The corpses were piled up in the snow, like sticky green tiles paving the field.

Pale snowflakes slowly fell, burying the blood-colored battlefield, and occasionally a few corpses could be seen that had not been fully buried, and the crimson heavy cavalry spears pierced through the body, embedded in the dirt, and the dried blood solidified on the hilt.

Urgatte finished his killing, his armored legs pulled out of the pile of corpses, the muzzle of the gun held in front of him still smoking, and the vapor in the cracks in the armor mingled with a gray mist.

"Execution, done."

A hoarse voice came from his mouth covered with alchemy hoses, and Urgart shook his body and looked around the battlefield.

Heavy breathing formed white gas in the cold temperature, and Sean stepped forward, his crazy eyes full of restless killing intent: "But the war is not over yet, we will stick to our duty." ”

The blood-red dawn cut through the darkness of the night, and the scattered snowflakes did not stop, but intensified, covering the dilapidated fortress of Fosperio.

Modrian stood tall on a watchtower, overlooking the brutal battlefield, and sporadic cries of battle rang out in the felt tent, the last struggle of the Cocker tribe.

Countless stiff, icy lizardmen and gnolls littered the fortress building, dripping blood on the snow and leaving mottled marks.

However, in the snow and ice weather where the temperature plummets, everything will eventually be covered by heavy snow.

"Continue to implement the strategic objectives of the next phase." Modrian looked sideways at Darius and whispered softly. "Blackwood Province is not our ultimate goal."

Last night's raid on Forsbello was a battle in which the Rayser garrison drew up a strategic plan and Darius was in charge of executing it. Quite a perfect victory, successfully destroying most of the military forces of the Cocker tribe.

"Draven and the War Stonemasons have infiltrated in the direction of Morishige Province, and Quinn will go to their aid after clearing the battlefield." Darius said in a deep voice, his expression unchanged.

Hearing this, Modrian's expression was slightly surprised, he looked at Darius's ancient face, shook his head slightly, and didn't say anything.

This is very Noxus, once it enters a state of war, regardless of status, everyone will fight for Noxus.

"Who is in charge of the flanks?" Modrian raised his eyes to the west.

Falling snowflakes blurred the vision, but faintly visible patches of snowy jungle, the territory of the kingdom of Besilik.

In the upcoming critical war, they must ensure that their flanks are not attacked by the soldiers of the Besilik Kingdom.

"Teemo and the main ship scouts." Darius responded. "That jungle area is a good fit for them, and they can get the most out of their strengths."

Modrian nodded, turned and left the watchtower, Pan Sen and Zhao Xin followed behind him in turn.

The crystal snowflakes were still sprinkled from the sky one after another, covering the Noxian soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield, but they couldn't suppress the fierce battle intent like flames.

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The warm sunlight hits the rugged mountain road, and the falling snow on the ground reflects the rainbow glow.

"I hate the weather."

Draven looked up at the fluttering snowflakes with a look of disgust, dusting off the snow particles from the wolfskin cloak, and the invisible life energy enveloped his body, blocking the snowflakes from descending on him.

With his hands in his hand in his hand, Draven turned to look at the Tryphali legionnaires walking along the mountain road, clad in steel armor and weapons of death.

Although he prefers to bring his talents to the prison system, the war seems interesting, so he applies to join the fight.

"Is there any news from Tamara?" Draven asked, but was a little disappointed by the news.

In Noxus, the first sign of the start of war is not the withdrawal of troops, but the lone war stonemasons who penetrate deep into enemy territory, scouting feasible invasion routes for the Noxian army.

Tamara is an excellent war stonemason.

"Move quickly, get out of this rough terrain, and find a place to camp." Draven frowned slightly as he looked at the road in bad weather. "It looks like this war is going to be resolved quickly."

"Yes." The Trefalli legionnaires quickly ran to the queue and gave the order.

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To the south of Kuroki Province is the province of Morishige, and the border is a chaotic jungle of rocks and low hills.

Snowflakes danced, and this mixed area welcomed a woman with long brown hair, whose gray-white cloak concealed her figure and blended in with the environment; His grim eyes scanned the jungle and rocks, looking for signs of a possible enemy.

Pausing to breathe slightly, she extended her mental perception as much as she could, hearing the sound of snow falling, the breathing of animals in the hills, and the squeaks of the branches that could not withstand the snow.

Or for a long time, or for a moment.

The brown-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, carved a mark on the hidden stone, and continued on her way, disappearing into the snow.

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On the leeward hills, the Trefary soldiers lit a fire to cook.

"Tamara, why did you go so long this time?" Delevingne asked in a dignified manner when he saw the brown-haired woman returning not far away.

Ignoring Draven's boredom, Tamara looked at the Trefali soldiers who were encamping, she knew that they only obeyed Darius's orders, and... Delevingne.

"We shouldn't set up camp here, Draven."

"The terrain here is not good, and the leeward view is blocked." She looked up at the sky and narrowed her eyes slightly. "From the sky, it's easy to see the traces here."

"Well said, War Stonemason of Noxus." Draven carried a ring-handled battle axe on his back and clapped his hands.

Glancing strangely at Draven, Tamara whispered, "Why is the compliment so ugly coming out of your mouth?" Looking at the darkening sky, he continued to speak.

"Hurry up, our mission is urgent."

Tamara casually took the food out of her cloak and chewed it heavily, not at all like a woman should be, quite bold.

"Okay, I forgive you for the offense." Draven swayed his body and walked towards the half-built camp.

"What I'm longing for is a real battle, the performance in Irwindale City is a bit boring, and I need blood to wake up the fighting cells."

"Of course, Draven, this war will give the Noxian Legion a true glory of victory!" Tamara swallowed the food in her mouth, looking inexplicable. As the Valoran Lord, the best war stonemason other than Crane, she had a premonition of the violent waves hidden behind the war.

"Hey, soldiers, tear these down, we're going to move forward first, and then we'll rest."

The Trefali legionnaires immediately carried out Draven's orders, and even if the previous order was wrong, no one complained too much.

In about a quarter of an hour, all the Trefalli legionnaires had lined up, all traces of encampment on the leeward hill had been removed, and the accumulated snowflakes were evenly white, reflecting the warm sun.