The Glory of Noxus

Puff! Puff!

In the thick snow, a panic-stricken clan warrior wearing a blood-stained robe, stepped deep and shallow on the mountain road, and ran blindly.

"Noxians!"

"Why are there damn Noxians here!"

The clan warrior accidentally stumbled and fell in the snow.

Then he quickly got up, turned his head and looked behind him. Seeing that there was no crimson figure, he gasped.

He couldn't remember how far he had run, but he was thinking about getting away from the bloody battlefield.

The clan warrior looked down and saw that he was covered in blood. He didn't know whether it was his own or his partner's.

In short, it was not those Noxians.

"They are devils, the evil spirits of the Howling Abyss!"

The Noxians who surrounded and killed them were elites wearing crimson armor.

They were buried in the snow and suddenly attacked when the material transport convoy passed by.

The most important thing is that they are very familiar with the whereabouts of the convoy. It seems that they have been watching it for a long time, and they have set up a net in the places they passed by, which directly caught the convoy off guard.

"Flame, evil spirits covered with flames!"

The clan warriors looked horrified, and hurriedly picked up the cold snowflakes and wiped their faces.

"No, not here!"

The clan warriors looked back and saw bloody traces following the footprints, and there was a rustling sound of snowflakes falling in the distance.

"I have to continue to run away. I can't let them catch me. I must tell the clan elders."

The clan warriors panted and ran again.

Puff!

A gray shadow broke through the snow curtain, with a terrifying force, directly pierced through the clan warrior, and nailed him firmly to the snow.

It's an arrow!

The clan warrior looked at the arrow that pierced his chest with despair, and recognized that it was his partner's weapon.

Then a middle-aged man wearing crimson armor and leather boots appeared in the field of vision.

On that cold face, there was a scar across the left eye, but it could not hide the killing intent in the pupil and the hatred for him.

"You ran away quickly!"

Rand stretched out his left foot and stepped on the head of the clan warrior, then pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, ready to torture him.

"Rand, hurry up, the centurion is still waiting for us!"

Behind him, the young figure of Dewitt appeared, holding a bleeding ear in his hand.

"Not slow, kid!"

Rand raised his eyebrows slightly, immediately gave up the intention of torturing the other party, and directly used the dagger to cut across the neck and cut off the other party's ear.

After finishing, he did not look at the desperate clan warrior who was losing a lot of blood and was walking towards death. He walked in front of Dewitt and said with a smile.

"Let's go, go back!"

The two walked side by side and gradually disappeared in the cold snow.

Chichi! Chichi!

The pale and clean fur cloak wiped the blade in his hand. After several times, the bright red color soaked the cloak and took away the blood stains on the blade.

"Huh!"

Huo Jixing raised the slender long knife and blew on it. Seeing the handsome face reflected on it, he smiled with satisfaction.

Then he threw away the fur cloak that seemed to belong to the clan elder, swung the knife at the air and cut the scattered snowflakes.

"It's okay, the quality is good, and the continuous battles have not caused any damage."

Huo Jixing's fingers brushed the blade, and he couldn't help but think of the Digwo Castle mentioned by the quartermaster. The ore produced there is really good, and it's no wonder that there will be some thoughts that shouldn't be there in the future.

"Huh? Injured?"

Huo Jixing was surprised when he saw Eric walking over.

His eyes fell on the car formation with fire behind him. The figures inside were shaking, and the screams gradually disappeared.

"There is a tough guy!"

Eric ignored the knife marks on his cheek and sat down beside Huo Jixing.

"But I won in the end, adding another honor to my war record."

Eric patted the blood-stained leather bag on his waist. Judging from the degree of bulging, there were a lot of spoils inside.

"Look, Rand and Dewitt are back too!"

Huo Jixing looked over and saw Rand and Dewitt returning not far away. At the same time, the battle in the circular car formation also came to an end.

Blood is a symbol of glory, and the final victory still belongs to Noxus!

Not far away, the burning car formation ignited bursts of flames, and the orange light reflected the people in the snow.

Huo Jixing looked at the Noxus scouts who had assembled in front of him one by one.

After many consecutive battles, they could not hide their fatigue, and they had more or less scars on their bodies.

But they still remained excited, like a pack of wolves that aroused the desire to kill, and couldn't wait to start the next battle.

During this period, under the leadership of Oaks, things began to go more and more smoothly.

If we count them carefully, we have successfully intercepted three material transport convoys in succession.

Except for the water and food that we had prepared, all other materials were burned.

"Let's go!"

Huo Jixing licked his lips soaked in water, wearing a fur cloak, staring straight at the people in front of him, and slowly walked towards the dark snow curtain.

Eric and others behind him also calmed down and followed Huo Jixing, disappearing into the vast night.

About half a day's work.

This burning convoy was not completely covered by snowflakes before it ushered in a black shadow.

Wow-wow-wow!

The crows circling in the sky made a miserable cry and fell into the convoy, looking for charred flesh and blood.

In the distance, the Tooth Crow Clan warriors were rushing over.

They were wearing black feather cloaks, looking at the tragic and shocking burning scene, their expressions seemed extremely gloomy.

The remaining flames were melting snowflakes and some animal furs, producing gray mist that filled the sky above the battlefield.

The smell of blood that had not yet dissipated was still extremely strong under the blowing of the cold wind.

Mixed with the smell of burning, it made the air turbid and unapproachable for ordinary people.

The crows were not affected, and they searched.

The charred bodies of clan warriors appeared in the gray mist, which looked particularly tragic. Their skin was burned black and their faces were distorted, as if telling the pain they had experienced.

"War Mason!"

The corners of Balorik's mouth were stained with blood, which was the blood that overflowed after biting his lips.

As the leader of the Tooth Crow Clan, he had been eating dust for seven or eight days after this Noxian scout team.

Every time, he rushed to the scene after the battle.

Looking at the burning scene left in the distance, he hated it in his heart, but he could do nothing about it.

"I, Balorik, swear here that I will never let you go!" Balorik said with gritted teeth, holding the blue scimitar tightly.

Wait until Balorik finished venting.

A Tooth Crow Warrior came out from behind and said carefully: "The war mother Lady Sejuani sent a message."

"Ask us when we can take the head of the Noxian scout?"

Puff!

Black blood gushed in the air, covering the face of the Tooth Crow Warrior, and the panic eyes and trembling legs silently told his inner fear.

Then he immediately realized that the blood was not his, but came from Balorik's hands.

A black crow that was directly crushed!

"Hoo~Hoo!" Balorik gasped, his eyes red.

He could imagine Sejuani's anger. The Winter Claw tribe, which was already short of food and supplies, must have been in even worse trouble after his successive failures.

"Tell Lady Sejuani, five days."

"No, I will return with the head of the Noxian scout within three days."

"Yes, Lord Chief." The Tooth Crow Warrior knelt on one knee and answered respectfully.

"In fact, we may change the way we do things. This kind of tracking will always be one step slower than the War Mason."

Hearing the words ringing in his ears, Balorik suppressed his anger and turned to look at the Tooth Crow Warrior in front of him.

"Tell me, what suggestions do you have?"

The Tooth Crow warrior looked at Balorik's blood-red eyes, swallowed his saliva, and said softly: "We have seen the power of the war masons."

"Since we can't catch up with them, why do we find a material transport team as bait to lure them into the trap?"

"After all, their goal is to destroy the supply line."

"Interesting, interesting!"

After pondering for a while, Balorik understood what his subordinates meant, his eyes flickered, and he immediately said in a concentrated voice.

"Very good suggestions!"

"If the plan succeeds, I will ask for credit for you from Lady Sejuani!"

When the Tooth Crow warrior heard it, he suddenly looked fanatical, prostrated on the ground and thanked: "Thank you, Lord Chief!"

"Haha!"

Balorik laughed softly, rode Enuk, came to the edge of the burned convoy, and his eyes became colder.

"This time, let's see how you escape!"

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