Chapter 14 Ruthless Marauder Noxus Scout
Iron Thorn Mountains, winding mountain roads.
Huo Jixing, walking on the thick snow, clearly noticed the difference in himself.
The biting cold wind is blowing against his face, but he is not as afraid of the cold as before. The fire of Nanli swimming in his body is dispelling the biting cold that erodes his body all the time.
After continuing forward for a hundred or ten meters, Huo Jixing felt more and more how much he had changed.
Compared with the past, it is completely different!
The howling cold wind, scattered ice and snow, and the rugged and winding mountain roads are no longer obstacles to progress.
He walked at the end of the team with a relaxed expression, and the heavy luggage on his back seemed to be nothing, without any pressure.
As if realizing something, Huo Jixing's heart moved. He looked at the scouts in front of him who were still suffering from the ice and snow. He silently wrapped himself in the gray-white fur cloak tightly, and his relaxed steps became heavier.
Hide skill rather than clumsiness, use obscurity to make it clear!
He didn't want to be too obvious and attract other people's attention.
Then Huo Jixing lowered his eyes, the dark green data stream flashed, and the simple data panel unfolded in his pupils.
[Name: Huo Jixing]
[Essence: 0]
[Power: 1.85]
[Physique: 1.89]
[Agility: 1.92]
[Spirit: 3.22]
[Skills: Intermediate warrior, wilderness survival]
[Talent ：Suzaku】
In the past half of the night alone, various attributes on the panel have been slightly improved.
“As expected of one of the four spirits in the sky!”
Huo Jixing sighed inwardly, the fire of Nanli brought by [Talent·Star Spirit·Suzaku] seems to last forever. It flowed along the blood vessels like an extinguishment, subtly changing his body.
He didn’t know how long this process would last, but he could clearly feel that he was slowly getting stronger.
This feeling made him fascinated!
Time is passing gradually.
Facing the biting cold wind, the Noxian scout team stepped on the thick new snow step by step, walking alternately on the mountain road back.
“Stop!”
Suddenly, a deep roar exploded, suppressing the whistling biting cold wind and resounding over the team.
At the front of the team, Captain Eric stopped.
Even though he was covered by a fur cloak, his hair and beard had already turned silver, and his face was covered with frost.
Phew!
Eric took a breath and waved his hand to sweep away the falling snow in front of him. With his excellent eyesight, he saw the hazy figure approaching not far away.
“The plunderer!”
Eric’s eyes tightened and he spoke word by word.
He did not expect that the route he deliberately chose would lead to encountering the looters in front of him.
As far as he could see, the cold faces smeared with blood and ashes, as well as the heavy fabrics and animal furs, made his heart sink.
According to Noxus intelligence, the Marauders are different from ordinary clan warriors and blood allies. They are elite warriors who truly belong to the Winter's Claw, and are directly commanded by War Mother Sejuani.
The scope of plundering ranged from the border of Demacia in the south to the border of Noxus in the east, almost everywhere.
In many rumors, they are better at killing than robbing, and their ferocious character is frightening.
Once they are overcome with bloodthirsty rage, their opponents can only pray for a quick death.
Clang!
Eric decisively drew out the giant sword on his back, pointed it at the target in the distance, and spoke in a deep voice.
“Kill!”
Bang!
The next moment!
Wearing a gray-white cloak, Eric looked like a white tiger coming out of its cage, stepping on the snow, wielding a sharp sword, and rushed towards the marauders not far away.
From the beginning of the encounter, this war was inevitable.
What Eric did was just to seize the opportunity and give his scout team a chance to win.
In the rear, without any gestures or orders, the Noxian scouts clenched the sharp blades in their hands, formed a triangle, and quickly formed a formation.
They fulfill their determination with actions.
Although the enemies have a reputation for being vicious, they are fearless.
On the snow-white ground, a Noxian scout began to run, like a hungry wolf pack, following Eric's footsteps and rushing towards the marauders not far away.
In the queue, Huo Jixing grasped the standard long sword tightly and followed the others.
After recent baptism, he deeply understood that in this frozen land of the north, the law of the jungle is the absolute truth.
If you want to return to the Noxian camp safely, you must deal with the raiders from Winter's Claw in front of you.
Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!
The dull sound of footsteps mixed with the dancing wind and snow, intertwined together, like the sound of passionate horns, resounding through the snowy land.
Above the snowy ground, a hundred meters away.
The armored and furred raiders also stopped in the snow and looked at the Noxian scout team they met from a distance.
"Haha, the War Mother is protecting us!"
Mandel wiped the frost off his face and grinned. Even if the wind and snow fell, he could not cover his cold gaze.
He casually unbuttoned his gray-white cloak, revealing his strong body like a giant bear, exposed in the wind and snow.
But Mandel didn't care. He took off the ferocious bone hammer on his back and pointed it at the oncoming Noxian scout.
Roar! Hoho! Hoho!
In an instant!
Many of the marauders roared in unison, roaring war songs, waving the bone weapons in their hands, and pounced on the Noxian scouts with ferocious expressions like angry Juvask boars.
Looking down from the gloomy sky.
On the gentle snow, two giant dragons with fangs and claws seemed to appear out of thin air. One head was covered in dark gray scales, and its swinging body stirred up waves of thick new snow. Its violent momentum broke through the cold wind.
A red and white head, with dark red dragon scales dancing under the scattered snowflakes, cut through everything in its way, and then with fearless momentum, it slammed into the oncoming dark gray dragon.
Boom! Boom!
A low roar echoed through the mountains.
There were only twenty or thirty people, but the waves they set off suppressed the snow curtain.
The sounds of sharp blades striking each other were mixed with roars, playing an impassioned song of steel death.
The spraying blood and falling corpses outline the tragic background of this confrontation one by one.
Clang!
In the rising wind and snow, Huo Jixing lowered his body to avoid the bone blade that passed over his head.
Then he stepped forward and slashed at the marauder's ribs with the standard long sword in his hand. However, the bone blade suddenly changed its direction and fell back to slash down, accurately hitting the sword body and interrupting his offensive.
Backward, rolling, snowflakes covered the armor.
Huo Jixing dodged the bone ax that was slashing from the side in time. Just as he was about to turn around and slash behind him, a Noxian scout knocked away the attacking marauder and slit the opponent's throat with a sharp sword in his hand.
With his eyes staggered, Huo Jixing recognized the figure of the Noxian scout. It was Moore!
Then in silence, the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, faced the incoming plunderers again.
Clang! Sonorous! Sonorous!
The dull sound of slashing sounds kept ringing.
During the desperate battle, Huo Jixing truly felt the physical changes brought about by Nanli's fire.
Fighting with almost full strength, the physical strength is very little consumed, and the fire of Nanli flows through the blood vessels, both physical strength and spirit are gradually recovering.
Phew!
With a fishy wind ringing in his ears, Huo Jixing swung his sword with all his strength, slashing away the plunderer in front of him, and at the same time, he slid sideways.
The next moment!
The heavy battle ax fell against his chest, scratching his armor and bringing up a few wisps of snowflakes.
His eyes were focused, and according to his muscle memory, he stepped heavily on the snow with his left foot, turned his body, and tried his best to pick up the long sword in his hand.
Pfft!
The sharp sword blade was wrapped with Pei Ran's power and directly cut off the plunderer's arm, and the blood spurting out stained most of the body red.
The plunderer, whose arm was broken off, looked angry. He endured the severe pain and used his head as a mallet to hit Huo Jixing in front of him.
Bang!
Huo Jixing was unable to dodge this collision.
After receiving the headbutt forcefully, he gritted his teeth and leaned forward, with the blade of the sword he was holding touching the plunderer's head.
Poof!
The two of them fell into the snow at the same time, throwing up some snowflakes. Blood and white syrup were mixed together and flowed on the snow.
Huo Jixing spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the plunderer below him, his red eyes full of reluctance and shock.
Don’t wait until the happiness ends.
A heart-piercing pain came from his back.
A slender bone blade ran along his right shoulder, from top to bottom, and opened a hideous scar on his back, with hot blood flowing out.
If Huo Jixing hadn't heard the fierce wind, he would have pounced forward in time.
This sudden stab almost cut off his spine.
It was this sword that brought him back from excitement to the current bloody battlefield.
"Huhu!"
Huo Jixing panted violently, knelt on one knee and raised his face.
The dark pupils are filled with blood, and the face is dyed red, like an evil ghost coming to the world.
In front of him, a cold face smeared with ashes was looking at Huo Jixing coldly, and the bone blade in his hand was dripping with red blood.
"You bastard of Noxus, I will cut off your head and drink it."
Facing the cruel words of the marauders, Huo Jixing responded with silence.
He slowly straightened up, pointed the bloody sword directly at the opponent, and then rushed towards the opponent fearlessly.
Death?
Of course he was afraid of death!
But the blood and the blazing fire of Nanli are flowing through the body, eliminating the fear in the heart and driving away the coming of death.
Bang!
Huo Jixing stepped hard on the snow.
The sharp sword in his hand cut through the cold wind, making a sharp and sharp sound.
Under the gaze of Huo Jixing's red eyes, the plunderer wielding the bone blade trembled.
He seemed to see a wisp of flame blooming in the dark pupils, absorbing the soul.
There is no time to react.
The plunderer suddenly felt the bone blade in his hand tremble, and the boundless pain invaded his mind, and then darkness fell.
Pfft!
The blade of the sword slashed across his neck.
The head covered with ashes rose into the air, and the blood spurted out like a fountain, falling on Huo Jixing's forward leaning body.
“Hunting. Frozen and fleeing!”
Dark red blood soaked into his pupils, Huo Jixing looked at the surrounding blood-colored hills.
Since I stepped into the Freljord, all the scenes I have experienced come to mind one by one like a slideshow.
"Kill!"
Huo Jixing straightened his body, shook off the blood on the blade, raised the sword high, and let out a roar.
It seems that at this moment, he has completely integrated into the continent of Valoran and adapted to his identity as a Noxian scout.
With his sword in front of him, Huo Jixing once again rushed towards the increasingly chaotic battlefield.
Victory means being immersed in a sea of blood.
Noxians are accustomed to tasting the wine of blood!
(End of this chapter)