The border of the province of Blackwood, a barren plain.

The once sparse atmosphere of people has disappeared with the brutal war, leaving only depression and desolation.

From afar, the icy cold wind howled, like a cascading water streak, slowly blowing through the dry yellow grass all over the plain.

Nothing else.

No, it's not!

There are also some unseen things left behind.

It is the traces of the end of the brutal war, the countless broken flesh and blood corpses watering the hard earth, the faint smell of blood filling the air, and .....

Swift Scout Teemo and his main ship scout team carefully planted mushroom bombs.

Thundered! Thundered! Thundered!

The silence was shattered by a loud explosion, and the aftermath of the cascading energy was like a raging flood raging through the yellow meadows, dispersing the howling cold wind and rolling up countless grass clippings and dirt.

The next moment!

The painful wails of the gnolls echoed through the sky, striking sticky flesh mixed with broken bones covering the tumbling ground.

"Damn, why are there so many magic traps, aren't those human soldiers afraid of stepping on themselves?" The lizardman scout captain looked at the scene of the tragic explosion not far away, his body trembling uncontrollably, and the depths of his eyes revealed a trace of horror and fear.

The destructive power of the magic trap was far beyond their imagination, it was completely beyond their control, and even the aftermath of the unbridled energy made them feel terrified.

The dozen or so strong lizardman scouts prostrate on the ground behind them couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their appearance was even more unbearable than that of the transcendent scout captain, the deadly threat of death buried deep in their souls, and their strong bodies trembled.

As if unable to withstand the invisible atmosphere of fear, a lizardman scout said angrily, "Why don't you arrange for the priests to clear these traps with spells, but let us build a safe path with our lives?" ”

The magic traps in the Jungle of Coker are exactly similar to the magic traps encountered now, like beautiful mushrooms growing in the wilderness, deadly and dangerous.

Many of the lizardfolk scouts recalled the sad scenes they had experienced, the icy jungle burying countless companions, and they were glad that they had made it to hell.

"We?" The lizardman scout captain lowered his gray-white eyelids and glanced at the center of the magic trap, which was filled with gnolls' bones.

"This is the time to test us, the great god of the lizardmen is watching the battlefield, and we will give our lives for the ultimate victory." The lizardman scout captain prostrate on the ground, his voice in melodious praise.

Of course, it won't tell the subordinates behind it that there are some small magic traps, and even the priests can't use spells and magic to warn in advance.

Therefore, in the bitter cold of the Koker jungle, many priests stepped on the colorful mushroom traps and returned to the glorious embrace of our Lord.

Rumors, just rumors.

In the Scout War in the Jungle of Coker, a number of temple priests who had entered the path of legend fell, causing the wrath of the gods and the birth of a crimson vision.

And in the face of such a heavy loss, the Lizardman Temple, which holds the right to speak in the Besilik Kingdom, had to make a 'difficult' decision.

The leader of the Lizardmen Scout still remembers very well the indifferent attitude and unusually relaxed look with which the Temple Emissary read the oracle.

The lowly gnolls were never recognized companions by the lizardmen, and perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them slaves.

This is also what most lizardmen are hiding.

Of course, in this war, the gnolls are definitely their companions.

It was these gnolls who paved the safe roads to the Blackwood Province with their lives.

When the aftermath of the magic trap's energy dissipated, the lizardmen scouts rose and began to scout.

The smell of fish filled the air, and the bones and sticky flesh of the field stimulated their senses.

Although the Lizardmen scouts regarded the gnolls as slaves, such a patch of death made them inevitably feel sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sudden sound of horses' hooves shook the meadow, waking the distracted lizardman scout. The Seven Realms

They looked into the distance, and saw the human cavalry that was hovering and observing the situation, and the dark armor that was so memorable.

"It's Valoran leading scouts, be careful!"

The leader of the Lizardman Scout exclaimed, alerting the Lizardman Scout behind him.

In a moment's time, each armed with a weapon, they quickly dispersed across the plains, ready to meet the enemy.

But unexpectedly, those Valoran Scouts were just observing the situation here, and they didn't seem to have any desire to attack.

Later, after looking around, the captain of the lizardmen scouts found that not only they were here, but also Valoran led scouts from other places, and they patrolled from afar, and someone took out a parchment and silently recorded something.

"Send a message to the priests in the back, we have encountered the Valoran Leader scout, whether to intercept it." The lizardman scout captain was silent for a moment, looking at the flesh and bones on the ground with a solemn expression.

The existence of magic traps is a distance that they cannot cross, and now the problem should be left to the lizardman priest sitting behind them.

As for the function of the gnolls, it was in vain, and before they could get through the trap, the human scouts would quickly leave.

The wait was a bit long, but it was a long time to wait for the order from the rear.

"Ignore the human scouts and solve the magic traps buried in the plains as soon as possible."

The captain of the lizardman scout crumpled the animal skin, his ugly face was a little gloomy, and he saw what the priest meant, and even these lizardman scouts could be sacrificed when necessary.

"Captain? What do we do now? A lizardman scout asked.

Hearing this, the leader of the lizardman scout turned his head sideways, saw the gnoll soldier who was repairing, and said fiercely, "How to do it?" What else can be done to get those gnolls to set off immediately, and they must advance to the designated place by tonight. ”

"Yes!" Sensing the captain's angry tone, the many lizardmen scouts hurriedly bowed their heads and left, urging the gnolls in a mournful atmosphere.

After thousands of years, the lizardmen have absorbed foreign knowledge and the guidance of the gods to form their own unique barbarian civilization and establish their own kingdom, but they have no reason to help those lowly gnolls.

In the kingdom of Besilik, the gnolls use a small part of the civilization of the lizardmen, and live a life of drinking blood and hair, and they have a far greater animalistic nature than human nature.

That's exactly what the lizardfolk want to see!

Even Yenogu Fang, a god of the gnolls, can only choose to protect some gifted gnolls in the face of such a situation.

The action to the death began again, and the gnolls were driven by the lizardman scouts and surged towards the plain, and for a while, countless breaths of life quickly dissipated.

"Is this war worth such a sacrifice and so much effort!?"

The broad, sturdy walls, Darius stood silently, with scouts at his side reporting the route of the kingdom of Besilik, and he swept through all the letterheads and parchments, his brow furrowed slightly.

The sacrifice of the Besilik Kingdom was somewhat more than he had imagined, but through the information, he knew how seriously the Besilik Kingdom and the Lizardman Temple took this war.

"Go tell Kree and let him come to me."

"Yes, General!" Hearing the order, the Trefali legionnaires quickly left.

Gregory and Vorsman had already set out two days earlier, each leading a regiment of 1,000 cavalry to patrol and purge along the northwestern defense line.

It is completely clear from the attitude of Darius - Noxus is not going to be passive defensive.

After more than ten seconds, the surging life energy appeared in Darius's perception, and then the creature drove Sgar directly to the city wall, smashing the stone horns of the stairs.

"Hey, General Darius, what's your order!" Kree said with a big grin, as if he knew that something was coming, and his tone was full of irrepressible excitement.

"The vanguard of the kingdom of Besilik is about to arrive at the fortress, and I hope they will have a 'deep' understanding of the fortress of Fosbayro."

Darius stood still, looking west, not looking at Kree, knowing in his heart that the grumpy yodeling was far from what it seemed.

Speaking of which, this guy's history of joining the army is much more distant than his, and when the empire was still in its infancy, there were records of the relevant deeds of the yodelers.

Kree cracked his mouth and laughed silently, and though Darius's tone was rough, he could hear the thick smell of blood.

"The first legion's high-ranking major commander is the vanguard officer of the Kree, follow the general's orders!"