The Glory of Noxus

The night is dark and the wind and snow are miserable.

The sparse snow curtain could not hide the crimson waves surging in the distance.

Georgi seemed to sense the uneasiness of stepping down from the Juvask wild boar. He forcibly grabbed the reins and reached out to comfort his companion.

From what he could see, the number of Noxian Scarlet Cavalry far exceeded his own team.

But tempered by the cruel and ruthless environment of the Freljord, they are natural warriors who are never afraid of any challenge.

Looking at the approaching Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, Georgi took a deep breath and stood in the middle of the mountain road riding a Juvask wild boar.

"For Winter's Claw, for the great War Mother Sejuani!"

He raised his arms and roared loudly, intending to lead the blood warriors who were ready to block the surging crimson wave.

"fighting!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Under the dark sky, barbed arrows fell like sudden rain, tearing apart the snow curtain and falling towards the oncoming bloody cavalry of Noxus.

But when the arrows fall, they seem to encounter invisible obstacles and most of them lose their direction.

Those who occasionally fall into the cavalry array will not be able to cause any effective damage.

Seeing this, Georgi immediately waved his hand, signaling the blood warrior behind him to stand at the front of the array with a shield in hand.

The narrow mountain road not only hindered their previous attack, but also restricted the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry that came to the rescue.

Georgi looked at the surging bloody wave.

Although the leader could not be seen clearly, they were able to walk side by side on the mountain road without any hindrance. There were only five Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

He clenched his fists and awakened the ice blood in his body. Dark blue frost gradually filled his body, and the ice weapons wrapped around his hands were also trembling.

Maybe the temperature is too low.

The dark blue frost condensed the air and compressed inside, as if it was turning into a rock-solid ice wall.

The Juvask wild boar that Georgi stepped under was also a little unbearable. Its thick front hooves frequently trampled the snow, and its tusks swung with its head and cut through the air.

Bend over and make a fist.

Georgi was ready to use the ice power he had accumulated for a long time to crush the blood-colored wave rolling in at the front.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of horse hooves trampling in unison was like thunder, resounding through the mountain road.

Georgi's cold eyes crossed the snow curtain and saw the person at the front of the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

A yordle?

Doubts arose in my heart, but the next moment.

A look of panic and fear appeared on Georgi's resolute face.

The yordle riding a desert dragon lizard and wielding a sharp blade reminded him of a Noxian hero who was active in rumors and biographies.

Furious Knight Kled!

He wanted to open his mouth and shout loudly to disperse the bloody warriors in formation.

But before any action can be taken, the bloody wave has arrived!

He could only swing his fist in a hurry, and the dark blue frost turned into frost mist under the blessing of Zhenbing Gloves, blocking him in front.

"Skaar!"

At the forefront of the crimson wave, Kled was originally walking alongside the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry.

But the moment he saw the dark blue frost mist, he immediately tightened the reins, and cold murderous intent surged out of his only intact eye.

The desert dragon lizard immediately accelerated, took quick steps, and led Kled forward.

Bang!

The terrifying crashing sound resounded throughout the battlefield.

The desert dragon lizard ignored the surrounding frost and swung its scaly tail, directly hitting the Juvask wild boar like a car, and Georgi, who was sitting upright on his back, could not avoid it.

The unstoppable force first broke the sharp tusks of the Juvask wild boar, then shattered Georgi's arm and threw him into the air.

The bone-crushing pain attacked Georgi's nerves. He watched himself rising from the ground, recalling the previous scene when he knocked away the enemy.

“So this is what it feels like!”

Then, he saw Kled grinning, swung the silver ax in his hand, and slashed down.

Click!

The ax blade fell, the condensed frost shattered, and then passed across his neck.

Darkness fell instantly, completely engulfing Georgi's consciousness.

At this moment, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry surged like a torrent through Kled's torn mouth, breaking through the Blood Warriors' defense with overwhelming force.

"Kill them all!"

Kled raised his ax high, and the dripping blood stained his armor and Skaar's scaly body red.

Behind him, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry looked cold, straightening the heavy lance in his hand, like a black spike, piercing into the Blood Warrior's body.

Those hard shields and heavy robes and armor were as easy to penetrate as paper in front of the sharp heavy lance.

Just a moment.

The sticky blood was like a heavy rain, pouring on the snow, and each hot body was trampled by the bloody Noxian cavalry.

Skaar, who became active, seemed to be out of control. He led Kled and ran around in the chaotic array, causing a bloody storm.

But this is not the end.

After the first round of charge, the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, led by Kled, quickly adjusted their formation.

The front army becomes the rear army, and the rear army becomes the front army.

Only Kled is still ahead!

"For Noxus!" Kled spat out the blood foam in his mouth, pointed his ax at the remaining Blood Warriors, and launched another fatal charge.

In the bloody battlefield, the remaining Claws of Winter Blood Warriors completely lost their fighting spirit when faced with the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry led by Kled.

They screamed in terror and ran around, but they could not get rid of the Noxian blood cavalry that surrounded them.

The bright moonlight hid behind the gray clouds, and the dim starlight fell to the ground.

This massacre belonging to the Noxians is over!

This pale hill has been completely dyed red by sticky blood.

From a distance, broken corpses, broken weapons, and a huge Juvask wild boar were thrown away casually like unwanted garbage.

The bloody blood gathered into a stream, carrying snowflakes, and flowed along the mountain road.

Huo Jixing looked down at the scene in front of him that looked like a scarlet hell, with a look of astonishment, as if he did not expect that the blood warriors who besieged him would be completely destroyed.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta!

Hearing the crisp footsteps, Huo Jixing looked up and saw a familiar figure in his sight.

"Wilson?"

He looked at the middle-aged man who walked to the top of the hillside and was protected by the Noxian blood cavalry, and spoke in surprise.

The middle-aged man in red and gray robes in front of him was the legion adviser he met in the military camp.

"Long time no see."

Wilson walked closer, looked at the skinny Huo Jixing, and said the reason for their unexpected meeting with a heavy expression.

At this time, he had seen the tragic battlefield at the top of the hillside.

Except for Huo Jixing, there were only a few Noxian scouts left, most of whom turned into cold corpses, lying quietly on the dry ground.

Huo Jixing licked the corners of his dry mouth, his expression was silent.

He dragged his weak body, passed Wilson, and looked at the scattered Noxian blood cavalry, looking for and healing the surviving Noxian scouts.

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