The Glory of Noxus

"It's the Fox Wanderer!"

Oakes walked into the melting snow, picked up the burned half of the tail and two downy hind legs, looked at them carefully, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Beast Spirit Walker?" Huo Jixing asked curiously.

Oaks looked at Huo Jixing's doubtful gaze and explained, "Yes, the Spirit Fox Wanderer is one of the cultivation states of the Beast Spirit Walker."

"They are the pathfinders and scouts of the Winter's Claw tribe."

"During the First Battle of Freljord, we fought against these fox cubs many times, with few wins and many losses."

Hearing this, Huo Jixing's expression darkened.

The War Stonemason's ability was fully demonstrated in this mission.

The Fox Wanderers, Winter's Claw's Pathfinders and Scouts were actually able to suppress them.

"They are eager yet cautious, quick yet quiet, and wise leaders respect those who follow the spirit of the fox."

Oaks thought of the Fox Wanderer who had just left in embarrassment, his expression became joyful, and then he spoke in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect these fox cubs to appear here. It seems that our return journey will be even more dangerous."

Huo Jixing took back the half-scorched tail and two downy hind legs from Oaks's hands: "Then we can't keep these things!"

The red Nanli fire ignited, burning everything in his hand.

Since Spirit Fox Wanderer is a pathfinder and scout, there will definitely be a large army behind him.

I just don’t know how many people are chasing me, or how many extraordinary people there are.

"Don't worry, his partner has been injured, and he will definitely not dare to get too close."

Oaks looked at the snowy curtain in the distance, as if he saw the angry Fox Wanderer but could do nothing about it.

In order to complete the ambush, the resting situation in the camp just now was an illusion.

They deviated from their original route and chose to take a detour through the mountain road to the east, so the Spirit Fox Wanderer who had been following behind them would definitely not be able to help but come over to check.

In the end, Huo Jixing discovered the clues and staged the drama just now.

Unfortunately, no Spirit Fox Wanderer remained.

Huo Jixing waved away the ashes in his hand, his eyes flashed with red light, and he saw the gloomy luck leaving in the distance.

"The clouds are too dim. Are you hiding your own aura?"

Compared with the previous cloud energy of Tooth Crow Baloric, Spirit Fox Wanderer's strength is not weak, but the cloud energy is too dim.

Huo Jixing was thoughtful, then walked back to the camp, leading the Noxian scouts who had woken up to move forward at night.

They can't waste their time now, it's a matter of life and death for them.

In the valley where snow accumulates.

A simple camp stood with bonfires lit around it, and many Winter's Claw warriors could be seen resting with their eyes closed.

A long chase through the snow in this game of cat and mouse.

Not only were the Noxian scouts tired, but as the pursuers, they were also a little tired.

In the center of the camp, a tall figure that was different from other clan warriors sat cross-legged.

He was not wearing any heavy fur armor, his arms were bare, and muscles like a horned dragon came into view.

The body is covered with indigo tattoos, directly exposed to the cold elements.

But he didn't feel any discomfort, because the threat of severe cold had long been ineffective against him.

"Quiet, Ironthorn."

Hearing the roar of the Juvask wild boar beside him, the tall figure stretched out his right hand to comfort the strong monster.

Smelling the smell of blood in his nose, the tall figure frowned slightly, looked outside the camp, and saw a thin young clan warrior approaching.

"You're injured, Le'er!" the tall figure said in surprise.

Able to serve as a pathfinder and scout for the Winter's Claw, the Fox Wanderer's tracking and hiding skills are enough to surpass the tribe.

"The information about the Teethcrow Clan is wrong." Ler, the spirit fox wanderer, walked up to the tall figure and spoke in a solemn voice.

"The Fire Extraordinaries of Noxus are very strong, and my partner is injured."

Leer stroked the snow-white fox in his arms that kept making noises due to a broken hind leg. His pink eyes were full of pain.

He admitted that he let his guard down because of his overconfidence.

But that guy's strength is indeed very strong, far beyond what is described in the Tooth Crow Clan's intelligence.

"We can't wait any longer, otherwise they may really leave the Iron Thorn Mountains."

Georgi Jufist pondered for a while, looked at Leer in front of him and the fox in his arms, and said in a solemn voice.

"You also said that that guy's strength exceeds the intelligence information, so we need to wait even more."

"Otherwise, Baloric's fate will be our fate."

"Are you afraid?" Leer felt his partner's teeth biting the skin, and his expression became angry.

"I didn't expect that you, who holds the title of [Iceborn Warrior], would be afraid of a Noxian transcendent."

"That's enough, Le'er, you've lost the caution and quietness of the Pathfinder." Georgi Big Fist interrupted Le'er's crazy words.

"The great war mother Sejuani is waiting for our good news!"

Unlike other Iceborn with ice blood, Georgi is an Iceborn warrior with a title bestowed by War Mother Sejuani——

Giant punch!

"You won't let War Mother Sejuani down, will you?" Georgi stared at the young clan warrior with red eyes in front of him.

Suddenly, the Juvask wild boar beside Georgi roared irritably, and stepped heavily on the snow with one hoof.

At the same time, the injured fox in Leer's arms also roared, with a hint of fear in his pink eyes.

"Who is it?"

Georgy suddenly looked solemn, looking at the dark snowy night, and quietly clenched his gloved hands.

"Relax, Georgy, it's me!"

The deep voice suppressed the rustling sound of the wind and snow, breaking the stalemate between Georgy and Lele.

As a blue figure approached, a smile appeared on Georgy's cold face.

"It's you, Hikaru!"

Around the blue figure, there were five huge frost fang giant wolves following.

These frost fang giant wolves have a sturdy body like a calf, and their thick gray-white hair sways with their bodies, creating a white wave.

While walking, the blue eyes swept over the Juvask wild boar beside Georgy and let out a low roar.

The natural hunters of Freljord, it was their arrival that caused the abnormal reaction of the Juvask wild boar and the snow-white fox.

"Frostfang Shaman Shikaru!" Le'er looked at the middle-aged man with a blue mark in front of him, his eyes filled with fear.

"Le'er, if the great war mother Sejuani heard what you just said, you would be scolded." Shikaru lowered his cold eyes and looked at the young spirit fox wanderer.

"It's just that Georgy has a good temper."

Le'er wanted to refute, but seeing the frostfang giant wolves around him eager to try, he swallowed his words.

"Since you are here, Shikaru, let's start this hunt." Georgy stood up, patted the Juvask boar beside him, and sat on it.

"Don't let Lady Sejuani wait too long!"

"There are more heads worth harvesting on the Winter Thorn Mountain Road!"

Seeing Georgy awaken other clan warriors, Le'er spoke in a deep voice and called them.

"Wait a minute!"

"I suspect that the Noxian superhumans have unknown reconnaissance methods, otherwise they would never easily find me and avoid being surrounded and killed repeatedly."

"Interesting!" Frostfang Shaman Hikaru touched the fine stubble of his beard and smiled.

"It seems that the fire ability of the Noxian superhumans is not simple."

"And his strength has improved so much in just a few days."

He had just heard Georgi's narration and knew about Le'er's failure and the fox's heavy damage.

"But it is precisely because of this that it is worth our cooperation." Hikaru stroked the head of the Frostfang Giant Wolf and looked at the sky with the dawn glow, his expression was dim.

"Frost will destroy them!"

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