The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 25 Urgot

When Hojixing left the Noxian Empire, Swain had given him another secret mission.

Enter the ditch area of ​​Zaun and meet Urgot.

Hojixing recalled Swain's expression at the time, and vaguely understood the concerns and fears hidden deep in his heart.

The Noxian Empire seemed to have ended the dark rule of Bron Darkwill and was gradually regaining its former glory.

But the empire was still undercurrents.

The Black Rose and some noble forces were eyeing the position of Noxus's leader, intending to take control of the Noxian Empire again.

Faced with the covetousness of many forces, the Trifarion Council needed more help to assist Swain and others in completing the transformation of the Noxian Empire.

And the Dreadnought Urgot was the force that Swain intended to win over.

This was also one of the purposes of Hojixing's entry into Zaun this time.

Now hearing the answer of the punk youth, Hojixing nodded gently.

"Please, let me go."

The dyed-haired punk youth suppressed his fear and carefully looked at Huo Jixing's expression. A glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and he begged in a sad voice.

"Are you going to capture Urgot again? I can take you directly to the Hook and familiarize you with the nearby terrain."

Hook!

The notorious prison mine deep underground in Zaun.

It gathers many prisoners with bad records and buries countless bodies.

It is rumored that the screams echoing in the Hook still echo to this day.

However, with Urgot breaking out of the ground, he brazenly seized control of the prison.

The prisoners' fear of the new master exceeded the intimidation of Countess Voss.

Many prisoners began to worship Urgot fanatically because they were indoctrinated about the nature of power.

From then on, Urgot's healing of terror intensified, gathering a group of staunch followers among the most oppressed people in Zaun.

However, his fatal trial eventually offended the representatives of the Piltover Chamber of Commerce.

The Piltover guards had to intervene, tied up Urgot with iron chains, and dragged him into the iron-walled prison cage.

Even though Urgot broke through the prison cage again later, he regarded the Piltover guards as enemies and vowed to retaliate.

The dyed-haired punk youth lowered his face, and in a place where Huo Jixing could not see, a sinister look appeared in his blood-red eyes.

"Believe me, I once saw Urgot's fatal trial near the Sinking Hook."

"He is an out-and-out destroyer who oppresses us endlessly."

"If you can arrest him, I can secretly win over a group of people for you."

As long as you enter the Sinking Hook, I will make you pay with your life. The dyed-haired punk youth thought secretly.

Influenced by Urgot, the prisoners in the Sinking Hook hate people from Piltover the most.

Once they meet a Piltover man, they will directly attack him, cut him into pieces, and exchange him for Urgot's reward.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows, looked at the dyed-haired punk youth thoughtfully, and instantly understood his inner thoughts.

The dyed-haired punk youth mistakenly thought that Huo Jixing was a Piltover guard.

Otherwise, who would run to the lowest level of the ditch area from the upper city of Piltover.

Only the Dreadnought Urgot can arouse the interest of the Piltover man.

"How can I believe you?"

Huo Jixing spoke in a deep voice, pretending to be surprised, but suppressed it well.

Seeing this, the dyed-haired punk youth was delighted, drew out the dagger at his waist, cut his fingers, and pointed to the gray haze sky of Zaun.

"I swear in the name of Janna that I will never lie, otherwise the storm will hate me."

The bright red blood dyed his fingers red, and the dyed-haired punk youth looked at Huo Jixing nervously, breathing a little hurriedly.

Huo Jixing pondered for a while and spoke slowly.

"I believe you for now. If the capture of Urgot is successful this time, I will report to the parliament and give you a reward."

"Now take me to the sinking hook."

"Okay, sir."

The dyed-haired punk youth bowed and saluted, imitating the Piltover etiquette he had seen from somewhere.

Then he turned and walked towards the surging dark green haze with brisk steps.

Time passed slowly.

Under the guidance of the dyed-haired punk youth, Huo Jixing had long left the desolate and dilapidated streets.

What was now presented in their field of vision was the traces of severely damaged surface.

As far as the eye could see, pits of different sizes were scattered all over the ground, as if this area had suffered countless bombings and destruction.

And in these pits, there were piles of chemical waste whose specific materials could not be distinguished, emitting an uncomfortable smell.

In the dim light, the Zaun people wearing alchemical technology devices were walking along the edge of the pits, looking down for useful things.

For the lower-class Zaun people, any discarded items may become a resource for their survival.

Occasionally, you can see some old robots handling corrosive and toxic liquids.

Although the robots look almost scrapped, they still stick to their posts and quietly clean up the polluted land.

Huo Jixing and the dyed-haired punk youth continued to move forward and went deep into the hinterland of the ditch area.

Their arrival attracted the attention of many Zaun people hiding in the dark.

These Zaun people stared at Huo Jixing like wild animals, with greed on their faces.

However, when they saw the dyed-haired punk youth in front of them, they hesitated for a while and did not choose to take action.

For them, the reward of a Piltover guy is indeed tempting.

But this place is very close to the Sinking Hook, the most dangerous and chaotic area in Zaun.

If the movement of the action attracts the attention of the brutal thugs in the Sinking Hook, they will inevitably enter the next round of fatal trials.

The Dreadnought caused a reign of terror, which was frightening.

But his presence overturned the iron boots of the oppressors and loosened the throats of ordinary Zaun people and prisoners who were about to suffocate.

Even if his final behavior did not meet everyone's expectations, no one violated Urgot's iron rule.

Anyone who died in the Sinking Hook must happen in his fatal trial.

"It's coming soon."

Perhaps he noticed that the atmosphere nearby was a little wrong, and the dyed-haired punk youth swallowed nervously and spoke in a condensed voice.

Normally, he would never get close to the Sinking Hook.

But this time it was about his own life, and he had to come near the Sinking Hook.

Fortunately, everything was about to end.

After walking a hundred steps forward.

Huo Jixing stopped involuntarily and stared at the huge mine in front of him.

From a distance, the huge pit seemed to be a hideous scar on the land, shocking.

In the sunken pit, many buildings with Zaun characteristics were built.

Although these buildings were extremely simple, they revealed tenacious vitality.

Densely packed Zaun people gathered in the pit, their faces full of enthusiasm and excitement.

Most of these Zaun people, who were called losers, had been transformed by alchemical technology and carried various kinds of enhancements.

The faint light of technology lit up and reflected on their faces.

"Sinking hook!"

Huo Jixing looked at the scene in the sinking hook, and his thoughts came to his mind.

Zaun also has a highly developed level of technology, but it is a completely different world from Piltover.

"Dark side?"

Huo Jixing thought of the flourishing city of Piltover, and compared it with the Zaun he saw at the moment.

Even though what he saw now was only the surface of Zaun, combined with the memories of his previous life, he could get a glimpse of the whole situation.

Zaun was much darker than the picture presented now.

"Where are you going?"

Huo Jixing retracted his gaze and looked at the dyed-haired punk youth who wanted to leave in front of him.

Hearing Huo Jixing's voice, the dyed-haired punk youth quickened his pace and ran towards a hunchbacked man in the sinking hook.

"It's the Piltover guys, they want... ah ah!"

The dyed-haired punk youth hadn't finished speaking when he was horrified to find that his body was spontaneously combusting.

Boom!

But in an instant.

The red-gold flames engulfed the dyed-haired punk youth like a fire snake, burning him directly to ashes without leaving any trace.

The Zaun people in the sinking hook looked at the extinguished flames and were stunned.

They retreated one after another, fearing that they would also be swallowed by this strange flame.

Huo Jixing laughed softly, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

As for the dyed-haired punk youth, he was just a person to have fun with during the boring journey.

Now that he has found the sinking hook, the fun should end his fate.

Then Huo Jixing ignored the prisoners who were looking at him from all directions, walked forward and walked towards the hunchbacked man.

In front of the mine pit of the sinking hook, a hunchbacked man wearing a one-piece alchemical armor was looking at him coldly.

There was a respirator on his back, and the liquid pool was filled with bubbling green liquid, and the atomized steam was rising.

"Who are you?"

The hunchbacked man asked with a deep gaze.

Unlike the punk youth who had never seen the world, he had overthrown the rule of Countess Voss with Urgot, so he was well-informed.

A person who did not wear an alchemical breathing device could walk freely in the ditch area.

"Carrying a Hextech enhancement body, or a transcendent?" The hunchbacked man's eyes flickered.

Huo Jixing looked around at the prisoners who were surrounding him, and realized that the hunchback man in front of him had a certain status in Shengou.

He didn't waste any words, and directly took out the blood token from his arms and threw it over.

This was a token given by Swain.

The hunchback man's eyes moved, and he took the token and looked at it casually.

He didn't care at first, but when he saw the Noxian Empire mark on the token, his pupils shrank.

"Noxian?"

The hunchback man looked at Huo Jixing deeply and grinned.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

"Shengou welcomes you."

After the hunchback man finished speaking, he pulled the prisoner next to him, whispered a few words, and walked quickly to the most central building.

After waiting for a while.

The hunchback man returned and looked at Huo Jixing, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"Lord Urgot happens to have time and agrees to meet you."

The hunchback man turned around and walked in front without asking Huo Jixing.

Huo Jixing seemed to realize something and followed calmly.

The predecessor of the sinking hook was a busy mine, and the exposed surface could still see the remaining metal ores, reflecting colorful colors.

The metal buildings on both sides rose from the ground, full of cyberpunk style.

Finally, Huo Jixing and the hunchback man came to a building that looked like an alchemy workshop.

The building was mainly dark green steel, with broken glazed windows and mottled steel shell.

It looked extremely dilapidated, but Huo Jixing could feel the cold and solemn atmosphere emanating from the building.

"Go in."

The hunchback stopped, turned sideways, and spoke to Huo Jixing.

Huo Jixing pushed open the heavy iron door and entered the building.

With the help of the dim light, he saw dried blood everywhere in the steel building.

Perhaps because of the long time, the blood has turned dark red, forming a shocking trace, silently telling the fierce battle that has taken place here.

Huo Jixing thought of the sinking hook that had changed hands several times.

Although it fell into Urgot's hands, it had fought countless battles before.

Huo Jixing walked slowly along the steel passage.

Halfway through, he noticed the movement in his arms and saw the snow-white Poro poking his head out.

Perhaps it was absorbing the power of the stars, and it was not too afraid of the Zaun haze, and was curiously looking around.

After a while.

Huo Jixing came to the center of a wide venue, and the hot breath filled the air.

"Noxian spy?"

A hoarse and low voice broke the quiet atmosphere.

Huo Jixing looked over and saw dark green mist rolling in the dark corner.

Boom!

A dull mechanical roar came from the darkness, and a giant leg covered in iron armor stepped out of the darkness first.

Next came another leg, and then another.

The last thing that appeared was a hideous face wrapped in an alchemical hose, with dark green liquid flowing inside.

Dreadnought Urgot!

The executioner of the Noxian Empire who once executed the weak.

"Who asked you to come?"

Urgot's bald head touched the steel purlin, and his crazy and cold eyes stared at Huo Jixing.

The metal muzzle in his right hand emitted green mist and pointed at the head of the person in front of him.

"Swain!"

Huo Jixing looked unmoved, looked up at the huge mechanical body in front of him, and spoke softly.

"Swain, the Usurper!"

A thunderous roar resounded through the workshop.

Urgot's eyes turned red, the sound of metal chains rang out, and a mighty force surged in the air.

"You were sent by Swain."

The huge armored legs moved, and Urgot rushed to Huo Jixing like an out-of-control tank, his eyes drooping.

"So, are you ready to leave a last word?"

Recalling everything he had experienced in the Hook, Urgot's eyes were full of pain and hatred.

It was just a word from the scheming man, and his life was completely overturned.

Urgot was ordered to come to Zaun to destroy a so-called conspiracy against the ruler of Noxus.

But when he found out that he had been tricked, it was too late.

At the same time, when he was far away from the capital, the usurper Swain had already seized control of Noxus.

And Urgot was isolated and helpless, surrounded by the spies of the Alchemy Baron, and dragged into the alchemy technology mine at the bottom of Zaun.

Everything he believed in was a lie.

Urgot was furious, but at this point he was powerless to change the situation.

Until the end, he lost all his qualifications, lost his original body, and became what he is now.

Huo Jixing looked at Urgot, and his mechanical body, like a mountain, brought a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Are you sure you want to do it?"