The Glory of Noxus

Maybe it was affected by the war.

The snowflakes all over the sky gradually stopped and sparsely fell to the ground.

The rare midday sun in the Freljord was soaking into the increasingly dark sky and covering the snowy plains.

However, the bright sunlight falling down had already been stained with a touch of blood red.

In the snow trench, the fighting between the Winter's Claw tribe and the Noxian warband continued.

The two sides were so entangled that neither side chose to retreat, nor did either side give up their trench positions.

Endless fighting was taking place in the trenches strewn with corpses.

Touches of rich blood-colored aura enveloped the battlefield like clouds. The soldiers seemed to be tireless, fighting the enemy bravely in the harsh ice and snow environment without flinching.

Darius held the black cutter and stood on the high watchtower, looking at the chaotic bloody trench, which was falling into the hands of the Winter's Claw bit by bit.

These are born warriors who were trained in a cruel and merciless environment.

It certainly made the Noxian soldiers suffer.

"Send the order, let Shuojiao Luo enter the battlefield from the side." Darius looked at the area where Captain Farong was, his eyes lowered.

The heavy infantry of Noxus and the heavy infantry of Winter's Claw turned the trench battlefield in the front into a death mill. Broken corpses were randomly discarded in the snow and allowed to be trampled.

Dripping blood flowed along the trench, and the strong smell of rust filled the air.

The trenches were gradually filled with corpses scattered throughout their confrontation area.

Even though Captain Farong was still fighting hard, the area he was defending was gradually shrinking, and there were still blood warriors watching eagerly around him.

"Is it time for me to appear?"

On the side of the Noxian camp, the tauren Shininghorn Orlo was wiping the ferocious hammer in his hand, and the dense steel barbs shone with a biting cold light.

When he saw the flag commander at the high platform watchtower waving the flag at his regiment, he grinned, feeling that he could no longer suppress the manic murderous intention in his heart.

Shining Horn Oluo stood up and walked to the front of the battle group. The crimson sunlight fell on the golden armor, creating a different kind of brilliance.

He looked at the tauren warriors gathered behind him and raised his ferocious heavy hammer high.

They once succumbed to their enemies, but it was not until Noxus conquered this land that they understood what true freedom meant.

"This is why I fight for the Empire."

Shuojiao Oluo's eyes turned red, pointing at the bloody battlefield ahead, and roared loudly.

"charge!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the snow-white ground, dull footsteps suddenly sounded.

Shining Horn Oluo led the tauren battle group under his command, rushing towards the formation of Winter's Claw from the side as if going crazy.

The noisy and restless atmosphere is burning like a fire, burning the tauren's heart.

They were wearing special steel armor, their thick hooves trampled the bloody ground, and their sharp horns cut through the air.

Using Shining Horn Oluo as an arrow, the tauren warriors were like giant axes, cutting in the middle of the Blood Warrior formation.

Boom! Boom!

The ferocious heavy hammer overturned the blocking blood warrior, and the horns on it penetrated the hard leather armor.

The tauren battle group broke through the defense of the blood warriors, and then struck in the belly of the heavy infantry of Winter's Claw.

The heavy infantry of Winter's Claw were like an overthrown crowd, falling into chaos.

Captain Farong looked at the opportunity in front of him and launched a decisive counterattack.

He shouted loudly to the heavy infantry under his command, cooperated with the tauren warriors, and smashed away the panicked Winter's Claw warriors in front of him, killing them wantonly.

The chain hammer danced, and Captain Fa Rong, who was wearing heavy armor, seemed to be transformed into a killing machine, stirring up waves of bloodshed.

Sonorous!

The sharp ax chops, and the swinging hammer is cut off.

Three extremely strong Winter's Claw heavy infantry appeared in front of Captain Farong. They cooperated with each other and launched an offensive, preparing to intercept Captain Farong.

But in the face of the surging steel torrent, the three Winter's Claw heavy infantry were completely helpless. They only raised a few waves and were submerged by the torrent led by Captain Farong.

The Winter's Claw tribe, which was originally dominant, began to falter.

In front of Winter's Claw camp.

Sejuani looked down at the changing battlefield situation, and was about to raise her right hand, but when she waved it again, she fell into hesitation.

She prepared to let the Iceborn warriors lead the Blood Alliance warriors to attack the Noxian warband from the side.

But the figure on the high watchtower in the distance seems to know every step of her plan, and is always playing cards to suppress the attack rhythm of Winter's Claw.

“Learn from failure?”

Sejuani thought of Darius's miserable state during the First Battle of Freljord, when he was hunted down by the Winter's Claw tribe and fled back to the northern border of Noxus.

She wanted to ask Udyr for his opinion, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Udyr seeming to be meditating and regaining his mental strength.

"Um?"

Sejuani turned her head and looked, as if she heard the howls of the bear people, and wanted to join the fight.

She looked towards the Ursine camp and saw the Hunting Lord staring at her.

According to the oath, the bears must obey her orders before they can join the battle.

"No matter what, we must win!" Sejuani looked at the cold corpses covering the battlefield with a cruel expression.

She knew that her decision would make the corpses of her people become sacrifices.

But now the Winter's Claw tribe is in dire straits.

In order to let more people survive, she has no choice!

Swish! Swish!

The chains rang.

Sejuani waved the True Ice Flail in her hand, signaling the bears to attack the Noxian camp.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Seeing Sejuani's actions, the hunting lord could no longer suppress the desire for war in his mind, and let out a loud roar.

The dim sky responded to the hunting lord's voice, and thunder flashed.

The deep purple light fell on the running bears, corroding their bloody skin.

Even though they had harvested the spoils of Noxian soldiers earlier, they were still ragged and ran like savages.

Behind them were groups of wild beasts.

Most of these beasts running on the snow were bears, with different sizes and fur colors.

They were a group of lost ones, who were once beast spirit walkers, but now they were trapped in the ruthless giant bear form and lost their minds.

Perhaps they had long forgotten that they were once human beings.

Behind them were the monsters.

They were all strange mixtures of bears and other creatures, things from legends, nightmares, and folk tales.

But now they had been completely devoured by the beast spirits, and they no longer had the appearance of normal animals.

Under the leadership of the Lord of the Hunt, they turned into filthy waves, flooding the pale snow, and were pouring into the bloody battlefield.

The arrows that fell from the sky like drizzle, scratched the fur, and embedded in the flesh, not causing too much fatal damage to the bears.

They were running wantonly, intending to harvest the "feast" on the battlefield!

Noxus camp.

Darius, standing on the high platform, saw the filthy waves coming from afar, and a hideous smile appeared on his calm face.

"Haha, bear spirit?"

"Dare to sacrifice Noxians to Volibear!"

He immediately raised his arms and waved them angrily in the direction of the Lord of the Hunt.

"Try the gift I prepared for you monsters!"

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