The Glory of Noxus

The light fell like flowing water, illuminating the study in front of him.

Huo Jixing looked around and once again sighed at the luxury of the Mouli family.

The crimson wooden bookshelves were stacked layer by layer, with rows of thread-bound books neatly arranged on them, and the fragrance of books filled his face.

Even in the warm spring season, the fireplace in the study was still burning, warm and comfortable.

The tapestries on the walls on both sides were sewn with bright threads, showing patterns of different blood colors.

A variety of collections were also displayed on the decorative cabinets near the window.

Huo Jixing glanced at the many collections and shook his head gently.

These treasured items were basically ordinary works of art, without any rune magic fluctuations.

Then, Huo Jixing heard shouts from outside, as well as many dense footsteps, and realized that time was running out.

He began to search the study carefully.

Unfortunately, most of the books on the bookshelves were ancient books, which had nothing to do with blood magic.

There was nothing to be found near the desk, the drawer was opened, and the letters fell to the ground.

Huo Jixing stopped what he was doing and looked at the slightly messy study room, wondering: "Wrong guess?"

Da Da! Da Da! Da Da!

The heavy footsteps sounded, and the atmosphere of killing filled the air.

Huo Jixing turned around and saw the noble guards wearing blood-red armor and holding sharp blades.

They stepped on the wooden floor covered with carpets and rushed over fearlessly.

Clang!

Huo Jixing's eyes turned cold and he drew out the hanging red fire blade.

Facing these ordinary noble guards, with his current strength, it was a complete dimensionality reduction attack.

In the corridor of the study room, the sharp knife light flashed.

Huo Jixing was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, facing the surging blood-red wave.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The subtle sound of cutting flesh and blood sounded.

With his superb skills and overwhelming physical attributes, Huo Jixing created a one-sided killing.

The exquisite walls and soft carpets quickly turned red, as if wet by spring rain. The corpses of the noble guards covered the neat corridors, turning them into a bloody hell.

Below the towering main castle.

Benewende looked gloomy, sniffing the rusty smell in the air, and his eyes fell on the study area.

Through the carefully carved window sills, he saw the beginning and end of the killing.

"Continue!"

Under the cold command, the noble guards rushed to the study of the main castle like a rolling torrent.

Even though there were already corpses all over the ground in front, the will of the Mouli family could not be violated.

They wanted to pile up the intruders with the crowd.

In the blood-stained corridor.

Huo Jixing looked casual, and with the most concise and effective movements, he easily harvested the lives of the noble guards.

As the killing continued.

Huo Jixing smelled a hint of danger and his eyes moved slightly.

He saw that in the brilliant lights, a number of heavy steel crossbows were being pushed over, and the arrows as thick as bowls were shining with cold light, aiming directly at the study area.

"Interesting!" Huo Jixing's mouth curled up.

He remembered the scene he saw during the second battle of Freljord.

The Noxian Legion used these terrifying heavy steel crossbows to suppress and slaughter the extraordinary people of Winter Claw.

Huo Jixing looked around and looked for blind spots in his vision. He seemed to see something strange, and there was a red-gold glow in his pupils.

"Is this blood, are they flowing?"

In the red-gold vision.

Huo Jixing saw thousands of fine blood in the air, which was inexplicably attracted and was falling along a strange trajectory towards a portrait hanging on the innermost wall of the study.

Surrounded by a golden frame, the portrait was a serious and dignified old man.

With the rendering of blood, the portrait felt a little bloodstained.

"Haha, very secretive." Huo Jixing laughed softly, the red fire blade in his hand flashed, and he stepped lightly, clearing the noble guards on the corridor. Then he immediately came to the bloody portrait. Snap! Since the Mo Wuli family had been alarmed, Huo Jixing no longer held back and violently smashed the portrait. The golden frame fell to the ground, and the portrait was torn into pieces. Behind it was a flat and clean dark gray wall, without any mechanism settings. Boom! Huo Jixing stretched out his hand, his palm was like a knife, piercing through the solid wall, and pieces of broken stone bricks fell to the ground, revealing a dark passage. He immediately entered the passage. The dark passage was filled with a haze, and only the light from the study behind fell, sending a hazy glow. The stone steps extended, and Huo Jixing stepped on them and made a clicking sound, which was a bit creepy. It seemed that few people walked on it at ordinary times, and there was no cleaning. Huo Jixing saw various unknown plants growing on both sides of the stone road, including dark green moss, gray and white plants, and some unknown plants intertwined with each other.

Continuing down, the air gradually filled with the smell of rust, and there was also a hint of ancient and mysterious breath.

Puff!

Huo Jixing saw that the environment was too dim, so he snapped his fingers, and the red-gold Nanli Fire danced on his fingertips, driving away the haze in the air.

After walking forty or fifty meters.

At the end of the passage, Huo Jixing saw a heavy stone door with blood-colored runes engraved on it, which was exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

"Scarlet Secret Society, Blood Magic!" Huo Jixing whispered softly, his eyes flickering.

It was also at this time that he found that the noble guards who followed him behind him disappeared at some point.

Now, as long as he pushed open the stone door in front of him, he could see the secrets hidden behind it.

Boom!

Huo Jixing looked decisive and slashed with his sword, including the bloody runes, all of them were chopped into pieces.

Suddenly, rubble broke through the air and smoke billowed.

Ta-ta!

The fire of Nanli burned blazingly, burning away the rotten gases gushing out.

Huo Jixing wore red-gold feathered armor and stepped forward.

Passing through the broken giant door, he saw a gloomy blood-colored hall.

The walls of this hall have been dyed dark red, and there are many blood-stained tapestries and everlasting lamps hanging around. There is a pool-like pit in the middle, and dried blood can be seen in it.

At the same time, the smell of blood remaining in the air was extremely strong, and seemed to be mixed with the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Just as he was looking around, subtle footsteps came from deep in the bloody hall.

"Extraordinary flames are good at swordsmanship." The old and majestic voice came, echoing in the empty hall.

"You must be the Suzaku who won the Ring of Fire performance in the capital?"

Huo Jixing looked over after hearing this.

Deep in the dark hall, an aristocratic old man wearing a luxurious black robe and a golden belt around his waist came pacing.

His thick white hair was neatly combed, and his face was lined with wrinkles, but it did not lose its majesty.

"Mouli IV?" Huo Jixing's expression was slightly condensed, and he could smell the scarlet scent on the tip of his nose.

"Thanks to Lord Swain for still remembering me, he specially arranged for someone to sneak into Blood Cliff."

Mouli IV spoke softly, his dark eyes gradually turning blood-red, as if he wanted to see into the depths of Huo Jixing's heart.

"I'm curious, what is your mission?"

He walked forward slowly, and there were sounds of dog barking beside him.

Huo Jixing looked intently and saw four bloody hounds that looked like calves, baring their teeth at him, extremely fierce.

It was very similar to the bloody cat I had seen before, with its whole body red and sharp claws.

"You should not devote yourself to blood magic itself."

Huo Jixing spoke in a condensed voice, pointed the red fire blade diagonally at the ground, and the scorching Nanli Fire ignited.

"Shouldn't it?" Mouli IV looked stunned.

Then he became a little crazy, and the blood in his eyes became more intense.

"This is the ability given to us by God, and it is the secret that Brown Darkwill has wanted all his life!"

"us."

"Immortality!"