The half-trace crescent moon hangs in the hazy night, and the bright moonlight is like a river of silver waves, pouring down on the camp at the foot of the mountain, and the white mist is filled.

Darius stood silently on the hill, his deep gaze constricting all his edges, the black cutter behind him, his scarlet cloak rippling slightly with the night breeze, curling up a little moonlight.

Behind him, there was the silent undead god of war, Seon, the unequaled sword Ji Fiona with a cold face, and the dignified face of the Holy Hammer Bobby, the solemn atmosphere covering the sky over the camp, and the stars dimmed.

Dangdang!

The three heavy and long bells rang halfway up the mountain, like a prelude to a song of fate, playing a parting song for the coming war.

"Let's go!"

As the moonlight fell, Darius looked up at Fort Delvo, and vaguely saw Modrian's Svein, his hard face showing a smile, cold and iron-blooded.

Immediately, the Noxian soldiers, who had long been ready to go, marched forward in the night, and the young dragon lizard was silently followed by the solemn atmosphere, looking down, orderly and dense.

Fate has risen, the fire of war is burning, and no one can get a glimpse of the final result!

At the same time, in the town of Irwindal, the gentle moonlight paints the garrison's mansion with a layer of gentle, bright, and elegant colors.

A lonely shadow towered over the eaves of the mansion, quietly overlooking all the buildings, and dozens of faint shadows gathered around it.

"Let's get started, purge all spies and betrayers!"

The subtle words did not hide the intention of killing, and the Lord of the Shadow Flow looked at the silent town, narrowing his eyes slightly, and the scarlet color became more and more intense in his pupils.

When the expedition begins, the rear must remain absolutely cohesive, and the spies and betrayers hidden deep in the town of Irwindale will be a good warning to smear the Valoran Collar with bright blood.

The black clouds obscured the half-traces of the crescent moon, the dim starlight was quietly hidden, and a touch of shadow shuttled through the streets of the town, taverns, barracks, trading houses, and other buildings everywhere, bringing brilliant blood-colored fireworks.

The panic of the town of Irwindale appeared, the bright lights illuminated the dark night, but after seeing the armored Noxian soldiers patrolling the streets, the horror was in their hearts, and the words of reproach swallowed in their stomachs, and these great merchants and gentlemen regained their quiet, only the lights of the night flickered to tell the uncertainty of their hearts.

Taking advantage of the sudden chaos, the fat brewmaster Gulagas led a part of the soldiers into the night and disappeared without a trace.

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

A thin green mist mixed with a little bit of blood descended on the Blackwood Province, and the once sparsely populated land was completely deserted, every road was covered with solidified blood, and the burning villages and towns were piled with the corpses of large numbers of human civilians.

Bang!

Hideous skulls rolled off, blood splattered at his feet, and the gnoll chief sat high on top of the watchtower, with the town in ruins behind him, a few wisps of ash floating in the night sky.

The head with blood at his feet was the garrison from this town, who organized a good resistance, but unfortunately it was too weak, and he gave this town a 'reward' and slaughtered all life!

Burst!

Habakak casually crushed the booty, picked up the blood-stained stone spear, and stood up, the tall and strong figure made the chief of the guard behind him faintly frightened.

"You're saying that the few teams sent to Silverpine haven't been heard from, not even the scouts they've sent out?"

The hoarse voice had no trace of emotion, but it was like that, and the gnoll guard couldn't help but kneel on the ground, trembling.

"Yes, I suspect that the rebellion was organized in the province of Yinsong, or it could be that the Gate of Sorrow sent soldiers to encircle and suppress it."

Recently, the province of Blackwood has been swept away by crazy gnoll soldiers like locusts, and even the southern province of Morizhong has been invaded, and it has to station a legion on the edge of the province, and even hire some mercenary teams to clean up the small group of gnolls soldiers circulating in the territory, maybe the same will be true of Silverpine Province!

"It won't be the Gate of Sorrow, and it won't be the city of Edalas!" Habakak looked at the place where the Silver Pine Province was located with cold dark green eyes, and he was a little curious in his heart, which force dared to challenge the Gnoll Legion?

During the invasion of the Blackwood Province, the Gnolls plundered countless wealth, slaves, and weapons and armor, and transported them to the Cockel tribe, and along the way, received the secret news of Lord North.

The Stoke Kingdom has given up Blackwood Province and most of Silverpine Province by default, and as long as the Gnoll Legion does not provoke the Gate of Sorrow and Edalas City for no reason, there will definitely be no Stoke Kingdom legion on the battlefield.

"What are you still holding onto, cowardly kingdom?" Habakak cracked his mouth, revealing grayish fangs, and a bloody smile filled his face.

"Are you going to have some fun with me?"

"Immediately arrange the soldiers at the front to conduct an indiscriminate sweep on the border of the Blackwood Province, and find out who it is for me!" Habakak looked at the chief of the guard in front of him and said casually. "You go in person, I hope that the next time I return, it will no longer be useless speculation!"

"Yes!" The chief of the guard smiled humbly, then got up to leave.

Whew!

The howls of bloodthirsty madness echoed in the town continuously, and countless gnolls gathered from the streets, buildings, and alleys, looking up at the roaring Habakak on the watchtower, and let out an excited roar, connected into a piece, like a raging wave.

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Limontanlu, St. Bernal's Palace.

The intricately carved window hangings are draped in a light veil of moonlight, and the golden spire reflects the half-moon moon, and the atmosphere of tranquility is in the air.

Inside the palace, the light of candles illuminates the dim environment, and the ice blue hair slightly obscures Yi's face, he silently looks at the war sand table placed in the center, this elaborate sand table clearly dissects all the cities and mountain terrain in the kingdom territory, and the original white light of the Black Wood Province and the Silver Pine Province has gradually been filled with blood.

"Your Majesty, Forsbello Fortress has once again sent an urgent request for help, hoping that the Kingdom will send troops to solve the plague of gnolls in the province of Blackwood." Duke Dacama stood at the bottom of the stairs and said with a normal face.

"Isn't the Military Department all strategizing to abandon the Blackwood Province?" Guy took his gaze away from the war sand table and looked at Duke Dacama and asked with a slight smile.

"I have received information from all sides that there are many nobles in Limontamune, hoping to ......... The Jackals have done too much killing! Duke Dakama's deep eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, and he said softly.

"The purge is about to begin, and I don't want to make a fuss!" Guy said coldly, a faint coercion permeating the luxurious palace.

"And didn't you teach me, a man of kings, to be cold-blooded and ruthless?"