The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 48: Toothcrow Clan Rune Weapons
Among the gravel of the hills.

Thick snowflakes covered the boulders, half hiding the dark cave entrance.

Under the gloomy night, a dim firelight kept swaying in the cold wind, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment and completely melt into the darkness.

In the dark and damp cave, the Noxian scouts were silent and dispersed.

Either resting with his eyes closed, or dealing with his own wounds, like a pack of cruel black wolves, silently licking the scars left after the battle.

"DeWitt, hold it in, don't make a sound!"

Huo Jixing, who was half squatting, looked at the young scout in front of him and spoke.

Then, on his fingertips, the fire of Nanli ignited, burning his chest and abdomen, and the hideous scars of the bones could be seen.

"uh-huh!"

DeWitt, who hadn't cared about it at first, groaned and gritted his teeth instantly. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and dyed his hair wet.

After a while.

The smell of burning permeated the air, and the hideous wounds condensed together under the burning flames.

"Okay!" Huo Jixing patted DeWitt on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's okay, I didn't scream."

Wiping away the blood scab from the scar, Huo Jixing picked up the treated linen from his left hand and wrapped it gently around the abdominal wound.

In the dim light of the fire, many Noxian scouts looked at Huo Jixing, who was helping DeWitt treat his wounds, with twinkling eyes.

Along the way, they truly saw Huo Jixing's terrifying strength.

It's completely incomparable to them.

Enemies that were considered extremely difficult to fight in the eyes of everyone fell into a pool of blood one after another and became part of the glory of Noxus.

"Captain Ten, you have changed a lot compared to before!"

DeWitt felt a slight pain coming from the scar on his abdomen. He lowered his head and looked at Huo Jixing who was finishing up his work. He couldn't help but recall the scene when the two met for the first time.

At that time, Huo Jixing was alone in the camp. When he saw him, he seemed a little happy.

Compared with now, they seem to be two completely different people.

"How has it changed?" Huo Jixing stood up and moved his body.

DeWitt frowned and thought about it carefully, mentally comparing Huo Jixing's changes before and after.

"Confidence, humility!"

"Haha, I remember I was very humble before." Huo Jixing wiped his hands with wet linen cloth and said with a soft smile.
In fact, Huo Jixing has already noticed his own changes.

After getting over the initial period of confusion, he seemed to like the life in the camp more and more, adapting to his identity as a Noxian soldier.

At the same time, he also understands his current responsibilities.

Although there are no mobile phones and computers anymore, the intense pleasure brought by fighting and training far exceeds that of watching videos and playing games in the previous life.

Sometimes, Huo Jixing would laugh at himself when he thought about how he was overwhelmed by life in his previous life.

Maybe the current self is the most authentic self!
Patting DeWitt on the shoulder, Huo Jixing held the long knife at his waist and walked out of the half-covered cave entrance, looking at the dim stars in the night.

I don't know when it started.

The dark sky gradually brightened, and the sparse snowflakes could no longer block the view, and the silver-covered Iron Thorn Mountains could be seen.

After a simple breakfast.

Huo Jixing and his group walked out of the cave and walked forward in silence.

Deep in the Iron Thorn Mountains, there are low hills.

The sound of rapid and chaotic footsteps disturbed the soft snowy night.

In the hill, several figures wearing black winged cloaks were besieging a tall Noxian soldier holding a heavy sword.

The falling pale snowflakes blended into the frozen blood like streams, and many broken corpses could be seen lying around, abandoned and trampled on.

If Huo Jixing were here, he would definitely recognize this Noxian soldier holding a heavy sword and fighting bloody battles.

It was the young soldier carrying a sheathed sword that he had seen when he met Darius.

However, at this moment, the black armor worn by the young soldier was in pieces, and the sheathed sword blade also disappeared.

Phew!Phew!Phew!

While the battle was fierce, a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded over the hill.With the help of the falling starlight, you can see three black shadows piercing the air at lightning speed, leaving bright traces.

The tip of the arrow was as sharp as a knife, violently rubbing against the air, causing layers of fine smoke to appear on the arrow.

"Despicable winter bastard, stabbing someone in the back!"

In the center of the battlefield, the Noxian soldiers, who were tightly entangled by the clan warriors and had no time to dodge, roared unwillingly.

Immediately afterwards, three black arrows, almost in no particular order, penetrated the armor.

puff!puff!puff!

The armor was shattered and blood spilled.

In addition, the huge force carried by the arrow penetrated the body, picked up the Noxian soldier, and nailed him directly to the snow.

"Not bad skills, but unfortunately, you are a Noxian!"

On the top of the hill, a tall figure wearing a black winged cloak lowered his longbow and rode Enuk close to the battlefield.

Enuk, who looked like an elk, looked at the blood all over the ground. His thick front hooves stepped on the snow randomly under the influence of uneasiness.

"Chief Baloric!"

The clan warriors who had finished the battle were half-kneeling on the pale snow, letting the cold wind howl and blow, not daring to move at all.

"Tell me about the situation!"

Listening to the cold voice ringing in his ears, the leader of the clan warrior raised his face, looked at the powerful man known as the Tooth Crow in front of him, and reported the battle situation he encountered.

"Interesting, the War Stonemason, and the Sword Boy."

The toothed crow Baloric, shrouded in a black winged cloak, lowered his head and looked down at the head in the hands of the clan warrior.

The young face was covered with blood stains, and there was still some reluctance and anger.

"It's a pity that an elite warrior who has lost his rune weapon is not worth much!" Baloric shook his head slightly and summoned a black crow.

"Wow - wow!"

A rough hissing sound sounded, and the black crow landed on Baloric's shoulder.

The dark feathers blended into the night, and the crimson eyes stared at the corpses on the snow, making a hungry cry.

"Are you hungry?"

Baloric stroked the crow's hard feathers and looked at the trembling beak, as if to tell that its patience had been exhausted by hunger.

“Then go enjoy the food!”

Maybe he understood Baloric's words, and the black crow quickly fluttered its wings and flew to the corpse, and began to bite.

Small pieces of flesh were torn from the corpse, and bright red blood flowed along the beak, staining the black feathers red.

Or smell the blood, and another crow falls in the night, flies to the cold corpses, opens its mouth to bite, and swallows the flesh and blood that has not yet stinked.

Seeing this, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on Baloric's cold face.

"Tell me to go down and send out all the clan warriors who are proficient in tracking to find the war stonemason and the sword boy holding the rune weapon."

"Yes!" The clan warrior kneeling on the snow replied respectfully, and then he and the people behind him disappeared into the vast night again.

"Don't worry, you can't escape!" Baloric whispered.

He thought of War Mother Sejuani's order, and a look of fanaticism appeared on his face: "How dare a group of Noxian scum dare to challenge the Winter's Claw?"

"It's really self-defeating!"

Looking towards the windy and snowy mountain road, Baloric put his hands in his mouth and blew a strange whistle.

Suddenly, the black crows that were swallowing flesh and blood gave up the food in their mouths, flew into the sky, and dispersed around.

Baloric nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at the Toothed Crow warrior behind him, and waved to move forward.

The group of people followed the trail left by the crow and disappeared into the snowy night.

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