Chapter 43 Bloody glory!
The night is dark.
The hazy moonlight penetrates the clouds.
With sparse snowflakes, the pale snow is covered.
Behind the low hills, in a simply erected shelter, there were whispers.
With the help of the flickering firelight, several clan warriors could be seen keeping vigil and talking in low voices.
They were playing with their trophies, and their robes were dyed red with blood.
The swords, bows, and axes used by most clans in the Freljord are usually made from a mixture of wood, steel, and bone, and are in no way comparable to the weapons and armor of Noxus.
Now these clan warriors are playing with their trophies excitedly and comparing the robes they are wearing from time to time.
Maybe they were talking about something interesting, they pointed at each other, and their wild laughter broke the silent night sky.
"Hush! Silence!"
Suddenly.
An old clan warrior with gray hair frowned and put his finger in front of his mouth, signaling everyone to be silent and stop talking.
He pricked up his ears, ignoring the howling cold wind, as if listening to something.
After waiting for a while.
A young clan warrior couldn't bear the silent atmosphere and asked, "Are there any Noxians at this time?"
"Shut up!" Someone beside him said, glaring fiercely. He glanced at the young clan warrior.
The old clan warrior withdrew his attention, looked around at the people watching the night, and said in a solemn voice: "There seems to be footsteps, but I can't hear them clearly. Everyone is on alert!"
Then, he Holding the bone blade, he stood up and left the shelter, carefully looking towards the desolate and dark snow.
On the frozen ice fields of Freljord, there is always a test of death.
To survive, they must be careful of every danger.
"Huh? That is."
The old clan warrior, who was observing whether there was any danger around him, saw a light shining on the snow in the distance, and looked a little stunned.
"Flame?!"
The next moment!
Under the light of the red flames, he saw many black shadows, coming in like undercurrents from the deep water.
"Damn it, it's a Noxian!"
The old clan warrior immediately woke up and let out a shrill roar.
"Enemy attack!"
The piercing roar broke the tranquility of the snow.
The clan warriors who were either resting or on alert quickly woke up.
After they hurriedly put on their robes, holding sharp knives, they gathered together and looked at the Noxian scouts who were approaching from far and near.
Huo Jixing, who was running against the cold wind, looked at the restless wind shelter not far away with a slightly surprised expression.
“Did you notice it so quickly?”
In the field of vision, a clan warrior wearing fur and armor stood up and observed the surrounding night.
If nothing else, they will be spotted soon.
"Tsk is worthy of being a clan warrior of Winter's Claw, full of vigilance."
Huo Jixing shook his head. He originally wanted to launch a surprise attack in the cold night, but he has always been with the Claws. The clan warriors who fought in the Noxian Empire were extremely cautious.
"Start the strong attack!"
After saying this, Huo Jixing pulled out the slender long knife from his waist and waved it forward.
The Noxian scouts behind him responded one after another, no longer hiding their figures, and started running in large strides on the pale snow.
But their eyes did not fall on the clan warriors in the distance.
Instead, he stared at the running figure ahead.
Flame!
A flash of red-gold flame.
On the slender blade in Huo Jixing's hand, it bloomed under the dark night of winter.
Terrifying, yet so dazzling!
Whoo! Whoops!
While running, the rushing cold wind became more and more biting, blowing away the black hair and cloak.
Huo Jixing could not hide his excitement.
The red-golden light filled his pupils, and the slender long knife held tightly in his hand was covered with a layer of Nanli fire.
“Now, it’s time to verify the results of my study period!”
Huo Jixing grinned, feeling the increasingly hot blood in his body, and heard the bang The sound of a beating heart. The steps were hurried, and layers of hazy white water vapor filled the whole body.
It is a phenomenon caused by melting snowflakes at high temperatures!
One hundred steps
Fifty steps.
Ten steps
Huo Jixing could very clearly see the clan warriors gathering together brandishing bone blades, and slang words rang in his ears. roar.
But when they saw the slender blade covered with flames.
Complex emotions such as fear, anger, and horror were mixed on the faces of the clan warriors.
[Suzaku·Nanli Fire]!
Huo Jixing kept walking and ran into the array of clan warriors head-on.
Boom!
In an instant.
The red-gold fireworks were like roses blooming, sweeping across the simple shelter.
The slender blade can easily cut off the sharp blade held in the hands of the clan warriors, cut through the thick leather armor, and wipe out the fresh life.
It seems like a tiger has entered the flock of sheep.
With just one charge, Huo Jixing completely penetrated the assembled array of clan warriors, leaving a trail of blood along the way.
The gap is too huge.
Not only compared with Huo Jixing's strength.
Even compared to the team members at the back, it is very obvious, like a weak child waving a weapon, but it cannot touch the body of an adult.
This battle in the night will end soon!
Facing an elite Noxian team specially formed to penetrate deep into the depths of Freljord.
This group of clan warriors who had just experienced the battle were really too weak.
In a head-on battle, it almost collapsed at the first touch!
Especially after Huo Jixing penetrated the array directly, the battle evolved into a living slaughterhouse.
The Noxian soldiers, who had already experienced hundreds of battles, would not show mercy to the frightened clan warriors.
They waved their sharp knives indifferently and started a massacre.
The red blood turned into thick paint, smearing and rendering the pale snow, faintly expressing the despair of the clan warriors.
Accompanied by the howling cold wind.
The bright red color spreads along the horizon and onto the silver-white snow.
Huo Jixing stared at the scene of blood and bones mixed in front of him with a normal expression, and shook his head in disappointment.
He had just started to warm up, and before he had time to take action, he didn't want the battle to be over.
“Strength has grown too rapidly!”
Huo Jixing reached out and brushed the blade, wiping away the covered fireworks: "These clan warriors who were once evenly matched are now too weak."
Clang!
The long, slender sword is sheathed.
Huo Jixing glanced at Eric and others who were finishing their wounds and harvesting lives in the bloody battlefield.
There are many clan warriors in this sheltered place. Judging from the trophies they collected, it seems that they have fought against more than one Noxian scout team.
"There are fifteen clan warriors in total, all dead!" Noxian veteran Sheruba came over and reported in a low voice.
"Go ahead and deal with it casually, then continue to set off." Huo Jixing looked at Xialuba, who had gray temples, and nodded lightly.
“Our goal is not these clan warriors.”
According to seniority, Sheruba has been in the army far longer than Eric. For the stability of the team, he let Sheruba serve as His deputy.
In terms of strength, Sharuba and Eric are about the same.
"Yes!" Sheruba replied in a deep voice, a trace of recognition flashing in his deep eyes.
When he first received the notice from Legion Advisor Wilson, he was a little worried.
Although the newly-appointed Tenth Commander is an extraordinary person with strong strength, this extraordinary person has only been in the army for less than half a year, and he was seriously injured once before.
He was deeply afraid that the character of the new captain would be difficult to deal with.
After all, the battlefield is no child's play. Once you make the wrong step, danger and death will follow.
Especially within the Winter's Claw tribe, there are also many powerful extraordinary beings.
Fortunately, after getting in touch with him during this period, Huo Jixing gave him very good senses, humility, courtesy, and a clear mind. Will not make blind judgments.
Hearing the order, Shaluba turned and left.
Shout loudly in the battlefield full of the smell of blood, asking everyone to finish quickly and prepare to leave.
After some tea time, all the Noxian scouts regrouped.
Under the leadership of Huo Jixing, they continued deep into Freljord, leaving behind a bloody land of ruins and chaos.
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(End of this chapter)