The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 231 The Thorn of the Black Rose Draven’s Number One Fan

Dark night.

The dim starlight is hidden in the clouds.

The tall tower in the distance stands alone, looming in the hazy night.

when!when!when!

Suddenly.

The deep bell rang, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The lingering bells are melodious and far-reaching, seeming to come from ancient times, and also seem to be a prelude to the future.

Underneath the Immortal Fortress, in the dark tunnel.

There was a tall figure wearing a black robe, holding a dimly lit lantern and walking slowly forward.

He was very familiar with the layout of the tunnel and kept pace.

From a distance, the huge black stone door looks like a silent ancient beast, falling into eternal silence.

The pale lady stepped off the stone seat, strolled to the door, and waited quietly.

On the edge of the giant door, there are inscriptions in Ochen language, and the stone bricks around it are scattered with fragments of bones.

The pale lady was about to say something when she seemed to notice some movement. She stood up and looked outside the palace, and saw a ray of light like blood descending.

Unlike the memories of the ancient tribe, it is not just a fortress.

In the empty palace, the voices of the black-robed figures echoed, in stark contrast to the silence around them.

"Our plans for the Digfort fell through."

"Swain must step down. The Black Rose is determined to achieve its goals at any cost."

According to ancient Valoran custom, death has two sides, one and the other.

"Casimard, get up." The pale lady spoke softly, with an unmistakable command in her tone.

"Go back to your post." The pale lady said solemnly, her eyes flashing.

When the pale lady heard the news, she saw a noble young man wearing brocade clothes walking over, his long hair as bright as blood.

"Your father and his brothers were suppressed by Swain and lost everything they owned."

"Vladimir, long time no see."

"The two little guys of the Varrokan family fell into the trap of the Faceless Men. Their operation failed and they were captured by the soldiers of the Trifari Legion."

In the dark environment, a little bit of light fell from the dome and disappeared into the darkness.

"Follow your will." Casimard finally moved his body and slowly left the palace.

"But you shouldn't be in such a hurry."

Casimal didn't dare to look up, thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and wet his eyes, but he didn't dare to make any illegal move.

Her figure exudes a cold temperament, as if she is isolated from the world and guarding the secrets of this palace alone.

"Swain and Darius mobilized the battle groups near the Immortal Fortress to block the streets."

The black-robed figure came to the innermost part of the tunnel, and a huge stone door appeared in sight.

The noble young man raised his bloody eyes and looked at the pale lady in front of him with a solemn expression.

"I know that the Gulans family suffered very unfair treatment after the coup."

After a cup of tea.

On the top stone seat, a woman wearing a white veil sat, with a black mask on her face, mysterious and noble.

After he walked out of the palace and came to the hall, he breathed a sigh of relief and took out the wolf spirit statue hanging around his neck.

The sound of light steps broke the silence in the palace.

The sheep spirit represents a quiet death, while the wolf spirit represents a brutal ending.

"We haven't seen each other for a while."

Da da! Da da!

After a while.

Many mysterious figures appeared around the hall. They appeared and disappeared in a hurry.

The figure in black robe put down the lantern in his hand, knelt on the ground, and spoke respectfully to the woman on the stone seat, with a hint of awe and piety in his voice.

The figure in black robe looked around, waited for a moment, and then entered the huge black door like a huge mouth and came to a wide hall.

There are no decorations on the halls and walls of the pale palace, making it look simple and solemn.

The figure in black robe ignored the surrounding environment and entered a pale palace holding a lantern.

In the silent pale palace.

"I came to the Immortal Fortress some time ago and met with Swain, but you were not there."

Inside the dark stone doorframe, there is a deeper darkness, swallowing up the brilliance in the tunnel.

Contrary to what most Noxians know, the Fortress is not a monument.

In Noxus, an empire that worshiped strength, the latter was worshiped as a majestic and dignified way.

The pale lady came over, and the two walked side by side deeper into the palace.

"I heard one of your bodies was destroyed?"

"It's just a half-finished body." Vladimir chuckled softly, his blood-red eyes filled with meaning.

"But I got a piece of news about the protoss genius. It seems that there is no record of Black Rose?"

"This is somewhat inconsistent with Black Rose."

The pale lady didn't care about the ridicule in Vladimir's tone and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"There have been problems in several laboratories recently, causing the secret society to suffer a lot of losses, which may lead to some mistakes in the work."

The pale lady paused and continued: "The star spirit genius you mentioned is named Huo Jixing, right?"

"He has returned to the capital and seems to have a breakthrough in strength. Don't suffer any more losses."

Vladimir nodded slightly and stated his position directly.

"I'm here for him, but with Swain here, it's not easy to do anything."

Since the Blood Cliff incident, the Scarlet Secret Society suffered heavy losses under the purges of Swain and Darius.

He also had a vague idea of ​​Swain's true strength.

"Do you want me to take action?"

The Pale Lady guessed Vladimir's purpose, but he was destined to return in vain.

"I can't take action at the moment."

Vladimir frowned and looked at the pale lady beside him. He was about to speak, but after turning a corner, he swallowed his words.

Vladimir and the pale lady stopped in front of a huge well glowing green, looking down.

Great well of soul!

One of the greatest magical products of the Black Rose. The green well dug into the bedrock beneath Noxus, far deeper than the size of the fortress could accommodate.

Cold blues and suspicious greens merged into a billowing miasma that swirled far below, reflecting the three bridges that spanned the gorge.

Beneath the bridge, on the crazy whirlpool.

A huge, terrifying humanoid shadow hung in the air, unmistakable to any Noxian.

A pair of lifeless armor is bound to be mentioned in every history book.

In the old city outside the capital, there were thousands of statues of it, all of which had their faces smashed off.

"Do you feel it?" The pale lady's eyes fell to the edge of the giant well.

Incredibly rich and majestic magic power condensed in the giant well, causing the surrounding space to groan under pressure, and even the slightest cracks in the space could be seen.

"Is he coming back?"

Vladimir noticed some restless magic power around him, and his blood-red eyes were full of solemnity.

"No, it's impossible."

"I can't predict the future, but now, I can only stay here." The pale lady sighed softly.

"Swain, the little guy who grew up unexpectedly wants to become the master of the Noxus Empire."

"But he can't see the truth behind the empire."

The pale lady's eyes moved and fell on the bridge, where she saw rows of niches with curtains hanging on it, shaking with the magic power.

"If you want to take action, I may be able to create some conditions for you."

Vladimir suppressed his inner emotions, stared at the pale lady, and waited for her to continue speaking.

"I heard that you are connected with the Piltover Chamber of Commerce family and the Alchemy Baron of Zaun, and are conducting blood research?"

Vladimir looked deeply at the pale lady and understood her thoughts.

"Throw out a bait to lure him over?"

The pale lady laughed softly and left the Well of Souls, returning to her palace.

Time slipped from the fingertips like fine sand and passed silently.

The cool autumn wind blew through the capital of Noxus, becoming increasingly desolate, a bit like the coming of winter.

In the silent room.

Huo Jixing exited the [Inside View of Oneself] state, his eyes opened and closed, and the green light disappeared.

"Sure enough, with someone accompanying me to compete, my skills have indeed improved significantly."

In the past half month, Tai Lung would come over to him from time to time to discuss matters.

In addition to improving their respective skills, Huo Jixing and Tai Long also have a much closer relationship.

Smelling the smell of breakfast in the air, he quickly stood up and walked to the restaurant.

The table was already filled with food, and there was a large portion of steaming broth.

As soon as Huo Jixing sat down, he saw Heini walking in with a wooden box in his arms.

"Sir, this is something sent by the Du Kecao family." Heini put the wooden box on the table with a slightly curious expression.

"Ok."

When Huo Jixing saw the wooden box, he already knew who sent it.

"What's the matter?" When he saw Hainie approaching, he turned to look over and asked.

"Sir, you won't forget, will you?" Heini's tone was slightly complaining.

"You promised me before that you would take me to the Knox Scalia Arena to watch the Reckoners perform up close."

Huo Jixing looked stunned and reached out to rub Heini's head: "Is there a performance in the afternoon? Let's go there together then."

"Okay." Heini looked happy and ran to his room, ready to wear his new clothes.

Huo Jixing laughed softly and opened the wooden box while eating.

There is a runic item inside, as well as a letter sealed with fire paint.

The rune items were something Huo Jixing had discussed with Catalina before. The Du Kecao family came to acquire them and finally handed them over to her.

After many transactions, he now has a considerable amount of essence that can continue to light up the next Azure Dragon Constellation.

hum!

Huo Jixing's fingertips lit up with flames, scratched the paint, and opened the letter.

After browsing, he looked solemn and his eyes were half-closed.

"Did Tyrone go on a secret mission too?"

After he returned from meeting Swain, Katarina soon received another secret mission and left the capital.

Now it's Tyrone's turn.

Huo Jixing faintly smelled a hint of uneasiness.

After breakfast, he practiced again for a while.

He has long understood that only strength is everything.

In the afternoon, Huo Jixing took Heini and Snow White Poro out together.

The slightly cool autumn wind blows through the streets, adding a bit of tranquility and comfort to the noisy capital city.

Huo Jixing and Heini walked along the broad main road of the capital. There were many Noxians on both sides talking in dialect.

As their footsteps moved, Huo Jixing and others crossed a crossroads and saw a ring-shaped building made of dark gray rocks.

Knox Scalia Arena!

Maybe there was a great Reckoner show in the afternoon.

On the street very close to the arena, the endless crowd was like a huge wave, rushing towards the giant steel gate.

Huo Jixing and Heini followed the crowd, and when they came to the giant steel door, they suddenly heard an interesting shout.

"Who wants an autograph? Lord Draven's personal signature."

“Get in line, man!”

Huo Jixing followed the sound and saw a child wearing a red headscarf on the left side of the crowd, holding up the letter in his hand.

There were many Noxians in front of him vying for Draven's autograph.

When Huo Jixing saw the familiar scene in front of him, he felt strange in his heart and sighed secretly.

Are the extended products of Liquidators so comprehensive now?

Can you even get Draven's autograph?

"They are Lord Draven's number one fans." Henie looked at the child in the red turban with a somewhat envious expression.

"I heard that they were organized voluntarily, and the signatures in their hands are also genuine."

"You want it?" Huo Jixing took Heini into the arena.

"Wait a minute. I'll go find Draven and give you a genuine autograph in person."

(End of this chapter)