The Glory of Noxus

The capital of Noxus, among the majestic buildings.

A young nobleman dressed in brocade clothes, with long hair as gorgeous as blood, walked slowly on the narrow road.

"Hmm, the breath of the Immortal Fortress is still so familiar!"

Every step he took seemed to be carefully measured, leaving an eternal mark in the history of the city, and every step seemed to summon the familiar picture deep in his memory.

The young nobleman looked curious, crossing the bustling streets, crossing the noble area, until he came to the Immortal Fortress.

The towering and magnificent buildings and the detailed and magnificent carvings, like a thriving child, are silently telling him the nobility, wealth and mysterious charm of this city.

His eyes seemed to be aimlessly wandering.

But in fact, the arrogance and confidence revealed in his blood-red eyes seemed to be commenting on the streets, every building, and every person.

Smelling the familiar breath in his nose, the young nobleman closed his eyes and felt the ancient soul of the city under his feet.

Finally, he stepped on the long triumphal stairs and walked up step by step.

The soldiers of the Cuifa Legion guarding the two sides of the steps seemed to not see the noble young man and let him walk into the palace at the end of the stairs.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of light footsteps sounded, echoing in the empty audience hall.

The noble young man looked at the somewhat changed building, his eyes first fell on the throne of the former Noxian emperors at the top, and then moved to the simple marble table below.

"Jericho Swain, long time no see!"

Seeing Swain's dark eyes looking over, the noble young man spoke softly.

Suddenly, a silent atmosphere filled the audience hall.

Swain just looked at the noble young man in front of him, and did not speak for a long time.

"What? Don't you recognize me?"

The noble young man walked up along the stone steps and sat in front of Swain.

"Your Majesty the Scarlet Reaper Vladimir!" Swain looked solemn, and his left hand under the old hem of his clothes clenched tightly.

He suddenly thought of the words of the pale lady before, someone was secretly watching Huo Jixing, and then his expression changed.

"You came here to ascend the throne of the previous emperors?" Swain suppressed his thoughts, his eyes dim.

"Haha, throne?"

Vladimir laughed softly, his long hair as red as blood floating gently.

He looked at the throne carved from obsidian at the top and shrugged his shoulders.

"I am not interested in the throne at all."

In the long history of the Noxus Empire, Vladimir witnessed the rise and fall of the empire with his long life, and also witnessed the death of the previous emperors and commanders.

"It's just that you disturbed me from drinking the fresh vitality of the empire!"

Swain's pupils shrank, and he said slowly: "Disturb?"

"The empire is no longer your toy, the Trifaree Council leads it to restore its former glory."

Swain's voice is low and powerful, and he speaks every word word by word. His tone that does not allow for questioning makes people feel an irresistible force.

Across the marble table, Vladimir seemed to feel nothing, his bloodshot eyes fell on Swain.

"Noxus's foresight, a very good compliment."

"Unfortunately, the temptation of supreme power often makes people lose their minds."

"Swain, you are a little out of your mind now!"

Vladimir's direct call of his name made Swain raise his eyebrows slightly, and his mouth corners raised: "I have heard such evaluations many times during this period of time."

"Since you think of me as a villain, how will you evaluate me when I succeed?"

"Success?" Vladimir whispered softly, his bloodshot eyes flowing, as if recalling something.

"Sorry, in my memory, none of the previous emperors of the Noxus Empire succeeded!"

He was reminding Swain of his past glory.

For Vladimir, this appearance in front of the stage was a carnival, a masquerade that belonged to him alone.

"Too many people know that they will be crushed to pieces after the change, but they will still do it without hesitation." Swain stood up and turned his head to look at the only throne.

In the audience hall.

The candles burning on the candlesticks on both sides swayed unsteadily, as if there were inexplicable fluctuations in the air.

"I can support you, and my Scarlet Secret Society." Vladimir suddenly spoke, as if he had retreated.

Hearing this, Swain's resolute face did not show joy, but became more solemn.

"I only have one request, I like warriors with hearts, such as Huo Jixing!"

Boom!

As soon as Vladimir finished speaking, Swain turned around abruptly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The scavenger raven that stayed on the dome of the hall made a sharp cry, and a pair of hazy huge black wings loomed behind him, trying to cover the audience hall.

"The breath of the demon Raum!"

Vladimir laughed softly, and the blood-red light shone, resisting the pressure of Swain's momentum.

But the confrontation between the two seemed to have just begun.

Drawn by invisible forces, the momentum of the two entangled with each other in the audience hall.

A touch of deep red, a touch of scarlet, sometimes fiercely confronted, sometimes eased and merged, making the pressure between the two more intense, and the air almost solidified.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The huge and wide audience hall swayed gently, the flags on both sides of the throne moved without wind, and the dim candlelight flickered.

"I reject your proposal!"

Swain spoke in a deep voice, and walked towards Vladimir step by step. His majestic momentum was like a torrent, pressing down on him fiercely.

The sacrifice of the empire was inevitable, but it was definitely not under the darkness behind it.

"You have no idea of ​​the horror of the talents of the Protoss!"

Vladimir looked a little fanatical, and his blood-colored long hair pulled out a scarlet color, and he walked towards Swain.

He seemed to remember the memory of the Darkin War, and fear and greed appeared in his pupils.

"How I want to study the power of the Protoss, that is the power of the true gods!"

Under the throne, the candlelight flickered.

Swain and Vladimir, just confronted each other.

"Have you already taken action? At the Blood Cliff?"

Swain saw the emotional changes in Vladimir's blood-red eyes, and his thoughts came to mind, thinking of the secret mission carried out by Huo Jixing.

"This is also the reason why I am here!"

Vladimir did not deny it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he thought of his own arrangements.

He came to the Immortal Bastion just to stop Swain's support.

It is true that Vladimir is very confident in his own strength, but the power of the demon should not be underestimated.

Suddenly!

Swain put away his whole body momentum, stared at Vladimir with dark eyes, and sat behind the marble table.

"Then let us wait and see!"

Vladimir heard the smile on his pale face, and his blood-red eyes were full of doubt.

"You also said that Nox's long-term plan is my reputation!" Swain sat upright, his voice solemn and cold.

"Hehe!"

Vladimir laughed softly, his blood-red eyes were unusually cold, and he sat opposite Swain.

"Then let us wait for the result!"

Although the Darkin finally lost the immortal control of the world due to internal strife, Vladimir knew that the horror of blood witchcraft was unimaginable to the world!

Blood Cliff, in front of Mouli Castle.

The majestic castle that rose from the ground in front of him had long been shrouded in blood-red mist.

Compared with other places in the city, the fog here seems a bit thicker.

From a distance, it looks like a creeping blood-red ferocious beast, sleeping.

When we got closer, the huge and thick city gate was already open, and the iron chains on both sides were close to the city wall, flashing a faint blood-red glow.

With the arrival of Huo Jixing and others, the silent blood-red ferocious beast seemed to wake up a little.

"Be careful!" Huo Jixing's eyes flickered.

In the red-gold vision, he saw many clouds rising and surrounding Mo Wuli Castle.

The living dead eroded by the blood-red fog!

Jalal nodded gently, and the dark purple inner armor he was wearing glowed, and the soldiers of the Reiser garrison behind him quickly entered the combat state.

When they entered Mo Wuli Castle.

Huo Jixing found that all the servants and noble guards stood there like stone statues, with different expressions.

It was as if they were caught off guard and affected by the erosion of the blood-red fog.

Perhaps it was the footsteps of Huo Jixing and others, or perhaps it was the arrival of the baby in Kalida's arms.

The moment they stepped into the castle, all the servants and noble guards slowly revived under unknown influences, and their eyes infected by the blood-colored mist stared straight at Kalida.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

The heavy footsteps sounded like a torrent.

Huo Jixing looked up, and almost everyone in the Mouli Castle rushed in like a beast that had broken free from the reins.

The thick blood-colored mist filled the air, and the pungent smell attacked everyone.

"Protect Kalida!"

Huo Jixing's eyes were cold, and he nodded gently to Jalal, and then he walked towards the surging blood-colored wave.

Boom!

The red-gold flames ignited.

Under the endless impact of the blood-colored mist, Huo Jixing, bathed in flames, was like a demon stepping into the bloody hell, and the red fire blade covered with flames in his hand was raised.

Roar!

Facing the dancing red-gold flames, countless roars rang out.

This group of irrational living dead rushed in from all directions.

They opened their eyes wide, used their hands and feet together, like a flood, breaking through the obstructing buildings, venting their inner desire for killing.