"It's time for us to go."

Beyond the cold wind and snow in the twilight, Tamara walked up to Draven with a steel staff in hand, interrupting his thoughts with a silent voice.

With a hint of weariness ringing in his ears, Draeven turned his head slightly to look at Tamara, the brilliant war stonemason who had lost his former leanness, a little blood penetrating his eyes, and his chapped face was covered with exhaustion.

It wasn't just Tamara, Dravin looked around, his keen eyes piercing through the falling snowflakes, and he noticed that there was something unusual about the Trefali legionnaires who were resting with their eyes closed.

Their bodies were obscured by their heavy armor, and their hands were still clenched on the instruments of death, but Draven, who knew them well, sensed an air of exhaustion that was hard to hide.

During this time, whether they were resting or advancing, there were always lizardmen warriors who followed their tracks, hindering their pace with a mad and savage attitude, and constantly harassing the team.

This is a dilemma created by pride, from the establishment of Valoran Territory to the present, the Noxian Legion has experienced many battles and battles, and the endless glory has made them lose their sense of awe, and some underestimate the military power of this world.

Draven got up and gently lifted the ring-handled axe in his hand: "Ready to go, we need ...... Well? Before the words fell, a slight movement suddenly sounded in my ears.

The wind and snow were scattered, and in the dim light, Draven saw a number of heavily armored gnolwolf soldiers at the edge of the woods, slowly surrounding the small dead woods.

"Phew!" Spat out a mouthful of blood-colored spittle, Draven's wrist fluttered, and the ring-handled axe spun rapidly. "Is this scared? Begin arranging for the gnolls to be sent to their deaths? ”

In the battles of recent days, the most encountered by Draven and the Trefali Legionnaires are lizardman warriors, with strong bodies and wide open and closed fighting styles, which are very much in line with Noxus's fighting style.

So in front of the more powerful Trefali legionnaires, the lizardmen warriors suffered a lot of calamity.

Occasionally, you will encounter Gnoll Soldiers, who are more animalistic, crazy and bloodthirsty than Lizardmen Warriors, but the pressure brought by these brutes is obviously not enough, far less than the Stigmata veterans in the Ice and Snow Jungle before.

When the gnolls approached, Draven's expression was slightly solemn, he was a gnoll heavy armor warrior.

In the many wars that led to the Varro Lord, the Gnoll hoplites were quite elite hoplites, and caused some trouble for the Noxian expeditionary cavalry.

"Go first, I'll catch up with you." Draeven turned the ring-handled axe in his hand and rolled up pieces of wind and snow.

"Huh?" His brow furrowed when he saw that Tamara and the Trefali legionnaires beside him did not move.

"Don't worry, the gnolls won't stop me." With that, Draven looked indifferently at each of the Trevali legionnaires until they all lowered their heads.

"We'll be waiting for you in front."

Tamara glanced at Draven and understood what was going on in his heart, that it was time to regain his energy. Immediately, she led the Trefalli legionnaires away quickly, and the figure disappeared into the snow.

Click! Click! Click!

The sudden sound of rapid footsteps, like a horn of attack, the gnoll heavy warrior saw the movements of the Trefari legionnaires, and launched an offensive without warning, and their emerald green eyes were full of wildness and killing.

They don't let the food in their mouths slip away.

"I hate the look in your eyes!" Draven said in disgust as he stared at the Jackal hoplites who were getting closer and closer.

"Wail for pain!"

[Bloody Dash]!

Draeven strode forward, a raging blood-colored stream rising beneath his feet, providing a powerful impetus for him to walk flat in the dead woods.

[Spin the Flying Axe]!

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

The ring-handled axe instantly soared into the air, slashing precisely at the gnoll heavy armor warriors who rushed in front of him.

What heavy armor, what hard fur, what means of defense.

Draven's axe was as brittle as paper, and with each sharp axe, a gnoll heavy warrior lost his life, and scorching blood bloomed like fireworks in the snow.

The destruction of the withered trees descended on the dead woods, and Draven frowned slightly, unexpectedly, such a bloody killing did not deter the jackals heavy armor warriors.

Even in fear, these gnolls were advancing frantically, aiming at Draven, as if some faith was sustaining them.

"Ha, it looks good, wherever I go, the blood will flow!" The corners of Draven's mouth cracked, a hideous and bloodthirsty smile flowed, his hands did not stop, and the sharp axe turned into phantoms in the woods.

No matter how you throw it, the Ring-Handled Axe will eventually fall into Draven's hands.

Draven's killing show begins, and the raging Gnoll hoplites become his target.

......

......

Time passed quietly, and the dim sky shone with a bright moonlight, mixed with a hint of blood.

In the cold and desolate battlefield of the dead woods, the corpses of the jackals heavy armor warriors were all over the ground, black, cold and stiff, and they looked strangely pitiful.

Marks of sharp axes could be seen everywhere on their bones, and along the terrible wounds, the stench of hot blood flowing down the ground formed pools of blood.

"The faith of the gods?" Draven saw the last group of more than a dozen gnoll heavy warriors rushing in front of him at the cost of the sacrifice of their companions, their eyes extremely merciless.

[Open the way and sharp]!

Draven clasped his hands together, and the two sharp axes came together, spinning at great speed, rolling up gusts of snow.

"Then use death to serve the so-called gods."

Buzzing!

The air exploded, and the swift spinning axe sliced through the air, leaving a clear and transparent trail that swept through the trees unstoppably.

In the next moment, the heavy armor shattered, and the gushing blood was like ink splashing on the snow, painting a bloody picture.

Click!

The sharp axe was disassembled, Draven looked at the messy battlefield, his expression was indifferent, the result of the war, he had seen it countless times, but the fanaticism to death was a little terrifying.

No longer counting the loot, Dravin took one last look at the darkening darkness of the night and set out on a quest for Tamara and the Trefali Legionnaires.

......

......

The night was bleak, like flowing water.

Delevin marched with all his might, saw the traces left by Tamara after the tea effort, and chased a little longer, and finally saw Tamara and the others.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and no accidents happened.

With the return of Draven, the speed of the team increased again, and no one on the snowy road asked about the final outcome of the battle in the Dead Woods, just as the Trefali legionnaires obeyed Draven's orders, and they believed in Draven.

The dawn broke through the dark curtain, and overnight, the cold fog hung all over the sky, obscuring the sky and the earth in a hazy haze.

Coupled with the continuous wind and snow, the unusual weather caused serious inconvenience to Delevingne and his party, but fortunately, they did not encounter the encirclement and interception of the lizardman warriors and gnolls soldiers on the subsequent journey, and they were further away from the Blackwood Province.

Walking in silence, Draedne at the front of the line looked solemn, for some reason, there was always a trace of uneasiness lingering in his heart, and the golden-red symbol on his abdomen with his palm caressing, he would never believe that the lizardmen would let them go so easily.

Not counting the attacks of the Ice and Snow Jungle, just along the way out, there were a lot of killings about lizardman warriors.

It wasn't until the intersection of Morishige Province and Kuroki Province that Draven finally knew the reason, and in front of the chaotic gravel area, an array of nearly a thousand lizardmen was being assembled.

The crimson flag flutters, engraved with pale gold lines, depicting the appearance of a lizard. All the lizardmen warriors face the exhausted Trefalis soldiers in full spirit.

More than that, directly behind the team, a faint and terrifying aura gradually rose, firmly locking on Draven and the others.

"Legendary!"

Draven turned his head to look at the wind and snow behind him, and a touch of astonishing battle intent appeared in his solemn eyes.

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