Chapter 10 Clan Warriors Ambush in the Snow
“The snow is getting heavier again!”
In the silver-white snow, Huo Jixing looked up at the dim sky, trying hard to wrap himself up Tight off-white cloak.
His face was frozen, his brow and nose were covered with ice and snow, and his body was sweating and losing a lot of water.
This is the second day of return.
Except for every day at noon and evening, the team kept moving forward rapidly despite the wind and snow.
Huo Jixing lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.
After leaving the Noxus post, he found that the atmosphere of the team there was a little different. It seemed like a volcano suppressing the anger, waiting for the moment to erupt.
Reaching out to wipe the snow and ice from his brow, Huo Jixing looked towards the front of the team.
As if he was not tired at all, Captain Eric walked forward on the snow, his strong body holding up his gray-white cloak, and guiding the Noxian scouts behind him.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
The sound of the howling cold wind was mixed with the sound of messy footsteps.
Huo Jixing's expression tightened and he looked far away, seeing a hazy figure crossing the snow hills and approaching quickly.
It’s DeWitt!
He saw the young Noxian scout sliding down the snow hill nimbly, his crimson composite armor covered in snowflakes.
After landing, DeWitt gasped and stood up, quickly ran to Eric who was at the front of the team, and said hastily: "Huhu, there are clan warriors."
Under the wind and snow, the atmosphere in the team dropped.
Alik wiped the frost off his face, frowned, and asked in a solemn voice: "How many people are there?"
"There are not many people, eleven or two." DeWitt gasped. Come, bloodshot eyes overflowing with murderous intent.
“Looking at their attire, they are clan warriors affiliated with Winter’s Claw.”
Eric exhaled a breath of frost mist, turned to look at the Noxian scouts behind him who were watching him, grinned, and laughed softly: "Get ready, we can't let these winter bastards go."
In the cold tone, there was irrepressible iron-blooded killing.
Then everyone began to slowly arrange their composite armors, wipe their sharp weapons, and get ready for everything in the wind and snow.
The silent volcano has already been rising into flames!
The cold wind howled and the sky was filled with ice and snow.
The dancing snowflakes swayed and fell from the dim sky, covering the mountains in silver.
Brown pulled out his gray worn-out fur boots from the thick snow, whipped them against the cold wind, his face pricked by the ice and snow, and walked forward slowly with heavy steps.
"Huhu!"
With heavy breathing, Brown wiped away the messy ice residue on his cheeks and looked at the snow-covered, cookie-cutter hills in front of him.
Perhaps it was too cold, so he stretched out his hands and tightened his thick fur cloak, looking around at the almost identical environment around him while waiting for his companions behind him.
After a few breaths.
A group of clan warriors dressed similarly to Brown walked over despite the wind and snow.
They were wearing dark gray hard leather armor and felt hats made of some kind of animal fur on their heads. They were holding various weapons made of polished bones in their hands.
"Hey, Brown, don't be in such a hurry."
A low and rough voice mixed with the cold wind sounded in Brown's ears.
"There are very few prey in this weather, let alone those damn Noxian bastards!"
Hearing this, Brown, who was already frowning, looked at the clan in front of him with cold eyes. Warrior: "We need food, and the clan also needs food."
The god of death turned into thousands of different faces and wandered on the frozen frozen land of Freljord.
Long teeth, sharp blades, numb frostbite and bitter hunger have become the test of death again and again.
If you want to survive, you must fight every death, neutralize every threat, and steal every advantage.
So going out every day is a choice before the clan:
Or survive by any means necessary!
Or die!
Brown stepped forward, his tall and strong body oppressing the clan warriors in front of him: "Look at your equipment and weapons. They are the hope of the clan. I don't want to return empty-handed."
< br>Winter's Claw has already issued orders to all subordinate clans.
Any clan that offers the heads of Noxian soldiers will receive corresponding food and rewards to survive the increasingly cold winter.
The cold wind was still blowing, whistling through the silent crowd, with scattered snowflakes piled on the shoulders.
"Okay, Brown, he also said it unintentionally." The old voice broke the silence under the wind and snow.
"Since time is of the essence, let's continue along the road. Well, after crossing the hill in front, we can reach the hunting spot marked by the clan."
Hold it tightly. With the bone ax in hand, Brown glared at the young clan warrior fiercely, turned his head, and looked through the dancing snowflakes to the raised ice and snow hills not far away.
"Let's go!"
Deep gray, like thick ink splashed into pool water, renders the pale snow.
The alternately trampled footprints extend straight.
The atmosphere that should have been silent gradually disappeared with the howling wind and snow.
They are both clan warriors and collateral relatives. Any conflicts can be discussed in just a few words.
Brown, who was immersed in moving forward, looked much more relaxed as he listened to the chatter in his ears. He didn't mean to do this, but the atmosphere in the team worried him a little.
The clan spent a lot of money on this trip, and they must gain something.
"Winter's Claw!"
Recalling the war mother riding the Juvask wild boar that he had seen from a distance, a touch of fire appeared in the depths of Brown's pupils.
How he longed to participate in the battle of Winter's Claw, which represented blood and glory.
It is also the future of the clan!
The biting cold wind blew across the earth, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the world with silver. On both sides of the winding mountain road, thick layers of white snow accumulated, covering up the dark gray soil.
Huo Jixing lay in the snow, letting the white snowflakes fall, gradually integrating him with the snow.
Even though he was wearing a thick fur cloak and under the snow, he could still feel the biting cold soaking into his soul, and his body was trembling slightly.
"Here it comes!"
The waiting time was not in vain, Huo Jixing's lips, which were purple from the cold, squirmed slightly.
The sound of messy footsteps came from this must-pass mountain road, which was the sound of gray and worn-out fur boots stepping on the thick snow.
As the distance gradually increased, there was a low voice of conversation, suppressing the sound of wind and snow.
Some of it is hard to hear, or I can’t quite understand it.
This is slang among clans, but occasionally some important and familiar words are heard in the ears along with the cold wind.
Winter's Claw Noxian War
Bang!
Suddenly!
The fluffy snow, like fireworks, blooms in the snow.
Huo Jixing, who had been waiting intently, immediately lifted off his fur cloak, stood up and jumped up. His eyes looked past the dancing snowflakes and saw the panicked clan warriors not far away.
He looked fierce, like a hungry snow wolf, quickly pounced on the 'prey'.
The winding mountain road.
Brown walked with heavy steps, facing the cold wind, and his companions behind him followed him step by step.
Out of caution, he waved his hand to disperse the snow curtain while looking at the rugged mountain roads and thick snow around him.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, a touch of panic suddenly appeared in his heart, and Brown had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.
Before he could speak out, a sudden change occurred.
Puff! Poof! Poof!
A dull sound sounded, and the thick snow on both sides exploded. Large swaths of snowflakes danced, mixed with the howling cold wind, disrupting everyone's vision.
The next moment!
A flash of cold sword light soaked through the wind and snow, cutting through the hard fur and slicing the throat of the young clan warrior.
Blank just watched helplessly as the young clan warrior beside him covered his throat with hot blood and fell to the ground. His frightened eyes were gradually losing their luster.
"Damn Noxian bastard!"
The cold wind was biting, but it could not suppress Brown's roar.
Faced with the unexpected surprise attack and the death of their companions, the clan warriors seemed a little panicked.
However, under Brown's roar, they quickly adjusted their emotions and waved their bone weapons to face the ambushing enemy.
——Noxian Soldier!
The crimson armor, the cold gaze, and the raised blade seemed like an erupting volcano, carrying a violent and bloody force, trying to swallow them in one bite and chew up their flesh and blood.
Poof!
Huo Jixing kicked off his feet, jumped forward, and threw down a clan warrior who was trying to fight back.
According to muscle memory, he stretched out his left arm, skillfully strangled the opponent's neck, and held on tightly. With his right hand, he pulled out the short knife from his waist and waved it brazenly.
Pfft!
The flickering light of the sword soaked through the wind and snow, easily slit the clan warrior's neck, and a large spurt of blood dyed his face red.
Until the struggling movement gradually stopped, Huo Jixing gasped and let go of his sore left arm.
When he stood up again, this planned ambush was already over.
Looking around the ice and snow mountain road, bright red blood, like red dye, is splashed on the white snow.
In the intertwined rendering of red and white, the cold corpses of lifeless bodies are embellished with random decorations on the cruel and merciless frozen soil of the North.
Huo Jixing stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his face and lowered his eyes, unable to see clearly the changes in emotions in his pupils.
What is the difference between those who have killed and those who have not?
He couldn't describe it in words, but there seemed to be a ripple of confusion deep in his heart, and then gradually returned to calm.
“Tsk, I’ve actually adapted to this kind of life!” Huo Jixing laughed at himself.
The baptism of winter, the impact of the war, the remaining memory fragments from his previous life, etc. seemed to be quietly crushing his former world view, urging him to integrate into this war as soon as possible.
Then Huo Jixing crouched down, ignoring the bright red blood, stretched out his hand to hold down the clan warrior's dirty head, cut off the ear with the short knife in his hand, wiped it casually a few times, and stuffed it Leather pockets at waist.
This is his trophy, and it also represents the military merit of Noxus.
"Well done, Xing!"
Moore, who was walking along the bloody traces, looked at the corpse with its throat cut at Huo Jixing's feet, and praised him.
Huo Jixing licked the corners of his mouth and nodded with a reluctant smile.
Moore was the third person he met in the scout team. He was calm and friendly.
During these days of integrating into the team, being with DeWitt has given him a lot of help.
"Handle it quickly, we should leave!" DeWitt ran over from not far away and said quickly.
"Why, did something unexpected happen?" Moore looked surprised, walked towards DeWitt, and asked.
“The tongue is dead!”
DeWitt looked solemn, thinking of the tough performance of the guy just now, and spat: “That guy’s bones are very hard, and he didn’t speak, Shifu The leader had no choice but to deal with him. "
Moore looked at the red and white snow, as if thinking of something, his eyes darkened, and he cursed in a low voice.
Then he quickly disposed of the loot and walked towards the team with Huo Jixing and DeWitt.
Not long after, the Noxian scouts put on their gray-white cloaks again and set out in a hurry, letting the snowflakes fall from the sky and flood the bloody battlefield.
(End of this chapter)