Coker Jungle.

The primeval jungle in the eastern part of the kingdom of Besilik, near the province of Blackwood in the Valoran Territory, was once part of the tribal territory of the Kokel tribe.

After the end of the war in the Great Plains of Shatar, almost all of the living forces of the Kokel tribe were routed and destroyed by the Noxian Legion.

This dark and silent jungle has become a place of chaos.

Valoran and Besilik kingdoms have successively invested countless scout soldiers in this complex jungle terrain, spying on each other, killing and destroying.

The cold wind blows through the sky, like an eagle flapping its wings, overlooking the dense jungle below.

Countless well-proportioned, strange giant trees stand on the ground like a warrior, the canopy above their heads rattling, and the white snow is swaying and scattering a few snow particles.

The falling branches were eroded by the cold, wrapped in a layer of ice chips, and rippled in the air.

The foliage-covered roots of the trees crisscrossed the ground like dragons, and were infended with ferns, lichens, mosses and other plants, and occasionally poisonous insects, snakes and ants climbed the ground.

The deeper you go, the denser the trees and jungles become, the smell of strange and fishy smells pervades the air, and the air is filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.

The snow-white jungle environment is silent.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the treetops rattled like a tumbling wave, causing wonderful changes.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by the sound of dull footsteps, a team of about ten gnolls braved the bitter cold into the jungle area, their torn chain mail covered in bloodstained clothing, and they cautiously walked forward, their cloudy dark green eyes looking around warily.

"Gnoll scouts?"

In the dark corner of the canopy, armored Noxian scouts crawled in the snow, their calm and indifferent eyes looking at the gnoll squad as they slowly moved forward.

Their pitch-black armor was covered with a mottled layer of snow-white flannel, which was very similar to their surroundings, almost blending in.

"Hey guys, it looks like those ugly lizardmen can't take the loss anymore and send these filthy guys to their deaths." The joking voices echoed quietly, and the Noxian scouts looked a little relaxed.

This is normal, in the scout war in the jungle of Kokir, the Valoran Lords have a considerable advantage, and the victory is much higher than that of the Besilik Kingdom.

"Don't give up your vigilance, maybe it's their trickery, isn't the previous lesson deep enough?" The Noxian Ten's at the front said in a deep voice, as the scout captain, he had already seen too many tragedies and intrigues in this primeval jungle.

Lizardmen scouts are especially fond of sending their vassals, the Gnoll Warriors, to wade through the danger zone with their fragile lives, and if any danger occurs, it is the Gnoll Warrior who will die, not them.

What's more, using the gnolls warriors as bait to lure the Valoran scouts into attacking, they themselves will take the opportunity to launch an attack and reap the final victory.

"Yes!"

The Noxian scouts behind them retracted the ease of their faces, and their bodies were hidden deep in the snow, like solid rocks, standing still.

Perhaps sensing that there was no danger, the gnoll team in the distance tried to disperse, keeping a distance from each other to support, and began to search the surrounding danger zone to fulfill the orders given by the lizardman tribe.

In the dark and cold snow environment, a pair of dark green eyes with bloodthirsty longing, frequent fights and fights have long aroused the desire of the gnolls to kill, although they have suffered heavy losses, but they have never retreated.

The great gnoll god Yenogu Fangs is watching the jungle battlefield.

The hard branches swayed, whipping at the torn chain mail, leaving white marks.

Step by step, the gnolls swung their spears and swords as they cleared what they thought they were hiding places. Because those hateful human soldiers love to surprise them in these places and deal them with heavy blows.

Time passed quietly, and the ice and snow jungle was densely covered with footprints of different shades.

The Gnoll Scouts had already scouted most of the surrounding area, approaching a dark corner of the canopy, looking tired.

This is the result of constant vigilance, as any intelligent creature has a limited amount of energy and is unlikely to focus on its own state for long periods of time, especially in a dangerous environment.

On top of that, these gnolls scouts didn't know it, and all of their movements were already exposed to the noses of the Noxian scouts, and as they approached, they were deep and murderous.

One-step, two-step, three-step.....

The movement of the pace caused a few snowflakes to fall, covering the eyes of the Noxian ten-commander, and a touch of cold color flashed his pupils: "We can't wait any longer, whether there are lizardmen scouts in the shadows or not, we must do it." ”

Boom!

The snowflakes that piled up on the ground exploded, and layers of mottled snow-white flannel cloth were lifted, revealing the Noxian scouts in pitch-black armor, half-crouching on the ground of the tree roots, indifferently raising their bows and crossbows, aiming at the gnoll squad that was close at hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bowstring cracked and the air cracked, and ten crossbow arrows slashed gracefully between the trees, striking the gnolls scouts with precision.

Bright red blood bloomed on the bodies of the gnoll scouts in the front row, and the cold-glowing arrows easily pierced through the critical chain mail, and then pierced through the fur and fat layers, deeply embedded in the body.

A close-range crossbow shot that directly deals maximum damage and instantly takes away five gnolls scouts.

"Kill!"

A low roar exploded, and the Noxian Ten was the first to discard his crossbow and rush into the gnolls' array, slashing with his sword.

More than half of the Noxian scouts behind him followed silently and rushed into the battlefield, while some Noxian scouts crouched on the ground, loading their crossbow arrows.

In order to be portable and pursue lethality, the bows and crossbows carried by Noxian legionnaires were essentially single-shot and easy to destroy, leaving them unreserved for lizardmen and gnolls.

"Whew!"

A fierce howl sounded, and the gnolls scouts not only did not choose to retreat after being ambushed, but instead charged forward, their dark green eyes bloodshot.

Life energy surged as both sides unleashed a relentless slaughter in the small area, breaking the inherent silence of the jungle.

Four or five minutes later.

The sound of battle faded away, and the blood gushed out like delicate roses covered the snow.

Compared to the combat effectiveness of the Noxian scouts, the Gnoll Scouts were significantly inferior, not to mention that they had already lost more than half of them before the battle.

Poof!

Captain Noxus pulled his sword from the neck of the gnolls in front of him, splattering his armor red with foul blood, and shook his head lightly as he glanced at the end of the battlefield around him.

As expected, they slaughtered all the gnolls in a crushing manner.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

The order was given, and all the Noxian scouts sprang into action, collecting the gnolls' ears or heads, which would represent their own merits and glory, and bury the broken corpses along with them.

As tensions continue between Valoran and the kingdom of Besilik, the Jungle of Corker has long since been reduced to a mill of flesh, but the two sides have a tacit understanding that they will clean up the corpses after the battle to prevent the plague from raging.

"Huh?"

As if sensing something unusual, the Noxian Ten-Commander immediately shouted: "Withdraw, evacuate immediately!" ”

Hearing the order, the Noxian scouts decisively stopped dealing with the battlefield and escaped into the deep jungle in mottled snow-white velvet.

......

Tea Kung Fu.

The foul-smelling battlefield was greeted by three elite lizardmen scouts, their tall, dark green bodies draped in sturdy armor of different styles, some of their own rough armor, others of standard armor from Noxus.

They glanced at the outcome of the battlefield and quickly dispatched a lizardman scout back to the rear, and the rest of the group began to disperse around the battlefield, following the Noxian scouts.

And such scenes are frequently played out in the Jungle of Coker, where some Noxian scouts are victorious and leave safely; Others are surrounded by lizardmen and buried in dense jungle snow.

The tide of war began to spread slowly, rushing towards the outskirts of the Corker Jungle, rushing towards the Blackwood Province of Valoran.