Dawn pierced the black night sky, and under dawn, the crimson glow of the morning glow covered the outer areas of the Lenwall Mountains.

A deep blue ocean surged from the snow to the foot of the mountain with the momentum of dark clouds, as if to destroy all traces of life.

If you look closely, the blue sea is composed of hundreds of savage and bloodthirsty cavalry, either wearing armor, chain mail, or cloaks, and the momentum of wanton madness is like a galloping beast, and the sound of roaring echoes in the mountains.

Halfway up the mountain, in front of Fort Dig.

Modri quietly watched the enemy figure suddenly appear at the foot of the mountain, his short blonde hair dancing in the wind, and his fair face was indifferent, standing like a statue on the edge of the cliff.

From leaving Perris Castle to wandering in the northern region of the kingdom, in the past month or so, Modrian has understood many things deeply.

Sometimes it's not that he wants to fight, but the world and the identity of the nobility, so he has to fight and survive, who doesn't want to?

The quiet death of the previous one is a warning that no one will abandon the beauty of life, including him.

"Darius, can you show me the force of the Noxus Imperial cavalry that is rumored to be crisscrossing the Valoran continent?"

Modrian turned his head and calmly looked at Darius beside him, a nameless flame burning in his brown pupils, burning more and more, as if it was about to burn everything in the world.

"Follow your will, Lord Modrian!" Darius said respectfully.

The dawn breeze lifted Darius's scarlet cloak, and he turned his head to look at the neatly ordered cavalry array behind him, the corners of his mouth pulled into a proud smile, this is the elite cavalry belonging to the Noxian Empire, their iron hooves once trodden the continent of Valoran.

"Ride the gun, get ready!"

Darius turned on his horse, his eyes fixed on the blue cavalry at the foot of the mountain, and his unruly voice resounded through the sky of Fort Dig.

Wow!

The black cavalry array sounded with a uniform spear movement, and under the half-armor, countless pairs of indifferent and ruthless eyes stared at the tall and burly figure in the forefront, which was one of the symbols of the Noxian Empire, representing noble force.

"Noxus !!!"

"Charge !!!!!"

A roaring roar echoed through the Lenwall Mountains, and in an instant, the Noxian Imperial cavalry, known as the Reaper of War, began to act, responding to Darius's orders, clenching their dark and sharp spears and charging fiercely.

Crimson horses trampled on the pale snow, splashing a few snowflakes, and the pitch-black armor reflected the falling dawn light, and the Noxian Imperial cavalry turned into a black arrow as they charged, bringing despair to the enemy into the abyss.

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At the foot of the mountain, Maltz Wells, the leader of the jackdaws, led the wolf thieves to complete the assembly, looking around, the familiar faces of the bloodthirsty and savage made his cold face melt slightly.

This is a strong force subordinate to him, not weaker than the cavalry team raised by the nobles, and even experienced far more battles than those pampered noble cavalry.

Suddenly, Maltz Wells' heart palpitated, and he looked up at the halfway point of the mountain where his target was, and a black shadow quickly approached in the light of dawn.

Anger and surprise shattered Maltz Wells' cold state of mind, and his extraordinary vision told him that it was a fairly elite cavalry force, but the information provided by the Jeffrey family did not indicate that the target had such a cavalry team.

And the situation he was facing now filled Maltz Wells's heart with nowhere to vent his anger, the enemy's cavalry charge had begun, and flight and defeat were not acceptable to him.

"Jackdaw, strike!"

At this moment, Maltz Wells abandoned all thoughts, took a deep breath, and the life energy like beacon smoke erupted from his body, and then an angry roar roared over the jackdaw.

As the order to attack was given, all the wolf thieves let out a beast-like roar, mixed with some local slang of the northern kingdom, but it still could not hide the ruthlessness and brutality that overflowed with it.

They are the wolf thieves who roam the northern cold regions, synonymous with cruelty and killing, and the so-called enemies, in their eyes, are nothing more than prey, waiting to be hunted.

The sound of horses' hooves tore through the quiet dawn like thunder, and the pale snow trembled, like fear, like trembling, and little snowflakes were suspended in the air three feet above the ground, not falling to the ground.

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The crimson glow of the morning glow intensified, dispelling the black night sky, revealing a cold, blue sky.

Looking down from the sky, a black shadow and a blue ocean are spreading over each other, and the speed is getting faster and faster, as if they can't wait to hug each other.

Maltz Wells, the leader of the jackdaws, took the lead, clenching the heavy cavalry spear in his hand, and his burst of life energy enveloped all the wolf thieves, making them more and more bloodthirsty, and a faint red light covered their eyes.

At the front of the Noxian Imperial cavalry queue, Darius saw this, a look of surprise appeared on his rock-solid face, and then he clamped the belly of the war horse, his eyes locked tightly on Maltz, and the black battle axe flashed with a miserable white cold light.

Bang!

The black shadows collided with the blue sea, stirring up a crimson painting that seemed to be painted like thick ink, a strange beauty of blood and bones intertwined in the light of dawn.

Jackdaw Raid!

Facing the tall and burly figure of the enemy, Maltz Wells subconsciously burst out with all his strength, and the heavy cavalry gun in his hand broke through the extreme speed and tore out a piercing sound of breaking the air, which was an instinctive reaction in the face of mortal danger.

Rumble!

A huge roar sounded, and the waves of air from the two of them blowing away the surrounding formations, Darius waved his black battle axe with a cold face, smashing the heavy cavalry spear with one blow, and the remaining terrifying force continued to charge towards Maltz Wells.

In the next moment, Maltz Wells's body flew upside down like a cannonball, and blood poured out from the sky, mixed with some broken internal organs.

One hit, just one hit!

Will be against the general, the winner has been divided!

The force of the collision made Darius's figure pause slightly, and to his surprise, the leader of the suspected enemy did not die, but was seriously injured and fell in the scattered formation.

The wolf thieves who witnessed this scene were a little flustered and sluggish, and the serious injury of the leader Maltz was a kind of momentum rout for them, it shattered their inner faith, and the blood that spilled caused them to be completely caught in the whirlpool of war.

But this is only a small part after all, and the wolf thieves behind can't understand the situation at the front at all, they still rush towards the Noxian Imperial cavalry fearlessly, and death is inevitable.

Without any superfluous emotions, the Noxian Imperial cavalry still maintained an indifferent look in the high-speed charge, and pierced the turbulent ocean with extremely standard movements.

Even if the number of enemies is far greater than their own, for the cavalry of the Noxian Empire, it is just one more wielding of the cavalry, they belong to the elite cavalry of the Noxian Empire.

The sharp cavalry spear pierced the enemy's body, warm blood splattered on the half armor of the Noxian Imperial cavalry, the dry lips licked the bloody smell, the cold eyes showed a hint of cruelty, and after the sound of horses' hooves, all that was left behind was the corpse of an enemy.