Chapter 47: Captain Fa Rong of the Teeth Crow Tribe
Inside the mammoth skin tent.
The thick fur protects against the howling cold wind and scattered snowflakes.
An oil lamp was lit, and the dim light illuminated the hazy figures and the worn carpet on the ground.
“Tell me carefully.”
Sejuani sat quietly on the blanket and looked at the leader of the Blood Warriors in front of her.
"Three days ago, Lukash led his team of Blood Warriors to pursue a Noxian scout team that went deep into the Freljord." The leader of the Blood Warriors whispered.
“But no news has come back so far, it’s most likely already.”
Sejuani frowned, pursed her dark purple lips, and looked at Freir, who was tiled on the table. On the Zod map.
This is a map drawn with great effort by the Winter's Claw clan and all blood alliances.
The location of each area in Freljord is marked in detail, and the different danger levels are noted after the name.
Now, just in front of the Winter's Claw clan, in the southern area of Freljord, a large red area is spreading crazily, and some thin red lines have already touched the Winter's Claw clan. around.
"Which Noxian scout team is this to sneak into the rear?" Sejuani asked intently as she ran her fingers over the red area.
"The fourth one!" The Blood Warrior answered directly without any hesitation.
"So, at least four Noxian scout teams have penetrated deep into our rear?" Sejuani frowned, her expression full of displeasure.
Then she stood up and walked to the leader of the Blood Warriors. Her tall figure allowed her to look down on her most important person.
As if he couldn't stand the dull gaze, the leader of the Blood Warriors lowered his head, his face smeared with blood marks full of shame and embarrassment.
"I will set out personally to take off the heads of these Noxian bastards."
The leader of the Blood Warriors knelt on one knee and issued a military order directly to Sejuani.
“No need!”
Sejuani looked past the leader of the Blood Warriors to the trophy in the tent, a sturdy crimson armor.
"Darius!"
She understood the thoughts of the Hand of Noxus and understood that the purpose of these scouts was to disrupt the tribe's supply lines.
Now the Winter's Claw clan is seriously running out of food.
If there is still a lack of supplies from the blood alliances in the rear, then there is no need to fight and the end can be announced in advance.
"I must win this war!"
Sejuani clenched her fists and thought to herself of the emaciated tribal children she saw during the day.
"Go ahead, everyone has finished repairing and continues towards the Winterthorn Mountain Road." Sejuani ordered the leader of the Blood Warriors in front of her.
“Yes!” The leader of the Blood Warriors looked at the war mother with a stern expression, turned and left.
Sejuani can't wait any longer.
She wanted to end this protracted war and avoid the deaths of more people.
"Then why can't Darius wait?"
The sudden invasion of the Noxian Legion somewhat disrupted her plan.
But the direction of this war is still within her control.
Sejuani recalled the news she had heard before. The Noxus Empire suffered a major defeat in the Ionian Islands. The elite legions suffered heavy losses and began to switch from offense to defense.
"Besides this, there must be something happening in the Noxus Empire that I don't know about!"
"But it doesn't matter now!" Sejuani held the armor in her palm and a touch of blue frost Spread quickly and freeze the armor.
"Darius, I have defeated you once, and I will defeat you again."
Returning to the desktop, Sejuani looked at the unfolded map, and stretched out her hand to call the guard beside her. The Blood Warrior ordered.
“Go and talk to the leader of the Teeth Crow Clan and ask him to come over to see me!”
Iron Thorn Mountains.
The dawning time before dawn drives away the curtain of night. The snowflakes are still there, with a silvery gray light, covering the undulating mountains.
As the dawn glow falls, the strong smell of rust fills the air.
In addition, the blood left after each battle is like a gurgling stream, eroding the snow-white ground.
Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded like a shower.
Breaking the silence among the snow hills in the mountains, new snowflakes rise.
Eight cavalrymen wearing black and red armor, riding armored horses, galloped past the mountain road, and the hooves of the hard-running horses were stained with blood.
This is the scout cavalry of the Noxian Legion.
They are all elites selected by the legion's advisors, and their number is only one hundred and twenty.
Compared with ordinary scouts, they have better armor and weapons, are personally commanded by Darius, and are permanently attached to Darius.
Usually they are assigned urgent tasks such as reconnaissance and messaging.
After crossing the slope, the view behind suddenly opened up, and we saw a huge camp with the smell of fireworks rising, and the noise filled the sky above the mountains.
Hearing the rapid sound of horse hooves, the soldiers at the gate of the camp looked towards the source of the sound.
Seeing that it was the scout cavalry, they immediately pushed aside the horse-rejecting posts, leaving enough space for passage.
In the center of the camp, a huge leather tent stood, with a crimson imperial flag flying.
As if he sensed someone coming, Darius signaled the Noxian soldiers behind him to stop and started to straighten his heavy and ferocious armor.
The tent was pushed open, and a tall Noxian man wrapped in silver-gray armor walked in and saluted Darius respectfully.
"Ben, what's the matter?"
Darius turned around, looked at Captain Ben Farong in front of him, and asked.
"The scout cavalry has sent news that the location of the Winter's Claw tribe has been roughly located." Captain Ben Farong raised his head, and the red eyes in his helmet were reflected.
Like Legion Advisor Wilson, Ben Faron has followed Darius all year round and is highly respected. He is Darius' right-hand man.
Hearing this, Darius quickly walked to the conference table, stretched out his hand and spread out the map, and scanned the location of the Freljord with his dark eyes.
"Continue to send out scouts. I need to know the specific location of the Winter's Claw tribe." Darius pointed to several locations marked on the map and spoke in a solemn voice.
"In addition, please go down and let the vanguard battle group set off to clear out the surrounding clan warriors."
"Before the decisive battle, I don't want to see any clan warriors"
Benn ·Captain Farong hesitated for a while, and a dull voice came from the silver-gray helmet: "Do you need me to go?"
Darius looked at Captain Farong, and shook his head gently with a hard face, profound His eyes became darker and darker, as if there was a layer of blood covering the black pupils.
“No, this is just a probing attack.”
"What I want is to defeat the Winter's Claw clan and win the final victory in this war!"
Darius thought of Sejuani riding the Juvask wild boar, and a low voice sounded in the tent. .
"Then return to the Immortal Fortress with the glory of Noxus!"
Soon after, there was a roar in the camp.
First there was a scout cavalry, like a pack of wolves, running and galloping on the snow, swarming in all directions.
Then came the Vanguard Chapter.
Densely packed Noxian soldiers, wearing strong armor and holding sharp blades, rushed towards the boundless land of ice and snow.
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(End of this chapter)