The Gnolls are a wild race of orcs, and in their cognition, all they know is to kill and fill their stomachs. As a result, they will attack the remote areas of the civilized world and the settlements on the frontiers without warning, then slaughter their prey and devour their flesh.

Compared to other orc races, the danger of the Gnolls lies in the randomness of their attacks. They emerge from the wilderness plains, plunder, and kill before moving elsewhere. They attacked like a plague of locusts and ransacked settlements, leaving behind razed buildings, gnawed corpses, and contaminated land.

Gnolls seldom build permanent structures or make anything of lasting value, but most importantly because of their culture, their exposed wildness means that they do not make weapons or armor, but rather take such items from the corpses of their fallen prey, and even string their ears, teeth, scalps, and other remains as souvenirs to add to their own patchwork armor.

Until in the war a thousand years ago, they were defeated and enslaved by the kingdom of Besilik, the kingdom of the lizardmen.

Faced with lizardmen who are stronger, more murderous, more intelligent, and have their own civilization, the gnolls are forced to become a vassal race of the lizardmen, and after thousands of years of baptism, they have naturally recognized their vassal status, and many gnolls are proud.

Now, in the war to invade the kingdom of Stoke, the Koker tribe of the kingdom of Besilik has rightfully unleashed legions of gnolls soldiers full of wild slaughter, allowing them to slaughter and devour in the province of Blackwood.

Since the capture of the town of Dara, countless massacres have been staged in the land of Blackwood Province, and a large number of villages and towns have been breached and burned by the gnolls soldiers.

The countless human civilians on the galloping roads built by the Stoke Kingdom flocked to the fortified cities around them, but the already underdeveloped Blackwood Province simply did not have enough cities to accommodate the many civilians who fled.

More and more civilians are being denied containment, and they have to travel long distances to the neighboring provinces of Silver Pine and Morishige as much as possible.

The trailing gnolls continued their killing journey, blood spilling over the roads and staining large swaths of plains and hills red.

The chaos is completely coming, and the darkness of human nature is no longer oppressive, and the wildness of the gnolls invades the fleeing human civilians.

The sound of mournful pain and tearing curses drifted over the province of Kuroki with the spring breeze, and the hanging red sun could not bear to look at the cruel scene, and the clouds were dense and obscured from the light, as if to provide some convenience for the fleeing human civilians.

Prosperous!

The gray sky shrouded over the Forsbello Fortress, and deep clouds mixed with thunder swirled and surged, occasionally flashing with a flash of lightning, illuminating the bloated fortress and the countless civilians gathered under the walls.

At this moment, the brightly lit watchtower, a cold and silent atmosphere was enveloped, as if there was heavy air pressing on Opa's shoulders, and he turned his head to look inside, and the shadows on the walls were a little rickety and old.

"Today, another group of nobles and lords came to see me and persuaded us to open the city gate as much as possible, so that the civilians under the walls of the fortress can enter the fortress." Opa looked up at the delicate magic lamp, the crystal hollow carved with gorgeous lines, but it couldn't hide the grief in her tired eyes.

"I rejected them, and then I was put up a cold-blooded hat, saying that I disregarded the laws of the kingdom, and did not care about the lives of the common people, and wanted to go to the royal capital to sue me."

"Hehe, I want to too! The Forsbyro Fortress has reached its carrying limit, and if people are let in, the fortress will be completely unbalanced, and even eventually break down and be slaughtered. ”

Cold, muddy tears flowed silently down her face, Opa was exhausted, and in just a few days, wrinkles crawled all over her face, and her eyes were extremely thick.

When night came, he couldn't sleep, and the images that came to his mind made it difficult for him to sleep.

The innocent civilians gathered under the walls were tormented by the daily shooting of the lizardmen soldiers who roamed the perimeter, the howls of grief, the numb eyes, and the crimson blood that tortured his soul.

But there was nothing he could do, he couldn't attack, and he didn't dare to open the gate of the fortress, and not far away, the 20,000 lizardmen legionnaires stationed in the Koker tribe were watching the movement of the Forsbero fortress from afar.

"Damn it! Damn it!! Damn it!!! What did the king ** say over there? There is no rescue! Opa looked at Count Nikita, who was also tired of force, and pleaded, hoping for a miracle.

"I can't get in touch, I've asked the legion mage to send magic messages every day, but there is no response from the royal capital." Count Nikita stroked his forehead and said in a hoarse voice.

"Perhaps, most probably, the royal capital has rejected our magic communication!"

"Haha!!"

"Haha!!"

"Haha!!"

Opa, the governor of Blackwood Province, was laughing, his old body trembling slightly, and a little blood and tears spread from his wrinkled face, staining his clothes red.

"What does His Majesty Guy want to do? What does he want to do, there are millions of civilians and soldiers in the province of Blackwood, what is this going to do. ”

"Keep it up! Keep it up!! Count Nikita seemed to be muttering to himself, comforting himself, but the inside of Forsbello Fortress was incomparably clear to both of them.

There were too many civilians pouring into the fortress, and it was impossible for the crowded civilians under the walls to go unnoticed.

If they don't come to support, the fortress may really not be able to hold out, because the food reserves can only last for a month, and there is no support for a month, so what will wait for them..........

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The province of Silver Pines, near the city of Edalas, has a high earthen slope with a vague view of the steep peaks and towering cities in the distance.

Dada! Dada!

The sound of horses' hooves was urgent, and in the distance, a group of Noxian Imperial cavalry in black armor quickly approached the dirt slope, and when they crossed the corner of the road, they tightened their reins, dismounted and ran to the high point of the dirt slope.

A diminutive rider sat boredly on the dragon's back, his silver-gray battle axe slung across his waist, his armor on his body, and his sturdy shirt draped over the surface, but none of this could hide the madness that welled up in the only intact eyeball.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Kree stretched out his right hand and pressed it on top of Sgar's green head, and immediately got up and turned his head to look at the Noxian Imperial cavalry who were walking quickly.

"Lord Kereh, a large number of refugees have poured into the western part of the Silver Pine Province, and they are heading towards the surrounding cities."

Kree pulled out the silver-gray battle axe from his waist and motioned for the stepping Sgar to step forward, and then took the battle axe and struck the helmet of the Noxian Imperial cavalry. "Hey, listen, call me General Sergeant!"

"Yes, Sergeant General!" All Noxian soldiers had heard of Kree's impermanent character, so the Noxian Imperial cavalry decisively changed his words.

"Re-report!" Kree said as he shook his figure, his only intact left eye narrowing slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Your Excellency the Sergeant, a large number of refugees have poured into the western part of Silverpine Province, and they are advancing towards the surrounding cities." The Noxus Imperial Cavalry repeated.

"Hmm, it seems that the Blackwood Province has collapsed, so will it be the Gnolls or the Lizardmen!?" Kree muttered alone.

"Shadow Streamer, Shadow Stream Disciple come out for me!"

As if hearing a shout, a shadow appeared on the dirt slope, and a shadow in close-fitting leather armor stepped out of the shadow.

"I've seen the sergeant, the general!"

"Hehe, it's still a good subordinate to rob." Kree grinned, her sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight, and her silver-gray tomahawk danced in a gentle breeze.

"Inform Crane and send me 10 war stonemasons, no, give me 20 war stonemasons!"

"Kree wants to do a big job, so that my reputation as a sergeant general will resound all over the continent!"