The spring breeze blowing from the far north was a little cold, slowly rendering the blue sky into a cloudy cloud, and everything changed color, and wisps of gray-white mist appeared in the rolling mountains.

"Hey, bastard coward, are you scared?" Cree stood on the towering hills, gently stroking the dragon lizard Sgar beneath his seat, looking out at the legions of gnolls stationed not far away, the broken blood-colored banner waving in the wind.

"Goo, woo." Sgar shook his head, his brass bell-like eyes showing a hint of fear, but he kept his voice happy under Kree's reassurance.

Dada! Dada!

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded from behind him, and Gregory approached on a crimson warhorse, his face covered by black visor and his eyes cold.

"Lord Kree, everyone is assembled!"

Kree looked back, the thin mist converging, and the sharp-clad Noxian cavalry was reflected in his pupils, and the snoring of horses sounded on the hill from time to time.

and the banner of the red-bottomed axe blade fluttering in the cold wind, blooming with a bloody smile like a blood skeleton.

"Ride the gun, get ready!"

Sonorous!

The neat and uniform action of the cavalry sounded, the black blade pointed diagonally at the plain grass, and behind the black armor, the eyes of each Noxian cavalryman were full of indifference and determination.

The sudden howl in the distance did not terrify them, but more like it was burning the boiling blood in their bodies, like the flag flying at the top, like the color of blood stained red.

I've found that sometimes courage is far less meaningful than madness, and only complete madness can make me go on a killing spree!

Cree burst out laughing, a hideous grin on his gray plush face, and then he pulled out the silver-gray battle axe at his waist, and a roar rang out.

"For Valoran! For Noxus! ”

"For Valoran! For Noxus! ”

Exhilarating shouts and roars resounded through the sky, and the Noxian cavalry followed Kree in a fearless charge.

Thundered!

The crimson horses trampled on the desolate plains, their black armor reflecting the spilled dawn light, and the sound of horses' hooves like thunder shook the fine mud and dust.

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

In the gnolwolf camp, Habakak stood in front of the huge hill, looking at the looming human heavy cavalry not far away, the pitch-black armor was very familiar.

"What is this trying to do?!"

He looked at the fluttering banner of the red-bottomed axe, and there was an indistinct emotion spreading in his soul, and in an instant, a scarred face bloomed with a hideous smile, and the gray and yellow fangs opened slightly.

"Ha, is this trying to charge at us? Really admirable courage! I'll eat your corpses when you're dead!" ”

"Whew"

Habakak suddenly raised his spear in his hand and let out a howl of excitement, the human heavy cavalry that had been disturbing him for so long was about to be destroyed in his hands.

Whew!

Whew!

Howls blew away the gray-white mist, and the silent gnolls revived at this moment, and the slaughter that Edalas ate did not satisfy them, and the dark green eyes were densely covered with bright red blood, sharp weapons waved wildly, and broken blood-colored flags fluttered high.

"Praise yenogu, for the spoils of war, for the ............."

The spear held high in Habakak's hand had not yet fallen, and a sudden roar interrupted its words and movements.

"Haha, is this true? Is it just a heavy cavalry of more than a thousand people, facing nearly 10,000 gnolls? Is it sending people to death? Then I will fulfill you! ”

Looking at the jet-black steel torrent that was getting closer and closer in front of him, Habakak's face was full of consternation, and he immediately turned into laughter.

"Praise Yenogu, for the booty, for the blood, for the killing!"

"Gnoll, fight!"

The next moment, the tide was rising, and countless jackals took steps, a pair of dark green eyes, with bloodthirsty longing in the dawn glow, like a beast that had broken free from its cage, and charged towards the torrent of steel.

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

The crimson sun leaped out of the sky, and the crimson glow fell on the plains, rendering the colors of pitch black, surging in gray and yellow, and then ................

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The surging impact of the heavy cavalry was displayed in an instant, and the extremely dull crash sound was like a wave of rocks, shattering everything.

The piercing grinding sound pierced through the gnoll's leather armor, and the splash of blood stained the red armor, and the Noxian cavalry was like a sharp blade, directly tearing through the gray-yellow formation.

And the moment the Gnoll Legion first charged and engaged, the Gnoll soldiers in the first, second, and even third rows disappeared directly, turning into blood and mud and watering the plain, as if telling the cold and cruelty of war.

The feast of extreme killing begins!

In this unknown plain, blood-colored fireworks continue to bloom, and every second someone dies, leaving the grass completely.

It's just that there are so many gnolls that when the Noxian cavalry discarded the heavy cavalry spears and wanted to draw the blades at their waists, they were directly pulled off their horses by the gnolls soldiers in the battlefield.

Instantly, the gnoll howl of excitement sounded, the blade at his waist fell, the hard armor shattered, the blood spilled the eyes under the red armor, and life passed in the body, and then was overwhelmed by countless gnolls.

This is the norm!

When the charging force was exhausted, the Noxian cavalry was in a bitter battle, even though they were stronger than the gnolls, even if their coordination was perfect, even if they had a strong will.

But in the endless wave of gnolls, all the efforts were in vain.

Death began to become more frequent, and the thick smell of blood enveloped the area, as if the cold wind was blowing red, slowly rolling up some fragments of broken clothes.

Looking down from the gray-white sky, crimson blood and gray brains intertwined to form a mill of flesh and blood, a slaughterhouse of life, whether it was a gnolloll soldier or a Noxian cavalryman.

"The winner is decided!"

Habakak stood at the gate of the camp, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, he thought that there was something special about this human heavy cavalry, but he didn't expect it to be so vulnerable, and the dwarven knight who led it was not bad.

The blood in his eyes became more and more intense, he didn't want to waste time, he had stayed in the territory of the Stoke Kingdom long enough, and he should leave after looting the Valoran Territory, otherwise if something happened, the Gnoll Legion might be left behind in this place where he had been killed.

Immediately, Habakak waved his left hand, and the gnolls guards and jackal heavy armor warriors standing behind him had already finished their armor, and they were waiting for the chief's order, suppressing the killing ** in their hearts.

And now it's time for them to harvest the battlefield!