The Glory of Noxus

Under the cold winter.

In the courtyard surrounded by gray-white earth and stone walls, scattered snowflakes soaked in the soil.

Chichi! Chichi! Chichi!

The sound of knives, like drizzle, cut through the cold air, leaving behind traces of red.

Huo Jixing's eyes were focused, ignoring the wind and snow.

Step forward and swing your sword.

The steps are light and the sword swings are coherent and smooth without any sloppiness.

Upon closer inspection, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

As time passed, a hazy white mist gradually rose around Huo Jixing's body.

It's a strange scene created by the hot blood melting snowflakes.

Looking from a distance, the gray-white mist rising into the air is slowly changing, seemingly turning into a bird with spread wings, wandering in the courtyard.

Suddenly.

Bursts of chirping birds suddenly appeared, suppressing the sound of drizzle and shaking the chaotic snowflakes.

Finally disappeared in mid-air.

Sonorous!

The blade returned to its sheath, and Huo Jixing exhaled a breath of white air, which shot like an arrow five to six centimeters away and melted into the snowflakes in the sky.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

Light applause rang out, and Gregory, who was leaning on the wooden door, looked at Huo Jixing in the snow with an expression of amazement, and said.

"Your skills and fire power seem to have improved again?"

"I'm a little envious of Wilson's eyes!"

If there were people like legion advisors in his occult school, he would not come to the border of the empire to avoid the disputes in the royal capital.

Unfortunately, the Imperial Military Department will not give in.

Gregory thought of the Hand of Noxus today.

Darius, a legendary figure who rose from a commoner to the position of general step by step, had an extremely tough attitude towards many forces and nobles in the empire and never compromised.

"Thank you very much Amorin for your help. I got something from you while I was resting last night!" Huo Jixing walked over with a long knife hanging on his waist.

"Ha ha!"

Gregory chuckled, and he liked Huo Jixing's humble character more and more.

"Your skills should have reached [Advanced Warrior], right?"

"I just entered [Senior Warrior] not long ago." Huo Jixing nodded and admitted.

"The ingenuity of the skills is sometimes no less than extraordinary strength." Gregory praised in a tone of voice, and then changed his words: "It is just too difficult and cannot be endured by ordinary people."

Being able to fight against the extraordinary and lasting for hundreds of years, there must be merit in the way of craftsmanship.

And as Gregory said, if you want to make achievements in craftsmanship, you need to spend countless time and energy, which is far better than improving your own strength.

This is also the choice of most extraordinary people.

However, Huo Jixing felt that it was worthwhile to improve his skills.

During this time, he clearly felt the power of the fusion of skills and transcendence.

Listening to Huo Jixing's narration, which also mentioned the recommendation of his old friend Wilson, Gregory nodded, as if recalling something.

"Wilson is right. I have seen from a distance an extraordinary artist who has stepped into the realm of a master, defeating many powerful extraordinary beings, including several heroes and legendary crown princes."

"But Grandmaster"

"Understood!" Huo Jixing shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he understood that the realm of a master is indeed a realm that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He remembered Wilson's words and Eric's helplessness.

"The Way of Craftsmanship."

Huo Jixing's thoughts moved, and he looked at Gregory in front of him with his eyes.

If ordinary craftsmen can ignore the erosion of runes and magic and hold extraordinary items, can they resist or kill extraordinary people?

He still remembered that Gregory had mentioned that the empire was secretly conducting relevant research, using ordinary people to exert extraordinary powers.

"Is the sound of birds just caused by your flame power manifested?" Gregory asked with interest.

"Yes, I named it Nanli Fire!"

Huo Jixing's expression remained as usual, standing on the spot, slowly stretching out his palm and bending his fingers, making it seem like he was holding but not holding.

In an instant!

A flash of red-gold Nanli Fire suddenly appeared, hanging in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, in the courtyard where the temperature was suitable, a terrifying high temperature descended, distorting the air and evaporating large tracts of white mist.

Then, in Gregory's amazed look, red-gold fireworks spread along his arms, like a layer of golden jade clothing, extending up and down, covering Huo Jixing's body.

"The Fire of Nanli? A strange name."

Gregory stretched out his fingers wrapped in gray energy and touched the golden jade garment. The layer of gray energy melted like ice and snow, and there was a burning sensation at his fingertips.

"Horrifying heat!"

He looked at the red-gold flames and Huo Jixing, who was safe and sound inside the flames, and a different emotion flashed through his deep eyes.

Huo Jixing, who was driving the Nanli Fire, was unaware of it.

In the Noxus camp, he came into contact with ordinary people such as Eric, and basically could not see the extraordinary ones.

In order to avoid hurting Eric and the others, he would use Nanli Fire as little as possible, and he would not be able to use it at full strength during sparring.

This made him a little timid.

And with Grigri, he could use the fire of Nanli to his heart's content, like a child showing off the candy in his hand, extremely proud.

Just when Huo Jixing was about to say something.

Suddenly, bursts of energy fluctuations came from the wooden house, which made people feel palpitating and frightened.

ah--!

Then there was a piercing scream.

It's Amorine!

Gregory's pupils tightened, his expression changed suddenly, and he immediately turned around and ran towards the house.

Huo Jixing followed closely behind Gregory, drew out the long sword from his waist, and the fire of Nanli covered the blade in an instant.

Pushing open the wooden door.

Gregory and Huo Jixing saw Amorin, wearing a sweater and looking pale, walking towards the red fireplace, with a cold face full of struggle.

Boom!

As if sensing something unusual, the flames in the fireplace surged, and a large piece of hot flames gushed out, igniting the corners of Amorin's sweater, and it seemed to sweep all over her body.

"Damn it, help!"

Gregory looked angry, roared, and ran over quickly.

While running, Gregory's fingers intertwined and changed, pulling out bursts of gray energy, turning into a shield, covering his body.

At the same time, the runes engraved on the roof and walls lit up brilliantly, and the majestic magic power came down, suppressing Amorin's forward steps.

Seeing Amorin stop.

The flames in the fireplace became more and more agitated, burning the walls and carpets violently. It seemed that there was a pair of strange pupils overlooking everyone.

Clang!

Huo Jixing stepped over Gregory without hesitation, ran towards the hot flames, and swung his sword to cut.

Cry!

The slender blade cut through the air, like the cry of a red bird, and cut into the flames.

Bang!

A dull collision sounded.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly. He felt that what he cut was not flames, but leather armor.

"What's going on?"

Huo Jixing's heart sank, and the blade in his palm danced wildly. The red-gold Nanli Fire raged, instantly suppressing the surging flames.

Crack!

The red fireplace could not withstand the intertwined energy and shattered with a bang. Small pieces of metal fragments shot out like arrows.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing's expression remained unchanged. He held the hilt with both hands, swung his wrist, and swung the slender long sword with all his strength.

In a moment.

At a terrifying speed, the slender long sword left a trail of afterimages, turned into a red-gold shield standing in front of him, melting away pieces of fine metal fragments.

When the shield dissipated, Huo Jixing looked up and saw a pair of strange eyes hidden in the fireplace, staring at him.

No, it's not him.

It's the Nanli Fire covering the blade!

Boom!

In the haze, Huo Jixing's consciousness trembled, as if falling into darkness, and the surroundings were filled with nothingness and chaos.

"Where is this?"

When Huo Jixing came to his senses again, he looked around and saw only darkness.

Unwilling to sit and wait for death, he was possessed by the Nanli Fire, shining with red light, and then he walked with the knife.

Or maybe he was lucky.

Not long after he walked forward, he saw a towering stone palace standing in the darkness.

From a distance, the palace was tall and majestic, solemn and majestic, and somewhat similar to the current Noxian architectural style.

Following the darkness, he took a few steps forward and saw a flame in the palace, rushing madly towards the stone steps, just a few steps away from leaving the palace.

But even with these few steps, the flame could never step out, and the gushing anger melted the air.

"Mortal. Your flame!"

The surging flame seemed to sense Huo Jixing's arrival, and the humanized rotating flame twisted and made a majestic and greedy voice.

"Mortal, kneel down to your god and offer your power!"

Clang!

Huo Jixing swung his sword without hesitation.

The red-gold Nanli Fire gushed out instantly, burning the palace and illuminating the consciousness space.

"Ignorant mortals, wait... wait. What kind of power is this?"

The blazing flames seemed to have seen something terrible, and like the ebb tide, they quickly retreated back to the depths of the hall, not daring to show their bodies.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"You pulled my consciousness in, but you ran away in fear?"

Huo Jixing looked puzzled, and when he looked around, he saw the star of Jingxiu above his head, which was shining brightly.

"Strange, when did Jingxiu light up?"

Huo Jixing's mind turned, as if he had realized something.

When he looked for the stone hall again, he found that he had returned to the wooden house and was standing there.

The slender long knife in his hand smashed the fireplace, and the flying charcoal ashes fell all over the plush carpet.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!