"So that's why you insist!"

Modrian looked at the slightly wide cave at the moment, where dozens of old and sick snowmen lived, most of them young snowmen.

The faint light source comes from more than a dozen bright white fluorescent stones embedded in the top of the cave.

At this time, these surviving snowmen, whether they were young snowmen or elderly snowmen buried in the loess with half of their bodies buried in the loess, were roaring at the invaders, and their ugly and hideous faces were full of hatred and murderous intent.

Seeing this, Poppy stepped forward and stood in front of Modrian, his short stature bursting with a faint golden glow.

Modrian stared at the yodeler's slightly upturned gray-white ponytail and smiled bitterly, he couldn't refuse Poppy's kindness.

This time, there were only 9 Trefali legionnaires, and three of them: Darius, Sain, and Bobby.

The other war stonemasons and Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, led by Vorsman, stayed outside the cavern in case something unexpected happened.

That's why Poppy made the move, and it's her responsibility to keep Modrian safe.

Modrian didn't pay attention to the movements of the snowmen, and looking at the rough marks in the wide passage, he could clearly feel that it had been dug by hand.

"Intelligent beings? Or was the Yeti civilization born? Modrian remembered the strange howls of the snowmen before, which seemed to be a bit like some kind of language.

It is worthy of the diverse continent of Karadimos, in addition to humans, the civilizations of other races are not far behind, such as the lizardmen encountered in the city of Edalas, the dwarves of the blacksmith shop in Rivodin, and now, even these beasts and monsters may give birth to the fire of civilization.

Wandering his thoughts, Modrian refocused on the snowmen in the cave, his brown eyes shining with an inexplicable light.

"I'm sorry!"

It's not about civilization, it's not about race, it's not about territory, it's just about the hatred of the past, the pursuit and killing in the Lenwall Mountains.

The heroic spirit of Noxus is still watching me in the sky!

Modrian bowed his head and sighed, gesturing slightly to Darius, and then moved out of the cavern with a confused Poppy and stepped back to where he had entered.

As a hero of the Demacian Empire, Poppy is not as ruthless and ruthless as the heroes of Noxus, and even after many battles and battles, she still has a trace of kindness in her heart, towards her enemies, for herself, and for the path she is pursuing.

After a while, the snowman's howl rang in Modrian's ears, containing hatred and fear, and he gently rubbed Bobby's gray hair as a sign of comfort.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

When Modrian chose to confront the Jeffrey family, he was already doomed to be unable to turn back, he was far from having the strength to jump out of this vortex, and could only move on.

"Lord Modrian, it's been cleared!" Darius said with a normal countenance, without a ripple in his dark pupils.

Smelling the thick smell of blood in the air, Modrian and Poppy returned to the wide cavern, where the old and sick snowmen had long since been slaughtered, the corpses piled up in the corners, and the bright blood stained the ground.

The Trefalli legionnaires were dealing with the blood stains on their heavy armor, their eyes covered by black visor cold and merciless.

After the extermination, this group of the most elite soldiers of the Noxian Empire has already experienced many times, especially when the Noxian Empire is facing threats from all sides, it relies on such killings to survive the difficult times.

Without further ado, the Trefalis soldiers continued to raise their shields and walk at the front, followed by Modrian.

The Yeti Cavern was deep, and the bright glow of the Torch grew darker and darker, and just as Modrian was deciding whether to go deeper, he hit a fork in the road.

"Is there really an extra bonus?"

Standing in front of the fork in the road, Modrian frowned and looked at the three different passages, and it was obvious that the height of the passages had become much higher, and the incisions were smooth, and the artificial traces were smooth.

The choice was simple, all three passages had to be entered anyway, and Modrian motioned for the team to enter the leftmost passage first, and leave a mark on the hard stone wall.

After four or five minutes of slow progress, the air in the passage was no longer circulating, and at the same time, a stench of rotting corpses swept in.

Luckily, however, Modrian saw a dim light source once again.

"Extinguish the fire!" Modrian motioned for everyone in the group to extinguish the torches, as his previous life had taught him that he could not hold a burning torch so blatantly in a passage where the air was not very circulated.

Turning the corner, Modrian was confronted by a large cavern of beast corpses, even with the occasional human skeleton mixed in.

Decaying weapons and tattered armor indicate the cavern's longevity, and the flesh and blood at the bend in the passage inform Modrian that this is where the snowmen store their food.

Unfortunately, the disappointment was greater than the expectation.

Picking through the items collected by the Trefali legionnaires at his feet, Modrian shook his head, none of which could be prompted by the disintegration of the system.

Coupled with the fact that this passage also came to an end, Modrian led the team back the same way, and then chose the middle passage to enter.

Compared to the food storage channel, the middle channel is much cleaner, with smooth air circulation and no rancid smell.

The distance of exploration is very fast, but seven or eight hundred meters, you will enter a huge cave, the height is about ten meters, the width can be four or five hundred meters, the top of the cave is embedded with a large number of fluorescent stones, like stars to bring enough light source brightness here.

Modrian looked at the huge cavern and could see frescoes on the surrounding stone walls, which seemed to be made up of stone carvings and paints.

Waving his hand, he motioned for the Cyne and Trefali legionnaires to go in and search, while he himself went to the bottom of the stone wall to look at the carved murals.

Upon closer inspection, Modrian found that some of the frescoes seemed to have weathered and blurred due to age, but they could still be seen roughly.

The first mural on the right depicts a mountain range and forest, with towering peaks, pale snow, and a forest covered in snow.

From memory, it looks like a rough picture of the Lenwall Mountains, except that there is no shadow forest.

"Could it be that shadow area that came from behind? Or is it what makes the Lenwall Mountains a no-go zone for life? Modrian thought to himself.

The second mural depicts a large number of snowmen appearing in the Lenwall Mountains, living in the forests and on the peaks, almost occupying the outer part of the Lenwall Mountains.

The spark of civilization is quietly burning, and even language has been born, because there are occasionally some strange words underneath the murals, as if to explain the murals.

The following mural is also as Modrian thought, the Yeti race gave birth to a more barbaric civilization, they have their own Yeti language, can master fire, can craft their own stone weapons, and have a similar existence of bosses.