The haze of war erodes the sky, the cold spring breeze blows on the mountain roads of the city of Edalas, the once prosperous scene has disappeared, the wide road is filled with countless fleeing people, the noise and chaos resound, the crying and mourning are endless, and the panicked and numb ordinary people can be seen everywhere.

The smell of smoke and fire spread from the messy foothills to the walls of Edalas, and the crowded buildings were almost all rudimentary wooden houses, except for the slightly better places near the walls, and some order could be faintly discerned.

Like the terraces in the hilly area, there are clear layers and classes, and they also appeal to the different fates of different people.

"Edalas City." Kree rode Skal and looked at the majestic city in front of him, even if he had seen it many times, he had to be amazed by it, and there was a ** in his heart that made him want to conquer this place.

"How far have the Gnoll Legion come here?"

Since the gnolls can trace the traces of humans, then Kree is also more aware of the clues and traces of the city of Edalas.

"Expected to arrive in half a day!" Gregory looked at the ordinary people at the foot of the city wall, his face was solemn, and then he looked at the yodeler in front of him and asked softly.

"Shall we stop the Legion of the Gnolls?"

Hearing this, Kree did not answer, his left eye flashed with inexplicable thoughts, and then he looked at Gregory and grinned, his sharp teeth with a little blood.

"Little one, I know what you think. Don't forget, our mission is to defend the western part of Valoran's territory, and the city of Edalas is not part of Valoran's territory. ”

Perhaps we can also see some of the strength of Edalas City. Kree's expression was solemn, and he smelled something different in this sudden storm.

Cold-blooded, maybe. Kree smiled casually, his gray and plush face had long been stained red with blood, and his body that had not been bathed for more than ten days was filled with a fishy smell, the smell of killing and glory.

In the Valoran Continent, in the Noxian Empire, he had participated in every campaign ever provoked by the Legion, and had never been deterred from any battle, so what kind of killing did he not participate in? What kind of tragic scene has he not seen?

The killing that was about to take place was nothing more than a small matter for him.

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Buzzing! Buzzing!

In the afternoon sunshine of spring, on the hazy horizon, there are countless dense black dots running forward, and a strong tremor sound triggers the city of Edalas, causing panic and restlessness.

In front of the thick and strong city gate, a large number of people were crowded, mostly gentlemen and mercenaries, who had a certain status and had already entered the city, and those who remained outside were ordinary people and civilians who had no power or status and did not have enough wealth.

Hoarse begging for mercy, crying and angry, desperate and sad, all kinds of life are staged here, just to survive, but unfortunately, the guards on the towering city wall seem to have not heard, staring coldly into the distance, invading the army of gnolls.

Bloody killing, so natural!

The rushing gnolls started from the foot of the mountain, frantically releasing the imprisoned ** in their hearts, in front of the group of human heavy cavalry, they were powerless, but in front of this group of slightly resisting human civilians, they were invincible.

Countless corpses fell on the mountain road, and the blood that flowed pooled into streams, staining the wide road outside the city of Edalas red.

Even the red sun in the sky can't bear to look at it directly, and the white clouds cover it, and the blazing sun is not visible.

Whew!

After a few hours, the howls of excitement continued one after another, and the bloody slaughter was over, and almost half of the fleeing people who had gathered at the walls of Edalas were slaughtered, and the rest were still lying in the gate area, their faces numb with expressions of despair.

Habakak walked along the mountain roads of the city of Edalas, where the crumbling human remains were strewn on both sides, and the potholes were filled with blood and flesh.

The rich smell of blood made him feel intoxicated, and as far as he could see, there were hardly any living people in sight, all of them were corpses in miserable death clothes.

Flames burned in the rudimentary wooden houses, and the gnolls ran to and fro in every dwelling, searching for anyone alive.

"Weak human city!" Habakak looked up at the city of Edalas at the end of the mountain road, a taunt and the spoils piled up at the gates.

If it weren't for North's order and the existence of that human heavy cavalry, he would have wanted to attack that majestic city directly, but fortunately, he was sensible and controlled**, once he rashly attacked, the human side would definitely not let go of the invading gnoll legion.

The importance of the city of Edalas in the Desolate Northlands was heard of even by Habakak as far away as the kingdom of Besilik, and there were many lizardmen traders who enjoyed the free trade here.

"Pass the order, don't let the soldiers attack the humans on the mountain again, that's a whetstone!" Habakak turned to the gnolls and commanded that he didn't want his soldiers to lose their wildness when they fought the human heavy cavalry.

"Also, let the minions search around, remember not to go too far, I have a hunch that the human heavy cavalry is definitely nearby!"

"Yes, Chief Chief!" The gnolls left and scattered a few out, the sound of running dissipating into the blood-colored roads of the mountains.

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In the city of Edalas, there are more than a dozen noble figures standing on the towering city walls, looking at the miserable scene at the foot of the mountain, the atmosphere of silence is lingering, only the sound of heavy breathing is heard from time to time.

"Why? Viscount Rockefeller, why not let the legions of archers deter those damned gnolls! Beniciz said aloud, his expression full of anger, as a meritorious nobleman who had experienced the Great Patriotic War, he could not bear the tragic scene in front of him.

"Baron Benny, remember who you are, and obey the orders of your superiors, as for why? I don't want to explain. Rockefeller said with a somewhat gloomy face, he was the eldest son of the Harriman family, but he was accused by a baron in front of many nobles.

Even if he was the garrison of Edalas City, Limontanlu received a warrant that he, Viscount Rockefeller, would be in charge of all the important affairs of Edalas City during the war.

"Arrange for the legion to be on duty at the city wall, and once the gnolls attack the city, immediately warn them." Rockefeller stopped looking at Baron Benny, and turned to another nobleman beside him.

"In addition, arrange for the mage legion to rest in shifts tonight, the gnolls are still very afraid of spells."

"Yes, Viscount Rockefeller!" The young court nobleman responded.

Immediately, Rockefeller turned and wanted to walk down the wall, but as he passed by Baron Benny's side, he paused slightly and said softly and sarcastically.

"I know you have the support of Baron Modrian behind you, but now that the kingdom is in full swing, the glory of the Valentant royal family shines on the Stoke kingdom again, don't be too obsessed."

Without waiting for Baron Benny to speak, Rockefeller smiled and left directly, and more than a dozen aristocratic figures immediately followed, leaving Baron Benny alone.

"Wang Dang? Modrian? Is this the general trend of the kingdom? Baron Benny looked at the bloody scene under the city walls, and his face was a little pale.

"It's really full of paradoxical guilt!"