The Glory of Noxus

"Eye of the Storm Janna!"

Huo Jixing murmured, and the red-gold light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

When Feng Xu appeared before, he immediately used the power of the Suzaku Star to try to spy on this great being who protected Zu'an.

Not surprisingly, he failed.

Under [Suzaku·Red Eyes with Fire Pupils], Huo Jixing could not see a trace of cloud emerging.

As he saw it, Feng Xu seemed to appear out of thin air.

Neither the power of the Suzaku Star nor the power of the Azure Dragon Star could detect Janna's storm power at all.

"God!"

Huo Jixing's eyes were burning as he looked around at the haze of Zaun outside the screaming elevator.

Janna is an ancient and mysterious wind spirit who responds to the prayers of the Zaun people and protects the poor.

This is also the reason why Huo Jixing behaved cautiously after coming to Piltover and Zaun.

Although with his power to step into the legend, he can ignore most of the forces and heroes.

But in the Twin Cities, there were still a few beings worthy of his fear.

Janna, the eye of the storm, is what he fears the most.

A real god!

Over countless years, Janna has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations.

From beginning to end, she seems to be a standing beacon, giving hope to desperate people.

Among the many rumors and deeds circulating, Janna usually does not appear in the sight of the people of Zaun in her true form.

She will use gentle breezes or fierce tornadoes to help those in trouble.

Woohoo! Woohoo!

With the screeching lift sinking.

The cave was filled with the sharp sound of metal scraping and the thumping of gears.

There are fewer and fewer people in the cabin, and most of the passengers who come in later will wear gutter breathing masks.

The style of the mask was somewhat familiar to Huo Jixing. He had seen these alchemical technology devices in the lower urban areas, which could be used to filter harmful substances in the air.

However, Huo Jixing noticed the strange looks they cast and felt a little doubtful in his heart.

He reached out and touched his face to confirm that there was nothing abnormal.

Then he seemed to remember something, and his eyes fell on the haze of Zu'an that filled the air. His heart moved, and he immediately understood the confusion of the passengers.

These dark green hazes floating in the air are composed of countless chemical gases and contain a large amount of harmful substances.

They drift like mayflies, silently eroding their surroundings.

If you are not careful, this Zaun haze can be easily inhaled into your mouth and nose, causing lung infection.

In severe cases, coughing will not stop and your health will be seriously threatened.

Huo Jixing shook his head slightly, Zuan's haze would have a serious impact on ordinary people.

But to him, it posed no threat at all.

Because the highly toxic gas inhaled will be burned by Nanli Fire as soon as it enters the body.

Bang!

The screeching lift finally landed in front of a very dilapidated-looking platform.

With a heavy landing sound, the platform slowly shook.

Huo Jixing looked at the platform in front of him.

Most of the glass originally used for decoration has been broken, leaving only a few broken and colorful pieces of glass hanging on the window frame.

There were many small glass fragments in the corner, covered with thick dust, as if no one had cleaned this place for a long time.

"Last stop, the ditch area."

The administrator's deep voice came, and behind the thick goggles, a look of disgust could be seen.

Ditch area.

The lowest level area of ​​Zaun.

In the Zaun area, all the forces with alchemy technology will basically discharge their own waste liquids, chemical materials and other garbage into the ditch areas without restraint.

This results in an extremely harsh environment in the ditch area, with discarded garbage and bubbling toxic liquids everywhere.

At the same time, the Dig District has also become a place where Zaun's losers live.

Passengers stepped off the elevator one after another, as if they were afraid of something, and hurriedly escaped into the dark green haze and disappeared into the dilapidated streets.

Bang! Squeak!

Blitzcrank jumped off the screaming elevator, his huge metal body smashing into the dark green haze, causing the platform to creak.

Perhaps because he had been hanging outside the elevator for a long time, Blitzcrank moved his arms in an anthropomorphic manner.

Seeing that Huo Jixing had not left yet, he gave him a polite smile.

Huo Jixing was slightly surprised by how anthropomorphic Blitzcrank was.

In his impression, few robots would react like Blitzcrank.

"Self-awareness?" Huo Jixing's eyes flickered.

Whether it is Piltover or Zaun, a self-aware robot is definitely the dream experiment of countless inventors and alchemy technology researchers.

But they could only let Blitzcrank walk around in the Zaun area without daring to take action.

Except for Blitzcrank's own strength.

The existence behind him forced all forces to give up their greedy desires deep in their hearts.

After all, he is the one who can open the era of Hex technology with Jace.

After completing his own glorious evolution, no one can know the limit of his current potential.

Because of his existence, Blitzcrank's status in the Zaun region is somewhat special.

Rumor has it that his evolution has gone far beyond the design scope of the source program.

Blitzcrank even began to upgrade his body so that it would never be affected by instructions.

After saying hello, Blitz walked towards the depths of the ditch area. He needed to deal with the highly toxic waste scattered all over.

Boom!

Waiting for the last person to walk out of the glass door, the gearbox and gear set inside the screaming elevator beat and sang faintly, rising rapidly and disappearing into the ditch.

Huo Jixing walked out of the broken platform, looked around, and frowned.

The environment that came into view was different from any place he had seen before, dilapidated and desolate, full of abandoned and forgotten atmosphere.

Huo Jixing stepped forward and entered the dirty and silent street in front of him.

The surroundings were very quiet, only the occasional sound of wind and the roar of machines in the distance broke the tranquility.

"It seems that I need to find someone to inquire about the news."

Huo Jixing whispered softly, his eyes glowed with red-gold light, and many clouds filled his vision.

"It's you!"

He chose to stay away from his own cloud and his figure disappeared into the dark green haze.

Ditch area.

The stinking venom flowed along the cracks of the alchemical technology facilities, corroding the pits and holes.

Four punk youths wearing dirty coats and rusty alchemical technology equipment were chatting on the street.

They were holding iron pipes or daggers in their hands, and occasionally they would make a knife flower.

"Hey, have you heard? The once destroyed Eye of Zaun has reappeared and attracted a lot of attention."

The punk youth on the far right remembered the recent rumors on the street and shared his news with his companions.

"What? You want to join the Eye of Zaun? I advise you to forget it." The nearby punk youth fiddled with his metal arm.

"The times have changed. It's just a destroyed force. It's better to join Golask Industries."

"Most of the dance halls and bars in the dance corridor have been named Golask Industries."

"They are very short of manpower now. Maybe we will have a chance."

The punk youth in the middle, with colorful hair, was immediately interested when he heard his companions' words.

"Gorrask Industries' alchemical technology products opened up the channel to the upper city, defeated many Piltover guys, and entered the shops."

"Even some wealthy Piltover guys will bid for the products of Gorrask Industries."

Speaking of Piltover guys, the companions nearby laughed.

In the hearts of Zaun people, without Zaun, there would be no Piltover today.

Their sweatshop workers, their prosperous trade, and their alchemical technology are what Piltover people always want.

"If we can enter Gorrask Industries, can we drink Glimmer Wine at will in the future?" The last slightly short punk youth said his voice.

"Not only Glimmer Wine, maybe we can also taste Glimmer Potion." The punk youth on the far right fell into a vision of the future.

"But we have to save more money now and install some alchemical technology enhancements for ourselves, otherwise we can't enter Gorrask Industries."

The punk youth in the middle spoke coldly, breaking everyone's fantasy and also telling the situation they are facing now.

Lack of money!

Even if they robbed some chemical materials in the sump area and slaughtered ordinary people who were lost at will.

But the money they accumulated was not enough to add the latest alchemical technology enhancements to themselves.

What's more, there is a legendary figure and his many followers in the sump area.

Their reputation has been sung by countless gang members, sump orphans and those forgotten.

"Why don't we try to join the fearless war."

The short punk youth just opened his mouth, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by his companion.

"Can you ensure that you survive the fatal trial?"

"Uh"

The words of his companion directly killed the punk youth's thoughts.

He thought of the horrifying rumors in the sump area and the survival rate of the fatal trial, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Hey? Did you hear any sound?"

The short punk youth leaning against the street wall seemed to hear something and waved the dagger in his hand.

"Are you here for business?"

The punk youth with dyed hair had bright eyes and looked at the dim street. He could vaguely see a hazy figure walking over.

Ta-da! Ta-da!

The light footsteps beat the ground rhythmically, and also beat the heart of the punk youth.

They looked at each other, and a cruel look appeared on their faces under the dim light.

They slowly surrounded the target, just like a predator slowly approaching its prey.

The dark green haze around them rolled in the street, intertwined with the dim light around them, forming a weird atmosphere.

The punk youths finally saw the target, and then the uncontrollable smile quickly climbed onto their faces.

Piltover guy!

They looked at the handsome young man in neat clothes with a blade hanging on his waist in their field of vision, and immediately recognized his identity.

For the punk youths, Piltover guys represent a completely different lifestyle and values ​​from theirs.

They may have envied the Piltover people's good life and advanced technology.

But the reality made them full of hostility and dissatisfaction with the Piltover people.

Moreover, in Zaun, a region full of danger and violence, the appearance of a Piltover man also means wealth.

The punk youths quickly surrounded him, with greed and ferocity flashing in their eyes.

Although it was hard to tell from his clothes what good things this Piltover man had.

But after he became a corpse, they could definitely search for a lot of valuable things.

Because in Zaun, sometimes the body can also be a good commodity.

"Piltover man, hand over everything you carry."

The short punk youth looked at Huo Jixing with a look of looking at a fat sheep, and spoke in a fierce voice.

Hearing this, Huo Jixing stopped and looked at the punk youths who surrounded him calmly.

Is this the way the people of Zaun welcome him?

Although he had expected it in his heart.

But when he noticed the greed in the eyes of the punk youths, he was still a little surprised.

"Damn Piltover guy, I hate your eyes."

The violent voice penetrated the haze of Zaun, and a punk youth with a rusty alchemical technology arm strode towards Huo Jixing.

His eyes were full of hostility and anger, as if he wanted to pour all his anger on this Piltover guy.

Because the calm eyes of the Piltover guy reminded him of the painful memory of losing his arm.

It was a petty theft in the lower city. He just touched the wallet of a Piltover guy, but he paid a painful price for it.

The guards of Piltover caught him and broke his arm as punishment.

Because he could not get effective treatment, he had to pay all his wealth to undergo amputation surgery and replace it with this rusty alchemical technology arm.

Bang!

The solid metal fist pierced through the dark green haze and smashed Huo Jixing's head with violent force.

At this moment, the punk youth's face was full of hideous smiles. He was looking forward to seeing the moment when the Piltover man fell to the ground in pain.

However, when his fist was about to hit the Piltover man's head, an unbelievable scene happened.

The target stretched out a finger and gently placed it in front of the metal fist.

Then he felt an indescribable force coming from the opponent's fingertips. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward.

Puff!

A subtle metal cutting sound rang out.

In the punk youth's horrified eyes, the ordinary finger turned into the sharpest blade, easily cutting his alchemical technology arm, and then slashed his neck.

"Hey, is it solved?"

The companion behind him asked, but he never got a response from the punk youth.

Another short punk youth smelled a hint of blood and felt something was wrong.

He shrank his body, rolled on the ground, waved the dagger in his hand, and decisively stabbed the Piltover guy's lower body.

His companion also realized something immediately, and immediately swung the iron pipe and hit Huo Jixing.

Puff! Puff!

Two slight sounds rang out almost at the same time.

Huo Jixing retracted his fingers, walked past the three punk youths standing in place, and walked towards the last surviving punk youth with dyed hair.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Huo Jixing just came in front of the punk youth, and the three punk youths behind him fell down weakly, hitting the ground, splashing dark green dust.

Under the dim light, dark red blood flowed along the ground, stained with Zaun's gray haze, adding a touch of desolation and bleakness to this dilapidated street.

The dyed-haired punk youth stared at the ground in amazement, and the anger and murderous intent in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He understood that he was not facing a simple Piltover guy, but a being with great power.

Pah!

Huo Jixing gently patted the face of the dyed-haired punk youth to call his attention back.

"Tell me, who is the Dreadnought you just mentioned?"

The dyed-haired punk youth swallowed his saliva, and the fear in his heart reached its peak.

But in order to survive under the hands of the Piltover guy in front of him, he spoke without thinking.

"Dreadnought Urgot!"