Blackwood Province, the array of Noxian legions under the wind and snow.

"Legendary lizardmen?" Modrian looked at Kree and Delevingne in front of him, looking a little surprised.

Listen to Cree's debriefing, combined with information gathered from Gregory and Wassman's reconnaissance mission.

"We seem to be overlooking something?"

"Perhaps the lizardmen who gathered in the province of Morizhong before did not find any trace of us at all, but out of vigilance, the Cockel tribe was arranged to watch out for us."

"Then, for some unknown reason, a team of pterosaur knights was sent into the province of Blackwood, but they encountered Quinn and Demacia dragon bird knights, and the whole army was wiped out."

"So what is it that causes the lizardmen to be so concerned about Valoran's movements, or is there something else?"

Modrian was thoughtful, but when he saw Draven who had never moved in front of him, he smiled lightly: "Don't worry, we will enter the Mori Province immediately, at least complete part of the plan we made before." ”

The fact has happened, it is useless to blame Draven excessively, and from Draven's description, there is a faint glimpse of the terrifying power of the kingdom of Besilik and the temple of the lizardmen.

No less elite lizardmen than the tryphali legionnaires, superior legionary mobility, and legendary lizardmen ready to be dispatched.

Judging from the description alone, it is impossible for the Noxus Legion to quietly approach the fortress of Nuu, rather than find out and prepare early, and do not fall into the unknown situation to know the horror of the Lizardman Temple.

"We must start a rapid march, otherwise the situation on the side of the Nuu fortress will deteriorate extremely." Darius glanced lightly at Draven, stepped up from his side, and spoke in a deep voice.

Modrian frowned slightly, looked at Darius, and motioned to elaborate.

"Since we can gain insight into the strength of the Besilik Kingdom and part of the Lizardman Temple, then the other party can also know our approximate strength."

"Therefore, it is impossible for the lizardmen to put themselves in a situation where they are looking at each other, and it is estimated that the Nuu fortress on the frontline battlefield will inevitably suffer from the frantic attack of the lizardmen."

"Once the Nuu Fortress is lost, I am afraid that we will encounter many difficulties after entering the Morishige Province." Darius explained the current situation in a coherent manner, and his expression was unusually calm, as if the difficulties he was talking about did not affect him at all.

"I suggest getting involved in the lizardmen's winter plundering war before the Nuu fortress falls."

"Or ....." Darius turned his head to look at Pan Sen and Zhao Xin, whose meaning was self-explanatory, and sent many heroes under his command to plow the court and sweep the caves with the power of thunder, defeating many powerhouses of the Lizardman Temple.

This is the most unavoidable choice.

Because they don't know the specific powers that the Lizardmen Temple possesses.

On top of that, according to Kree's description, the legendary lizardman who intercepted Draeven carried a faint aura of divine power.

Therefore, in this winter skimming war launched by the lizardmen, there may be a lizardman god secretly guiding you.

"Arrange it and rush to the Nuu Fortress immediately!" Modrian said solemnly.

Valoran didn't want the Stoke kingdom after the lizardmen had plundered it, it wasn't in their interests, and it was far more difficult to re-establish order than to destroy it.

"Yes!" Darius nodded, then turned to look at Draven and Cree, and motioned for them to follow him and run to the front array.

Although the mission failed, Draven and Tamara had already figured out some routes to move forward, which would save some time.

Frost and mist filled his vision, and Modrian looked at the silent Noxian legion, his heart was slightly calm, and the atmosphere of war was shrouded, but it did not affect many soldiers in the slightest, and he had reason to believe that the final victory would belong to Valoran.

"Robbery, what's the matter?" Modrian looked at the distorted shadows at his side, and the catastrophe had crept in as early as he was talking to Darius.

"Word from Caterina has destroyed the main members of the Baker family and thrown the southern part of the kingdom into chaos." He stepped out of the shadows and stood with his hands tied.

"There are rumors that we have taken action to punish the many nobles who want to divide the Stoke Kingdom."

"Can you find out who it is?" Modrian tugged at the reins and rode his horse slowly.

"It's being investigated, there are some clues, and the spearhead is pointing at the Fadilha Kingdom." He replied, a crimson color flashing in his eyes. "Do you need to teach them a lesson?"

"No, just get rid of those betrayers." Modrian shook his head slightly. "It's not appropriate to set up too many enemies now, and give priority to the Besilik Kingdom."

"Yes." The form of the catastrophe dissipated abruptly, blending into the gradually moving shadows.

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The royal capital, Limontanlu.

Snowflakes fall from the silent city in the cold of winter, and the turmoil caused by legendary spells has not yet dissipated, and darkness and chaos have descended, and the streets and alleys can be seen patrolling the royal guards.

The bustle subsided, and the streets were sparsely populated, as if waiting before the darkness, waiting for the dawn to come again.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The crisp sound of horses' hooves pounding on the white ground, in front of the Dalle family mansion, Hewlett turned over and dismounted, took off his helmet, and revealed a tired face.

The family guards standing at the door greeted him, one took the reins of the war horse, and the other handed over the hot towel.

Wiping his face a few times casually, Hewlett stepped into the mansion, dozens of things happened in the royal capital today, large and small, and there were many contradictions among the nobles, which made him busy.

"Legendary." Hewlett looked to the northwest, where the once tall mage tower was long gone. "Violet Mage Tower..... Hehe, it's only now that we realize how important what we have lost! ”

Shaking his head slightly, Hewlett returned to his study, and as soon as he sat down in the mahogany chair, he saw the urgent letterhead on the table.

"It's .... News from the south of the kingdom? ”

In order to distinguish the news from different places, the Daller family will make some marks in the corner of the stamp, and the stamp mark on this urgent letterhead is the family spy from the south of the kingdom.

As if thinking of something, Hewlett hurriedly stretched out his right hand and picked up the letterhead, a flash of flame energy flashed, the seal melted, and then took out the letter inside.

"The Baker Family ......"

The Temple of Strength in the Southeast.

At the beginning of the day, a bright golden glow envelops this solemn complex.

Compared to the rest of Limontanlu, it was much more harmonious and quiet, and even many royal commoners gathered outside the temple to pray silently.

Squeak!

The door of the main temple opened, and a knight in silver-gray armor walked into the temple, saw the old man kneeling in front of the statue of power, and said softly: "Your Majesty Agnes, news has come from the southern provinces that the main members of the Baker family have been raided and almost all destroyed. ”

The prayer stopped, and Agnes opened her cloudy eyes, and the pale golden light flashed: "Who did it?" ”

"Valoran Collar." Pollitt replied with his forehead touching the ground.

Agnes looked stunned, and a wry smile filled the corners of her mouth: "Baron Modrian! Immediately, he turned his head to look at Pollit, who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently: "Deal with anyone who knows, the root of decay, it's time to disappear completely." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Pollit whispered a few words of prayer and slowly got up, preparing to leave the temple.

"Wait." Agnes called back Pollit, and after a moment of silence, continued: "Arrange it, prepare to evacuate the Stoke Kingdom and return to Fadilha." ”

"Our mission has failed, and the Kingdom of Stoke is no longer suitable to be a mission area for the Temple of Power."

Hearing this, Pollit turned his head to look at the old man in front of him, and under the old man's firm eyes, he finally lowered his proud head: "Then many of the royal nobles we have recently accepted.........

"Give up on them, Valoran is beginning to show its fangs, we can't make enemies with nothing." Agnes looked to the north, her expression inexplicable. "What the Temple of Wealth has done in this regard is worth learning from."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Pollit bowed and turned to leave the temple.

As the silence descended on the main temple, Agnes looked at the majestic idol, and in a trance, in the hazy golden light, he could faintly see a tall armored figure with majestic eyes standing in the place of the idol.

The sound of prayer resumed, and the divine light escaped from the idol, gentle and comfortable, soothing all uneasiness.

"Believer Agnes listens to the oracle!"

Cardinal Agnes prostrate herself on the ground, her hands folded against her forehead, her expression focused and reverent, her mouth reciting beautiful hymns of praise, and a warm glow wafting from her golden robes.