in the field of vision.

They enjoyed the joy brought by victory, like leeches all over the mountains, madly absorbing the remaining nutrients in the Noxian camp.

Tai Long and Huo Jixing suppressed their killing urges and ran deep into the plain.

Thick smoke covered the sky, and the dark gray workshop stood halfway up the mountain.

Low roars came from inside the workshop, and the smell of sulfur filled the nose.

Perhaps the front line had made a major breakthrough, and the guards at the city gate were much lax.

Tai Long and Huo Jixing easily sneaked into the workshop and followed the route in their memory to enter the core area.

Within the field of vision, rows of rebel soldiers wearing chain mail patrolled in the narrow passage, and beside them were ordinary rebels carrying black gunpowder.

Tai Long stopped and looked at the core area with strict barriers. Knowing that he couldn't easily get through, he half-curled his mouth and his eyes were cold.

"Enjoy the taste of steel!"

The silver dagger flashed, Tai Long escaped into the darkness, and ran towards the rebel soldiers in the passage.

Puff!

A flash of cold light appeared.

The blood was like a spring, staining the thick walls red.

Tailong was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, with his sword in hand, he easily harvested the lives of the rebel soldiers.

The air was filled with the smell of copper rust, and the texture of blood rose up.

Huo Jixing followed closely.

The red fire blade in his hand was unsheathed, and the red knife light reflected the terrified faces of the rebels.

The scorching flames descended, and the knife light fell from the sky.

He was like a cold machine, and began to slaughter the rebel soldiers crazily.

In a flash.

The rebel soldiers in the passage and the ordinary rebels carrying black gunpowder were slaughtered, and the red blood turned into streams, flowing along the passage.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

In the distance, the messy footsteps came like a torrential rain, shaking the ground.

Countless rebel soldiers appeared in the passage, their eyes red, holding sharp blades, rushing towards Tai Long and Huo Jixing.

But in front of extraordinary power.

Ordinary people's lives are like straw, easily harvested.

The silver knife light and the hot flames drowned the rebel soldiers who came one after another.

A one-sided killing began.

In the steel workshop, the rebel soldiers who lost their lives became stepping stones for Tai Long and Huo Jixing, and the sticky blood and broken corpses covered the passage.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the narrow passage.

Then, the blazing flames shot up into the sky.

[Suzaku·Flowing Fire Feather Clothes]

Huo Jixing walked out of the explosion intact, frowning and looking at the charred and damaged corpses under his feet.

It is somewhat similar to the power of black powder grenades.

But these rebels used their own bodies as sacrifices, like human bombs in the previous life.

Unfortunately, facing the defense of Huo Jixing's Flowing Fire Feather Clothes, the explosion damage was not enough.

In the following killing, rebel soldiers would rush towards Tailong and Huo Jixing with black gunpowder from time to time.

However, the effect was very unsatisfactory.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As soon as they left the passage, Tailong and Huo Jixing had not yet stood firm, and dark purple rune light fell on their heads.

Looking closely, they were fist-sized energy balls.

They seemed to be equipped with tracking devices, and they ran accurately to the vital positions of the two.

"Quick battle!"

As the dark purple energy tide invaded, Tailong looked coldly at the many rune mages in front of him wearing purple robes.

A chill rose from his body, and the silver cloak he was wearing seemed to sway gently, and the tail corners cut through the air.

Buzz!

Tailong stepped lightly and disappeared from the spot.

In an instant, he appeared behind many rune mages in the wide hall.

The silver dagger fell and wiped the necks of the rune mages, outlining a trail of blood.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before the rune mages could finish the spell in their mouths, the world in their eyes quickly lost its color and finally fell into darkness.

Tailong seemed to be unable to suppress the murderous intent in his heart. He turned into silver lightning and shuttled through the core area of ​​the workshop.

Wherever he passed, whether it was ordinary people or extraordinary people, the breath of life quickly dissipated, leaving only corpses on the ground.

Huo Jixing fell behind him and looked at Tailong who had completely released himself. He once again witnessed the terrifying power of being a hero.

He no longer had any reservations.

The fire of Nanli was completely boiling, and the red-gold light covered his body and blade. He killed through the rebel formation in front of him, and then followed behind Tailong to deal with the fish that escaped the net.

After a while, the massacre in the wide hall ended.

Huo Jixing saw Tailong continue to go deeper, quickly finished searching the corpse, and followed him.

Leaving the wide hall, a huge and extremely heavy steel door came into view.

The door was carved with exquisite patterns and decorations, and faintly, it seemed to outline a blooming black rose.

"It is indeed the black rose behind the scenes!"

Pushing open the huge steel door, Huo Jixing saw the scenery inside the door, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously thought of extinguishing the Nanli Fire on his body.

In the unusually large and bright warehouse.

The strong smell of sulfur filled the air, and the mountains of black gunpowder covered the ground.

"Are these rebels crazy?"

Huo Jixing looked at the black gunpowder in the warehouse, at least in tons.

But this is the only part left in the warehouse. From the traces of movement left on the ground, it can be seen that a considerable part of the black gunpowder has been moved away.

Crash!