The green mist of the plague marched through the plains, wriggling and wriggling like a fetish, spitting up gusts of air and blowing the wails of the desperate.

The Noxian cavalry crisscrossed the road like sharp blades, crushing every path and crushing all obstacles.

These are the routes marked by the war stonemasons that must be cleared.

Fortunately, the plague infecteds on the roads and trails were so far away that they could barely form a scale, and it only took a single charge to perfectly take the lives of the poor ones.

Even if it is the attraction of the breath of the living, the scale of dozens of people, in the face of the Noxus scout team charging and killing, it will not cause any trouble at all.

The violence of Noxus, ruthless and cold.

Each scout team easily cleansed their area of plague infection.

In the majestic and calm green ocean, countless tide waves are set off, and the tip of the wave is a rippling black wave.

Bloody killings began to bloom frequently.

A full 100 scout squads are rapidly moving forward, exterminating the varying numbers of plague-infected at every turn.

From the distant sky, look down.

With the simple camp as the starting point, the delicate roses are left everywhere, rendering a gorgeous and artistic dark green hell.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

In the Green Plague area, as the slaughter progressed, 5 scout teams were assembled according to the route planned by the War Masons.

The emerald green blood stained the armor, and the horses that stepped down would make dull gasps from time to time, and the [Plague Breathing Apparatus] they carried was finally uncomfortable.

"Lord Gregory, the plague infected along the road have been cleared." A Noxian blood-colored cavalryman stepped forward to report it, his heavy cavalry gun dripping with sticky blood.

Hearing this, Gregory looked back at the neatly arrayed 50 Noxian cavalrymen, his burning eyes behind the metal mask, a thirst for war and killing.

Then he looked at the green mist slowly wriggling in front of him, his indifferent eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, and he casually shook off the fine pieces of flesh and blood stained on the black cavalry spear, and said in a low voice: "Adjust the state and carry out the first village cleanup!" ”

The War Mason, the most special class of troops in the Noxian Empire, is a true elite. In the inner position of many warbands, it is definitely comparable to the Trifali Army.

Every faction and legion in the Valoran continent will subconsciously be careful of the war stonemasons of Noxus.

Because the discovery of the figure of the war stonemason represents a sign of the invasion of Noxus.

The War Masons who were the first to enter the plague area have mapped the entire area to explore, and then divided the route of attack according to different roads and paths.

Like a complete chessboard, each Noxian scout team will assemble with their companions at the next location, in front of the radioactive village, after clearing their area of the plague-infected.

According to the different populations of the villages, the strength of the Noxian scouts is reasonably distributed.

As the green mist thickens, Gregory rode his horse forward and saw the villages he needed to attack.

There is no name, and the War Stonemason does not mark it, but only marks a bright red cross on the map, which represents annihilation.

Within sight, there were a small number of active plague infected, numbering in the hundreds, moving haphazardly around the village, dead and broken corpses at their feet, visible signs of gnawing, and various discarded clothes and moldy food.

If nothing else, the entire village was directly infected with the plague, leading to its eventual destruction.

"Ready!" Gregory clutched the black rifle and held it at his waist, a low cry that shook the mist.

"Array!"

The sound of horses' hooves echoed, and all the Noxian cavalry lined up behind Gregory to charge in formation, and the village could be paralleled by up to three horses.

"Noxus!"

"Rush ---- Feng!"

The pitch-black armor smashed through the mist, the crimson horses galloped on the soft grass, and the cold light of the cavalry spears tore through the air and sank into the ruined village.

"Wow, the plague infected people look like a lot?"

Kree rode Sgar and said as he waved his silver-gray battle axe and pointed at the dirt wall about three meters high not far away.

"What's the name of the mud wall engraved on it?"

Through the thin mist, a swaying figure could be faintly seen on the city wall, the village's self-organized militia guard, still armed with crude weapons and iron chain mail after being infected with the plague.

"Horn Branch! The name of the village is Kadoko! The Noxian Scarlet Cavalry behind him said respectfully, their armor stained with green blood and white slurry.

"The largest village in the area!"

"Hmm..... Boy, I see you familiar, have you seen it? Kree turned his head to look at the Noxian blood-colored cavalry in front of him, his fierce left eye covered with blood.

"I once fought against the gnolls under the leadership of the sergeant-general, and I was lucky enough to make the cut in that war." The Noxus Scarlet Cavalry lowered his head and whispered that Kree's name was always varied.

"Hah.... I said, keep it up, I'm optimistic that you'll beat up the Tryfali legionnaires under Darius. Kree patted the Noxus Scarlet Cavalry on the shoulder and said with a strange smile, oblivious to his nonsense.

Sensing that the time for redressing was up, Kree stepped on top of Sgar's head with his left foot and swung a silver-gray battle axe with his right hand, his fangs bared.

"Relax, little ones, relax!" Looking at the 100 Noxian cavalry behind him, a hoarse scream rang out.

The war has come, the blood of the body is boiling hot, and even the breath of itself has begun to become more and more restless.

"It's just hors d'oeuvres, you know?"

"We have to learn to express ourselves with violence!"

Sonorous! Sonorous!

Kree slammed his silver-gray battle axe at the hard, metallic scales on Sgar's body, and the crimson aura erupted, burning and dispelling the green mist.

"Array! Cheer up! ”

Riding spears and jerking, the atmosphere of silence descended, and the Noxian cavalry controlled their emotions, and the eyes under the metal mask released the wildness of their hearts.

"Noxa----s!"

Thundered! Thundered!

The sound of horses' hooves like thunder blasted away the green mist, and Kree, as the arrow of the attacking array, urged the dragon lizard to step down, and bravely moved forward, his left eye burning with blood-like red flames as if it were materializing.

The iron-clad solid wooden gate could not stop Kree's attack at all, and the silver-gray battle axe was held high, and a ruthless color appeared on his face.

[Violent temperament]!

The battle axe wrapped in terrifying power slashed continuously, shattering iron armor and sawdust splattered, and hideous traces climbed on top of the crumbling city gate, and then Sgar screamed, and the sword-like forelimbs instantly sliced through the city gate, forming a huge hollow breach.

The Noxian cavalry that followed after a moment entered the interior of the village through the empty gate.

Inside a village filled with plague fog.

The plague-infected people who smelled the fresh breath became extremely crazy, rushing out from the streets, from the alleys, from the rooms, from the shops, from countless places, and their desperate and hideous expressions appeared on their rotten faces.

There were also many figures on the city wall who jumped down directly, fell to the ground, and after getting up, they pounced directly on the Noxian cavalry.

As they ran, sticky pus flowed from the broken pustules, and stiff and green pieces of flesh fell from their rotting bodies, and some organs and intestines could be faintly seen falling to the ground.

The paved ground of the village shuddered slowly, and the slightly shaking dust and moldy food wailed.

Boom!

The tide of the plague collided with the black torrent of steel, and the dragon lizard took the lead, holding a silver-gray battle axe directly over the head of the plague infected, without any hindrance, directly carrying away the rotten head.

"Woohoo!" Sgar roared under his breath, his eyes closed and he ran forward frantically, his forelimbs spreading along the way shredding countless plague infected, and the emerald green blood stained the [Plague Respiratory Apparatus].

The Noxian cavalry couldn't match the slaughter of Kree, but they maintained their charging formation, clenching their sharp spears and piercing the heads of the plague-infected, splattering blood all over the ground.

The hundred-man cavalry array marched brazenly in the tide of the plague, helping each other, behind the metal mask was an extremely calm face, and the blood of fanaticism was boiling in the body, and after entering the battle, these Noxian cavalry maintained absolute sanity and moved forward with killing.

When the speed of the charge decreased, they decisively discarded the cavalry spears in their hands and drew their deep long swords from their waists, with the cruel aesthetic of the Noxian Empire.

The sound of long swords roared in unison!

A trail of green blood and stiff corpses fell in front of the Noxian cavalry, and the horses' hooves trampled through it, and it was a brutal and bloody battlefield.

No matter how large the number of plague-infected people was, it could not stop the charge of the Noxian cavalry led by Kree, and the slaughter was staged in the village streets.

It should not be said to be a slaughter, the plague-infected have lost their human qualifications.

It was a clean-up, a clean-up led by Valoran.

The plague-infected who went forward followed the breath of the living, and they couldn't wait to give their lives in vain, including those militia guards.

Perhaps, they are looking for relief!

But the Noxian cavalry will not show mercy, and the sticky and flowing blood depicts the coat of arms belonging to Noxus after the crimson war horse gallops!

The silver moon jumped to its apex in the path of the night sky, and the bright starlight soaked through the pale green mist, illuminating the village where the battle had ended.

Blood-strewn streets, armoured Noxus walked through the battlefield where the song of victory was played, spears and swords stabbed through the heads of the plague-infected one by one, spraying blood mixed with white brains.

This is just in case, after all, they are all infected with the plague, and no one knows if they will die, so chopping off their heads is the best way.

The cleared dirt walls were crowded with resting Noxian soldiers, who helped each other wipe their blood-stained armor and breathing apparatus, including the crimson warhorses placed underneath.

Kree stood on the battlement, and below lay Sgar, the dragon lizard pretending to be tired, moving its forelimbs leisurely.

Dinner is performed through the [Plague Breathing Apparatus] made by Sinjid, a squeezing device is installed on the right side of the ventilator case, and when the red button of the seal is pressed, the diluted nutritious food will enter the device through a thin pipe.

The Noxian soldiers only need to suck lightly at the mouth of the pipe behind the metal mask to replenish the physical strength consumed by the battle.

The reason why he chose to rest at night was that according to the warning of the War Masons, the night in the plague area was dangerous, and it was the time when the plague infected released their inner despair, so they should be careful.

The three-metre-high earthen rampart was chosen by Kereh to rest and keep the staircase entrance safe at night.

The night was hazy, and the faint green mist gradually thickened, slightly obscuring the falling starlight and the dull moonlight.

"Huh!? Damn it? Am I feeling a little sleepy? ”

Kree's eyes were half-open, dissipating the mist in front of him. But in the next moment he realized that something was wrong, how could Admiral Major Sir Clay be sleepy in the middle of the war!

Pulling out the silver-gray battle axe he was leaning on, he turned his head to look at the side, and the Sgar guy didn't know when he was gone.

On the contrary, the Noxian soldiers who were resting and vigilant were in view, and there were bonfires burning at the entrance to the staircase and in the center of the city walls, illuminating the surroundings.

Kereh got up and looked into the distance, a little green mist shrouded him, and his vision could only see a distance of about 50 meters at most, and the village behind him was very quiet, without the fierce movement of the day.

The green mist around him grew thicker, and Krye had to take a few steps to see what was going on inside the mist, but he couldn't.

The campfire burned, but the environment surrounded by green fog still gave some uneasiness to Kree's heart.

"Alert!"

The roar of the yodelers rang out, and in an instant, all the Noxian soldiers were in a state of war, and four or five men were in charge of the battlements and stairs.

As far as the eye could see, there were 80 Noxian soldiers resting and guarding the city walls, as well as 20 Noxian soldiers in charge of the war horses below..........

Wait a minute!?

Below! Kree realized something, and just wanted to command, but heard the restless voice of Sgar,

"Woohoo!"

The screams of dragon lizards echoed through the night.

Boom!

Cree jumped straight off the dirt walls and rushed towards the rudimentary stables below, bastard cowards sleeping with the horses.

The silver-gray battle axe swung and smashed through the brick wall, revealing a violent image of the timid desert dragon lizard leaping angrily over the corpse of an unknown beast, splattered flesh and white bones covered in scale armor, and the crimson warhorses around it were inevitable.

"Sergeant-General, Lord Sgar has discovered an intruder and eliminated them." A Noxian expeditionary cavalryman half-knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

When Kree heard this, he didn't want to see Sgar anymore, and the unknown intruder didn't know how to provoke the timid Sgar, making it so angry, and the end was a bit miserable.

Turning his head to look at the thickening green mist, he frowned and thought for a while, then ordered, "Use the potion." ”

[Sinjid No. 1 Elixir] is the same as diluted food, but it is placed on the left side of the ventilator case, and after pressing the red button twice in a row, the green potion liquid is squeezed into the slender tube.

In this mission, each Noxian soldier was equipped with only three potions, and once they ran out, they had to leave the plague area.

It's for their safety, the state of a plague-infected who have lost their minds, and it's something the Noxians hate.

The time of night gradually passed, and at some point, a shadowy figure disappeared in the green mist, as if watching this group of vivid people. 2k reading web