The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 100 Fireworks and Gray Wolf Howling in the Dark Night (First order requested!)

Outskirts of slums.

Compared with the lowest level, the environment in the alleys here is obviously much better.

It is rare to see scenes of flies and rats swarming around and filled with sewage, and the surrounding areas are mostly solid stone houses with gray and white walls.

puff!

The long knife was pulled out, and blood sprayed on the wall.

Huo Jixing kicked the members of the Gray Wolf Gang who had lost their vitality at his feet, looking a little bored.

He looked around the gray room before him.

There were seven or eight mutilated corpses lying on the solid ground, their eyes that had not been closed were filled with fear and panic, and some flesh and blood remains fell in the corner.

"weak!"

Huo Jixing put his sword into its sheath and whispered softly.

"It's too weak, so pitifully weak!"

Compared to the clan warriors of Winter's Claw, the Gray Wolf gang members in black costumes in front of them were too weak.

With his skills, he slaughtered all the Gray Wolf gang members in the stronghold.

"The third place!"

Huo Jixing stepped away, and fireworks rose behind him, like fire snakes, quickly engulfing the gray and white stone house in front of him.

Under fire.

Huo Jixing jumped up and landed lightly on the wall. Looking at the still silent slum in front of him, a trace of doubt emerged in his heart.

"Are you so slow to respond?"

Huo Jixing thought of what happened to Moore's widow in the hill camp.

The Gray Wolf Gang and the people behind it shouldn't be so slow to react.

The fact that they were able to take action in the camp shortly after Wilson left showed that they had no fear of being held accountable by the camp leader.

And with their cruel methods, it is more like a warning——

Don't continue to pursue it, or you may risk your life.

But what is going on right now?

With flashing red eyes, Huo Jixing looked into the slums in the cold winter night.

Except for the two Gray Wolf Gang strongholds that he had ignited, the other areas remained silent, with no movement of clouds at all.

"It's still early, so let's continue!"

Huo Jixing shrugged his shoulders and headed to the next Gray Wolf Gang stronghold.

He somewhat admired Gray Wolf Franky's methods. The three dead small leaders of the Gray Wolf Gang had no idea of ​​the true location of the Gray Wolf Gang.

They have someone who is responsible for connecting with them every month. They can only roughly know the people they are close to, but they don't know anything about the higher-ups.

So Huo Jixing can only kill them one by one until someone tells him the location of Gray Wolf Franky.

The capital of Noxus.

The bright yellow lights turned on, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the stacked buildings in front of them.

Although this area is still a slum, it is close to the dark gray wall of the Immortal Fortress, and it looks like it is integrated into one, indistinguishable from each other.

At night, the building complex illuminated by lights is a large courtyard with transparency from front to back.

In front of the yard is a spacious and clean open space. The blue-gray stone slabs are neatly laid out, flat and solid, and the surrounding walls are covered with vines and full of greenery.

Behind it is a three-story building, surrounded by side yards of various sizes, closely integrated.

The living room on the second floor is brightly lit.

The fireplace on the south wall lit up with orange fire, filling the living room with bursts of warmth.

"The fees for the almshouse will be paid later this month. Do you want to send someone to warn them?"

A shirtless, bare-chested, muscular man with tattoos on his face bent over and looked respectfully at the thin old man working at the desk in front of him.

"Warning? Warning of what?"

"The workhouse has some difficulties. It takes in too many poor children, and it is normal for it to be unable to pay the fees."

The thin old man raised his old face. His protruding forehead and corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles, which seemed to hide countless hardships and dangers.

Who would have thought that Frankie, the gray wolf, would be a thin, half-century-old man.

Although his body is thin, he has a big frame. It can be seen that Frankie must have been a fierce and cruel person when he was young.

"Then what should we do?" The sturdy man with tattoos on his face asked hesitantly.

"Ok?"

Franky looked at the tall man with tattoos with cold eyes, and sighed softly when he saw the face covered with cold sweat.

"It can't solve any problems, it's such a waste!"

"As usual, let them hand over ten children with good physical fitness, and it will be used to offset this month's expenses."

"But they said that the Noxus war group has already been selected." The strong man with tattoos lowered his head, not daring to meet Franky's eyes.

Silence prevailed.

Franky stared at the strong man in front of him, and his cold gaze was like a blade, cutting across the man's skin, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"I'll take care of it!"

The burly man with tattoos couldn't bear it any longer and replied in a trembling voice, his naked back covered with fine cold sweat.

"Ten kids will definitely be brought back to the gang tomorrow!"

Franky retracted his gaze and continued to deal with the work at hand. As if he thought of something, he frowned and looked out the window at the hazy night.

"Is there any news from Mickey?"

"There is already news." The strong man wiped the sweat from his face and spoke in a low voice.

"It's related to the imperial pension. According to Rohr's information, someone is secretly tracking us down."

"Mickey disappeared after checking the situation."

Franky put down the letter in his hand with a cold expression: "So, Mickey is dead."

"Who moved the hand?"

"They seem to be Noxian soldiers returning from the North!" the strong man said in a low voice.

"Through the relationship with the military, we can only find so much information, which is too specific and there is nothing we can do."

Franky closed his eyes and crossed his left and right hands in front of his eyes, as if he was sleeping. Until a few minutes later, he opened his eyes, and a chill appeared in his weathered eyes. "Tomorrow morning, go to the Immortal Fortress, contact Baron Calvin, and tell them that someone is investigating the empire's pension."

"Okay!" The burly man nodded in agreement, and immediately prepared to bow and leave.

Crunch!

The sturdy man who had just opened the study door frowned slightly. He looked towards the somewhat silent courtyard, feeling an inexplicable danger rising deep in his heart.

There is also a faint smell in the air
It's blood!

The strong man changed suddenly, closed the door directly, and quickly came to Franky.

"Someone secretly sneaked into the stronghold. All the brothers on guard and sentry outside should be dead."

Franky frowned, feeling uneasy in his heart. Then he stood up and led the strong man to the wall on the side.

"Come, come with me"

Click!

Before he could finish his words, the door of the living room burst into pieces, and tiny wood chips flew into the air, piercing the walls of tables and chairs.

A group of masked soldiers wearing armor quickly walked into the living room, holding crossbows and aiming at Franky and the burly man.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and burly man entered the room. The armor he wore could barely cover his strong body, and the huge sword on his back was extremely eye-catching.

"Franky, you're fine!"

When Frankie saw the burly man in front of him, he seemed not panicked at all and was calm and composed.

"Lord Olson, long time no see!"

"Did one of my subordinates provoke you? Such a big fight!"

Olsson casually pulled off his black mask, revealing a square face with a beard, and his calm brown eyes showed no emotion at all.

"The baron ordered that if you hand over all your money, you can choose a descendant to leave the capital safely."

Franky looked cold, looking at the soldiers wearing armor and holding crossbows around him, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"I want to meet Baron Calvin!"

"Sorry, the Baron said that he didn't mean to see you!" Olson took off the giant sword on his back, pointed it at Franky, and stepped forward.

He knows better than anyone how difficult and ruthless the gray wolf Franky is.

"You have only one choice!"

"So, do you think I will believe your promise?" Franky held down the burly man's slightly trembling shoulders and led him back slowly.

"attack!"

Seeing Franky retreating, Olsson gave the order directly and strode forward himself.

Chi Chi!Chi Chi!Chi Chi!

There was a sound of crossbows, and dark gray crossbow arrows pierced the air like snakes, accurately shooting at Franky and the strong man.

Bang!
Olsson also launched an offensive in an instant, kicking the ground with his left foot, crushing the ground, running towards Franky with a fierce look, and taking the opponent's head with the giant sword in his hand.

Looking at the deadly offensive in front of him, Franky looked embarrassed.

"How dare Olsson and the others actually take action!"

Seeing that he was in a desperate situation, Frankie looked decisive.

The seemingly weakened body burst out with terrifying power, and he directly reached out and pulled the strong man with tattoos on his face, blocking him in front of him.

puff!puff!puff!
With a miserable howl, the sharp barbed crossbow pierced the strong man's body, but stopped tremblingly in front of Franky's solid inner armor and fell to the ground.

The blood sprayed freely, staining his face red.

Frankie resisted the severe pain from his inner armor, looked at the giant sword that Olsson had chopped off, quickly took out a black scroll from his arms, and unfolded it directly.

Whoa!

Black brilliance bloomed, and three shields engraved with exquisite patterns surrounded and protected Franky, blocking all attacks approaching him.

Whether it was the giant sword that Orsson chopped down, or the subsequent crossbow arrows.

Facing the black shield is futile.

at the same time.

A large amount of dark gray mist instantly spewed out from the dome of the living room, disrupting the vision of the masked soldiers and causing them to quickly leave the living room.

"Keep attacking!"

Outside the dark gray mist, Olsson looked at the gap in the giant sword, and his heart sank.

It's black magic!

Buzz!Buzz!Buzz!

The sound of crossbows kept ringing, and sharp crossbow arrows could be seen piercing the dark gray mist and shooting into the living room.

Accompanied by this, there was also a shrill wail from Frankie.

"Only one rune item?"

Hearing Franky's voice, Orson's frown relaxed.

But when he entered the dilapidated living room again, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of anger climbed onto his face.

Except for the corroded walls, tables and chairs, the crossbows all over the room, and a rotting corpse on the ground, there was no sign of Franky in the living room.

Olson glanced around and saw slight marks on the wall.

Then he put his ear to the wall, stretched out his hand to knock, and when he heard that it was hollow, he spoke in a deep voice.

"It's a secret passage, chase it immediately!"

An ordinary person dares to use runic items, especially black magic items.

Franky must have been eroded and couldn't get very far.

However, thinking of Baron Calvin's words, Olsson looked embarrassed and immediately decided to lead his men to hunt him down.

Under the gloomy night, a number of noble private soldiers wearing armor and covering their faces walked out of the courtyard and searched carefully along the surrounding alleys.

After a while.

There are noble private soldiers at the corner of the street, looking for traces of Franky's blood, extending into the depths of darkness.

"The last howl of the gray wolf!"

Olsson carried a giant sword on his shoulder and led his soldiers into the alley with a cold expression, chasing them one after another.

　Ask for the first order!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)