The Glory of Noxus

Clang!

The dark purple token jumped up from the ground and rolled to the feet of the city guards.

"It's the token of the Reiser Garrison Corps."

The commander of the city guards took the dark purple token picked up by his soldiers, looked at it carefully, and frowned.

He looked sideways at the strong middle-aged man in front of him, wanting to say something but stopping.

"Want to ask me what to do?" The strong middle-aged man spoke softly, his cold eyes fell on the figure on the eaves of the tavern.

"This is not the capital of Noxus, it's the Blood Cliff!"

The strong middle-aged man took off the double swords on his back and walked slowly towards the tavern.

"Don't forget the order of the service officer!"

Hearing this, the commander of the city guards looked annoyed, and finally gritted his teeth and gave an order in a firm voice.

"Pass my order, the criminal who pretended to be the identity of the Reiser Garrison Corps will be executed on the spot!"

"My lord!" As soon as the order was issued, someone from the city guards came out.

Pah!

The commander of the city guards didn't even look at it, and slapped it directly, looking at the messenger with a fierce look.

"Do you want to give a second order?"

As soon as the words fell, the herald trembled and waved the flag.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

In a moment, the blood-colored armored soldiers who had finished their battle array began to move.

They looked resolute and followed the order, like a blood-colored tide, attacking the tavern's defense continuously.

"Are they crazy?"

Jalal, who heard the order to attack, looked at the blood-colored armored soldiers who came one after another, and his face was shocked and angry.

These guys dared to attack knowing his identity. Are they going to kill him to silence him?

"Mouli family!" Jalal's eyes were gloomy. Thinking of the person in charge behind him, despair surged in his heart.

Puff!

In the dark night, there was a slight sound of breaking through the air.

Jalal's eyes turned cold, and the sharp sword in his hand stabbed back, like a poisonous snake out of a hole, with fangs exposed, accurately stabbing the attacker.

Clang!

The cold light flashed, and the swords clashed.

Then a terrifying force came along the sword.

Jalal was not careful for a moment, and suffered a loss. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

With the light of the fire around him, he looked at the strong middle-aged man in front of him, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"Superhuman?"

Before he could continue to ask, the strong middle-aged man launched an attack again, and the two long swords in his hands cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

Buzz! Buzz!

Jalal's face twitched, and he only felt a burst of tingling, and he knew that his opponent's moves were very fast.

He even smelled a strong smell of blood.

"Noxus Legion?"

Jalal suppressed his inner emotions and swung his sword to fight back.

Clang!

The sharp sword and the double knives collided again, making a dull sound.

Then the two of them leaped up, crossing each other like lightning, with terrifying momentum, like an eagle and a tiger, fighting desperately over the tavern.

At the same time.

Many blood-colored armored soldiers poured into the tavern courtyard and began to fight with the soldiers of the Reser Garrison.

The sound of fighting resounded through the sky and echoed in the bustling streets.

From the scene, although the number of blood-colored armored soldiers was large, they could not break through the defense line organized by the soldiers of the Reser Garrison.

They were able to catch Swain's eye and join the Reser Garrison.

These soldiers of the Reser Garrison were definitely not simple people.

They used superb skills to suppress the offensive of the blood-colored armored soldiers and defend the tavern courtyard area.

If the number of soldiers of the Reser Garrison was a little more, they might counterattack the blood-colored armored soldiers, demonstrating the power of the Reser Garrison.

However, with the passage of time.

The soldiers of the Reiser Garrison Corps, who were holding on, were rapidly depleting their strength, and the defense line they organized was somewhat shaky.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The azure light bloomed.

Holding a Hexvinyl gun, Kalida shot out blue rays from the side hall, harvesting the lives of the soldiers in blood-colored armor and alleviating the decline.

But her appearance seemed to have ignited the battlefield.

"Is it her?"

The commander of the city guards, who was commanding from the rear, was surprised to see the familiar azure pistol.

Then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

The person that the Mouli family was chasing was hiding in the secret place of the Reiser Garrison. No wonder they couldn't find him.

The commander of the city guards no longer cared about the damage to the soldiers. With a wave of his hand, he directly asked all the blood-colored armored soldiers on alert around to rush to the tavern.

After searching everywhere for something, it was easy to find it.

The target that was pursued before appeared in front of him just like that.

The commander of the city guards had already thought about how to face the accountability of the Mouli family afterwards.

As long as he handed this guy over, what awaited him might not be accountability, but reward.

Bang!

The sharp long knife cut through the robe and cut on the purple inner armor, leaving a mark.

Jalal retreated violently, avoiding the long knife that cut again.

"Noxian convert?"

Jalal panted, his eyes fell on the strong middle-aged man, as if recognizing his identity.

"Well, you are worthy of being a member of the Reser Garrison Corps. You recognized my identity." The Noxian convert said in a relaxed tone.

Perhaps he thought the linen clothes outside were too troublesome, so he pulled hard and walked towards Jalal with his bare upper body.

"Compared to your comfortable life, we have lived in hardship in the Ionian Islands for ten years."

The Noxian convert's breathing became heavier, and there was a clear airflow surging around his body, as if something was blessing his body.

"We listened to the Imperial High Command and spent bloody years in Ionia."

"Go there, kill that, for what? The glory of Noxus!"

"Now, you let us flee in such a mess?"

Puff! Puff!

The Noxian convert's eyes glowed with blue light, and he stepped forward, his two swords fell, cutting out obvious white marks.

Seeing this, Jalal responded calmly, his purple inner armor flashed with rune light, and he quickly dodged sideways.

But the next moment, the surging air suppressed Jalal's movements.

Clang!

The long sword flew into the air, and Jalal groaned.

Then he fell to the ground with a pale face, his hands cracked, blood flowed, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

"I don't accept Swain's orders!" The Noxian convert walked over with a cold look.

"I want revenge for my former partner!"

"Revenge?"

Just as the Noxian convert raised his two knives and prepared to cut off Jalal's head.

A bone-chilling sound rang in his ears.

"Who?"

The Noxian convert looked angry and terrified, and there was a fatal danger.

He reacted instinctively and immediately turned around and swung his knife. The airflow around him surged like a huge wave, and he slashed towards the target with the momentum of the knife.

Clang!

However, what greeted him was the red-gold knife light.

It was like a waterfall of flames, slashing down from top to bottom, first slicing his two knives away, then slicing the airflow around him and cutting his throat.

"Uh uh.!"

Under the burning flames, the Noxian convert looked at the flaming figure walking in the night, making a sound of struggle, and finally fell to the ground, his body gradually burning up.

Huo Jixing glanced at the ashes on the ground casually, and walked towards Jalal who had staggered to his feet.

"Don't worry about me, Kalida is in the backyard of the tavern." Jalal spoke quickly, pointing to the courtyard that was about to be submerged by the blood-red tide.

Huo Jixing nodded gently, bathed in the fire of Nanli, and rushed to the backyard with a cold look.

As he walked, the air ignited with scorching flames, like a flaming dragon wandering in the tavern.

All the targets he encountered melted in the flames, unstoppable.

Soon, this night raid ended, leaving behind burning corpses all over the ground.

In the streets and alleys around, many soldiers in blood-red armor were running around in panic, trying to avoid the flaming demons behind them.

Fortunately, they found that the flames were gradually extinguished, so they stopped.