Whew!

Howls of excitement rang out throughout the province of Silverpine, and the scattered minions of the Gnoll Legion were frantically searching for human settlements, their hearts hungry for killing, thirsting for blood.

This is the orc wildness hidden in the blood of the gnolls!

The already sparsely populated and desolate province of Silver Pine has become more and more dilapidated after hearing of the invasion of the gnolls, especially after the walking of these gnolls soldiers, but for them, the hard work of searching has paid off.

There are always people who are difficult to leave their homeland, and the invasion of the gnolls that I once heard about has not been seen for a few days, which can be regarded as breaking the message, which makes these people who stay secretly happy and harvest a lot of wealth.

However, when the howl resounded in the sky, the gray fur reflected in the eyes, fear permeated the hearts of these people, and the smell of death spread over them.

Of course, they were greeted by brutal killing, abuse by the gnolls, and this was their respective choice of fate.

Blood and fire are staged in the Desolate Northlands, and they have the potential to sweep away, intending to engulf the Desolate Northlands completely.

In the ruined village, Keree still lies quietly, watching the sky change, gradually turning from sky blue to fish belly white, and the faint glow of the sun spreads all over the vision.

He loved the time, as if the wilderness had become his possessions until .............

Poof!

"Hey, bastard coward, what are you doing?" Kree got up and looked at the dragon lizard lying beside him, and said loudly.

"Gollum...... Woo-la. Sgar shook his head in confusion and yawned.

"Huh? Talk back? Interesting? Hahaha, I've had enough of your demagogic rhetoric, the night attack on the camp almost knocked me to the ground, you have to know that I'm a sergeant general, how can I lose face with the soldiers under my command? Kree looked at the dragon lizard in exasperation, covered his nose, and whimpered.

"I should have left you in Valoran, yes, next time, you'd die of loneliness. Hell, you won't survive a day without me.........."

Sgar didn't care, leaned his neck, leaned his head against the grass, rolled his body by the way, and then ............

Poof! Poof!

Poof!

Then, Sgar's rhythmic fart movement was simply mocking Kree, and the extreme smell overshadowed it, as if it had slapped Kree's plush face, and instantly turned green with a slight smell.

"Enough, bastard!" Kree threw his foul-smelling hat on the ground and strode out of the village, his only intact left eye flashing with inexplicable emotion, and he swore to himself: I will never look at her again, this.

However, the hat slid down the wall, and when Kree saw it, he trotted back again, picked it up from the ground, and glared at Sgar.

"Okay, go ahead and sleep, lazy mouse." Kree said as he walked away, as if expecting something to wait, but he never waited, turning into a depressed voice.

"I'll go out for a walk, and I won't take you!"

The village where Noxus is located is relatively remote, and even the war stonemasons found it by chance, so it is a good place to use it as a makeshift camp.

As Cree stood on the high ground of the village, the setting sun was dragging its afterglow towards the horizon, and the hazy night was coming into view from afar, and black dots appeared in the field of vision.

"Interesting!" Kree smiled coldly, pulling out the silver-gray battle axe hanging from his waist, these gnolls have a very sensitive nose, and they have a good ability to find people, and they can actually find their rest camp.

Thundered!

A pitch-black cavalry figure appeared on the crimson horizon, and the sharp heavy cavalry spear in his hand reflected the frightened look of the jackals, and in an instant, a slaughter began, and dozens of gnolls completely turned into cold corpses, and the faint smell of blood disappeared with the wind.

"Hmm...... Damn Gregory, what are you doing with this stinky boy? Kree said angrily, sucking away his silver-gray battle axe and turning back to the ruined village.

"Hurry up, stink lizard!" Kree returned to where Sgar was lying and grabbed the saddle that had been placed aside.

Dragonsgar looked up, a hint of mockery in his bell-like eyes, and then grunted and lay back down on the cold meadow.

"Get up! Get up! Rise! Come! Kree shouted, his face as black as a pot. The gnolls have broken in, and it's time for us to get back on our unfinished business. ”

Sgar turned his head slightly and stared blankly at Kree, as if he didn't understand Kree's words, or pretended to be stupid.

Angry, Kree snapped the saddle onto its back, "When I return to Valoran, I will propose to my lord that the exclusive chef of Sgarr be abolished and let it go out to find food on its own." ”

Hearing this, Sgar immediately stood up, his ears nervously pricked up, cook, it could understand the word. Then Kree jumped into the saddle and pulled the reins tightly, and staggered towards the entrance of the village.

The slaughter was over, the corpses of the gnolls covered the village's dirt roads, and a Noxian cavalryman patrolled the battlefield, his blood-stained heavy cavalry spear raised from time to time to repair the mortal wounds.

"Lord Kree, you have found traces of the gnolls, and they have entered the province of Silver Pine!" Gregory rode over, lifted his black visor, and said in a condensed voice.

"Spread the war stonemasons and shadow streamers out, I want to know every move of the gnolls." Clay reined in his eccentric personality and became Admiral Major Sir Clay again. (Kree has many legendary names, and he can change them at any time according to his mood.) ）

Then he looked at the soldiers who were already ready to go behind him, shouted, and rode forward, like a black tide, surging forward, slightly obscuring the twilight of the sky.

.....................

As the clock ticked by, the cold night fell on the province of Silverpine, and the gnoll legions began to set up camp, countless fires dotted the shabby and filthy camp, and the howls of chaos rang out from time to time, and a faint stench permeated the air.

The Gnolls are a wild orc race, and they can't be expected to control their emotions like humans**, so chaos can be seen everywhere in the entire rudimentary camp, but fortunately, there are some gnoll commanders patrolling around to maintain order in the camp.

Grunt! Grunt!

With the liquor in his stomach, Habakak wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth casually, looked at the gnolll guards kneeling in front of him and shouted, "You mean that six minions didn't come back on time?" ”

"Yes, Chief, we have lined up the way we left, but we have found nothing!" The gnoll guard whispered back, his body trembling slightly.

"Let's go down!" Habakak's eyes were half-narrowed, not caring about the departing subordinates, and a trace of bloodlust appeared in his dark green pupils.

Did you shoot again? Then you are sure that there are not many of you, otherwise it would not be possible to just clear out a few minions.

"Hehe, I'm very interested in you, which side is it? I'm going to slaughter you, including everyone behind you! ”

The lights were dim, and wisps of dark purple life energy flickered softly, as if the sound of a demon was murmuring in the tent.