The bright yellow firelight illuminates the shadow forest, and in the thick gray environment, Mordrian's party walks with torches and according to the map drawn earlier.

War Masons are scattered around the team, scouting for dangers that may arise at any time, while also replenishing the rudimentary map.

At the head of the procession was Sain, a large, burly figure that was a weapon to open the way, heavy footsteps splashing snowflakes, and cold, hard branches that left no trace on the heavy armor and gray body.

Da-da-da-da!

Hurried footsteps sounded in the snow, and a war stonemason returned from the front of the line, running to Darius's side in small steps, whispering a report on the situation.

Hearing the report of the war stonemason, Darius frowned slightly, his indifferent face showed a trace of solemnity, waved his hand to signal the team to stop, and then summoned Wasman to give a few orders.

Moments later, Wasman left the group with six Noxian Scarlet Cavalry and silently disappeared into the shadowy area ahead.

"What's wrong?" Modrian walked up to Darius' side and asked.

"There are strange changes on the Ice Fields Winter Wolf battlefield left over last time, and I arranged for Wassman to go over and investigate." Darius thought of the previous description of the War Stonemason and continued.

"It may be that the wolf corpse has changed, and there shouldn't be too many accidents."

Icefield Winter Wolf Battlefield?

Modrian recalls the last time he spent his time exploring, and it seemed that it was near this shadowy area, and it seemed that the journey was not all smooth sailing.

"Let's go over and have a look."

Looking up into the shadows, for some reason, Modrian always had a feeling in his heart that this exploration would make unexpected discoveries.

The flaming torches kept their fire alive in the cold wind, and there was a faint smell of butter that diffused around the procession.

After a hundred and ten meters, Modrian could already see the traces of the last battle, the fallen trees had fallen into the snow, and the camp had been built to retain its former appearance, but it was somewhat dilapidated.

The dried blood scabs solidified on the branches of the tree trunks in the cold environment, and the light of the torches shone brightly, and the pale wolf corpses could be faintly seen.

Wasman, who had arrived first, was directing the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry to dig up the buried corpses of the ice winter wolves, dragging them out one by one and laying them flat in the cold snow.

But unlike the corpses in memory, the wolf corpses that were dragged out at this moment were extremely shriveled, leaving only a layer of fur to cover the bones, as if all the flesh and blood essence had been completely drained.

After seeing the arrival of the follow-up team, Vosman, who was busy, walked gently in front of Modrian, and reported: "Lord Modrian, all the remaining wolf corpses are like this, there is a smell of black magic. ”

Black magic?

Modrian's heart moved, if it was according to the Valoran Continent, then the previous existence should be a law transcendent who was proficient in darkness and soul, and a strong man comparable to Darius.

Soul? Manipulating monsters?

It seems that he can clearly explain the previous riots in the Lemmor Mountains, but there are still some doubts in Modrian's heart.

"Hey, these seem to be a lot like the tactics of Scarlet Reaper Vladimir." At some point, Poppy ran around the wolf corpses and reached out to flip the cold, hard bones.

"It's a bit similar, but it's simpler and crude, and even the flesh is devoured together, apparently satisfying some kind of craving." Darius explained the same, the red glow in his dark eyes faintly observing the details of the wolf corpses.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

The mournful howl of wolves echoed through the shadowed forest, and pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the gray environment, revealing a thirst for food.

However, the group of ice winter wolves forgot the pain of the last time. Modrian smiled silently at the familiar figure.

Without waiting for Darius's command, Wasman led the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry to form a charging formation, fearlessly clearing the Ice Fields Winter Wolves.

Life energy bloomed like fireworks, and the wolves let out a whimper of fear, and they looked at this group of somewhat familiar human figures, and their simple minds recalled the killing scene more than a month ago.

Except for the newly added Ice Wolves who rushed towards this group of terrifying figures, the rest of the Ice Wolves began to stagger away from the area.

The slaughter ended, and the viscous blood stained the snow red.

The war stonemason, who had been waiting for a long time, skillfully walked into the final battlefield, dismantled the wolf corpses one by one, and took out the selected wolf meat that could be eaten as a food reserve.

Poppy also followed Modrian's figure into this bloody land, his blue face full of indifference, this small scene is far less than the frontline battlefield of the battle between the Demacian Empire and the Noxian Empire.

"It's a pity!" Modrian secretly sighed in his heart, there was not a single monster like an ice wolf in the attacking Ice Plain Winter Wolf Pack, and he was somewhat disappointed.

"Darius, command to go down and keep going!"

"Yes!" Darius turned to leave, and after dealing with this little trouble, the elite team quickly geared up and continued deep into the Shadow Forest, finally encountering a few lone monsters along the way, in front of the Vorsman and Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, these monsters contributed the crystal nucleus in their bodies, turning into blue essence.

The deeper you go into this strange forest, the more dull the shadow environment around you becomes, without a little extra color, it is all a hazy and dull gray, which is also silently affecting the psychology of everyone.

However, for this extremely elite group of top Noxian troops, the environmental impact is minimal.

Woooooooooooo

A howling and whimpering sound like the howl of the wind echoed through the dense woods and around Modrian's group, as if to locate their position.

"Some familiar voices, I've heard them before." Modrian stopped and looked around at the woods, a strange smile on his melancholy face.

It was during the escape from the previous expedition that he had heard a howl of excitement.

"Alert!"

Darius, who had also heard of it, took over the command of the elite team and quickly arranged for the Noxian soldiers to form a guard formation, with the Noxian Scarlet Cavalry outside, the Trifali legionnaires in the middle, and the innermost ones being Modrian, Bobbi, and the War Stonemasons.

As soon as the formation stood still, more than a dozen ghostly tall figures appeared in the Shadow Forest, and they let out a joyful howl, which seemed to be some kind of strange language, mixed with some fishy smell.

And in the midst of these howls of excitement and joy, more and more tall figures surrounded the stalled elite team.

The flaming torches illuminated the tall figures, and Modrian's eyes froze, not expecting to encounter these terrifying monsters of the polar realm in the Lenwall Mountains, the snowmen.

Normally, snowmen live in the polar regions of ice and snow, hunting individually or as small families, and they smell fresh flesh from miles away.

And after locking on to its prey, the snowman will let out a roar of hunting excitement and quickly shuttle through the snow and ice to chase its meat.

It's just that the current situation is a little unusual, and Modrian looks at the dozens of snowmen around him with a solemn expression, far beyond the size of a small family, could it be that there is a snowman gathering place hidden in the shadow forest?