Chapter 51 Bing never begs for mercy
In the rocky mountain forest.
Odd-shaped rocks and trees are piled up randomly to form a tortuous terrain.
The winter sun penetrates the clouds, bringing rare warmth to the cold snowy environment.
Huo Jixing leaned on the smooth boulder and chewed the hard dry food in his mouth.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, he withdrew his red eyes to look at the sky, and saw Heini walking over, holding a stone bowl filled with warm water in his hand.
"Is it the sword boy's duty?"
Huo Jixing looked at the half-grown man in front of him who was carrying a rune weapon, shrugged his shoulders, picked up the stone bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.
In recent days, he has experienced the benefits of being a sword boy.
The food is taken care of, the water is delivered, and there are always greetings. It is completely taken care of from beginning to end.
"Do you still need it?" Henie asked with wide eyes.
This was his third day following the team. What he saw and heard along the way made him full of curiosity about the Tenth Commander Huo Jixing in front of him.
Humble and courteous, with excellent skills.
Never harshly criticizes his subordinates, nor does he defend his rights. Instead, he blends in with them and talks and laughs happily.
This is very different from the team he was in before, or the atmosphere of most Noxian legions.
Very rare.
"No need, go take care of Oaks, don't let the wound burst again." Huo Jixing shook his head, turned his eyes, and looked at the mottled light and shadow cast by the sun not far away.
The rocky mountain forest chosen by Oakes contains not only broken boulders but also collapsed and leaning trees, which are mixed together to form a complex and changeable terrain.
It has also become their resting place in recent days.
The rapid progress in the past few days kept us away from the burned-out villages, and the traces left along the way were also cleaned up by Sharuba and Eric.
This is a warning from Oaks!
The Toothcrow clan has a very strong tracking ability. Even Oaks, a war mason, needs to be careful at all times and not leave any traces.
Everyone listened to Oaks' advice.
And this unfounded belief is not for Oakes himself, but for his identity as a war mason.
And in these few days, Huo Jixing deeply understood the importance of war masons.
Without Eric's pointing or Huo Jixing's frequent use of [Suzaku·Red Eyes of Fire], Oaks could easily find shortcuts and avoid being tracked by clan warriors.
But the environmental impact of ice sheets and permafrost still exists.
Since they entered the Freljord, the screaming cold wind and the continuous blizzard seemed like invisible ghosts, intent on burying all living creatures in the Iron Thorn Mountains.
"Huh?"
Huo Jixing, who was basking in the sun, saw an armored figure approaching quickly in the rocky forest.
It's Rand and DeWitt.
After carrying out several investigation missions together, the two seemed to have a certain tacit understanding, and they also chose each other as their partners.
Considering DeWitt’s strength and age, Huo Jixing is happy to see success.
"Captain Ten, there's a situation!" Rand ran quickly to the boulder, gasping for breath, and a flush appeared on his cold face.
“On the ice field in the distance, we found wheel marks and bonfire ashes buried in the snow.”
Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing the news. He couldn't help his emotions again and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, I hope there is something harvested this time!"
The weather in Freljord is really too bad. Cruel and ruthless.
Even if Huo Jixing has the blessing of Nanli Fire, he still feels a little unbearable.
No need to wait to call the other Noxian scouts.
In the lee of the rocky mountain forest, Oaks and others came over quickly after noticing the movement.
A few minutes later, after listening to Rand and DeWitt's narration, the silent atmosphere in the team became a little restless, and a touch of red appeared on everyone's face.
Compared with the fragmentary news before, this time it seems to be somewhat realistic.
"Everyone."
Huo Jixing walked to the front of the team, standing straight, his left hand pressing the handle of the knife hanging at his waist, and his right hand pointing to the sun that was gradually setting in the sky.
"There is not much time!" He looked around at everyone, with a cold look in his dark eyes.
“We must follow the trail before night, otherwise the blizzard and night will destroy all traces.”
“Ox, don’t let us down next!”
At the end of his words, Huo Jixing looked deeply at Oaks, and then roared angrily at the tauren standing at the end of the team.
"Haig, protect Oaks."
"Don't worry!"
Tauren Heig grinned, smiled honestly, puffed up his chest, and beat hard.
In the howling cold wind, rapidly falling snowflakes obscured the view.
The tall figure of the tauren enveloped Oaks, resisting the cold wind.
Huo Jixing seemed unaffected, walking through the fresh snow and falling behind Oaks and Haig.
He didn't know if he had the so-called command talent, but as a war mason, Oaks definitely had it, and his talent was extraordinary.
So he will listen to Oaks's advice at critical moments and even hand over command.
Just like what Sharupa and Sword Boy Heini said about him, he never defended his rights or acted condescendingly.
On the open ice field, there is a convoy full of supplies, heading towards the blizzard.
Pale snowflakes danced in the air, falling on the carriage shed and horse hooves, decorating the slow-moving motorcade with a layer of silver feathers.
Maybe the ground is too slippery or the weather is too cold.
Enuk, who was pulling the vehicle, would make a low whistle from time to time, and the air he exhaled formed clouds of white mist in the cold environment.
Squeak! Zhizhi!
The wheels of the cart rubbed against the snow, making bursts of sound. The clan warriors guarding the surroundings moved cautiously, their cold eyes surveying the environment behind the blizzard.
“It’s a material transport convoy!”
Huo Jixing lay on the snow, scanning the long motorcade and the blue flag fluttering in the wind with a slightly fiery gaze.
It is engraved with the pattern of Winter's Claw.
The convoy in front of us walking on the ice field has six carriages in total, each of which is pulled by a different number of Enukes, whose bodies are piled with fallen snow.
Visible to the naked eye, these Enuks are extremely tired. Their orange hair has not been washed for a long time and is tangled together under the falling snow. It looks like the long antlers of a deer. Some are broken and some are directly cut off.
In addition to Enuk, there were also clan warriors guarding the convoy, numbering about thirty.
Judging from the fur armor they wore and the weapons they held, it was guessed that they were not the elite warriors of Winter's Claw, but a subordinate clan or blood alliance.
Perhaps they themselves did not expect that someone would cross the defense line and penetrate deep into the Freljord.
“Do you want to take action?” Sheruba slowly crawled over. His gray hair was covered by snowflakes, but there was a hint of blood in his calm eyes.
“No, wait!” Huo Jixing shook his head and refused.
Looking back at the many Noxian scouts lurking quietly in the snow, they tried their best to control their breathing to avoid exposing their positions.
The raised snow hill further away is the tauren Haig.
Under his body, the injured war mason Oaks, relying on his strong shield, did not have to face the baptism of the blizzard.
The blizzard is still going on, and they will stop to rest before dusk.
Huo Jixing withdrew his gaze and stared at the clan convoy not far away, thinking of Oaks' suggestion.
The Freljord at night is far beyond what these ordinary clan warriors can resist.
They will definitely choose a place to set up camp based on the environment.
Another important point is that they cannot fight in this open ice field, lest someone escape and reveal their whereabouts.
“We have a lot of patience!” Huo Jixing’s eyes were firmly locked on the motorcade in front and he chuckled.
How could you let them go so easily after finally getting the opportunity?
Ice and snow will never be kind to creatures that set foot on this northern frozen soil, even the Freljordians.
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