The fearless and scoundrel Yodeler is the embodiment of the will of Noxus, the admired idol of the Imperial soldiers, the timed zhàdàn in the eyes of the chiefs, and the death pawns despised by the nobles....... In short, the aura on Kree's body can be described as innumerable.

Others, such as "The Great Hussar", "Senior Major General, Marshal Sergeant", and "General in the Mountains", go all the way back to the early days of the Empire.

Long back in the days when the Noxian Empire was still in its infancy, it was the time of the conquest of Droney, and it was the earliest record of Cree's deeds.

The First Legion of the Noxian Empire is trudging through the gray barren mountains and wilderness, trying to escape the pursuit of the barbarian tribes. The previous two defeats had already demoralized the troops, who were forced to abandon their supply lines in the event of the rout, and now they were a week's walk from the nearest outpost.

At that time, the leader of the army was a group of nobles in gold armor and shouting. They are more concerned about their external image and intrigue within the class than the soldiers under them. To make matters worse, these commanders, while skilled in assassination and arena fighting, are a complete pile of waste on the real battlefield.

When the barbarians surrounded the remnants of the legion, this group of hypocritical and cowardly nobles ordered the soldiers to form a circle, in the delusion that they could negotiate a ransom to save their lives.

Then, the morning sun shone on the dark red battlefield, and the distant mountain tops showed the mysterious figure of Kere. He rode Sgar, an undead desert dragon lizard.

The lone rider stood in the saddle, his arms rusted, his armor tattered, his ragged rags—but unquenchable anger was pouring out of his only intact eyeball.

"I'll give you one last chance, get out of my territory!" Kree shouted a warning at the barbarians, but he did not wait for them to answer. Kree kicked Sgar hard, screaming and charging.

The soldiers had long since lost their fighting spirit, and only resentment against the nobles was left in their hearts.

However, Kree's frenzied suicidal charge completely aroused their blood, and a large number of men and horses followed closely behind Kree and Sgar, and slaughtered the enemy in one fell swoop.

The bloodiest white-knuckle battle since the First Legion set out on the expedition has begun!

The barbarians and Noxians fought fiercely on this battlefield, and the barbarians, who had the advantage of numbers, organized their men to attack the flanks of the Noxian legions, and then more troops began to join in, and the ground was stained red with blood.

The situation on the battlefield took a turn for Noxus, and the timid Sgal was startled, left Kree, and fled into the distance. The soldiers of Noxus also began to hesitate. But in the middle of the battlefield, Kreh was still slashing left and right, punching and kicking in a field of flesh and blood, with no intention of retreating.

The mad and furious Cree is in a state of frenzy, and he is eager to kill his enemies.

The corpses of the enemy were piled up around Kereh, and his clothes were soaked with blood. Although his longaxe showed blood with every swing, the barbarians' endless crowds forced him to retreat. However, the harsh insults in his mouth did not abate, but became more and more high-pitched, desperately provoking his opponents. Apparently, the yodelers were intent on dying here at all.

There is no difference between courage and cowardice, both will spread like a plague. Seeing Kree's determination to fight, the Noxian soldiers rose up one after another, and even Sgar stopped and looked back at the last desperate battle of the legion.

The Noxians' line was quickly broken through, and several times the number of enemies pushed Kree to the ground.

At this time, the dragon lizard Sgar rejoined the battle in triumph, attacking from behind the barbarians. It screeched, tearing a cut in the shadow of a meat grinder, saving its master. When Kree rolled over his horse again, he was completely transformed into a terrifying whirlwind of death.

The next thing is to become a gorgeous stage for Kree and Sgar, staging scenes of ruthless and bloody killings.

Eventually, victory came, and although there were few surviving Noxians, they still won the battle. The Droney tribe was defeated, and their lands were added to the empire. The corpses of the nobles, along with their golden armor, were never seen again.

Many sergeants said that Clay had participated in every campaign ever provoked by the Legion, "earned" every title in the army, and never deterred from a single battle.

While rumors are always untrue, at least one thing is undeniable: as long as Kree rode the timid Sgar into battle, he fought to keep everything he had...... Or snatch everything he wants.

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"Phew, who would have imagined that the seemingly funny and funny Cree would have such great achievements!" Modrian secretly admired, and even most Noxians themselves admitted that Kree the Yodeler was the embodiment of the will of Noxus.

"Expand the territory of the Noxian Empire and defeat one enemy after another!"

Even if his status is not as high as the three members of the Trifali Council, he is not far behind, at least he is the hero who is most loved by ordinary soldiers of the Empire except for Darius.

Gently stroking the red and green cards, the corners of Modrian's mouth filled with a smile, and another Noxian hero was about to be summoned.

Wait, Modrian's eyes flickered, remembering something interesting, and it seemed that Kree was the third hero under his command to belong to the yodelers?!

However, Kree is not the kind of guy whose moral compass usually points to good and benevolent compared to those lovable yodelers, and he is more of a crazy and bloodthirsty war maniac.

"At least it's in line with the Dark Tide storm that is about to sweep in!"

[Summon: Raging Knight Kree!] 】

Click!

The strange red-green cards shattered, forming two thin red and green lines like ink, slowly carving a twisted and crooked six-pointed star circle with a strange aura on the top of the tower.

Dada! Da-da-da-da! Da!

Bright red and green energy ran through the six-pointed star circle, and a crisp and chaotic strange sound sounded, and the first to walk out of the circle was a desert dragon lizard, standing on two hind legs, and a pair of forelimbs in the shape of ears were hanging listlessly on both sides of the head, like a butler who had accidentally chājìn his fingers in a hot soup.

It first cautiously observed the situation around the circle, turned its dark pupils, and showed a timid expression after seeing Modrian, and its body couldn't help but retreat slightly.

"Hey, Sgal, what are you afraid of? That's our lord! ”

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One day in the north plain, the blades of grass are like halberds, the cold wind is cold, and the trespasser dies. - Kree: Reunion!