Chapter 172 The tribe is destroyed and the Frost Guard slaves
The pale ice and snow falls slowly, covering the mountains.
Facing the blade-like wind, Huo Jixing continued to move forward, but in his heart he kept the figure of the Avarosa Ranger just now.
The rugged mountain road is difficult to travel, mixed with cold snowflakes, which pierce people's skin.
Huo Jixing gathered his cloak, let out a breath of cold air, and strode forward.
Maybe for ordinary people.
The current ice and snow weather is a terrible environment.
But for Huo Jixing now.
Whether it is the towering mountain peaks, the mountain roads covered with thick snowflakes, or the frozen rivers.
Under his pace, it was like flat ground, disappearing behind him.
In the cold mountains.
Huo Jixing chose a leeward place and quickly lit a bonfire. In his hand was the snow hare he had accidentally captured.
The snow-white fur was removed, the rabbit's head was chopped off, and he began to bake it.
But for a moment, under the high temperature of Nanli Fire, the strong aroma of meat filled the air.
A ferocious wolf or a cunning rabbit are both prey in the cold winter.
Huo Jixing enjoyed the delicious food, unfolded the map, and carefully compared his surroundings before moving forward again.
“At the current speed, we will enter the Kingdom of Demacia in about five days.”
Huo Jixing strides forward while counting the time it takes for him to cross the border. .
“Huh?!”
Over the low mountain peaks, Huo Jixing frowned slightly and smelled an unusually familiar smell of rust.
Then he awakened the fire of Nanli, and a flash of red-golden light filled his pupils.
[Suzaku·Red Eyes and Fire Eyes]!
The ice and snow mountains disappeared, and the red world came into view.
Along with it, there are a few wisps of gray-white clouds and dark blue clouds.
"Extraordinary?"
Just as Huo Jixing was thinking about it secretly, the gray-white clouds quickly dimmed until they disappeared.
"Are you moving so fast?"
Huo Jixing looked surprised, and kept walking quickly towards the target location.
It’s not that he wants to get involved, but he is a little curious.
Curious about his collaborators on this secret mission, and curious about the massacre that occurred in the mountains.
In the desolate and cold mountains, a wooden house village is built on the mountain.
Huo Jixing's gaze ignored the bead-like curtain of snow and saw the raging flames gradually engulfing the village.
On the surrounding snow-white ground, there are still broken corpses scattered densely.
The faces of these clan villagers had expressions of unspeakable pain and fear, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before they died.
They were wearing heavy fur clothing, but ferocious blue scars scratched through them, taking away fresh life.
"Frost? Is it a perfect ice weapon? Or is it a bloodline of ice?"
Huo Jixing looked at the frost that solidified blood, and the scars caused by the perfect ice weapons that he had seen before appeared in his heart, and they were somewhat similar.
Then he noticed the aura of death and destruction permeating the village.
He didn’t know where this disaster started, but he was certain that no one in this village could escape this disaster.
Buzz!
A sharp sound broke through the air.
Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows slightly and stretched out his left hand.
The speed seems slow, but before the arrow comes, he holds it gently.
Poof!
The dark cold air spread along the arrow body, intending to freeze Huo Jixing's left hand.
But under the red-gold flames, the cold air quickly melted away, and pale water vapor rose.
“These guys!”
Huo Jixing’s eyes moved and he saw the mountains behind the village. Five ugly guys with blue shirts, white hair, and sharp fangs slowly walked out. .
There is a blue ice stone above their heads, glowing. He wanted to leave, but these guys seemed to be very sensitive to anger.
His cold and silent eyes were fixed on his hiding place.
"Living or dead?" Huo Jixing glanced over, doubts rising in his heart.
In the [Suzaku·Red Fire Eyes] state, he can see dark blue clouds from these ugly guys.
But under the real field of view, there is no trace of anger.
It was the headdress made by Zhen Bing that caught his attention.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The arrow shot through the air, carrying terrifying power through the snow curtain and shooting straight towards the target.
Immediately afterwards, these ugly guys with exposed fangs roared, took out the heavy hammer weapons on their backs, and ran wildly.
The snowflakes that were trampled up were like waves, breaking through the obstacles.
Click! Click! Click!
Huo Jixing's palm was like a knife, easily cutting off the falling arrows.
Then his eyes fell on those Zhenbing headdresses, and he remembered the descriptions he had seen in the intelligence information of Leiser Guard Corps.
"Frost Guard slave!" Huo Jixing immediately spoke in a deep voice.
He never thought that the path he chose would encounter the power of the Frost Guard tribe.
These ugly guys in front of me are very much like the Frost Guard slaves in the intelligence records.
They are monsters released from the frozen tombs by the Frost Guard tribe. They have lost their lives long ago. They only know one thing, which is to obey the orders of the dark heroine.
Huo Jixing's eyes were solemn. This mountain range was within the sphere of influence of the Avarosa tribe.
Reminiscing about the Avarosa Rangers he met before, he secretly said to himself: "So it seems that the Frost Guard Tribe and the Avarosa Tribe are about to start fighting?"
"Coupled with the battle between the Winter's Claw tribe and the immortal Thunder Volibear."
"The Freljord seems to be about to fall into dark chaos."
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Boom!
While he was thinking.
The heavy steel hammer packed with terrifying power crashed down, and a dark light lit up.
Then, like an avalanche, a huge billowing wave was set off, slamming into Huo Jixing, who was standing in the snow.
“Ha!”
Huo Jixing looked at the Frost Guard servants approaching him, chuckled, and raised his brows.
Clang! Sonorous! Sonorous! Sonorous! Sonorous!
Immediately, he took a step forward and unsheathed the red fire blade at his waist. The cold blade flashed like thunder in the daytime, streaking across the snow curtain.
No more, no less, just five sword rays.
And with the momentum of coming from behind, he crossed the steel hammer and slashed towards the neck of the Frost Guard slave.
puff!
The dark glow fell into silence.
The tall bodies of the Frost Guard slaves surrounded Huo Jixing in a semicircle, falling to the ground with a crash, splashing large snowflakes.
Then the red-gold fire of Nanli ignited, burning the dark body of the Frost Guard slave.
"Too weak, not interested in fighting at all." Huo Jixing shook his head gently.
Now he is no longer the Noxian recruit who once struggled to survive in the Freljord.
In his eyes, these guys who can slaughter villages and tribes are no different from ordinary people.
Huo Jixing looked at the Zhenbing headdress of the Frost Guard slave with a cold expression, and immediately picked it up with the red fire blade.
The azure blue light dances and falls into the palm of your hand.
He looked at Zhen Bing's headgear and felt a familiar piercing feeling coming over him: "It is indeed a weapon made by Zhen Bing."
Huo Jixing immediately chose to decompose.
Dark green data flowed out of his eyes, turning the Zhenbing headdress in his palm into essence.
After he finished handling everything, he stepped past the Frost Guard slaves and walked slowly towards the burning village.
(End of this chapter)