Forsbayro Fortress, a bitter cold wind blows into the sky.

Once the most sturdy military fortress in the province of Blackwood, the lizardmen have buried the lives of hundreds of thousands of humans in the raiding wars launched by the lizardmen, and have become the source of plague and misfortune.

Fate has come full circle, and now it is the rallying ground of the Cocker tribe, with flags flying, horns and walking lizardmen and gnolls.

As far as the eye can see, the fortress still has a dilapidated atmosphere, but after tinkering, the collapsed walls and watchtowers have been rebuilt, giving a faint glimpse of the majestic appearance of the past.

In the center of the fortress, felt tents are densely packed, like dotted with stars.

Noss Cocker, the old shaman, leaned over and studied the map of the Blackwood Province, where the striking red line ran from the Silver Pine Province into the hinterland.

The sporadic green banners represent lizardman scouts, struggling to survive the never-ending sprawl offensive.

"What's going on lately? Why did Valoran's offensive suddenly become so intense? North muttered in a low voice, his eyes bloodshot of his recent upside-down life.

Doubts welled up in the heart, but more often than not, there was nothing to be done.

The elite class of the Cockel tribe, the camouflage scouts, can be said to have suffered heavy losses and extremely heavy losses in the previous scout encounters.

Winter frost, crimson light, mechanical bombs, and the roaring explosions of the night.

Fragments of memory rolled in his mind, and North half-squinted, his cloudy pupils reminiscent of that night's encounter.

Humanoid intelligent beings resembling dwarf gnomes, with as much power as the Lizardmen Scouts, if not stronger, after that fireworks display-like explosion, Ouroboros chased and slaughtered the routed camouflage scouts.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent, interrupting North's thoughts, and he looked up at the fur curtain to see the captain of the guard, his armor still stained with blood.

"What's wrong?" North trembled slightly in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

"Lord North, I went to hand over the scout work on time today, but I was intercepted halfway through." The captain of the guard muttered, his voice hoarse and filled with a sense of powerlessness.

"Of the 100-person squad that went there, only a dozen people escaped back."

"Probability..... The returning scout team was wiped out....."

Spit out a mouthful of blood, the captain of the guard looked at the tribal shaman in front of him, and his expression was extremely sad: "How long do we have to hold on?" Valoran's military power is beyond our expectations. ”

"Eyes and ears are gone, there is no complete army of scouts in the tribe, all scattered, and every moment there are scouts returning to the arms of my lord Samuel Anya."

North got up and walked over to the captain of the guard, staring at his tired eyes and scarred strong body, slightly silent.

"Wait, wait! The tribe can still support ....... The fighting in the southeast is coming to an end. ”

The news of the defeat of the noble coalition of the Stoke Kingdom has already reached the Kokel tribe, and the dawn of victory is imminent, as long as it is time to break through Limontamlu, even if the legend behind the Valoran Lord, it will not pose a threat.

Lifting the fur curtain, North stepped out of the tent and saw that the atmosphere inside the fortress was slightly oppressive, the result of constant failure.

He also wanted to change the current situation, but Valoran didn't give it a chance, especially the elite and short humanoid intelligent beings.

"May Samue Anya bless the Cocker tribe!"

North looked up slightly at the dark night, the dim stars looming behind the dark clouds, and gradually, a little white fluttering fell from the clouds.

"It's .... Snowing? North hesitated, then changed his expression and laughed maniacally.

"Haha, it's snowing! It's snowing! ”

The snow blocked the offensive, and the Cocker tribe rekindled hope.

......

......

The night was hazy, and the snowflakes fell from the sky, but after a while, white marks could be seen on the plain floor.

Quinn gently stretched out his left hand, the snowflakes that fell on his palm slowly melted, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She looked at Forsbero Fortress, where a dozen or so lizardmen and gnolls were lighting fires in the clearing around the walls, chewing on blood-soaked flesh.

It's time to keep watch, and they're replenishing their stamina for the upcoming alert.

Snowflakes flew, and Quinn watched the movements of these soldiers, and the crossbow in his hand was gently raised.

In war, a small mistake can cost a team the life of an entire team, and the lizardmen and gnolls in front of you have made a big mistake.

But Quinn is not in a hurry and is patient.

The Fourth Commandment: Grinding without phosphorus, nirvana without restraint.

In sight, an important soldier is missing, the camouflage scout of the lizardmen.

In the continuous scout wars, although the camouflage scouts suffered heavy losses at the beginning, their strength was recognized by Teemo, and they were very good scout combat power.

Whew!

Suddenly, the cold wind blew up flakes of snow.

In the corners of the city walls, in the dark shadows, snowflakes fell, waving faint ripples.

A slightly dwarfed lizardfolk soldier revealed, as if sensing the exposure, and moved lightly, hiding the fluttering snowflakes and quietly disappearing.

"Found you."

Quinn smiled, even though the camouflage scout was once again at one with her surroundings, she believed that her partner Warlot had marked the other party.

Looking up at the sky, a dark blue figure hides the clouds.

"The Fifth Commandment: Wait for the opportunity to act, and make a decision immediately!"

With the help of Starlight, Quinn prostrate on the ground, gently raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and made a slight circle, signaling that he could arrange an attack.

She knew that Teemo in the back would be able to see clearly.

However, in a moment, on the plain outside the fortress, shadowy figures gradually appeared, intertwined with the falling snow, and filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"The Sixth Commandment: Fight Together, Fight Quickly!"

[Infestation]!

[Infestation: Quinn fights alongside her partner, Warlock the High Mobility Falcon.]

Warlock periodically marks enemies as vulnerable for a certain amount of time, and Quinn's first normal attack on vulnerable targets will deal additional physical damage. 】

A golden glow bloomed in Quinn's eyes, like the eyes of an eagle, firmly locked on the camouflage scout that blended in with the environment, and the pale golden circle of light spread through the void.

Quinn got up and quickly forward, raising his left hand as he approached the camp.

The silver-white repeater pointed at the camouflage scout.

Airplanes!

There was a faint cracking sound, and a black crossbow bolt pierced the snow and plunged into the camouflage scout's head.

Green blood splattered, soaking through the hidden figure, and then immediately fell to the ground without a sound.

With his right hand propped up on the ground, Quinn tumbled forward, followed by a second and third bolts piercing the chests of the lizardmen soldiers around the campfire.

The remaining lizardmen and gnolls reacted quickly, wanting to shout loudly, but they didn't want to, and not far behind them, one after another of the main ship's scout team soldiers appeared.

The blowing arrow exploded, reaping life like a grim reaper, cold and merciless.