On the edge of Morishige Province, somewhere in the jungle of a flat field.

The snow piles up on the branches, pressing out a shallow arc, and with the cold wind howling, a few snow particles flutter and fall.

Suddenly, a slight rustling sound sounded in the silent night, and a woman with long brown hair walked into this ice and snow jungle, holding a steel staff, her cold eyes scanned the surroundings back and forth, and for about four or five minutes, she let go of the staff, raised her right hand, and signaled from afar.

After a while, Dravine and more than a dozen Trefali legionnaires appeared on the edge of the ice jungle, looking at them, a little sleepy, and their faces were covered with wind and frost.

"Damn, is it true that the entire province of Mori Chong has fallen? How can there be those lizardmen and beasts everywhere, and there are lizardman warriors stranded in the barren paths. Draven carried a ring-handled battle axe, and his long black beard was stained with snowflakes.

"Tamara, how many waves of lizardmen warriors have we encountered?"

The brown-haired woman in the gray-and-white cloak squinted at Draven and ignored his question: "Hurry up and rest, I feel like we're going to run into a large army of the Lizardmen Legion." ”

"Just in the last few days."

"Okay." Draven casually leaned on the hard trunk of the tree, and under the influence of external forces, the snowflakes in the canopy of the tree fell, but they automatically drifted into the open space when they approached Draven's body.

"I hope to be a little more passionate then, I've been feeling a little bored lately, hmm.... I miss the arena of Irwindale, where my axes could drink their blood. ”

Tamara crossed her arms, and the steel staff was placed on the left side of her arm, where she could easily reach it: "If you have any opinions, you can tell General Darius after the mission, but now, as the team's war stonemason, I am responsible for this reconnaissance mission." ”

She knew that Draven was eager to kill, and out of caution, she stopped several times along the way that Draven wanted to slaughter the lizardmen warriors.

"How so, war stonemason of Noxus, I fully recognize your abilities." Draven put away his expression and looked serious.

In the Noxian Legion, the War Stonemasons are the most important and indispensable part, the stubborn stone in their blood and the steel in their souls, worthy of the respect of all.

Tamara glanced at Draven in surprise, and when she heard the solemnity in her tone, her expression softened a lot: "I went to look around, I don't know why, there is always a feeling of uneasiness when entering this ice and snow jungle." ”

With that, Tamara picked up the steel staff and prepared to enter the vast ice jungle.

"Be careful, this place is already within scout range of the Lizardmen Legion." Delevingne told him that after seeing Tamara's figure disappear, he arranged for the Trefali legionnaires to scatter their guards.

As he said, from the moment he entered the province of Morishige, there were scattered lizardman warriors and gnolls everywhere, frantically searching for human traces, and even going in and out of various small and claustrophobic places.

"Crazy brute." Muttering a few words, Draven looked up at the snowflakes in the sky and relaxed slightly.

The cold temperature filled the icy jungle, Tamara shuttled through the rough roads, and the scattered wind and snow covered the traces, looking at her movements, she did not see the weak physique of a French professional at all, but more like a melee professional such as a knight.

As time passed, Tamara took vigorous steps to survey her surroundings, and as she returned, she passed by a frozen pool, and Huo Ran froze.

Under the off-white cloak, Tamara frowned slightly, and his eyes indifferently examined the waterhole environment, as precise as a scalpel.

The mud puddles, the puddles, the ice, a little bit of careful viewing, all seemed to be fine, but she was indifferent, her spiritual perception spread, and she patiently dissected and searched.

"Here?" Tamara walked to the edge of the waterhole, squatted down slightly, her left hand sinking into the snow, and felt a tiny scale, even after the baptism of snow, she still smelled the subtle smell of blood.

"Lizardmen have been here?! Is it after us? ”

"No.... No, it shouldn't be our traces. "Tamara closes her eyes and perceives, as if she melts into the earth, and the taste will deceive the senses, but the earth never will.

"And the residual breath of death, belonging to the human soldiers?! ..... The battle ended quite a few moments ago. ”

Opening her cold eyes, Tamara pondered slightly, and the snowflakes kept falling in her sight: "The wind and snow have obscured the deeper information, maybe the group of lizardmen has not gone far yet." ”

Standing still, Tamara looked out into the depths of the snowy jungle and clutched the steel staff.

In fact, by now, the mission of the War Masons was almost over, and the traces left along the way guided the Noxus Legion in the rear, but she was not satisfied with this.

Tamara knew exactly what this war meant for Valoran, and she needed to do more, such as finding the survivors of the Mori Heavy Province, preferably the soldiers who had fled the war, so that she could get information about the Lizardmen Legion.

After much hesitation, Tamara decided to go back first, it would take too long to come out, and the discovery of the waterhole needed to be reported to Draven, after all, that guy was the captain of the reconnaissance mission.

The cold wind howled, drowning Tamara's departed figure, falling snowflakes covering the waterhole again, and crystalline ice reflecting the dim starlight.

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Deep in the jungle, in a dark and dark environment, a blazing bonfire was lit.

Through the dim light, you can vaguely see that this is a battlefield that has just ended, the trees in the surrounding area seem to be uprooted, the dry bark is scattered in the snow, and the broken stumps are stacked with stiff corpses, and if you look closely, there are many corpses, about twenty or so.

The light purple armor had long since faded and was tossed aside, revealing a pale flesh/body, curled up in strange shapes.

The eyes and mouth are open in fear, and the dry and hard skin is cracked with fine lines; The sturdy skull shattered, as if it had been attacked with heavy weapons, white liquid mixed with ice and snow dripping beneath the corpse; The internal organs of the body were also dragged outside, and some of them had been taken away, disturbed by the temperature, and the raging blood clotted into lumps and spread on the rough stumps.

"These human bed bugs are really hiding, actually hiding in waterholes, and if they don't accidentally return to get water, they may not be able to find their traces." Around the campfire, a lizardman warrior in delicate chain mail grinned, and the branch he held in his right hand was strung with bloody thigh bones, and several bites could be seen.

"Don't talk nonsense, after the rest, I'm ready to return to the team as soon as possible." In the center of the lizardman squad, the lizardman, who obviously looked much taller and stronger, said in a muffled voice.

"Violet Guards? Ha, vulnerable! ”

"I'm desperate to get a win on the frontal battlefield, not to look for these fish that slipped through the net, and I'm wasting my time."

Devouring the bloody organs in his hands in one gulp, the strong lizardman stretched out his slender tongue and licked the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the killing jade in his cloudy eyes was undisguised.

"I've heard that the Legion is in a state of aggression in front of the human fortress of Nuu, and I feel like this is our chance to show those weak human scum the fear of death brought by the Stigmata Veterans!"

After eating the cut food, the strong lizardman looked around the campfire and saw that they were almost rested, and urged: "Hurry up, cut off the heads of the humans, and bring them all back, those are war feats!" ”

The echo of laughter sounded, and immediately the lizardman warriors got up, picked up the different styles of weapons in their hands, and walked to the broken stump area, reaping their own 'battle exploits'.