PS: What's that, the bigwigs who raise books, vote for recommendations every day, wow, or newcomers don't have the power to code words, they always go up and click, and nothing else goes up....... Is it because the writing is(-"-)not good?

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The warm waiting around the campfire made people a little anxious, but fortunately, about a quarter of an hour later, Kelvin returned safely with four Noxian expeditionary cavalry, and a tired look filled their faces, and it could be seen that the reconnaissance had not gained anything.

Modrian sighed lightly, picked up the branches and leaves on the ground and threw them into the burning campfire, his brow furrowed slightly, everything could not be idealized, and now it was a dilemma.

Helplessness and irritability lingered in his heart, retreating was not in line with his plan, this exploration was not only to draw a map, but also to obtain the monster crystal nucleus and transform it into a blue essence.

"Darius, arrange a vigil, and we'll rest here tonight." Modrian stood up and commanded, it was better to wait in a comfortable tent than outside, at least not to endure the cold wind.

"Yes, Lord Modrian." Darius said respectfully, the black battle axe in his hand never let go, and there was a faint danger in his heart, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing.

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The gray shadows grew silent, the night had flinched, the starlight was nowhere to be seen, and a mist rose faintly in the boundless darkness, and when it looked again, it dissipated again.

A campfire burned in the center of the camp, illuminating the resting area, where two Noxian expeditionary cavalrymen were adding dry and frozen branches to keep the campfire warm.

Darius rested against the oak tree, his half-squinted eyes slightly raised like a sleeping lion, and inadvertently revealed a little majesty.

"It's familiar, the smell of Freljord!" Darius suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a look of remembrance in his black pupils, which was a reminder of the past, the deep memories of the time when he fought in the Northland Freljord, as if it were now.

"Enemy attack!"

A low roar resounded through the camp, and in a matter of moments, everyone was around the campfire in full costume, or they had no armor at all.

Dressed in heavy black armor, Modrian stood beside Darius, no emotion was visible under the cover of the visor, but there was a slight ripple in his eyes.

At some point, the shadow world around the camp was filled with red light, dense, and seemed to drown out the black curtain.

As the red light approached, in the light of the yellow bonfire, Modrian seemed to see something clearly, his pupils constricted, the eyes of a pack of wolves.

Icefield Winter Wolves, large beasts that live in the cold northlands, are good at snow camouflage and are unusually fond of killing, and the wolf thieves are named after them.

And what Modrian is now encountering is the Ice Plain Winter Wolves, those dense red rays are their brutal eyes.

Even the bitter cold wind could not blow away the bloodthirsty ferocity in the red eyes, and they moved their strong limbs and cautiously approached the prey.

"I'm sorry, Lord Modrian, it's a subordinate who has defaulted on his duty." Kelvin said apologetically, shame filling his face.

"Kelvin, it's not your fault." Modrian shook his head in denial, he looked at the snow-white fur of the Ice Wolf Winter Wolf, almost melting into the surrounding snow, especially in the shadows, if it weren't for the scarlet eyes, it would be impossible to tell the difference between reality and disguise.

Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!

The wolf pack let out one wolf howl after another, a little chaotic at first, and then rhythmic, as if commanding a military formation, they scattered in all directions, slowly moving their steps, waving snowflakes, and surrounding the camp like trapped beasts.

The cold breeze blew, and Mordrian could vaguely smell the bloody stench that belonged to the group of ice winter wolves, as well as the violent and ferocious biting chill.

The Icefield Winter Wolves twitched their nostrils, still unable to smell the fear of their prey, but the longing in their scarlet eyes never went away, and the sticky saliva spread from the corners of their mouths, which was the desire for food.

They move slowly around the campfire camp, giving their prey the greatest possible pressure and looking for fatal flaws.

However, as time passed, the viscous saliva of the Icefield Winter Wolves melted the snow, and the scarlet eyes showed impatience.

Hunger crushes their patience!

Whew! Whew! Whew!

Suddenly, the scarlet eyes of the Ice Plain Winter Wolves erupted with bloodthirsty madness.

Offensive! Hunting!

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Afraid? Fear?

Modrian looked at the ice wolves that were spreading and running, his scarlet eyes were penetrating, his sharp fangs were dense with the wolf's mouth, and as the speed increased, the viscous saliva splattered into the air, and the fishy smell became more and more intense.

He lowered his head and clenched the cyan greatsword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth cracked into a crazy smile, maybe he had been with the Noxians long enough, he was used to many things, such as killing!

"Darius, did you find it?" Modrian turned to look at Darius beside him and asked.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Firm and heavy footsteps sounded, Darius told the truth with practical actions, and the tall figure walked faster and faster, and then faced the attack of the ice wolves.

[Kill the Quartet]!

Without any superfluous movements, Darius swung his black battle axe, the sound of swaying chains like the roar of a lion, and the crimson glow rendered the world of shadows.

In the next moment, the mournful roar of the ice wolves suddenly exploded, and the viscous blood, like a red rose blooming in the mountain forest, was hot and hot.

The pace of progress did not stop, and the blood-bathed Darius walked towards the interior of the wolf pack, and any obstacle of the Ice Plain Winter Wolf was nothing more than a revenant under the axe, and the raging blood gradually stained the armor red.

The wind was fierce, blowing pale snowflakes, and then swirling and floating in the air, rolling up a shower of wind and snow.

Modri quietly watched Darius leave, and then looked at the Noxian expeditionary cavalry standing in front of him, his quiet eyes were rolling with waves rolling in his eyes, and he needed a bloody battle to vent his predicament.

"Array!"

The Noxian expeditionary cavalry guarded the surroundings with steel shields, and there was a dim light of fire reflected on the shields, and the steel shields traded from the blacksmith shop in the town of Irwindal, although not as good as the Noxian-standard equipment that came with the system, were still good.

And the ice wolves, except for the part that followed Darius away, there are still a lot of ice winter wolves left, and they are hungry and staring at the rest of the people.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In all directions, hundreds of ice winter wolves rushed towards the camp, their strong bodies slamming into the steel shields, and even more, leaping high and attacking the people of Modrian from the sky.

The cyan greatsword struck, Modrian did not flinch, slashed into the wolf body of the ice winter wolf, warm and viscous blood splattered on the dark heavy armor, in the fort of dwarf, he did not ask Darius for martial arts, as the supreme symbol of the Noxian Empire, he benefited a lot.

A fishy wind came from the side, Modrian's eyes froze, and he subconsciously let go of his left hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword, clenched his fist, and the bulging green tendons appeared on the surface of the skin, and then bombarded the right side of his body viciously.

The crisp sound of broken bones sounded, white slurry sprayed into the air, and sharp broken teeth fell to the snow along with the limp wolf body, splashing snowflakes.

Fighting wolves seems like a lot of fun!

Modrian's sword was in front of his chest, sticky and hot blood dripping, and his brown pupils were filled with the snow-white wolf shadow of the Ice Ground Winter Wolf, he turned around and fought again, and the killing could not be stopped since it began.