The Glory of Noxus

The winter nights in Freljord are a bit long.

But as time goes by, a ray of light gradually appears, soaking the gloomy sky.

In just a moment, the crimson dawn breaks through the clouds and covers the scattered snowflakes with a layer of brilliant clouds.

Huo Jixing stood up and looked at the distant white skyline. The bright dawn light was descending on the world with an unstoppable force.

"Another day of sunrise!"

The armored centurion Eric woke up at some point and stood at the entrance of the cave.

"Centurion!"

Huo Jixing turned around and looked at Eric in front of him with a little respect.

Yesterday's hunting, the scene of Eric fighting the snow boar alive was still vivid, which made him full of awe.

"Wake up those lazy guys, I'll go out for a while."

Eric patted Huo Jixing's shoulder, walked into the snow against the wind and snow.

Looking at the back that was getting farther and farther away, Huo Jixing and Dewitt divided their work.

Devitt went deep into the cave to wake up the sleeping Noxian scouts; Huo Jixing grabbed a few handfuls of ice and snow at the edge of the cave and put them into the iron pot next to the campfire.

The flames rose and the ice and snow melted.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the snow water was boiling and bubbling. He took out the wild boar jerky that he had processed last night from his backpack and put it in to cook a boiling hot broth.

At the same time, Eric returned in the snow and, together with the awakened Noxian scouts, had a simple breakfast and started a new journey.

It was winter, close to noon.

The howling cold wind kept rolling up the snow and covered the silver-white earth.

Huo Jixing wiped the frost on his cheeks, lowered his head and panted, and wrapped his fur cloak tightly.

As he went deeper into Freljord, the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, almost covering the sky.

Above the dim sky, the clouds gradually thickened, and no light could be seen at all. Although the sunrise at noon had arrived, the sky was still dim.

This was the ninth day of the mission.

Since the last hunt, Eric led the Noxian scouts to continue to go deep into Freljord.

Huo Jixing tried hard to open his eyes covered with fine icicles and looked around at the snow-white world around him. After walking so far, he still didn't see any other signs of life except the snow boars he had hunted.

"Freljord!" Huo Jixing thought to himself.

This desolate and cold northern frozen land, with no end in sight, was all silver-white.

In the distance, there would occasionally be storms and lightning, ravaging the world.

Walking slowly on this northern frozen land, Huo Jixing could not feel the trace of the passage of time, as if time was frozen, and he didn't know whether it was a few minutes or a few hours.

He could only follow the team silently, follow Eric's steps, and move forward one step at a time.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

From noon to dusk, the cold wind became more and more biting.

Huo Jixing thought it was another day of ordinary travel, but when the sun was about to set, the silent and low-key team suddenly became a little restless.

Huo Jixing's heart moved and he looked up.

Not far from him, in the white snow curtain, clusters of hazy and uneven rocks appeared, like a few huge frozen fingers, supporting the hills that blocked the wind and snow.

On the top of the hill, a slightly tilted red flag fluttered in the cold wind.

It's a Noxian sentry!

Looking at the red flag with a double-edged axe printed on it, the silent team suddenly became restless.

"Be careful!"

At the front of the team, the centurion Eric raised his right hand and spoke in a deep voice.

The cold wind and snow blew by, the restless atmosphere disappeared, and every Noxian scout quietly clenched the sharp blade in his hand.

Huo Jixing, who fell behind the team, looked solemn. Although he saw the Noxian sentry, Eric asked everyone to be careful.

Did something unexpected happen? Huo Jixing thought to himself.

But he kept moving, and like all the Noxian scouts, he followed Eric's steps.

At the front, the centurion Eric, wrapped in a gray-white cloak, crawled forward in the snow, slowly approaching the Noxian sentry on the top of the hill.

Until he approached the hill.

Huo Jixing then discovered that the fluttering red flag was a little broken, and the golden double-edged axe mark was stained with a little blood.

At the same time, he smelled the strong smell of blood in the air.

Something happened!

Huo Jixing's heart sank. Not only him, but also the Noxian scouts crawling on the snow at this moment realized that something unexpected had happened in the sentry post in front of them.

Carefully pushing away the cold snowflakes in front of him, Huo Jixing poked his head out and observed the Noxian sentry post.

The next moment!

A trace of horror and fear appeared on his pale face.

Under the jagged and solid rocks, the tragic scene of the Noxian sentry post was reflected in his pupils.

The once heavy and solemn dark gray building had collapsed for the most part, and the parapets that resisted the invasion had also suffered serious damage, with some traces of frost and a lot of frozen blood remaining on it.

And around these collapsed buildings, dozens of naked corpses were thrown away casually like garbage.

Some of them were separated from their heads, some of their limbs were broken, and some of their bodies were covered with hideous scars.

The broken corpses piled up one by one, and the blood accumulated around them gave off a strong smell of rust after freezing.

The most striking thing is that there are layers of crystal frost on the surface of these corpses, turning them into lifelike ice sculptures, as if announcing something.

"It's the Iceborn!" Dewitt beside him said in a serious voice.

Hearing the sound, Huo Jixing, who was in a daze, woke up suddenly, feeling inner discomfort all over his body.

Surprisingly, although he was a little frightened and frightened, he was not as timid as expected. Perhaps it was the influence of the fragmented memories of his previous life, or perhaps it was the earlier battle of hunting wild boar in the snow.

In short, he is quickly adapting to the changes in Freljord and adapting to the cruelty of war.

"Iceborn!" Huo Jixing chewed on familiar words, and some relevant information quietly emerged in his mind.

Iceborn, also known as the Ice Bloodline.

It is the extraordinary bloodline unique to Freljord.

Specifically, it can be traced back to the ancient times of the Three Sisters of Avarosa, Serelda, and Lissandra, along with many related deeds and rumors, but the origin of the Ice Bloodline is no longer known.

However, one thing is certain, Freljord warriors with Iceborn can endure the bone-chilling cold brought by [Immortal Ice], and use it on the battlefield to freeze and destroy all life.

"The hand of Winter's Claw has reached here. It seems that the war is coming much earlier than expected."

Huo Jixing turned his head and looked around. DeWitt, who was lying beside him, spoke calmly, but his hands with bulging veins revealed the suppressed emotions deep in his heart.

Not only DeWitt, Huo Jixing observed that all the scouts who saw the tragic scene of the Noxian sentry were trying hard to suppress their inner emotions.

The wind and snow howled, and it was bitingly cold.

The Noxian scouts, clad in gray and white cloaks, blended into the thick snow, awaiting orders.

"End the mission early and return to camp."

Captain Eric, who was observing the Noxian post and the surrounding environment, took a deep look at the ice and snow sculptures piled in the center of the post, and spoke decisively.

The low voice ignored the wind and snow and accurately reached the ears of each scout.

"Get your hands and feet sharp, we need to get out of here as soon as possible."

Hearing the sound, the Noxian scouts immediately took action, wrapping their fur cloaks tightly around them and slowly retreating behind them.

They did not get up, but squirmed like earthworms, using the cover of wind and snow to leave the Noxus sentry and this land of death little by little.

Under the wind and snow, Huo Jixing looked back at the ruined Noxian sentry, and a haze appeared in his pupils.

He had a feeling that the journey back would not be peaceful!