The spring sun was a little cold, sprinkled on the war-shrouded province of Blackwood, barren and bloody across the plains, attracting Northland jackdaws to hover overhead.

And on the edge of the Silver Pine Province and the Blackwood Province, the legions of gnolls who had rushed from the rear to burn and loot looked in amazement at the ruined camp in front of them, tearing and trampling the tents on the ground, the broken and twisted corpses all over the ground, the dried and congealed blood, and the head of the gnolll guard who had been decapitated and knelt on the ground.

Occasionally, when the breeze blows, there will be strange sounds, and with the chirping of jackdaws, it seems to pay tribute to death.

Whew!

The tearing wolf howl shook the cold breeze, and Habakak, the gnoll chieftain, looked angry as he walked past the crowded gnolls in front of him, his hideous face full of murderous intent.

Its heart was already filled with rage, and its dark green eyes looked viciously at the white bones scattered around the camp with tooth marks, apparently caused by gnawing.

And by looking at the shape of the bone, you can see that it is the leg bone of the gnoll, and the tooth marks on it are also caused by the fangs of the gnoll.

Habakak pushed away the gnolls in front of him blocking the way, and slowly walked up to the already dilapidated camp, the tent torn and trampled on the ground was covered with dense traces of war horses, and the corpses of the nearby gnolls could see the traces of heavy cavalry spears.

And not far away, beside the burning fire, there were still a few pieces of food left, which should have been left by the humans, the force that attacked them in the province of Silver Pine.

Poof!

Stepping on the bones under his feet, Habakak had already judged in his heart that this was a head-to-head confrontation, the human heavy cavalry and the gnoll vanguard, but it was the human heavy cavalry that won the victory, and even the process of winning was very easy, so easy that they directly pursued and killed the gnoll soldiers who were rushing down.

Whew!

At this moment, several uneasy howls were heard from the ruins of the camp not far away.

Slowly, the howls rang out one after another, and a group of bloodstained and embarrassed gnolwolf soldiers slowly gathered, their eyes full of fear, but when they saw the dense physique and strong gnoll army, they rushed over one after another, staggering, and no longer had the ferocious appearance before.

"Damn deserters!"

Habakak cursed in a low voice, and then raised his right hand, he couldn't let these gnolls who had been killed by the human heavy cavalry return to the legion, that would bring unease, fear that didn't exist, and a deep element of desertion.

"Roar! Kill them and leave them alive! Habakak roared, and the Guards behind him rushed forward with a howl, blades hidden behind him, and their large and tall bodies active in welcoming motions.

Then, when he came into contact with the terrified and embarrassed group of gnollet soldiers, the blades glowing with cold light were raised high, and with a cold and strong wind, they plundered the poor lives.

The carnage was soon over, and the strong smell of blood wafted through every corner of the ruined camp with the breeze blowing.

Habakak didn't care about this, his eyes were full of complicated looks, he was thinking about the various traces of this attack, and he couldn't figure out how many people there were in this human heavy cavalry.

He even guessed that it would not be the Stoke Kingdom that reacted and had already laid a trap ahead, waiting for the Gnoll Legion to get in?

Roar! Habakak let out a roar, and though he was a gnoll chieftain and had enough wisdom, he hated to consider such calculations.

Habakak straightened up, looked back at the gnolls who were wheezing frantically, a little blood filled his dark green eyes, and he struggled to think in his heart: Damn, I don't believe you can leave all the gnolls in the Stoke Kingdom.

Having looted most of their wealth, they are now only following the orders of Lord North, and if something goes wrong, it is confident that the Lizardmen will enter Silverpine Province.

"You, lead a team to the rear of the Cockel tribe, and tell Lord North that there is a human heavy cavalry attack here, and I hope to have the support of the lizardman cavalry." Habakak pulled a gnoll guard from the Legion of Guards behind him and said, his dark green eyes full of majesty, and then looked to the north.

"Inform the Gnoll Legion behind that the target is Silver Pine Province, and looting is prohibited until the target is determined!"

Whew! Whew!

When the order was given, the gnoll legions scattered across the verdant plains let out a continuous howl, and more than 10,000 gnolls trampled the land, leaving filthy marks everywhere and countless gnawed bones and scraps.

From the beginning of dawn to noon, the sun in the sky is a little hot, and the earth is warmly baked.

Just today, the western region of Silverpine Province once again welcomed the Gnoll Soldiers, only this time it was different from the last time, it was no longer a small group of Gnoll soldiers, but a large army of Gnolls.

On the distant horizon, countless black dots crowded one after another were moving slowly, as if locusts were transiting, not very fast, but leaving a barren land.

In the center of the Gnoll Legion, Habakak looked puzzled, after crossing the Blackwood Province and entering the Silver Pine Province, it didn't see the human heavy cavalry at all, and it didn't see any traces.

What is the conspiracy? Or a trap ahead? Still is.............

In fear of such a number of gnoll legions!

"Unleash the minions, arrange the food, control their emotions, and don't run around." Habakak instructed the guards beside him, since you didn't move, then let me come first and see what kind of color you are!

Hundreds of small detachments of gnolls were sent out to explore and raid in the direction of the legions, and along the way, to find some food.

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

In a ruined and uninhabited village in the province of Silverpine, Noxian soldiers are resting peacefully, needing to replenish their consumption after a fierce battle.

"Lord Kree, news from the War Mason!"

At the intersection of the village, Kree rests against a dead tree, with Sgar lying on his side, his forelimbs stirring the yodelers away.

Gregory's sudden voice disturbed Kree, and then he opened his left eye and said indifferently: "I already know, now let's leave those gnolls alone, and rest when we need to rest!" ”

"Noxians are no longer as bloody and barbaric as before, they must have strategic wisdom and strategic vision!"

"My title of sergeant general is not earned by escaping, but by wisdom!" Pointing to his gray and plush face, Kree said that his former madness had been relieved after a hearty killing.

Bloody wars can make people grow quickly, and countless wars can force people to become generals of a hundred battles, such as Kree, such as the Noxians.

After the night raid on the gnolls' camp, many Noxian soldiers have grown, and the speed of growth is amazing, which is also one of the fundamentals of the Noxian Empire's ability to stand on the Valoran continent.