The Glory of Noxus

Dark night.

The dim stars are hidden in the clouds.

The tall tower in the distance stands alone, looming in the hazy night.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Suddenly.

The deep bell sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The long bell sound is melodious and profound, as if it came from ancient times, and it seems to be a prelude to the future.

Under the Immortal Fortress, in the dark tunnel.

There is a tall figure in a black robe, holding a lantern with a dim glow, walking slowly.

He is very familiar with the layout of the tunnel, and his steps do not stop.

After a cup of tea.

The black-robed figure came to the innermost part of the tunnel, and a huge stone door appeared in the field of vision.

Unlike the cognition of most Noxians, the Immortal Fortress is not a monument.

Unlike the memory of the ancient tribe, it is not just a fortress.

From a distance, the huge black stone door seems to be a silent ancient beast, falling into permanent silence.

Inside the dark stone door frame, there is a deeper darkness, swallowing up the light in the tunnel.

On the edge of the giant door, there are inscriptions in Ouchen language, and scattered bone fragments are scattered on the surrounding stone bricks.

The black-robed figure looked around, waited for a moment, entered the black giant door like a huge mouth, and came to a wide hall.

In the dim environment, a little light fell from the dome and disappeared in the darkness.

Many mysterious figures appeared around the hall, they appeared and disappeared in a hurry.

The black-robed figure ignored the surrounding environment, holding a lantern, and entered a pale palace.

There were no decorations on the hall and walls of the pale palace, which looked simple and solemn.

On the top stone seat, a woman in a white gauze dress sat upright, wearing a black mask on her face, mysterious and noble.

Her figure exuded a cold temperament, as if isolated from the world, guarding the secrets of this palace alone.

The black-robed figure put down the lantern in his hand, knelt on the ground, and spoke respectfully to the woman on the stone seat, with a trace of awe and piety in his voice.

"The two little guys of the Valrokan family fell into the trap of the Faceless Man, failed in the operation, and were captured by the soldiers of the Trifarii Legion."

"Swain and Darius mobilized the nearby war groups of the Immortal Bastion to block the streets."

"Our plan for the Delver Fort has failed."

The voice of the black-robed figure echoed in the empty palace, forming a sharp contrast with the silence around.

"Casimar, get up." The pale lady spoke softly, with an unquestionable command in her tone.

"I know that the Grens family suffered very unfair treatment after the coup."

"Your father and his brothers were suppressed by Swain and lost everything they had."

"But you shouldn't be so anxious."

Casimar didn't dare to look up, fine sweat appeared on his forehead and wet his eyes, but he didn't dare to do anything beyond the rules.

The Pale Lady was about to say something, but she seemed to sense something, so she stood up and looked outside the palace, and saw a blood-like light descending.

"Return to your post." The Pale Lady's eyes flickered, and she said in a deep voice.

"Swain must step down. The Black Rose is focused on this and will do whatever it takes to achieve its goal."

"Follow your will." Cassimar finally moved his body and slowly left the palace.

After he walked out of the palace and came to the hall, he exhaled lightly and took out the wolf spirit statue hanging around his neck.

According to the ancient Valoran customs, death is a two-sided coin, accompanying each other.

The sheep spirit represents a quiet death, while the wolf spirit is a brutal end.

In Noxus, an empire that worships power, the latter is regarded as a majestic and dignified way.

In the silent Pale Palace.

The Pale Lady walked down the stone seat, walked to the door, and waited quietly.

Tap! Tap!

After a while.

The sound of light footsteps sounded, breaking the silence in the palace.

The pale lady looked over and saw a young nobleman in brocade clothes coming over, with long hair as gorgeous as blood.

"Vladimir, long time no see."

The young nobleman raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at the pale lady in front of him, his expression solemn.

"It's been a while since we last met."

"I came to the Immortal Bastion some time ago and met Swain, but you were not there."

The pale lady came over, and the two walked shoulder to shoulder into the depths of the palace.

"I heard that one of your bodies was destroyed?"

"It's just a half-finished body." Vladimir laughed softly, his bloodshot eyes meaningful.

"But I got a piece of news about a star spirit gifted person, it seems that the Black Rose has no record of it?"

"This is a bit inconsistent with the Black Rose."

The pale lady didn't care about the mockery in Vladimir's tone at all, and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Recently, several laboratories have had problems, causing the secret society to suffer a lot of losses, which may lead to some mistakes in the work."

The pale lady paused and continued: "The Protoss talent you mentioned is named Huo Jixing, right?"

"He has returned to the capital, and his strength seems to have broken through. Don't let there be any more losses."

Vladimir nodded lightly and stated his position directly.

"I came for him, but with Swain here, it's not easy to do it."

Since the Blood Cliff incident, the Scarlet Secret Society suffered heavy losses under the purge of Swain and Darius.

He also vaguely understood Swain's true strength.

"Do you want me to take action?"

The Pale Lady guessed Vladimir's purpose, but he was destined to return empty-handed.

"I can't do anything for now."

Vladimir frowned and looked at the Pale Lady beside him. He was about to speak, but after turning a corner, he swallowed his words.

Vladimir and the Pale Lady stopped in front of a huge well with green light and looked down.

The Soul Well!

One of the greatest magical products of the Black Rose.

This green well is deeply embedded in the bedrock under Noxus, and its depth is far beyond the size of the fortress itself.

The cold blue and suspicious green blended into a rolling miasma, which spun far below, reflecting the three bridges across the gorge.

Under the bridge, on the crazy vortex.

A huge and terrifying humanoid shadow was suspended in the air, and every Noxian could not mistake it.

A lifeless armor, which must be mentioned in every history book.

In the old city outside the capital, there were thousands of its statues, all with faces smashed off.

"Do you feel it?" The pale lady's eyes fell on the edge of the giant well.

The incredibly rich and majestic magic power condensed in the giant well, causing the surrounding space to groan under the heavy load, and even a few cracks in the space could be seen.

"Is he coming back?"

Vladimir noticed the restless magic power around him, and his blood-red eyes were full of solemnity.

"No, it's impossible."

"I can't predict the future, but now, I can only stay here." The pale lady sighed softly.

"Swain, the little guy who grew up unexpectedly, wants to become the master of the Noxus Empire."

"But he can't see the truth behind the empire."

The pale lady's eyes moved and fell on the bridge, and saw rows of niches with curtains hanging on it, shaking with the magic power.

"If you want to make a move, I may be able to create some conditions for you."

Vladimir suppressed his inner emotions, stared at the pale lady, and waited for her to continue speaking.

"I heard that you have contact with the Merchants' Family of Piltover and the Alchemist Baron of Zaun, and are conducting blood research?"

Vladimir looked deeply at the Pale Lady, and saw through her thoughts.

"Throw out a bait to lure him over?"

The Pale Lady laughed softly, left the Soul Well, and returned to her palace.

Time slipped through the fingertips like fine sand, passing silently.

The cold autumn wind blew through the capital of Noxus, becoming more and more bleak, with a sense of the coming of winter.

In the silent room.

Huo Jixing exited the [Introspection] state, his eyes opened and closed, and the green light disappeared.

"Sure enough, with someone accompanying me to practice, my skills have indeed improved significantly."

In the past half month, Talon would come to him from time to time to practice.

In addition to the improvement of their respective skills, Huo Jixing and Talon also became much closer.

Smelling the smell of breakfast in the air, he quickly got up and walked towards the restaurant.

The table was already full of food, and there was a large portion of steaming broth.

As soon as Huo Jixing sat down, he saw Heini walking in with a wooden box.

"My lord, this is something sent by the Du Kecao family." Heini put the wooden box on the table, looking a little curious.

"Okay."

When Huo Jixing saw the wooden box, he knew who sent it.

"What's the matter?" He saw Heini approaching, turned his head and asked.

"My lord, you won't forget it, right?" Heini's tone was slightly complaining.

"You promised me before that you would take me to the Noxkalia Arena to watch the performance of the Reckoner up close."

Huo Jixing looked enlightened, and reached out to rub Heini's head: "Is there a performance in the afternoon? Then let's go together."

"Okay." Heini looked happy, and ran to his room, ready to put on his new clothes.

Huo Jixing laughed softly, eating while opening the wooden box.

There was a rune item and a letter sealed with wax inside.

The rune item was something Huo Jixing had discussed with Katarina before. It was purchased by the Du Kecao family and finally handed over to her.

After many transactions, he now had a considerable amount of essence, which could continue to light up the next Azure Dragon Constellation.

Buzz!

Huo Jixing's fingertips lit up with flames, and he drew across the wax and opened the letter.

After browsing, he looked solemn and his eyes half-closed.

"Did Talon also go on a secret mission?"

After he came back from meeting Swain, Katarina received another secret mission and left the capital.

Now it was Talon's turn again.

Huo Jixing faintly smelled a hint of uneasiness.

After breakfast, he practiced again for a while.

He had long understood that only strength was everything.

In the afternoon, Huo Jixing took Heini and Snow White Poro out together.

The slightly cool autumn wind blew through the streets, adding a bit of tranquility and comfort to the bustling capital.

Huo Jixing and Heini walked along the broad main road of the capital, with many Noxians talking in dialect on both sides.

As their footsteps moved, Huo Jixing and others crossed an intersection and saw a circular building built of dark gray rocks.

Noxcaria Arena!

Perhaps there was a wonderful performance by the Reckoners in the afternoon.

On the street very close to the arena, the endless crowd was like a huge wave, rushing towards the huge steel gate.

Huo Jixing and Heini followed the crowd and suddenly heard an interesting shout when they came to the huge steel gate.

"Who wants an autograph? Lord Draven's autograph."

"Let's get in line, man!"

Huo Jixing looked in the direction of the voice and saw a child with a red headscarf on the left side of the crowd, holding up a letter in his hand.

There were many Noxians in front of him scrambling for Draven's autograph.

Huo Jixing saw a familiar scene in front of him, and felt strange in his heart, and sighed secretly.

Are the extended products of the Liquidators so comprehensive now?

Even Draven's autograph can be obtained?

"They are Lord Draven's number one fan." Heini looked at the child with the red headscarf with a little envy.

"I heard that they are a spontaneous organization, and the autographs in their hands are real."

"You want it?" Huo Jixing took Heini into the arena.

"Wait, I'll go find Draven and get you a real autograph in person."