The Glory of Noxus

In the dark room, the dim candlelight lit up, illuminating the figures of two people.

Wilson looked surprised, looked up at Huo Jixing, and shook his head gently: "I'm afraid that others will provoke you."

Although the dark clouds over the Immortal Fortress have been dispelled, there are still many hidden rats in the dark, frequently testing the Trifari Council.

People like Huo Jixing who are labeled as Darius are most likely to attract the attention of those rats.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly, and instantly heard the meaning of Wilson's words, thinking about it.

Then the two continued to chat about some anecdotes in the capital of Noxus.

Mostly Wilson talked and Huo Jixing listened.

Finally, after dinner, Wilson got up and said goodbye and left the two-story building.

Under the dim night, Huo Jixing leaned against the door, looking at Wilson's figure leaving on the street, his eyes flickering.

Hidden rat Black Rose?

He once again recalled Amorin's warning words.

Roses are everywhere, and roses can penetrate any hole!

"Just don't mess with me." Huo Jixing muttered to himself, closed the door, and returned to the room.

In the bedroom, the wooden window opened, and the dim starlight from the deep sky fell into the room.

Huo Jixing lay on his back on the bed, looking at the stars dotting the sky, always feeling that he had forgotten something.

"It's Moore's suicide note!"

He remembered a blood-stained suicide note that Dewitt had given him, from Moore of the scout team.

Like Dewitt, Moore was born in a slum outside the capital of Noxus. Because his family couldn't afford to eat, he joined the Imperial War Corps.

"I just happened to accompany Dewitt back, so I went to take a look by the way."

Huo Jixing turned around, took out the suicide note pressed under the armor, looked at the coagulated blood on the suicide note, and wandered away.

The next morning.

The light golden sunlight penetrated the clouds, filling the winter air with a cool breath.

The hill camp gradually revived, and the noise rose. Many Noxian soldiers showed a touch of joy on their faces.

Huo Jixing and Devitt finished their breakfast hastily, walked along the street, and saw the Noxian soldiers chatting and laughing.

Realizing that the news of the lifting of martial law in the Noxian capital had spread throughout the camp.

After leaving the camp, Huo Jixing and his party did not stop and went straight to the Noxian capital.

About a quarter of an hour later, they saw the unfathomable dark gray city walls and the buildings lined up outside the city walls.

Prosperity and poverty, but only separated by a wall, are like a natural moat.

Huo Jixing had the dark gray token given by Wilson, and passed the inspection very smoothly and entered the Noxian capital area.

They first walked along the wide and flat avenue, and then entered the high and low slums.

Until then, looking at the slums in front of him, Huo Jixing realized some of his misunderstandings.

It was similar to the medieval scenes recorded in the books of the previous life. There were piles of garbage everywhere and smelly black sewage.

The narrow streets and the buildings on both sides looked extremely old and dilapidated.

Some houses were no longer considered houses. Half of them collapsed, and broken tables and chairs could be seen inside.

The clean and tidy sanitation system in Huo Jixing's mind seemed to exist only in the elite warband camp of Noxus.

Or the immortal fortress within the dark gray high walls.

Huo Jixing shook his head gently, holding back his discomfort, followed Devitt in the narrow streets, and smelled the unpleasant smell coming from the surroundings.

There was sweat, feet, feces, and some rotten corpses.

Huo Jixing looked down at the black marks on the corner of the street wall, quickened his pace, and at the same time told Heini and Korda behind him to be careful with their feet.

Crossing the street, they entered the alley full of yellow and gray things and garbage.

After walking more than a hundred steps, Dewitt came to a low and dilapidated bungalow, and walked hesitantly, as if he didn't dare to move forward.

Huo Jixing saw a lot of pudding clothes hanging in the dilapidated room.

Most of them were gray and black, and basically no other colorful colors could be seen.

"Why, are you a little scared when you get close?" Huo Jixing walked over, rubbed Dewitt's head, and looked into the slightly timid eyes.

The closer you get to home, the more timid you are, especially if you have survived the battlefield.

He understood Dewitt's mood at the moment.

"It's time to go in, and take the gifts, don't drop them on the ground." Huo Jixing smiled softly.

Then, he took Korda and moved away, so as not to disturb Dewitt.

But in a moment.

Huo Jixing faintly heard the excited voices coming from the bungalow, the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and crying in different tones.

He smiled softly, turned his head away, and looked around.

The slums were indeed in ruins, with flies and rats running around. Occasionally, he saw children filling their stomachs with rainwater and pests in the cracks of the alleys.

"It's a world of difference, like heaven and earth!"

Huo Jixing retracted his gaze, and his inner thoughts were like a tide, with many ripples.

He found that the slum scene he saw now was too different from the Noxus Empire he imagined in his mind.

In his first impression, when he lived in the camp, he imagined that the society of the Noxus Empire was unusually tolerant.

All the specialties and talents of everyone will be respected and cultivated in the empire.

Instead of what is in front of him -

the environment is dirty and smelly, and many children and civilians can't fill their stomachs or afford clothes.

He then thought about the gifts DeWitt had prepared in the morning, which were some meat and heavy clothes received from the camp in his name.

“It’s true”

Huo Jixing couldn't use words to describe what he was thinking.

He is not a moral model and cannot do the things of a saint. He can only hope that the Trifari Council will lead the empire to rise again and bring everyone the status they deserve.

After waiting for a while.

DeWitt walked out of the low and dilapidated bungalow and came to Huo Jixing. His red eyes told the excitement of the meeting.

"Captain Ten, okay, I've already met with my family and told them." DeWitt said.

"When General Darius gives the order, I will apply to enter the Immortal Fortress."

Because the Trifali Council has just been established, Darius has many urgent matters to deal with. Things such as rewards for military achievements have not yet been implemented, but specific news has been spread.

Huo Jixing turned around and looked past DeWitt. He saw two dirty children sticking their heads out in front of the old wooden door, their cheeks dirty.

A man and a woman, they look very young, about seven or eight years old.

They looked over from a distance, seemingly curious, and when they saw Huo Jixing's gaze, they immediately retracted their heads.

After hesitating, I poked it out again, which was very fun.

"Your brother and sister?" Huo Jixing said softly.

"Yes!" DeWitt scratched the back of his head, his expression couldn't hide his happiness.

"I haven't seen them for almost three years, and they were a little strange when they met me just now. Fortunately, I used some deli meat strips to attract their attention."

DeWitt excitedly shared what happened when he returned home, saying that his father was not at home and only his mother and younger siblings were at home.

Wait until the emotions are almost released.

Huo Jixing and his party continued to move forward in the slum, this time going to Moore's home.

Halfway through, Korda, who was an elite scout, walked quickly to Huo Jixing and spoke in a low voice, his eyes flashing.

"Someone followed us a lot."

"It's okay. We are strangers. If we come in like this, someone will definitely notice it." Huo Jixing nodded gently, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked towards the dark alley behind him and saw a pair of alert and coveted eyes.

"It's rare for outsiders to walk these streets without guards." DeWitt pointed to the alleys extending in all directions and spoke softly.

"Especially after night, a lot of strange things happen."

Huo Jixing put his left hand on the handle of the knife and looked at the dark and dirty street with cold eyes.

"Guards? Those guys are far inferior to us!"

They were the elite warriors who defeated the Winter's Claw tribe and won the Second Battle of the Freljord for the Empire.

Already experienced the baptism of life and death!

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