The Glory of Noxus

[Haha, the ritual was successful, I defeated the god of death again! ]

[The taste of being alive, what I miss]

[Aftereffects? ]

[I've been very tired recently, it seems that my consciousness is in conflict. ]

[No, I can't. I need the help of the Scarlet Secret Society. ]

[It's solved, I'm still me! ]

[Ah. No, I'm Mo Wuli IV now. ]

[Yes, the new Archon of Blood Cliff. ]

[I will lead the Mo Wuli family to a glorious road again. ]

[I seem to have written something, but I forgot. ]

[Let me think about it, it seems that I really can't remember it. ]

[Mo Wuli family. I will always be loyal to blood magic. ]

[Good news from the Scarlet Secret Society. ]

[Blood magic seems to have some new changes]

[The great Lord Vladimir has optimized and improved blood magic again. ]

[Praise Lord Vladimir! ]

Huo Jixing looked at the severely weathered parchment scroll in his hand, and read it carefully one by one until the last one was extremely damaged.

"Huh!"

Huo Jixing exhaled lightly, calming his emotions, but a biting chill eroded his soul.

"Mouli IV? Or Mouli himself?"

The contents of these parchments were indeed somewhat shocking, or completely broke his conventional cognition.

Seeking immortality at the cost of his own bloodline descendants?

Huo Jixing thought of the many noble young masters and young ladies of the Mouli family, as well as the experimental table data provided by Kalida.

It is not difficult to imagine that these noble young masters and young ladies were carefully selected and raised in the castle.

The purpose of their existence is to allow Mouli IV to choose the most suitable substitute for himself.

Huo Jixing looked at the last parchment scroll in his hand again, and his eyes fell on the text at the bottom——

The great Lord Vladimir once again optimized and improved the blood magic!

"It's really Vladimir!"

Huo Jixing's pupils shrank, and his thoughts came to him.

He couldn't help but think of the words left by the pale lady before, and then thought of the last words of Mouli IV.

The chosen one!

Suddenly, Huo Jixing felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

In his previous life, the Scarlet Reaper Vladimir was far from an ordinary hero.

Looking back at the historical records of the Valoran continent, Vladimir was lost several times, but there were many people who looked like him in the records.

As early as the Darkin period, Vladimir's figure had appeared.

Even in the war of destruction by the Darkin tyrants, Vladimir and his followers had appeared.

Then during the establishment of the Noxus Empire, Vladimir appeared in the upper class as a master of ancient forbidden witchcraft.

It is also one of the oldest mysteries in Noxus.

"According to this calculation, Vladimir's life span has exceeded 1,500 years." Huo Jixing's heart was throbbing.

He looked at the worn-out lab table and the blood-stained hall.

"Is it the experimental ritual of blood magic?"

Huo Jixing suppressed his inner thoughts, quickly rolled up the sheepskins and put them in his arms.

Before leaving the laboratory, he looked at the floor tiles under the stone table, and his inner thoughts surged.

"Did they stay here consciously?"

Huo Jixing searched carefully along the passages and halls again, not missing any abnormal places.

This time, he found nothing.

In the Blood Cliff City, the dim starlight fell.

In the alleys near the bustling streets, there were densely packed soldiers in blood-colored armor quietly gathering, surrounded by a solemn atmosphere.

"Is it here?"

A low voice sounded, and his eyes with a blue glow stared at the quiet tavern in the dark.

"Yes, all clues have been checked, and only this tavern is a little suspicious."

The armored city guard commander spoke in a serious voice, with an extremely angry face under the blood-colored mask.

Assisting in the pursuit of fugitives before had already exhausted him.

Now the sudden death of Butum Mouli has directly led to the city-wide martial law in Blood Cliff.

There will definitely be accountability afterwards.

Thinking of the bloody methods of the Mouli family before, the city guard commander was a little terrified.

In the deep alley, a strong middle-aged man wearing a simple linen shirt and carrying two swords on his back walked out.

His long black hair was braided and draped over his shoulders, and his muscles, like stone carvings, were exposed to the air.

"Then let's get started."

The strong middle-aged man stretched his body, took off the two swords on his back, and his blue eyes reflected a little ripple.

"Don't let the service officer wait impatiently!"

"Archers, get ready!" The city guard commander waved his left hand and aimed at the tavern in front of him.

"Shoot!"

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A shrieking sound suddenly sounded above the silent and quiet street.

Under the night sky, arrows with barbs were shot out from the archers' fingertips like bullets, carrying fierce momentum and deadly killing intent.

They drew graceful arcs in the air, flashing cold light, like the sickle of the god of death, accurately hitting the tavern.

In the dim tavern.

Jalal couldn't fall asleep, so he stood up and leaned against the wall, his eyes fell on the bloody castle in the distance.

Huo Jixing's departure made him a little worried.

The influence of the Mo Wuli family in Blood Cliff far exceeded the superficial impression.

He could say something unpleasant.

In Blood Cliff City, the orders of the Empire's Supreme Command are not as good as the casual instructions of the Mouli family.

This is not a lie, but the reputation and majesty of the Mouli family that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

All families and forces that make a living in Blood Cliff are influenced by the Mouli family.

Jalal's eyes flickered and fell on the side hall in the backyard, as if he wanted to penetrate the wall and see the people resting inside.

He didn't want to lend a hand and get involved in the troubles of the Scarlet Secret Society.

After all, the duty of the Reiser Guard Secret Office is just to collect intelligence from all over the place and hand it over to the Empire's Supreme Command.

"Huh!?" Jalal seemed to hear something and raised his eyebrows slightly.

With the dim starlight, he looked up at the sky and saw sharp arrows attacking like a rainstorm.

"Dodge!"

Jalal's pupils shrank and a look of fear appeared on his face.

The moment the roar sounded, many Reiser guard soldiers who were resting in the tavern immediately reacted.

But they had no time to put on armor, and could only rely on the hard objects in the room to avoid the attack of arrows.

Kalida in the side hall of the backyard also woke up quickly, protecting the baby and rolling under the bed.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The black rainstorm attacked, and the sharp arrows fell with terrifying penetrating power, embedded in the wall, tables and chairs, making a dull sound.

Jalal swung his sword, cut off the arrows near him, and quickly rushed into the side hall.

Seeing that Kalida under the bed was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Too careless, the movement around disappeared, but I didn't even notice it."

Jalal looked back at the street under the night, his face embarrassed, and many things piled up together, making him lose his footing.

But the offensive outside will not stop just because you are not prepared.

Over the tavern, the waterfall-like arrows fell again, three times in a row.

Now the soldiers of the Reiser Garrison Legion who were unable to dodge groaned and screamed.

"Damn it!" Jalal cursed and told Kalida not to go out.

He faced the rain of arrows, wielded his sword, jumped to the eaves of the tavern, and looked at the blood-red armored soldiers fighting in formation outside the street.

"Stop attacking, this is the secret place where Reiser is guarding!"

Jalal roared loudly, threw his token decisively, and fell straight to the back of the formation.