The Glory of Noxus

Winter Thorn Mountain Road.

On the towering hills covered with wind and snow.

The Winter's Claw tribe set up camp in this snow-white area and built their own camp.

Looking up, one can see gray-white dome tents, like low pine trees, dotting the hills.

Among them are the Winter's Claw tribe and some belonging to the Blood Alliance clan.

Around the camp, there is a scout outpost, standing like a towering tree, with blue rune flags representing the Claws of Winter flying above it.

Sejuani rode the Juvask boar and stood in front of the outpost, overlooking the movement on the frozen river below.

Darius's movements could not escape her eyes.

She saw many battle groups becoming active in the Noxian camp, and Noxian soldiers began to gather one by one and entered the trenches dug in front of the frozen river.

"Volibear, can't wait!"

Udyr walked along the rugged mountain road to Sejuani, pointing to the dim sky where thunder rumbled.

"The bears are ready to move."

Sejuani turned her body sideways and stared at the bear camp not far away with a cold expression: "Are they still not satisfied?"

During last night's battle, she had followed her oath and used the corpses of her people as sacrifices to the bear people who had lost their minds.

"Volibear originally represents wildness, war and blood." Udyr's eyes were deep, as if filled with many chaotic consciousnesses, glowing with dazzling brilliance.

"How can he be satisfied?"

"He longs for war, longs for us and the Noxian Legion to fall into endless fighting!"

Deep purple thunder streaked across the sky, and dark clouds pressed against the wind and snow.

Sejuani stared at the changing sky and fell into silence, her ice-like eyes becoming colder and colder.

"Georgi failed!"

Sejuani turned her head, looked into Udyr's eyes, and suddenly spoke about the Iceborn warriors under her command.

"Is it the little guy who was given the title of Giant Fist?" Udyr sorted out his confused consciousness and remembered a little guy he had seen before.

"Yes, behind us, in the territory of the Blood Alliance clan, there are some Noxus rats, wreaking havoc."

Sejuani looked back at the snow-white mountains behind her and held the flail in her hand tightly.

"I arranged for Georgi to deal with it, but four days ago, all news about him was lost."

The tribe's food was not enough to consume, so they could only draw some supplies from each blood alliance clan and transfer them to the front line. But now the Noxus rats appeared in the rear and destroyed many supply transport convoys.

As a result, many tribesmen in the camp have starved to death and will never see next summer again.

Whoops! Whoops!

The Juvask wild boar Steelmane under Sejuani felt the anger in his master's heart and kept trampling the snow with his thick hooves, showing off his sharp tusks.

"We only have one choice now!"

Sejuani stretched out her left hand to comfort the Juvask boar.

"Same as the first battle of the Freljord, defeat Darius."

"Then we march straight in, flatten the northern border of the Noxus Empire, plunder all supplies, and help the tribes and blood alliances survive this cold winter wave!"

Udyr opened his mouth and looked at Sejuani with a determined expression, knowing that he could not change her mind.

But in his heart, he was still worried about the bears and Volibear.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly!

The sound of high-pitched and fierce drums, like a sudden rain, came from the Noxian camp.

"Did you hear that? Darius can't wait too!" Sejuani drove Steelmane to the front, overlooking the Noxian camp that was fully revived like a lion.

"Their legionary drummers beat the drums of war!"

"We need to deal with them the old fashioned way!"

Sejuani raised her right hand and waved the Ultimate Ice Chain Flail, sweeping up the scattered wind and snow.

The Winter's Claw warrior standing on the outpost saw Sejuani's actions and immediately blew the huge horn in front of him.

Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!

The low sound of the horn sounded, spreading throughout the Winter's Claw camp and echoing in the gloomy sky.

The Winter's Claw warriors, who were already in a state of war, quickly ran out of their tents wearing robes and holding bone blades.

Blood Warriors, Hoplites, Mammoth Riders, Ice Bloods and more.

All the power belonging to the Winter's Claw, at this moment, was fully activated like a machine, gathering in the empty snow, looking at Sejuani who was riding the Juvask wild boar with a feverish expression.

"Ogay!" Sejuani roared angrily.

From the array, a tall warrior wearing a gray-white fur robe and hard leather armor came out, with blood marks smeared on his hard face.

"Lead the Blood Warriors and break through the trenches of Noxus!"

Sejuani pointed to the Noxian camp not far away and issued an order.

The frozen river has long been dyed red, but on the other side of the river, stretching trenches guard the Noxian camp.

They have become an obstacle that the Winter's Claw tribe must overcome.

Otherwise, there would be no way to storm the Noxian camp.

"Follow your will!" Ogay knelt down on one knee.

He looked at the snow-white ground under his feet, and his eyes gradually turned red when he thought of his daughter who had starved to death not long ago.

The bodies of many companions had been buried in the ditch in front of the Noxian camp.

But for Winter's Claw, for victory, more lives are needed to fill the long trenches.

Ogai led the blood warriors and sang the tribal war song loudly.

They were fearless and passionate.

They turned into a stream of red and white war torrents, pouring down from the towering snow-white hills.

"Archers, suppress!"

Sejuani raised her right hand again, and pointed the True Ice Flail at the trench in front of the Noxian camp.

Behind her, the Winter Claw archers came out, they pulled the bowstrings in unison, aimed at the trench, and shot.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The dense rain of arrows filled the dim sky, covering the sky and the earth, and then fell into the parallel snow trenches like a sudden rainstorm.

Those sharp arrows with barbs, wrapped in the force of falling, penetrated the sophisticated armor, and caused instant lethality.

Even if their companions died in front of them.

The Noxian soldiers were unmoved, their eyes locked on the war torrent pouring down from the hills.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of bowstrings, this time it is no longer the solo dance of the Winter Claw archers.

In the Noxus camp.

The sound of breaking through the air is endless, and sharp arrows turn into black shadows, piercing the gray sky, and falling down, with the iron arrowheads emitting cold light.

The next moment!

Countless red blood flowers bloom in the war torrent of blood warriors.

The sharp iron arrowheads easily pierce the fur and hard leather armor, and then pierce the muscles under the fat layer, cutting the blood vessels, leaving fatal wounds on the blood warriors' bodies.

From a distance, under this arrow counterattack, the war torrent seems to have a brief pause, clearing some blank areas.

But the blood warriors who came one after another quickly filled the gaps, continued to turn into a torrent of courage, and rushed to the trenches.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of bowstrings.

The overflowing blood kicked off this decisive battle!

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