The day is getting dusk, and the night is covered.

In the dark and lonely jungle of Corker, the raging cold wind constantly invades the advancing gnolls and lizardmen scouts.

In the savage lizardfolk civilization, the delicate art of craftsmanship is lacking.

They do not have the skills to make cold-resistant clothing in large quantities, and can only rely on the skins of hunted beasts, the spoils of war, the rough armor, and the strong physique to resist the cold that stings the bone marrow.

The few who were skilled in their crafts were basically in the service of the priests and the royal family.

For these reasons, the kingdom of Besilik rarely plundered and provoked wars around the winter months.

But this time, for some reason, the Lizardman Temple sent an oracle and launched a nationwide war mobilization, sending a large number of skilled gnolls and lizardmen scouts across the icy jungle and on foot towards Valoran.

Fortunately, they can become scouts, and they are the best and warriors in the tribe, with a good constitution or powerful extraordinary abilities.

In the silent snowy jungle, the withered woods are densely packed, like strange cobwebs, intertwined to catch prey that falls into the trap.

"These damn human scouts, why do they bury so many traps that they are not afraid of accidentally hurting their own people?"

An emaciated lizardman scout crouches in the snow, cautiously examining the rough trap buried in the snow in front of him, ready to dismantle it.

Being a good scout requires not only great strength and keen observation, but also the ability to master traps.

The latter is more important in the jungle.

"Be quiet, Job."

The strong lizardman not far away reprimanded, looking nervously at the small trap in front of him, the cold wind blowing, and the ugly dark green face was dripping with fine sweat.

"Yes, Captain Morley."

Job quickly quieted down, concentrating on the trap in front of him.

A simple conversation, but it can be glimpsed that Molley has an unusual status and influence in this lizardman team.

Indeed, Molly is a lizardman scout on the path to the transcendent.

Compared to human professionals, lizardmen are born with the advantage of strength and physique, especially after stepping into the transcendental, the lizardmen's racial talent is not only not weakened, but faintly strengthened.

Unless they are promoted to a high-level professional, human professionals are inherently weak when facing the extraordinary lizardmen.

Morry, or the Scout Squad that appeared in the snow, are elite scouts active in the northern part of the kingdom of Besilik, who have fought and survived against the legion scouts of the Elmfaro Empire in the Palauser Hills.

This time, he was sent by the Lizardman Temple to trek to the Jungle of Coker.

Of course, they were well aware of the outcome of the war in the Great Plains of Shatar, and they also understood the strength of the Valoran Territory, so they were extremely cautious and vigilant.

"Captain, this trap is a bit more complicated than before." Job's voice sounded suddenly, startling Morley into a cold sweat.

"Damn Job, didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

"I'm sorry, Captain, my trap has been dismantled........"

Job said with a slight grievance, but his dark green face did not show the slightest hint of grievance, but instead looked intently at the small trap in front of Morley.

"Hmm.... It seems a little different, not like a trap set by human scouts. ”

"It's those gnomes (yodelers)!"

Hearing this, Morley's hands that were originally stretched out to the trap stopped, turned his head to look at Job behind him, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?" ”

Thinking of the terrifying combat power of those dwarf scouts, his expression was slightly solemn, and he quietly turned his gray pupils to look at the gloomy environment around him.

The main ship scout team is the main combat power that the Valoran Territory can have an advantage in the Corkle Jungle.

In addition to their terrifying prowess, the ingenious traps they laid brought countless bloody lessons to the lizardmen scouts.

"Sure!" Jobe's tone was very sure that among the traps he dismantled, there were similar small and delicate traps.

Molly crawled in the snow, moved back slightly, then stood up and patted Job on the shoulder: "It's up to you, little one." ”

Although Morry's strength is the strongest in the Lizardman Scout Squad, he admits that he is not as good as Job when it comes to traps.

"Okay, Captain."

Job nodded heavily, lay down on the snow, and slowly moved near the trap.

Snow and erosion of leaves mingle together, and tiny traps hide the edges of the roots. Anyone stepping on nearby snow or the roots of a tree crisscrossing them can detonate a deep trap.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The subtle movement echoed in his ears, and Job did not change his face, gently sweeping away the muddy snow particles, cleaning away the rotten leaves, and turning over the muddy ground.

The surrounding lizardfolk scouts took a few steps back, staring with bated breath, their hearts pounding.

During this period of confrontation in the shadows, they deeply realized that the amazing strength of those dwarf scouts was far from being comparable to them.

Click!

Job pulls out a thin blade and pries open the mushroom-like metal shell along the crack in the trap.

It stared intently at the structure inside the trap, a.... The square mechanical board, with a transparent red crystal embedded in the center, is constantly glittering.

The crimson light was reflected in Job's pupils, and an inexplicable danger suddenly spread from the depths of his soul to his mind, making his pale eyes instantly bloodshot.

"Running ........."

Thundered!

In an instant, a huge roar resounded through the sky, covering Job's voice, and a stream of dark green magical energy gushed out from the small trap, directly engulfing the thin body of the lizardman scout.

Then the dark green magical energy expanded and exploded sharply, pressing the cold air pressure around it, turning into layers of green air waves, impacting in all directions, kicking up rotten leaves and muddy dust, and countless crystal snowflakes falling from the canopy.

There was no time to react, and all the lizardfolk scouts around him, including Molly, were all trapped in the green air wave and couldn't extricate themselves.

Sonorous!

In the dim jungle, the sharp cold light appeared like moonlight.

Armed with swords and axes, the Noxian scouts burst out from behind the trees, nonchalantically slashing at the lizardmen scout squad.

The sword rises and falls, and the viscous blood spills on the white snow, rendering a cruel picture.

"Roar!"

Heavily armoured, Morley let out a howl of rage and despair, and a majestic amount of life energy poured out of his tall body, clinging to the surface of the scales' skin.

From the explosion of the trap to the raid of the Noxian scouts, in just a few seconds, more than half of the elite scout team led by it has been lost.

Overwhelmed by his anger, Molly raised his mace and looked at the killing Captain of Noxus, his bloodthirsty eyes wide, and walked briskly.

The three remaining lizardmen scouts behind them raised their heads and let out a terrible howl, attacking with the same fearlessness.

Rumble!

Sharp axes and maces collide, and several sparks burst out, dotting the dark environment.

Captain Noxus was caught off guard by Morley's ferocious attack, and the Transcendent Lizardman was unexpectedly powerful, but it was also his time to push his limits.

The axe flew over, and the Noxian Ten-Commander burst out with all his strength very decisively, his excited eyes fixed on the neck of the lizardman scout, as if he was expecting something.

Unfortunately, the natural abilities of the lizardfolk don't completely erase the gap through individual skill.

Poof!

The bright red blood flowers bloomed, and the Noxus Ten-Commander couldn't bear the tremendous force, and took a few steps back, the tiger's mouths in his hands cracked, and the black sharp axe that he couldn't hold was embedded in the snow under his feet.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Morley stepped forward, his thick arms wrapped around the neck of the Noxian Ten-Commander like a python, and his life energy suddenly exploded, directly crushing the sturdy standard helmet, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a blushing face.

"Goodbye!"

The mace was raised high, and Morley aimed at the head of the enemy in front of him, ready to swing it down.

[Blind Blowgun]!

The branches of the canopy above his head swayed, and the members of the main ship's scouts were exposed, and a green sharp cold light flashed from the mouth of the blowgun in his hand, which hit Molly's head with precision.

Boom!

As soon as the members of the main ship's scout team landed, they immediately jumped high, drew the scimitar hanging from their waists, and wiped the enemy's throat with lightning speed.

Thin green threads spread along the cracks in the scales, Morley's raised arms dangling limply, and maces falling into the snow.

Burst!

Sticky, foul-smelling blood poured down on the face of the Noxian Centurion like a bath canopy, retrieving his attention.

Noxians are not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean they yearn for it.

"End the fighting as soon as possible, and we have to move on." The members of the main ship's scout team commanded in a low voice, and the small size erupted in fatal damage in the brief confrontation just now.

Turning his head, he looked at the shattered body near the trap, and his face showed pity, very good scout talent, in time, he could become a top scout.

Noxas Ten's head nodded slightly, regrouped, and followed in the footsteps of the main ship's scouts, diving into the darkening jungle.

The night was gloomy and the stars were shining.

Looking at the vast Coker Jungle at this time, the brutal battles that took place here were only a small microcosm of war.

Since Timo gave the order, the Noxus scouts and the main ship scouts were like a torrent in the dark, fighting back against the wave of scouts that spread towards the kingdom of Besilik.

Killing gnolls and lizardmen don't sit still, they follow their hearts and attack decisively.

Pitch-black armor and dark green bodies frantically intertwined and annihilated in this icy jungle, and countless crimson blood infected the snow-white world.

Compare to the silence of the Noxians and yodelers.

The howls of the gnolls and the roars of the lizardmen come together to play a savage and wild offensive rhapsody that breaks the silence of the jungle environment.

They trample through the snow, destroy trees, and look for enemies.

Death begins to come frequently.

Valoran and Besilik kingdoms are throwing in more and more scouts for battle after snowy night.

Soon, the kingdom of Besilik fell into the brink of war.

Countless gnolls and lizardmen scouts left young lives and covered the bright red snow, and Valoran paid a great price for it.

However, the two sides did not choose to stop, but instead intensified, leaving countless traces of fighting in the pale Koker jungle.

......

The night is getting darker, and the stars in the sky are falling with a blue glow.

Timo stood quietly on a small hill, looking out over the blood-stained jungle of Coker, the mangled remains of lizardmen and gnolls at his feet.

The gloomy jungle in front of you is like a slaughtering mill that is constantly throwing in its prey, devouring countless fresh lives.

This is war, the brutal slaughterhouse of death.

It never changes by personal will, nor does it end with endless death. Even the greatest heroes can't change the tide of battle alone.

The figures behind Timo flickered, whether they were Noxian Scouts, or Shadowstreamers, or the Main Ship Scouts, whispering and bringing the latest intelligence on the Scarlet War.

The losses of the Scouts of the Valoran Lord, the key offensive directions of the Gnoll Scouts and the Lizardmen Scouts, and most importantly - the number of legions in the Kingdom of Besilik.

"Are they crazy? Actually weakened the defense of the Elanfaro Empire and dispatched many northern lizardmen tribes to the Corkel jungle? ”

Teemo's expression was unusually solemn, and his thoughts kept flooding with thought.

The relationship between the kingdom of Besilik and the Empire of Eranfaro can be described as quite tense, and the war scenes in the Palause Hills are still vivid.

But why did the kingdom of Besilik send the northern lizardmen tribe this time? Is it an unknown agreement with the Elanfaro Empire?

The news brought back by the scout team of the main ship that broke through the blockade was integrated---

The number of legionnaires mobilized by the Besilik Kingdom this time exceeded 100,000, and the flags were fluttering all over the mountains.

Among them are the totemic banners of many northern tribes, as well as a large number of gnolls clans.

This is only a preliminary estimate, as for the real number of soldiers in the kingdom of Besilik, it will take some time to determine.

Thundered!

A surge of magical energy suddenly appeared in the night sky, and a huge pillar of green light rose into the sky, attracting Timo's attention.

"Lizardman Priest!"

Every Lizardman Priest is a wise man born from the Lizardman tribe.

Favored by the god of the lizardmen, they are godsends, and they have a gift for magic that allows them to harmonize with the energies of nature.

In the jungle area, the [Intermediate Spell: Perspective] mastered by the Lizardman Priest can perfectly detect the scout's hidden figure, and then command the guards on his side to deal a fatal blow to the scouts.

This is the advantage of a French professional, far more troublesome and annoying than any Gnoll heavy armor warrior and camouflage scout.

Timo looked at the movement of the spell in the distance, and although it quickly disappeared, he still sensed the aura of the main ship's scouts.

This was supposed to be an unexpected encounter between the main ship scout team and the squad led by the lizardman priest, and then a fierce battle immediately broke out.

As for the final victory?

He didn't think his main ship scout team would lose.

Remember, never underestimate the power of the Scout Commandments.

"Huh? What does that mean? The breath of legend. Teemo looked out into the jungle in the distance, contempt flashing across his beige face.

"After all, can't bear the loss and forcibly intervene?"

In his perception, there was a hidden legendary aura in the direction of the kingdom of Besilik, escaping into the dark jungle, slowly approaching the flesh mills on both sides.

"Victory, it belongs to Valoran!"

With a wave of his hand, Teemo was the first to retreat into the shadows of the night, a faint electric glow and a dark green shadow behind him, silently following and disappearing at the same time.

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Notes: Yodelers are about the same height as gnomes, and can easily be mistaken for gnomes or dwarves when the kingdom of Beshilik is unaware of their race.