The Glory of Noxus

First Krei

The warm sunshine in the sky, with a little bit of ocean moisture, sprinkled on the ruined buildings.

On the bloody street in the distance, a mysterious figure riding a desert dragon lizard gradually appeared.

His weapon was already stained with blood, and tiny pieces of flesh and blood could be seen on the worn armor, but this did not prevent Wilson from recognizing his identity.

The furious knight Krei!

That was also the purpose of his trip.

When Krei came closer, Wilson's tired face glowed, and his bright eyes had a strange color.

It is hard to imagine that a Yodel would join the Noxian Empire.

In the many rumors circulating on the Valoran continent, the Yodel are a peaceful and gentle race.

They prefer to pursue fun and a little bit of mischief, and their moral compass usually points to kindness and mercy.

The fearless and violent Yodel Krei is the embodiment of the will of Noxus.

He participated in most of the wars launched by the Imperial War Group in history, and received many different titles in the war group.

For example, the title of Admiral Major just now is one of many titles.

However, Krei's image as a general did not last long, and it was completely shattered in front of Wilson.

"Skarr, Skarr, don't move!" Krei seemed to be unable to bear the desert dragon lizard under his feet. He stepped on Skarr's head angrily, making it walk in a straight line and come to the crowd.

"Lord Krei!"

Wilson took a deep breath, adjusted his red and gray robe, walked forward, and saluted Krei respectfully.

"This is the Legion Advisor." Leon also walked forward and spoke.

"Shut up, Leon!" Krei spoke sternly to his orderly, and then rode Skarr and walked in front of Wilson.

"I remember you, Wilson, Darius's Legion Advisor!"

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the short and imposing Krei in front of him, Wilson took out a wax-covered letter from his robe and handed it over.

"This is the letter General Darius asked me to hand over to you!"

"Darius!?"

Kree looked surprised, and then seemed to think of something, the corner of his mouth cracked, pulling out a graceful arc, and his sharp teeth were like a beast showing off his skills.

"Hahahaha, did he encounter setbacks in the war with Winter's Claw?"

Kree stood on the back of the desert dragon lizard, laughing loudly while polishing off the wax and opening the letter.

As he finished reading the letter, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, leaving a solemn look.

"Swain this guy."

Kree frowned, because he had to deal with the rebellion on Falgarn Island recently, he didn't hear the news that Swain made in the capital.

"The old guy Darkwill finally got his comeuppance!" Kree laughed loudly.

Then he looked at the blood-stained buildings behind him, and tyranny was surging from his only intact eyeball.

"Wait for me for half a day, deal with things here, and I will set off!"

"Also, Leon, go and open [Noxtora] for me."

[Noxtora: A portal made of black stones dug out from the mountains around the Immortal Fortress, the capital of the Noxus Empire, has risen on most of the Noxus city roads. ]

It is precisely because of the existence of [Noxtora] that the Noxus Empire's aggressive pace can confront all enemies and expand continuously.

Kree seemed to see Leon's worry, and said with a ferocious look: "Don't worry, I will leave the most docile lamb."

"As for those guys with bared teeth, I will send them directly to hell!"

"Rebellion against Noxus? Ridiculous!"

As soon as the voice fell, Kree began to hit the head of the desert dragon lizard with the bloody axe in his hand.

"Skaarl, get moving, we have a lot of work to do next!"

With the departure of Kled, the originally silent nest once again surged with waves of blood, eroding every place and every corner of Falgarron.

They carried the anger of Noxus and drowned all the rebels.

The desolate and silent snowfield was howling with a biting cold wind.

A line of slightly messy footprints was deeply imprinted on the snowfield, as if silently telling the pedestrians' difficult progress in the cold.

Huo Jixing looked at the snowflakes circling in the sky, falling on his face, bringing a piercing feeling like a needle.

He looked at the Noxian veteran who was buried in the ice and snow beside him, and said in a serious voice: "Sharuba, find a shelter, let's rest!"

"Okay!" Sharuba responded in a deep voice, stretched out his hand to wipe the ice residue on his brow, left the team alone, and entered the cold and silent snowfield.

About a cup of tea later.

Guided by the marks left along the way, Huo Jixing and his party walked into the desolate forest.

The vegetation in the forest was withered, and most of what could be seen were withered trees and rocks. It was a desolate scene without any breath of life.

Huo Jixing casually found a dead tree, leaned against the frozen trunk, and began to rest.

Although there was still cold wind in the forest, it was much better than the snow on the mountain road.

The Noxian scouts also found their positions, took out dry and hard food, and recovered their consumed physical strength as soon as possible.

Huo Jixing slightly loosened the tightly wrapped fur cloak, took a breath, and looked down at the body in the composite armor.

The loss of blood and qi caused by the previous use of [Suzaku·Ranwu] beyond the threshold has been almost compensated by lighting [Liu Su] and the recent nutritional supplements, and the smooth muscle lines can be seen.

The knife wound caused by Baloric the Toothed Crow gradually recovered under the healing effect of Nanli Fire.

This made Huo Jixing feel relieved.

After all, the frozen land of Freljord is filled with deadly dangers.

Only strength can ensure their survival.

Creak! Creak!

Heavy footsteps left sounds on the snow. Huo Jixing looked sideways and saw Oaks walking over, his empty left sleeve swaying in the cold wind.

In order to avoid wound infection and excessive blood loss, Huo Jixing directly used Nanli Fire to burn the flesh and blood and seal the opponent's wounds.

Even so, Oakes' body could not withstand the continuous trauma and became extremely weak.

"There are people following us. I don't know the exact number, but my feeling is unmistakable." Oaks looked pale and bloodless.

He was wrapped in a thick fur cloak and tried his best to resist the cold, but his hands and feet still felt cold.

"We don't have many choices. There is definitely no way to go back the way we came. Now we can only take the east mountain road to avoid the gathering place of Winter's Claws."

Huo Jixing looked at the Noxian scouts around him and nodded silently.

The Winter's Claw must have received news of the defeat of the Fangcrow clan.

With the violent nature of the northern clan, they will never be allowed to leave this snow alive again.

"Don't worry, we have exceeded our mission and also killed the leader and elite warriors of the Teeth Crow Clan."

Oaks curled up in his cloak, his pale face unable to suppress the sparkle in his eyes. He looked at the silver-white snow and chuckled.

"These are enough to explain to General Darius, and we can also gain enough military exploits."

In the past few days, they once again attacked a supply convoy and burned all warm clothing.

It was also that massacre that made the followers behind him show their flaws.

"Then I'll listen to you and go back through the mountain road to the east." Huo Jixing said.

He looked at the rolling snow-covered mountains in front of him. It seemed that there were no more chirping of birds and insects, only the cold wind whistling in his ears, as if he had entered another world.

This made Huo Jixing feel the horror of death.

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