The Glory of Noxus

Blue Flame Islands.

On the quiet sea in the distance, a small wooden boat was swaying slowly in the current, creating ripples.

At the end of the boat, a sturdy man in a red cloak was paddling hard with his back to the islands.

"Ah, we are finally back to Bilgewater."

He looked at Bilgewater Bay on the sea, facing the lights of this port city, which looked like a fool's gold from a distance.

"This is indeed a garbage dump full of hatred and stench, where murder and betrayal are rampant and unscrupulous."

He continued to talk to himself, expressing his resentment and disappointment with the city.

In the next moment.

The sturdy man's mood suddenly changed, and his weather-beaten face showed uncontrollable excitement and joy.

"Damn it, it's good to be home!"

After saying that, he shook his slightly sore arm and complained to the thin man in front of him with a gold-rimmed cowboy hat.

"Although the employer came to us with this contract, the price is too good to refuse."

"But I still miss the past livelihood on the Valoran continent. We have been to the City of Progress and its uglier and more embarrassed sister city."

"We have also been to the distant Kingdom of Demacia, stolen the collections of nobles, and sold a large amount of gold coins."

"But you still want to come back and take a look."

The thin man fiddled with the cards in his hand and said casually.

"I can't imagine that we are really back." The sturdy man wiped the water stains on his beard.

"The last time I came, things got a little heated."

"Miss Fortune Sarah played us around, me, you, Gangplank and all the participants."

"No one has ever dared to confront that madman head-on like her, and blew up people and ships directly."

When it comes to the interest, the sturdy man is a little excited and dances with joy.

"Everyone in Bilgewater was watching, and we were sitting in the front row enjoying the feast. We survived only because of our luck."

"Humph, I took you away."

The thin man raised his head, took out three cards in his hand, and danced between his fingers.

Thinking of the previous things, he was a little dissatisfied with Sarah, but he had to admit that she was quite amazing to be able to accomplish such a big thing.

The sturdy man looked at Bilgewater in the distance, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"I heard that she is the leader of Bilgewater now. Captains who don't follow the rules should be submissive and go to the bottom of Bilgewater Bay."

"Malcolm, can you be serious? We have deviated from our course."

Hearing this, Graves glared at Drizzt in front of him.

He was sweating profusely here, but this little bastard was sitting comfortably at the bow, playing with his cards.

He looked like a Demacia master lying down, with cards flying in his hand.

"If you want to switch with me, just tell me anytime, sir." Graves said viciously.

"No."

Drizzt shook his head and refused, placing the three cards face down on the barrel in front of him.

"Busy!"

"Besides, don't think I don't know that you didn't put in much effort at all."

Graves was a little embarrassed, and felt that his trick didn't seem to work.

Drizzt was right, the current of the Watcher's Sea pushed their wooden boat farther south, saving a lot of effort.

But Graves looked at the lazy Drizzt, still indignant.

However, he did not continue to make a fuss, but turned back to confirm the position below.

Now their wooden captain was crossing a dense forest of sharp reefs, like a dagger standing up from the sea.

Of course, the reefs exposed on the sea surface were not a problem.

Sailing is like taking on things, and the invisible sharp knife is the real killer.

Graves recognized the reef sea area in front of him, called 'Widow Maker'.

They are close to Bilgewater Bay and have taken away dozens of hunting boats over the years.

Looking around the sea, you can still see the wreckage of many ships that have run aground.

Broken masts are embedded in the reefs, broken planks are spinning with the whirlpool, and rotten climbing nets are entangled on the sharp tops of the reefs.

"These idiots."

Graves muttered.

Most of the wreckage is due to those stupid captains who are reluctant to spend money to hire the Baru Wave Speakers to guide them into the port.

Graves is very confident in his ability and drives the wooden boat into the range of the "Widow Maker".

The name of this broken wooden boat is the Fearless. It must be admitted that although they just met a few hours ago, he has liked her more and more.

Drizzt didn't pay attention to Graves's muttering.

He turned over the three cards on the barrel in front of him one by one, frowning, and then took them back and reshuffled them.

Graves saw Drizzt's expression change and realized that the result of the previous opening of the cards seemed not to be good.

Bang!

A handful of cold sea water hit Drizzt's face.

He stopped shuffling the cards and immediately looked up at Graves.

"Can you be more careful?"

"Sorry." Graves shrugged his shoulders, apologized, and continued paddling.

Of course he could be careful.

But he couldn't stand Drizzt's belief in fate.

Drizzt took off his gold-rimmed cowboy hat and wiped his face.

After wiping, he glared at Graves again, put the hat back on, and pulled the brim down.

Graves suppressed the evil smile on his face and plunged an oar deep into the sea.

This time, he felt very relieved, and splashed it right on Drizzt's side face.

"Damn you, goddess of luck, please open your eyes."

Drizzt said sternly, looked at Graves, and put a finger into his ear and dug it hard.

"You did it on purpose."

"Haha, I couldn't help it."

Graves laughed.

"It's your fault. You dress so brightly, wear expensive coats, and take a bath once a week, which awakened my vicious side."

Drizzt stood up angrily and pointed a finger at Graves.

But such a big movement directly caused the Fearless to shake violently.

Seeing this, Drizzt immediately sat down, holding the two sides of the boat with both hands, and a panic expression appeared on his face.

Even though he loved to show off, at this moment, all his cool and calmness were thrown into the sea.

Graves laughed heartily.

As a river nomad, Drizzt has lived in Bilgewater for most of his life, but he still can't swim.

Hearing the laughter in his ears, Drizzt took a deep breath and looked at Graves with angry eyes. His fragrant and oiled hair now stuck to his forehead like seaweed.

"You idiot!"

Graves pretended not to hear and continued to paddle.

After a while, the third bell rang from the port of Bilgewater.

"We're here."

Drizzt looked at the nearby Bilgewater Port and opened the card again.

In the vast sea of ​​the Watcher's Sea, there is a very special sea area.

Because it is located at the intersection of the Noxus Empire, the Ionian Islands and the Blue Flame Islands, it has become a complex area where various forces are intertwined.

And now, in this lawless sea, a naval battle is taking place.

The gunfire is intertwined and the smoke is filled.

On the turbulent sea, a dark ship was retreating step by step, and the crimson flag representing the Noxus Empire was badly damaged.

It was suffering from fierce artillery attacks from the pirate ship, and each bombardment would leave deep scars on the ship.

The soldiers of the Noxus Empire on the ship fought hard.

But facing the powerful firepower of the pirate ship, their resistance seemed so powerless.

In the diffuse artillery fire, the soldiers fell one after another, and the blood dyed the deck red.

The pirate ship seemed to be full of momentum, as if it was going to completely destroy the Noxus Empire's ship.

Their laughter and cheers echoed in the sea breeze, full of desire for victory.

After a cup of tea.

The Noxus Empire's ship stopped on the sea.

The pirates boarded the broken deck one after another to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

Heavy footsteps sounded in the pirate ship, accompanied by scolding.

A bloodstained Noxian officer was dragged by the pirates to the captain's quarters.

At the end of the dim corridor, a very painful scream came from behind a wooden door.

The Noxian officer recognized that the owner of the voice was his adjutant.

The cry echoed in the claustrophobic belly of the black giant warship, and every crew member could hear it clearly.

"Don't worry, it's your turn soon."

The pirate beside him pressed the Noxian officer's shoulder, signaling him not to panic.

Then, they stopped in front of the door and knocked on it.

After a while, a strong thug with a broad-bladed scimitar and tattoos on his face opened the door.

The Noxian officer immediately saw the adjutant who had completely lost his life on the ground.

"Tell me, when will the next Noxian Empire's supply ship pass through this sea area?"

Hearing the cold question, the Noxian officer turned his head and looked at the only burly figure sitting in the field.

This is a middle-aged man with a majestic figure and a full beard. His neck and shoulders are as muscular as a bull.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his blood-soaked forearms. His red cloak and tricorn hat were hanging beside him.

"Pah!"

The Noxian officer spat blood foam on the ground, raised his head, and looked at the guy fearlessly.

"Another tough guy from Noxus."

The captain stood up, drew out the scimitar from his waist, and walked in front of the Noxian officer.

He half-crouched, stabbed his scimitar into the Noxian officer's abdomen, and turned it a few times.

"Ah, you damn pirates, wait for the revenge of the empire."

The Noxian officer cursed weakly while blood foam flowed from his mouth.

The captain smiled contemptuously, drew out his scimitar, and threw the dying man away.

The heavy armor collided with each other, and blood stained the ground.

The ship got up and left, passing through the corridor and coming to the deck.

The wind was like thunder and gunpowder was like fog.

The black ships of the Noxian Empire and the pirate ships were tied together tightly with ropes and grappling hooks.

He looked at the Noxian soldiers on the deck, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his heart.

These guys are much stronger than the pirates he wanted to recruit.

"This ship is mine now."

The captain roared loudly, and his loud voice drowned out the whistling sea breeze.

"Is anyone dissatisfied?"

A Noxian soldier stared at the pirate captain on the deck, his resolute face covered with blood witch tattoos.

"We are the sons of Noxus," he roared.

"We would rather die than let ourselves fall into the hands of people like you!"

The captain frowned upon hearing this, looked at the other Noxian soldiers, and shrugged his shoulders.

"In that case, then..."

He showed a cruel and ruthless smile to his crew.

"Kill them all!"

"Burn and sink the ship!"