Far away in the sky, the dark night stained with a touch of dawn.

The crimson lightning covered the sky like a spider's web, pouring out suppressed emotions, even affecting the falling snow and ice.

"Wallis's breath is gone."

In the center of the lizardman array, Yves whispered softly, and the deep pupils reflected the sky above the snow battlefield, and the glory of blood was slowly dissipating.

Wallis, the temple priest it had sent not long ago to stop Valoran from leading the shadow assassins, a powerful man who had stepped into the path of legend.

Hearing this, Hansen looked solemn and looked at the dim northwest snow: "Is it the legend of the Valoran Lord?" ”

"It should be, I feel the power of the Law of Shadows." Yves looked up at the lightning in the sky and muttered, "Even the soul is completely annihilated." A cold smile appeared on the corner of its mouth, and it felt a subtle aura of divine power in the sky.

"The slaughter of Valoran has angered my lord, and the divine punishment is about to ......"

Thundered!

Before the words could be spoken, another flash of crimson lightning tore through the dreary night, and an extremely oppressive feeling filled the sky over the Shatar Great Plains.

This time, it wasn't just Yves and Hansen who noticed the anomaly, but even the gnolls and lizardmen warriors of the snowy plains were keenly aware of the danger that was slowly approaching.

"Tiktato....... Its aura also dissipated. Swallowing in his throat, Hansen stiffly turned his head to look at the fortress of Nuu, the human city that should have been in danger.

Raging flames lingered around the walls, bright yellow light dotted the gloomy clouds, and from time to time a pterodactyl knight fell into the sky, splashing large clouds of dust and snowflakes.

The pterodactyl knights are in a rout!

"Valoran Collar!" Yves gritted his teeth as he looked at the human heavy cavalry not far away, the old lizardman's face full of anger and hatred, as well as a hint of horror.

Even if the kingdom of Besilik finally won this winter plundering war, it would definitely not be able to make up for the loss of the Lizardman Temple.

Lose two legendary crowns in a row!

He is also a legendary believer in the god of lizardmen, Samuel Anya, who will return to the kingdom of the gods with his own strength after death and be reborn.

Coupled with the three legendary priests of the Lizardman Temple who disappeared for no reason some time ago, this is the worst blow that the Beshilik Kingdom has suffered in hundreds of years.

Even when it comes to confrontation with the Elder Faro Empire, there has never been such a frequent legendary fall.

"Hansen, I've handed it over to you, I have to go back to the tent, there's something wrong with the strength of Valoran's territory." Yves frowned, looking at the Valoran Collar array in the snowy night, and for some reason it felt a sense of horror in its heart.

In addition to the high-end forces that have slashed the legend, the Valoran soldiers not far away are not inferior to many elite ace legions in the Besilik Kingdom, and even now they have formed a counteroffensive.

"Our Lord will shelter all his people and open the way to the kingdom of God for you."

[Advanced Divine Technique: Samuel Anya's Blessing]!

Holding the white jade scepter, Yves whispered, and in the snowstorm, mixed with a little bit of blood, it fell on the strong body of the lizardman warrior, forming a dull red film.

The all-round range of magic is blessed on the fighting lizardman warriors, including the Cold Lizard Knight and the Divine Bless Tyrannosaurus.

[Advanced Spell: Spatial Positioning Teleportation]!

Transparent spatial fluctuations flickered, and Yves took one last deep look at Hansen and disappeared in place.

Seeing His Excellency Yves leave, Hansen was silent, not patting his chest and leaving any specific assurances, but it knew its duty, and turned to look at the bloody battlefield, its expression becoming more and more solemn, and the color of death flickered its pupils.

The Cold Lizard Knights were ravaged by the division tactics of the Noxian cavalry, and struggled in the encirclement.

The Crimson Lizardmen legion looked for a timely opportunity to join the war, but after a few rounds, they left behind a large distorted corpse of the lizardmen.

The Divine Bless Tyrannosaurus was in a bad situation, with Sain and Kree leading the Bloody Stormtroopers and Noxian Scarlet Cavalry, respectively, to hunt down the top predators.

Sacrifice is inevitable, and from time to time there will be bloody warriors and Noxian bloody cavalry slaughtered.

However, the Divine Blessing Tyrannosaurus was curbed, and the slaughter of many Divine Blessed Tyrannosaurus rexes by Cree and Theon was greatly boosted, greatly boosting the morale of the Noxian cavalry.

"The disgusting smell of blood, but it's always!"

"Herald Stigmata veteran, it's time for us to go to war." Hansen took out his death apparatus, a round black shield, and a monstrous sledgehammer.

The veterans of stigmata who had been waiting for a long time dispersed the snowflakes on the surface of their armor, grasped the different types of death instruments, and followed Hansen's footsteps towards the battlefield of flesh and blood.

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......

At night, the snow does not stop and the hills are covered with snow.

At the top of the hill, the fierce momentum washed away the crystal snow particles, leaving a small area blank.

Darius carried the Black Cutter on his back, looking at the continuous red lightning in the sky, his expression slightly solemn, and he felt a subtle divine power permeating.

Looking at the lizardman array that changed suddenly, an inexplicable feeling came to my heart.

Excited? Craving? Chess opponents?

Before Darius could react, Draven, who was silent beside him, suddenly spoke: "It's the legend of the lizardmen, I met him at the junction of Kuroki Province and Mori Heavy Province. ”

"The strength is good, and there are those soldiers under your command!"

With a slight brow, Darius looked sideways at Draven, a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was thinking about something, and then his eyes turned slightly to the silent soldier standing in the snow.

"Give you a chance to redeem yourself." Darius whispered as he pointed to the Urgart and Trifali legionnaires.

"Sniper the so-called lizardman legend into the battlefield."

Taking off the ring-handled axe from his back, Draven smiled bloodily: "Don't worry, I'll come back to see you with the other party's head." ”

With that, Dravine strode into the snow in the face of the crimson lightning, and then the Tryfali legionnaires took steps and escaped into the bright red night.

"Hey, little one, are you so disrespectful?" Behind him, Urgart muttered a few words, pulled the mechanical giant leg out of the snow, and made a 'crunch' steam sound, quickly catching up with Draven's pace.

The snowflakes are scattered, and a few strands of crimson light are slowly reflected, faintly glimpsing the colors of dawn.

Darius looked at the brutal battlefield that was going on at the moment, and his expression was full of pride.

This long-range attack war perfectly demonstrated the strong military strength of the Noxus Legion, even if the opponent was the Kingdom of Besilik, which can be called the most powerful military kingdom in the continent of Calradimos, it could not stop the iron hooves of Noxus from advancing.

"Legendary!"

"It's time to add a little sparkle to the glory of Noxus with legendary blood!"

Modri stood quietly to the side, and it wasn't until Draven and the others disappeared into the snowy night that he walked up to Darius, and happened to hear the whispered words, and couldn't help but say, "Noxus doesn't need legendary blood to prove anything." ”

"It's already great and glorious enough."

In the process of the rise of the Valoran Lord, Darius and his soldiers used blood-stained victories to praise the strength of Noxus, carving indelible marks on the Valoran Lord.

Seeing that Darius wanted to say something, Modrian pulled away from the topic, looked up at the red lightning in the night, and whispered, "Do you smell familiar?" ”

"Divine power!"

"It seems that the Lizardman Temple is not unprepared, but why did we only lift this hole card until now, is it a miscalculation of our strength?"

Doubts filled his heart, and then Modrian put aside these questions, what he wanted to pay attention to now was the will of the gods that came down this time or the doppelganger of the gods?

"Samuel Anya, the god of the lizardmen!"

The dark sky was gradually obscured by the crimson tide of divine power, and Mordrian's heart was slightly relieved when he saw a blue breeze sweeping through the sky of wind and snow, and the intelligence information provided by Firan immediately appeared in his mind.