The Glory of Noxus

Inside the mammoth hide tent.

The thick fur resisted the howling cold wind and scattered snowflakes.

An oil lamp was lit, and the dim light illuminated the hazy figure and the worn carpet on the ground.

"Tell me in detail."

Sejuani sat on the blanket with a big horse and a golden sword, looking at the blood warrior leader in front of her.

"Three days ago, Lukash led his blood warrior team to pursue a Noxus scout team deep into Freljord." The blood warrior leader whispered.

"But there has been no news so far, and it is likely that..."

Sejuani frowned, pursed her dark purple lips, and her eyes fell on the map of Freljord on the flat table.

This is a map drawn by the Winter Claw Clan and all the blood alliances with great effort.

It details the location of each area in Freljord, and after the name, the different danger levels are noted.

Now, just in front of the location of the Winter Claw Clan, in the southern area of ​​Freljord, a large area of ​​red is spreading wildly, and some red lines have already touched the area around the Winter Claw Clan.

"Which Noxian scout team has sneaked into the rear?" Sejuani stroked the red area with her fingers and asked attentively.

"The fourth one!" The Blood Warrior answered without any hesitation.

"So, at least four Noxian scout teams have penetrated into our rear?" Sejuani frowned, her expression full of displeasure.

Then she stood up and walked in front of the Blood Warrior leader. Her tall figure allowed her to look down at the person she valued.

As if he couldn't stand the indifferent gaze, the Blood Warrior leader lowered his head, and his face, which was smeared with blood marks, was full of shame and embarrassment.

"I will go out personally and take off the heads of these Noxian bastards."

The Blood Warrior leader knelt on one knee and issued a military order directly to Sejuani.

"No need!"

Sejuani looked past the blood warrior leader and looked at the spoils in the tent, a deep red solid armor.

"Darius!"

She understood the thoughts of the Hand of Noxus and understood that the purpose of these scouts was to destroy the tribe's supply line.

Now the food of the Winter Claw Clan is seriously insufficient.

If the blood alliance in the rear is still lacking, then there is no need to fight this war, and it can be declared over in advance.

"I must win this war!"

Sejuani clenched her fists, thinking of the skinny tribal children she saw in the daytime, and thought secretly.

"Give the order, everyone finish the repairs and continue to set off towards the Winter Thorn Mountain Road." Sejuani ordered the blood warrior leader in front of her.

"Yes!" The blood warrior leader looked at the stern-looking war mother and turned away.

Sejuani couldn't wait.

She wanted to end this protracted war and avoid the death of more tribesmen.

"Then why can't Darius wait?"

The sudden invasion of the Noxian Legion disrupted her plan.

But the direction of this war is still in her control.

Sejuani recalled the news she had heard before. The Noxian Empire suffered a great defeat in the Ionian Islands, and the elite of the Legion suffered heavy losses, and began to switch from offense to defense.

"Besides that, the Noxian Empire must have something I don't know about!"

"But it doesn't matter now!" Sejuani's hand grasped the armor, and a touch of blue frost quickly spread, freezing the armor.

"Darius, I will defeat you again."

Back to the desktop, Sejuani looked at the unfolded map, stretched out her hand to call the blood warrior guarding beside her and ordered.

"Go and talk to the leader of the Tooth Crow Clan, let him come to see me!"

Ironthorn Mountains.

The dawn before dawn drives away the curtain of night.

The snowflakes are still falling on the undulating mountains with silver-gray light.

As the dawn glow fell, the air was filled with the strong smell of rust.

In addition, the blood left after the battles eroded the snow-white ground like a gurgling stream.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves like a torrential rain sounded.

It broke the silence between the snow hills of the mountains and startled the new snow.

Eight cavalrymen wearing black and red armor rode armored war horses and galloped through the mountain roads. The hooves of the horses running hard were stained with blood.

These were the scout cavalry of the Noxian Legion.

They were all elites selected by the Legion's consultants, with a total number of only 120.

Compared with ordinary scouts, they had better armor and weapons, were commanded by Darius himself, and were permanently attached to Darius.

Usually they were entrusted with urgent tasks such as reconnaissance and messaging.

After crossing the dirt slope, the view behind suddenly opened up, and a huge camp with a smell of fireworks was seen, and the noise filled the sky above the mountains.

Hearing the rapid sound of horse hooves, the soldiers at the entrance of the camp looked towards the source of the sound.

Seeing that it was a scout cavalry, they immediately pushed aside the chevaux de frise, leaving enough space for passage.

In the center of the camp, a huge leather tent stood, with a red imperial flag fluttering.

As if he had noticed someone coming, Darius signaled the Noxian soldiers behind him to stop and put on their heavy and ferocious armor.

The tent was pushed open, and a tall Noxian man wrapped in silver-gray armor walked in and saluted Darius respectfully.

"Ben, what's the matter?"

Darius turned around and looked at Captain Ben Faron in front of him and asked.

"The scouts sent news that the location of the Winter Claw tribe has been roughly locked." Captain Ben Faron looked up, and the red eyes in his helmet were reflected.

Like the Legion Advisor Wilson, Ben Faron has been following Darius for many years and is highly valued. He is Darius's right-hand man.

Hearing this, Darius quickly stepped to the conference table, stretched out his hand to spread out the map, and scanned the area of ​​​​Freljord with his dark eyes.

"Continue to send out scouts. I need to know the specific location of the Winter Claw tribe." Darius pointed to several places marked on the map and spoke in a serious voice.

"Also, give orders to have the Vanguard go out and clear out the clan warriors around."

"Before the decisive battle, I don't want to see any clan warriors."

Captain Ben Faron hesitated for a while, and a dull voice came from the silver-gray helmet: "Do you need me to go?"

Darius looked at Captain Faron, shook his head gently on his hard face, and his deep eyes became deeper and deeper, as if a layer of blood covered the black pupils.

"No, this is just a test attack."

"What I want is to defeat the Winter Claw Clan and win the final victory in this war!"

Darius thought of Sejuani riding the Juvask boar, and a low voice sounded in the tent.

"Then return to the Immortal Fortress with the glory of Noxus!"

Soon after, a roar sounded in the camp.

First, a scout cavalry ran and galloped on the snow like a pack of wolves, rushing in all directions.

Then came the Vanguard.

The densely packed Noxian soldiers, wearing solid armor and holding sharp blades, rushed towards the boundless land of ice and snow.

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