Aarenser Hills, unknown hills.

The strong smell of blood enveloped the area, and even the falling snowflakes seemed to be dyed red, slowly falling on the red snow.

As far as the eye can see, the red blood and the gray brain are intertwined, forming a mill of flesh and blood, a slaughterhouse of life.

Even the extraordinary knights are no exception, from the battle between the cavalry of the Noxian Empire and the Iron Thorn cavalry to the present, in the bloody battlefield, more than one life energy blooms like flowers, then withers, and then completely disappears.

This is the battlefield, ruthless and brutal, harvesting fragile lives.

Heavy breathing rang in Modrian's ears, and looking back, Sain was staring at the fiercely clashing battlefield under the hills, his eyes red as if an endless desire to kill filled it.

"Sain, it's not time yet, hold back your desires!"

A clear look appeared on Sain's face, the desire in his eyes gradually faded, and he said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, Lord Modrian. ”

In the past, he refused to die and annihilate, and experienced too many wars and massacres as a living corpse, but now he suddenly saw such a bloody battlefield, and the desire to kill in his heart was almost irrepressible.

Modrian looked down at the battle in the hills, and the black shadow representing the cavalry of the Noxus Empire had begun to hold off the attack of the Iron Thorn cavalry after experiencing the initial disadvantage.

In particular, the cavalry squad, led by the Trefalli legionnaires, slowly sliced through the battlefield and then devoured the dark green figure like a wild beast.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, Modrian endured the killing intent in his heart, the time has not yet come, now is not the best time, he must continue to wait.

Sharp as eagle eyes were fixed on the back of the Iron Thorn Cavalry, there was also a cavalry there, judging by their clothing and armor, they should belong to the knight servants, a group of ordinary people who had received some knightly training and served the knights.

Modrian's gaze froze, and he saw a familiar figure, Baron Emerson and the blonde girl beside him.

Angela Françoise Jeffrey!

The aristocratic girl she once saw at Perris Castle is also the heroine who seduced her predecessor and made him guilty of indecency.

The coincidence of fate is here again!

As if noticing Modrian's gaze, Angela looked up at the high part of the hill and found Modrian's standing figure, her emerald blue pupils filled with coldness.

The memories of the ridicule in front of her eyes, for the proud her, even if no one knows, it makes her heart flood with a trace of murderous intent.

"Uncle Emerson, it's time for your promise to be fulfilled, for the glory of the Jeffrey family!"

As the first heir to the Jeffrey family, Angela is not only a mage, but also has a unique perspective on war, and she found that the Iron Thorn Cavalry in the hill battlefield was not in a good situation, and several centurions with knightly strength were killed in a row, and the balance of victory began to waver.

Baron Emerson licked his dry lips, looked at the scene not far away like a bloody purgatory, and remembered the rumors of Miss Angela in front of him, and lowered his head silently.

From the time he chose to become a vassal of the Jeffrey family, he had no choice.

"Yes, Miss Angela, I will use my life to preserve the glory of the Jeffrey family!"

Turning the horse's head, Baron Emerson went to gather the Knights of Iron Thorn minions, a group of recruits who had never been on the battlefield, but it didn't matter, as long as they could be inserted into the enemy's belly from the side, even if they were all sacrificed, it would be a victory.

Maybe more than that, he looked up at the hills, where the people should come to stop us, right? So why can't I do any better and catch that damn Modrian?

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

The time has come!

Modrian took the cyan greatsword from behind his back, and his eyes were fixed on the Iron Thorn Knight minions who began to ride their horses forward, did they want to insert themselves into the lineup of the Noxian Imperial cavalry from the side and cause chaos with this batch of cannon fodder?

But the slow charge formation seems to be luring something, is it to get a bigger gain? Like me?

A silent sarcasm filled the corners of his mouth, and Mordrian turned back to the war stonemason and ordered: "You are responsible for the fish that slip through the net, and don't let any of them go!" ”

"Yes, Lord Modrian." The war stonemasons whispered, gray-black iron staff and daggers in their palms.

Modrian then looked at the Noxian expeditionary cavalry beside him, a group of only 10 people who had long been hungry for war, but they were not afraid.

and Sain, who had been following him silently.

Modrian pulled off his black visor, and the teal greatsword pointed at another battlefield on the hill, where the Iron Thorn Knight minions.

"Victory belongs to Noxus!"

"Everyone, charge with me!"

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At the bottom of the hill, Baron Emerson wanted to speed up the group of Iron Thorn Knight minions, but the resounding sound of fighting not far away was affecting the group of recruits, and the more they urged, the more they couldn't run.

"How the hell did this group of damn pieces of waste get into the Iron Thorn Knight's minions?" Baron Emerson cursed inwardly, but he didn't dare to make a sound, because the recruits were not so strong in war.

He looked up at the top of the hill and waited silently, the intelligence mistakes of this war had made him unable to escape the guilt of death, and the only glimmer of life was in Modrian.

"Why haven't you come yet? I can't wait, Modrian. ”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of heavy and chaotic footsteps sounded on the hill like the beating of drums against the hearts of all the servants of the Iron Thorn Knights, and also attracted the attention of Baron Emmerson, who smelled a smell of blood and danger as if it were about to pave the face.

As the footsteps drew closer, the blood-red aura rendered the pale snow, and the low breath caused bursts of air to fluctuate.

"Whew, whew, whew, I smell blood in the air!"

With a bloody proclamation, a huge shadow finally came out of the forest, revealing his true face.

The terrifying and ugly skull was stuck obliquely with a metal object shaped like a dagger, the scarlet eyes flashed with the intent of killing frantically, and the heavy armor pierced the jaw and the terrifying countenance combined.

The most eye-catching thing is the red armor on the waist, which is like a burning crystal at the moment, shining on the pale flesh, giving a real feeling of flesh and blood.

"I need a massacre to soothe the desire to kill."

Cyne held up the huge black axe clenched in both hands, the scarlet madness was drowning himself, and only a trace of clarity remained in his heart, and he moved his huge and burly figure, and rushed towards the enemy alone.

"Iron Thorn, fight!"

With no choice, Baron Emerson stared at the terrifying figure and drew his sword at his waist, causing him to roar out in a rage of mortal danger.

The Iron Thorn Knight minions behind him followed suit, either drawing their swords or clenching their spears and began to charge towards death.