Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hard oak trees that got in the way around them broke and smashed into the snow under the onslaught of the snowmen, their pale fur hiding the falling snowflakes, and the dark blue wild eyes patrolled the Noxian soldiers.

These are their locked prey, and the wonderful taste of fresh flesh and blood makes the desire to kill boil in the body.

"Watch their eyes." Modrian reminded him at the right time.

Legend has it that the Yeti has the frozen eyes of an ape, which can freeze its prey on the spot.

Bursts of intense life energy flowed through the Noxus soldiers' bodies, and the swords and shields were unsheathed, either resisting them in front of them, or tearing apart the cold wind, shining with sharp blades against the snowman.

Darius stood silently in the center of the group, letting the snowmen howl with excitement, his dark eyes searching the shadows around him, he waited, waited for the appearance of the snowman leader.

Obviously, the snowmen besieged and did not attack, there must be someone behind the command, but those noisy howls, I can't tell what language it is.

In the shadow forest, a solemn atmosphere lingers beneath the lush foliage.

The snowmen wondered why the humans in front of them weren't afraid of their howls.

Humans once encountered in the Lenwall Mountains would flee in fear when they heard their howls, eventually becoming fresh food for them when they ran out of energy.

Woooooo Woooooo

Strange and piercing howls roared through the shadows once more, and all the snowmen flapped their strong chest muscles with sounds like fear, excitement, and adoration.

Low, heavy footsteps sounded, and Modrian looked up, and an unusually burly figure ran swiftly in the gray shadows, the oak trees along the way torn apart by the thick snow-white arms, and the deafening howls were intimidating the Noxian array.

"It's a giant evil snowman!" Looking at the burly snowman close at hand, Modrian whispered, information about the giant evil snowman in his mind.

The Giant Evil Snowman, the leader of the snowmen who live in the polar realm, is even larger than ordinary snowmen, and can stand up to about three times the height of humans.

Territorial and savage, these tower-like giants will attack and devour any warm-blooded creatures they come across, then scatter their bones in the snow and ice.

As he approached the Noxus array, the giant snowman in front of him slammed his arms into the ground, stirring up large fields of dirt and snowflakes, and then opened his bloody mouth, and the viscous saliva melted the snow, and the roar echoed through the forest.

Woooooo Woooooo Woooooo

A series of strange howls passed from one snowman to another, some unknown language, as if announcing something to each other, and then all the snowmen flapped their chests, their dark blue eyes revealing excitement to kill.

"Blood!"

"Kill!"

"Torn!"

"Smash!"

"Die!"

A hoarse roar erupted, and Theon clenched the massive black axe, his ugly face full of mockery.

Are these damn ants putting on a show? Sorry, Noxus don't perform, just kill.

Rumble!

With his armoured legs slamming into the hard snow, his red armor belt glittering with dazzling brilliance, Sain's tank-like figure snapped into action, aiming for the Giant Snowman.

【Soul Furnace】!

Scarlet light surged wildly in Sain's eyes, and the huge body erupted with flame-like life energy, faintly forming a scarlet shield around his body.

"Kill!"

On the other side, the giant evil snowman spoke the strange lingua franca of humanity, and he was also not to be outdone, and his thick snow-white hair rushed forward and collapsed on top of his tower-like body.

The distance between the two was rapidly shortening, and the terrifying might squeezed the air in the Shadow Forest, forming a distorted transparent area.

When the distance was less than 10 meters, the giant evil snowman suddenly stopped, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his hideous and terrifying face, and a dark blue light brewed in his bloody mouth.

【Frozen Breath】

Extremely cold breath erupted in the Great Snowman, covering a large area in front of him, completely freezing the hard oak trees and the icy land as if disaster struck.

Boom!

Sain's tall and burly body rushed out of the cold area, the blue frost freezing on the gray-white muscles, but it didn't affect his movement in the slightest, and he violently slammed into the huge body of the giant snowman.

"Trash!"

"Die!"

[Killer Roar]!

The visible air fluctuations exploded in the ears of the giant evil snowman, and the bloodthirsty smile had not yet faded, and the viscous blood slid down the eyes, nostrils, and mouth, and the red and snow-white hair looked particularly miserable.

[Brutal Slamming]!

Without any hesitation, riding on the stunned state of the giant evil snowman, Sain raised the huge black axe. Crimson life energy shines like the sun in the Shadow Forest.

The black axe was cut off, and the huge head fell into the snow, and the raging blood was surging like a fountain, rendering Sain's body, and a little blood flowed on the ugly face, with an indescribable violent beauty.

Woooooo Woooooo Woooooo

The strange howl sounded again, no longer excited, with fear, with a chill, with a shudder.

But in an instant, the snowmen stopped attacking, and they timidly looked at the silent team in front of them, as if they saw the smile of the mythical god of death.

Run away!?

Or go on the offensive!?

The snowmen are somewhat overwhelmed by the lack of a leader, but the Noxian soldiers will not give them the power to choose.

【Earth Petrification】!

The War Stonemason blasted the snow with an iron staff in his hand, splashing snowflakes and several Digger Worms sneaking up to his feet when the Yeti attacked, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Now, the roles of the hunter and the prey have been reversed, and the prey cannot escape the pursuit of the war stonemasons.

The slaughter is back!

The Noxian Scarlet Cavalry matched the rhythm of the attack of the Trefalli Legionnaires, slaughtering the group of snowmen who had lost their fighting spirit, and the blood depicted the ruthlessness of the battlefield like pen and ink.

The strange cries and the tugging of the blade through the body played a sad song of escape.

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

Standing on the edge of the battlefield, Modrian is getting used to being no longer a pioneer knight who once had to be hands-on, but a true lord.

Staring at the Nolsas soldiers not far away, they were like ruthless machines, harvesting life on the battlefield, Modrian whispered: "This is my blade, it represents my will!" ”