The Glory of Noxus

In the dark night, black mist slowly surges.

In this dim darkness, criminals and ruthless looters have begun to move.

Under the leadership of Silas, they left the valley, their figures seemed to melt into the night, and quickly and quietly set off towards the Misilver City prison.

Even from a high altitude, it is difficult to discern what is happening on the ground.

The covering black mist will cover up all traces.

The cold wind blew through the silent land late at night.

Silas walked along the established mountain road, with Freyna, the Mother of Scars, behind him.

She is riding her partner Bingfang, a Juvask wild boar that looks like a heavy truck.

The huge body ran, but under the cover of the black mist, no sound could be heard.

Next up is Ewell.

The young demon-stained man was carefully controlling the black mist around him to avoid the high-altitude patrols of the Demacian Dragon Bird Knights that might appear.

At the same time, under Ewell's consciousness, the color of the mist changed into similar colors according to the gradually brightening sky.

Huojixing fell behind Ewell.

He observed the changes in the color of the mist with curiosity, as if he wanted to learn.

Compared to his own research on fog, Evel is more experienced.

On the other hand, Brokvall, who was carrying a broadsword beside him, was looking at him with cold eyes.

Ever since he learned about Huo Jixing's Noxian identity, Brokvar was like a bodyguard who never left his side, following Huo Jixing.

At the back are the lawless gangsters and ruthless looters, numbering nearly a thousand.

They held sharp blades and had cold eyes, like a pack of hungry wolves, eager to pounce on their prey.

Dawn is coming.

Silas and the others must rush to the Mithril City prison before the sun appears.

On the wide road, Silas and his team walked lightly and firmly without any hesitation or delay.

Huo Jixing looked at the brightening sky and silently followed the team, moving forward slowly.

About half an hour later

In the distant sky, a towering mountain comes into view, with a silver-white building standing on the top of the mountain.

The nearly blooming flowers of dawn fall on the dome of the building, reflecting the brilliance.

Silas withdrew his distant gaze and glanced at Huo Jixing without trace, feeling secretly wary in his heart.

During the journey just now, the magical ability this guy displayed was somewhat special and terrifying.

From a long distance, they can discover the hiding place of the vanguard sentry in advance, which makes their progress very smooth.

The prison of Mithril City is not located in a bustling city.

Instead, it is located on a highland covered with rocks outside the city.

This prison built of pure white stone is at a certain distance from Mithril City. Not too far, not too close, just within sight of Mithral City.

The towering mountains give the prison a natural defensive advantage, making it difficult for enemies to climb and attack.

Moreover, the guards of the prison can be condescending, overlooking the surrounding area, and remain alert to any approaching dangers.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a sentry standing like a stone statue.

"Why are we staying here?" The soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia leaned against the dark gray wall and looked at the silent environment around them with a bored expression.

"There are rumors of black magic leaking out in Mithril City. We should hunt down those damn demon-contaminated people."

The Demacian Centurion heard the soldiers' complaints and shook his head slightly.

He generally did not object to the complaints of his soldiers.

This is very common and is one of the ways they vent their emotions.

The captain's mind wandered and he looked up at the sky. Seeing the rays of dawn slowly soaking into the sky, he felt relieved in his heart.

It was another peaceful night, and my duties were coming to an end.

The ten-capion captain began to adjust his shining armor, and his upright posture relaxed a little.

After the rotation, he will return to Mithral City and spend a pleasant day with his family.

"I agree with you." Another Demacian Kingdom soldier said.

"The guards of Mithril City are used to having an easy life, so it is the best choice for us to cooperate with the demon-hunting investigators in the pursuit."

"Mage, I really want to drive them all away!"

"Okay, let's stop discussing it."

When the captain heard his soldiers say taboo words, his tone became slightly solemn and he interrupted the conversation between the two.

"It's foggy!"

The Demacia Kingdom soldier standing at the top of the sentry suddenly spoke out, with uncontrollable surprise in his voice.

Although it is close to the Northland Mountains, morning mist is often seen in winter.

But in warm summer days, fog is still relatively rare.

This was the first time the soldiers at the sentry saw the morning fog coming at dawn.

The captain walked to the sentry window and looked at the thick fog filling the distance. For some reason, he felt uneasy in his heart.

It seemed like some terrible danger was coming to the sentry post.

"Probably not?"

The captain was looking for psychological comfort for himself, but he was preparing to raise his left hand to signal the soldiers behind him to raise an alarm to the prison on the top of the mountain.

"Huh?" The captain's heart sank.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong. The soldiers who had been talking just now completely lost their voices.

"Who?"

The ten-capion captain drew out the sharp blade from his waist, took off the shield on his back, and pointed it at his back.

Looking around with his eyes, he saw nothing unusual, and his vision was filled with gray-white mist.

"Forehead!"

Just as the centurion was ready for battle, before he could react, an arm wrapped in blue light penetrated the mist, grasped his neck, and gently turned 180 degrees.

After dealing with the soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia in the sentry post, Silas walked out with a relaxed look.

He looked at the mountain road, which was paved with hard and flat dark gray marble, extending to the Mithril City Prison on the top of the mountain.

The breeze blowing from outside the mountains lifted up the flags representing the Kingdom of Demacia.

Silas walked forward with firm steps, and ripples appeared in his heart.

"Fifteen years of waiting, I will start from now on and overthrow the Kingdom of Demacia."

The cold wind of the dawn blew across the rocky highlands.

The thick fog that suddenly appeared, like a rising tide, spread along the mountain road.

They were slowly engulfing the soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia who were lurking and guarding along the way.

These soldiers were wearing heavy silver armor and holding sharp blades, but in the face of the thick fog, they were like fragile paper figures, and no one resisted.

The pale mist gradually thickened, and the dull smell of blood filled the air.

As time passed, the mist came to a silver-white barrier.

This silver barrier was tall and solid, with a cold and hard color on the surface, as if it was carved from a whole piece of boulder.

Behind the barrier, you can see a stone bridge extending.

The silver-gray stone bridge is the only way to enter the Misilver City Prison. It is suspended in the sky, connecting the barrier and the prison together.

Whether it is a standing barrier or a strict prison.

Their architectural style is consistent with that of Misilver City.

Especially the Misilver City Prison, the solid stone walls and heavy iron doors together build an insurmountable barrier.

On the wall, there are also sharp iron spikes, which further enhance the defense capabilities of the prison.

Silas appeared silently on the mountain road in front of the silver barrier and carefully looked at the barrier's defense measures.

"Fleina!"

Selas pointed to the sentry towers on both sides of the iron gate, signaling the Scar Mother to deal with them.

This place is a bit far from the barrier. If it is closer, he can cast magic and get rid of the Demacia soldiers on the sentry tower.

But it will definitely attract the attention of the demon search investigator.

Fleina saw Silas's action and waved her hand immediately. Six Winter Claws' sharpshooters came out from behind.

She looked at the Demacia soldiers on the sentry tower who had not noticed it yet with her cold right eye, and a doubt rose in her heart.

It was too easy. Along the way, she didn't see any strong resistance.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the biting cold wind, the Winter Claws' sharpshooters showed amazing accuracy and calm judgment.

They bent their bows and arrows, and their eyes were sharp.

The bowstring sounded, and the arrows streaked through the mist like meteors, accurately shooting at the Demacia soldiers on the sentry tower.

The alert soldiers had no reaction, and were pierced through the chest by sharp arrows.

Seeing this, Silas and Flena raised their eyebrows slightly, but did not make any moves.

A shrill alarm sounded suddenly.

The sound echoed in the silent valley, like the howling of wolves, chilling.

At the same time,

the Silver Barrier woke up at the alarm, like a lion, with fangs exposed, ready to meet the upcoming battle.

"Attack!"

Silas seemed to have expected it, and immediately rushed to the Silver Barrier.

Behind him, the lawless people roared furiously, suppressing the alarm for a while and venting their emotions.

Rumble!

The pale mist bubbled like magma about to erupt, covering the ground with wanton heat.

At the moment when Silas and his men launched the attack.

On the wall of the Silver Barrier, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Demacia quickly gathered.

They were dressed in silver armor, holding sharp blades, with faces full of determination and determination, rushing to their respective posts.

All soldiers were like this.

They understood that in the face of sudden attacks, they had to guard the prison of the fortress.

Pale mist filled the dark gray ground, leaving clear traces.

Silas stepped forward, and his cold eyes saw the figure on the wall, and his heart sank.

Fully armed with shining steel armor, blue cloaks on the back, and the resolute face in the front.

"It's Galen and his Fearless Vanguard Corps!"

"Damn it, the information is wrong!"

"The intelligence I got is that Galen and the Fearless Vanguard Corps fell in Fosbyro Town, why did they appear here?"

Silas swept his eyes and saw a figure wearing a half golden mask and holding a heavy wooden cane.

"Demon Search Investigator, these guys seem to have expected me to appear a long time ago?"

Silas's thoughts surged in his heart, but he did not dare to stop.

The battle has begun, and anyone's retreat may affect the current situation.

"Who is plotting against me?"

Silas' heart was filled with anger and anxiety, and the confidence he had earlier was gone.

He couldn't help but look back, and saw that Freyna and the tribal warriors of Winter Claw were still there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't see the figure of the Noxians.

"It's him!"

Silas looked suspicious, but when he thought of his help in the night march, it seemed a bit contradictory.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Silas instantly abandoned all his thoughts.

The most important thing for him at the moment was to stay calm and command his criminals to deal with the situation at hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the Juvask boar running echoed on the ground, shaking the earth.

Flena drove Ice Fang to run, and every tramp made the ground tremble.

The ruthless looters following behind also roared, as fierce as the waves, and followed closely, waving their weapons and rushing towards the city wall.

Their blood-smeared faces were full of cruelty, as if they wanted to destroy all obstacles in front of them.

"Haha, if that's all, I can't be trapped!"

Silas heard the sound behind him, kicked the ground with his feet, and jumped into the air.

As he jumped up, the heavy shackles wrapped around his arms began to change.

These shackles were originally a symbol of his bondage, but at this moment, they seemed to be injected with terrifying magic, like bright stars, illuminating the dawn sky.

Since he has been exposed and even fell into a trap.

So now all he needs to do is break the situation and win.

Silas looked at Garen on the wall, with a cruel look on his face.

"I am no longer the person I used to be!"

"And you, Garen, will be the first person to sacrifice yourself for the Kingdom of Demacia!"

Before the battle began.

Huo Jixing looked at the Silver Barrier from afar and saw the familiar clouds belonging to Garen and Lux.

He summoned the mist and quickly disappeared from the battlefield.

Standing on the sidelines is in the best interests of the Noxian Empire.

Huo Jixing understood very well that this battle would determine the fate of many people.

Whether it was Silas, the Winter Claw tribe, or the Kingdom of Demacia, none of them could stay out of this war.

The Noxian Empire was different.

The Kingdom of Demacia and the Winter Claw tribe were both enemies of the Noxian Empire.

Huo Jixing remembered that Silas had tricked him before, and the corners of his mouth rose.

He has now perfectly introduced the two into this war that almost determines the ownership of the northern land of the Kingdom of Demacia.

Silas went all out, and the criminals under his command and the allies of the Winter Claws he invited all launched an attack on the Silver Barrier.

The Crown Guard family also had two of the most outstanding descendants of the contemporary era, who appeared in the prison of the Secret Silver City as the defenders.

"Lux!"

Huo Jixing connected it to the previous intelligence transaction, and thought that the Crown Guard family had mobilized all the forces near the Secret Silver City this time.

"Hmm? This power?"

Huo Jixing sensed that there was a gathering of terrifying magic power, and looked up, and a dark blue star appeared under the dawn sky.

It was Silas's magic power.

The dark blue light bloomed, as if the cold air of winter was spreading, condensing the air around.

And Silas, who was in the center, became the most eye-catching existence in the field.

"Is this the ice blood power that Silas stored in his body in advance?"

On the wall of the Silver Barrier.

Garen held a silver broadsword and looked at Silas who jumped into the air with a solemn expression, and the murderous intent in his sea blue eyes was not concealed.

Silas's successful escape from prison tore the heart of Demacia, and also ignited riots throughout the kingdom, making the taboo word of magic appear frequently in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Heavy crossbow ready!" Garen raised his left hand.

The news brought by Lux allowed him to prepare early, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

Behind Garen, a row of steel heavy crossbow carts were lined up in an orderly manner.

They were the most trusted war fog of the soldiers defending the city, with terrifying penetrating power, enough to shoot through solid armor.

After the improvement of the Durand family, the crossbow arrows on the heavy crossbow, which were as thick as an arm, were made of precious Demacia steel.

Not only was it hard in texture, it also had the property of breaking magic, and could kill the infected.

"Aim at Silas," Garen roared.

"Shoot!"

The work and rest schedule was messed up.