The chaotic and bloody night passed.

A few rays of dawn rose from the horizon, soaking through the sparse and dilapidated canopy and falling on the snow covered with blood residue.

With the crimson dawn light, the silhouette of death left on the battlefield in this jungle can be faintly seen.

Scattered on pale snow, crooked roots, dry trees, and snowflake bushes, the endless fragments of corpses render strange and eerie colors and disgusting stenches like mottled drawings of graffiti.

The sword broke, the armor departed, and the flesh and blood entangled.

I can't tell the corpse as it is, it's a gnoll? Lizardmen? Or the Noxians?

Or is it a yodeler?

Remnants of the magical energy of lightning and fire from the toppled ancient trees and muddy ground stirred the cold air.

Looking carefully at this silent and tragic battlefield, it seems that there have been small-scale scout wars, and a lot of troops have been invested, otherwise there would not be so many broken and mutilated corpses.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

Qingyue's sound of water suddenly sounded on the edge of the battlefield, and he followed the sound.

I saw that four or five ancient trees had fallen into the snow, their branches bent together, and their black bark was full of traces of time.

Timo half-crouched, the surface of his dark green armor was densely covered with several cracks, and the cold dagger in his hand dripped golden-red blood.

"Since you dare to be the first to break the rules, then the price of death... It deserves to be endured! ”

Looking down at the reluctant and frightened pale eyes, Timo shook his head slightly, his wrist swinging, and the sharp dagger slashed gracefully through the trail, cutting off the lizardman's head.

The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle.

When the Lizardman Temple priest in front of him relied on his legendary strength, ignored the unspoken rules of the war game, and wantonly slaughtered the Noxian scouts and the main ship scouts, it was already doomed to a tragic end.

Poof!

The ugly lizardman's head rolled, staggering at the base of the tree, a spurt of golden-red blood soaking the snow-white ground down its neck.

"Huh?" Teemo stopped getting up and turned to look at the pool of golden-red blood, his expression shifting.

Suddenly, a strange spiritual fluctuation appeared in the blood stain. The brilliance of the will of blood bloomed, and the hazy figure of the priest of the Lizardman Temple was faintly glimpsed.

The brilliance flowed, and the golden and red figure was solid, as if it was being pulled by some distant place, and wanted to break through the sky.

"Divine favor, legendary invoker?"

Timo was surprised, his expression was strange, he didn't expect that the Lizardman Temple Priest he killed casually was not only a legend, but also a divine favorer, and after death, he could automatically return to the blood kingdom of the lizardman god.

Airplanes!

The air trembled, and the sword flashed, easily slashing the soul of the priest of the Lizardman Temple, extinguishing the brilliance of the blood will.

"Be careful, the death of the Legendary Invoker will attract the attention of the gods."

Tucci quietly revealed at Timo's side, his mechanical armor-clad body moving, his slender tail-wrapped dagger dangling.

Thundered!

As soon as the words fell, countless red lightning roared in the sky above the lizardmen army that entered the Corker jungle not far away, and the anger filled the air, as if tearing open the dawn sky, raining down the punishment of destroying the world.

At the same time, the chanting of praise from lizardmen and gnolls was heard, praying to the gods to appease their anger and punish the blasphemers.

Teemo ignored the anomalies in the distance and looked around at the wreckage-strewn jungle, only one step too late, the Lizardmen Temple priests had inflicted more casualties than expected.

"Let's go." Teemo spoke.

When dawn came, the tide of war between the scouts gradually subsided.

Whether it was the Valoran Lords or the Besilik Kingdom, they began to shrink their fronts, and the battle through the night consumed too much energy from the scouts.

---Boom!

Crimson magical fireworks rose up, staining the dawn sky red.

All Noxian scouts and capital ship scouts who saw the flare immediately ended the battle and rested, retreating like hungry wolves, licking the scars of the battle and leaving distracting traps behind.

Eventually, Teemo and Tucci glanced at each other, their bodies jumping, and they silently disappeared into the dark depths of the jungle.

......

......

Shortly after Teemo and the others left, the ruined battlefield was greeted by three tall figures exuding terrifying power, and the stirring aura caused a change in the sky above the icy jungle, waving away many of the remaining rancid smells.

One of them was a lizardman temple priest dressed in crimson magic, with golden pupils erected in a majestic manner.

On either side are tall gnoll leaders in fine armor and armed with sharp weapons, their cold eyes patrolling any dangerous territory.

"It's the corpse of Priest Guzaghi." The Lizardmen Temple priest stared at the headless corpses in the jungle of ancient trees.

"Check it out."

The leader of the gnolls on the left took a step forward, dropped his figure, walked to the side of Guzaji's corpse, looked at it carefully, and then crimson life energy filled and wrapped the body that had lost too much blood.

"Daggers, toxins, lethal in one hit, are the means of that scout legend of humanity."

Hearing this, the priest of the Lizardman Temple frowned, and a strong killing intent filled his pupils, and he immediately stretched out his fingers to the sky.

Click!

Crimson lightning descended, like an endless thunder snake hanging to the ground, covering the sky.

But in an instant, these lightning bolts disappeared without a trace, leaving only the priest of the Lizardman Temple standing in the sky, his eyes opened, and some of the divine light remained in his golden pupils.

"It's not far yet!"

The Lizardmen Temple Priest said in a quiet voice, then looked at the two legendary gnolls.

"Valoran's legend of the leader, what do you suggest?"

In the battle screen that was just retrospective, there was only an image of Teemo, and no one else was seen.

The gnoll leader on the left had a twinkle in his eyes, and he seemed to ask politely, but the priest of the Lizardman Temple had already made a decision, and he immediately catered and said, "It's a rare opportunity, since the other party dares to go deep into the jungle, then we can't let him go so easily." ”

"Humph! Since the traces are exposed, let it stay. The Lizardman Temple priest nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

In the kingdom of Besilik, the gnoll tribe is a force to be reckoned with, not only because the blood temple has the existence of the god Yenogu, but also because in the current situation of the main material plane, the lizardmen urgently need the help of the gnolls.

"Valoran Collar!" The Lizardman Temple priest half-narrowed his eyes as he remembered something His Majesty the Pope's mention, and a look of greed flashed.

Although Valoran Lords have already shown their terrifying strength, there is now only one Legend in the Corker Jungle War, and the number of people on their side is enough to form a crush.

"Cut off the target's route out of the Cockle Jungle and decapitate the target's head to boost morale!"

"Yes!" The two gnoll leaders said in response, clenching the sharp weapons in their hands, and the blood-red life energy rose up like billowing wolf smoke.

The Lizardman Temple Priest followed, crimson robes gleaming with magical glow.

It never doubted that it would fail, just as it did not suspect that there would be a problem with divine magic.