The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 53 Desperate prey takes the bait
puff!puff!
In the thick snow, a clan warrior with a panicked look and a blood-stained robe stepped on the mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, running blindly.

"Noxian!"

"Why are there bloody Noxians here!"

The clan warrior accidentally stumbled and fell into the snow.

Then he stood up quickly, turned his head and looked behind him, and when he saw that no crimson figure appeared, he took a big breath.

He couldn't remember how far he had fled, but what he wanted in his mind was to stay away from that bloody battlefield.

The clan warrior looked down and saw that he was covered in blood. He didn't know whether it was his own blood or that of his comrades.

Not those Noxians anyway.

"They are devils, the evil spirits of the Howling Abyss!"

The Noxians who surrounded and killed them were elites wearing crimson armor.

They hid in the snow and suddenly launched an attack when the material transport convoy passed by.

The most important thing is that they are very familiar with the whereabouts of the convoy, and they seem to have been keeping an eye on it. They have laid a dragnet wherever they passed, catching the convoy off guard.

"Fire, the evil spirit clothed in flames!"

The clan warrior's eyes were horrified, and he hurriedly picked up the cold snowflakes and wiped his face.

"No, not here!"

The clan warrior looked back and saw traces of blood following the footprints, and the sound of rustling snowflakes falling to the ground could be heard in the distance.

"I have to continue running away. If they can't catch me, I must tell the clan elders."

The clan warrior gasped and started running again.

puff!

A gray shadow broke through the snow curtain, and with terrifying power, it penetrated directly through the clan warrior and pinned him firmly to the snow.

It's an arrow!
The clan warrior looked desperately at the arrow that pierced his chest and recognized it as the weapon of his comrade.

Then, a middle-aged man wearing dark red armor and leather boots appeared in his field of vision.

On the cold face, there was a scar across the left eye, but it could not hide the killing intent and hatred for him in the pupils.

"Escape very fast!"

Rand stretched out his left foot, stepped on the clan warrior's head, and then pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist, preparing to torture the opponent.

"Rand, hurry up, the Captain is still waiting for us!"

Behind him, DeWitt's young figure appeared, holding a bleeding ear in his hand.

"It's not slow, boy!"

Rand raised his brows lightly, then immediately gave up his intention of torturing the other party, directly passed the dagger across his neck, and cut off the other party's ear.

After he was done, he did not look at the desperate clan warrior who had lost a lot of blood and was walking toward death. He walked up to DeWitt and spoke with a smile.

"Let's go, go back!"

The two walked side by side and gradually disappeared into the cold snow.

Chi Chi!Chi Chi!
The pale and clean fur cloak wiped the blade in his hand. After a few times, the bright red color soaked into the cloak and took away the blood stains on the blade.

"call!"

Huo Jixing raised the slender long knife and blew on it. When he saw the handsome face reflected on it, he smiled with satisfaction.

Then he discarded the fur cloak that seemed to belong to the clan elder and slashed lightly into the air, chopping up the scattered snowflakes.

"It's okay, the quality is good, and the continuous battles haven't caused any signs of damage."

Huo Jixing brushed his fingers over the blade and couldn't help but think of the quartermaster's words about Fort Diver. The ore produced there was indeed good. No wonder he would have inappropriate thoughts in the future.

"Huh? Hurt?"

Huo Jixing was surprised when he saw Eric walking over.

His eyes fell on the car array with fire behind him. The figures inside were shaking and the screams gradually disappeared.

"There's a problem!"

Eric ignored the knife mark on his cheek and sat down next to Huo Jixing.

"But in the end I won, which added another glory to my meager achievements."

Eric patted the blood-stained skin bag at his waist. Judging from the bulge, there was a lot of loot inside.

"Here, Rand and DeWitt are back too!"

Huo Jixing heard the news and went away, and saw Rand and DeWitt returning not far away. At the same time, the battle in the circular car formation also came to an end.

Blood is a symbol of glory, and the final victory still belongs to Noxus!

Not far away, bursts of flames ignited from the burning cars, and the orange light illuminated the people in the snow.

Huo Jixing looked at the Noxian scouts who had assembled in front of him one by one.

After many consecutive battles, they were exhausted and had scars on their bodies.

But they remained excited, like a pack of wolves with a desire to kill, and couldn't wait to start the next battle.During this time, under the leadership of Oakes, things began to go more smoothly.

To put it into detail, this time, we have successfully intercepted and killed three material transport convoys.

Except for his own spare water and food, all other supplies were burned.

"set off!"

Huo Jixing licked his lips soaked in water, wore a fur cloak, stared straight at the people in front of him, and walked slowly towards the dark snow.

Eric and others behind him also gathered their emotions and followed Huo Jixing, disappearing into the vast night.

It takes about half a day.

This array of burned cars was cast into a black shadow before it was completely covered by snowflakes.

Whoa - whoa - whoa!

The crows hovering in the sky made a miserable cry and fell into the convoy, looking for the charred flesh and blood.

In the distance, there are warriors from the Toothed Crow Clan rushing towards them.

Wearing black feather cloaks, they looked at the tragic and shocking burning scene with extremely gloomy expressions.

The remaining flames are melting snowflakes and some animal furs, creating a gray mist that fills the sky above the battlefield.

The smell of blood that has not yet dissipated is still extremely strong under the cold wind.

Mixed with the smell of burning, it makes the air filthy and inaccessible to ordinary people.

The crows, on the other hand, were not affected by their rummaging.

The charred corpses of clan warriors appeared in the gray mist, looking particularly tragic. Their skin was scorched black and their faces were distorted, as if telling the pain they had experienced.

"War Mason!"

The corners of Baloric's mouth were stained with blood, which was the blood that overflowed after biting his lip.

As the leader of the Toothcrow clan, he had been eating dust behind this Noxian scout team for seven or eight days.

Each time, he arrived in a hurry after the battle.

Looking at the burning scene left in the distance, he felt hatred in his heart, but he was helpless.

"I, Baloric, swear here that I will never let you go!" Baloric held the blue scimitar tightly and said through gritted teeth.

Wait until Baloric has finished venting.

A Tooth Crow warrior came out from behind and said cautiously: "There is news from War Mother Sejuani."

"When can we bring the Noxian scout's head?"

puff!

Black blood spurted in the air, covering the face of the Toothed Crow warrior. His frightened eyes and trembling legs silently expressed the fear in his heart.

Then he immediately realized that the blood was not his, but came from Baloric's hands.
A black crow that was crushed directly!
"Huhu~huhu!" Baloric gasped, his eyes red.

He could imagine Sejuani's anger. The Winter's Claw tribe, which was already short of food and supplies, would definitely be even worse after his successive defeats.

"Tell Lady Sejuani, five days."

"No, I will return within three days with the head of the Noxian scout."

"Yes, Sir Chief." The Tooth Crow warrior knelt down on one knee and replied respectfully.

"Actually, we may be able to change our approach. This kind of tracking will always slow down the war masons."

Hearing the words ringing in his ears, Baloric suppressed his anger and turned to look at the Tooth Crow warrior in front of him.

"Tell me, do you have any suggestions?"

The Tooth Crow warrior looked into Baloric's bloody eyes, swallowed, and said softly: "We have already seen the power of the War Stonemason."

"Since we can't catch them, why do we find a material transport team to use as bait to lure them into taking the bait?"

"After all, their target mission is to destroy the supply line."

"Interesting, interesting!"

After pondering for a while, Baloric understood his subordinate's meaning, his eyes flashed, and he spoke in a condensed voice.

“Very good advice!”

"If the plan succeeds, I will ask Lord Sejuani for your credit!"

Upon hearing this, the warriors of the Teeth Crow Clan suddenly looked fanatical and thanked him while kneeling on the ground: "Thank you very much, leader!"

"Ha ha!"

Baloric chuckled softly and rode Enuk to the edge of the burned-out convoy, his eyes becoming colder.

"This time, let's see how you escape!"

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