The dawn before dawn opened the gates of the night, and the snow still fell, falling with a silver-gray glow into the Aaron Hills.

After the night ended, the rich smell of rust filled the hilly area, attracting many jackdaws with flapping wings, which hovered in the air and did not dare to land for a long time.

The terrible aftermath of the battle caused these cautious little ones to abandon their preferences, and they waited patiently, waiting for the right time to enjoy fresh meat.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of horses' hooves like a rain of horses startled a field of jackdaws, and three horsemen in pitch-black armor hurried by, sticky blood staining the snow red.

Crossing the dirt slope, the view behind suddenly opened up, there was a cavalry team resting in place, and the burly figure in the front stood silently, and the falling wind and snow did not touch it.

Hearing the sound of hurried horses' hooves, Darius looked up at the returning scout team, his heavy face as water moved slightly, and finally fell silent, only the deep light in his eyes became deeper and deeper, as if a layer of blood covered the black pupils.

The three scouts directly crossed the figure of Darius and entered the cavalry phalanx, and immediately someone stepped forward to pull the reins, helped the scout to dismount, and when the palm of his hand caressed the armor, the thick blood soaked his fingers.

"Two quarters of an hour off!"

Darius's deep voice echoed through the cavalry behind him, calm and unhurried, yet impassioned, as if awakening the desire for war in the Noxians.

As the order was issued, whether it was the returning scouts or the Noxian Imperial cavalry who were already ready to go, they took out the reserved water and bacon from their carry-on packages and swallowed them raw, replenishing their body's energy consumption at low temperatures.

High up on the dirt slope, Modrian was also munching on food, but his eyes were still looking at the Noxian cavalry in front of him, as if something touched his heart.

Last night's battle was no longer about the bandits and wolf thieves that had been encountered, but about the real ace cavalry legions, until before dawn, the scouts who rushed back and forth brought the most advanced intelligence with blood and lives.

Modrian had a rough memory of the number of people who went out and returned, and nearly 50 Noxian Imperial cavalry were killed, and almost half of the Trefalli legionnaires, who were the scout captains, were wounded. (In a temporary mission, the system does not provide battle damage statistics.) ）

And it was their casualties and sacrifices that prevented none of the scouts of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion from going deep into the Aarensian Hills to discover the number and exact location of the hidden Noxian cavalry.

"Is this Noxus?"

"Yes, this is Noxus." Silently said out loud for Modrian's huge figure that was covering the snowflakes, his ugly and terrifying face full of pride.

Sain looked at Darius standing not far away, and in the limited time he had to regain his true self, he knew that Darius was another war hero of the Noxian Empire since him, and even far above him.

For the previous conspiracy of the Noxian Empire, after becoming the living dead, Sain has taken a very light view, he was also a war hero of the Noxian Empire, not a fool, and he also knew something about the bad situation that the Noxian Empire was in at that time.

Therefore, he respects Darius very much, and is willing to be led by this new symbol of power in the Noxian Empire.

"Noxus!"

Modrian stood up and looked at the Noxian cavalry in his view, the scarlet double-edged axe banner raised high in the cold winter wind.

If you don't win, you won't return, this is Noxus!

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Boom!

Baron Emerson fell from his chainmail and fell to his knees in the snow, his feminine face covered with a pale look, and his sideburns wet with fine cold sweat.

"Lord Lloyd, Miss Angela, it is my intelligence failure, and I will go to Ranvasur Castle to be punished after this war."

"But please give me a chance to atone for my sins, and I will use my life to preserve the glory of the Jeffrey family!" Baron Emerson's mind is buried deep in the snow, and his eyes are filled with irrepressible killing, Modrian Perris, I will surely make you fall on your knees in front of me and try to fail.

Just now, the statistician of the army had already obtained the detailed results of last night's scout battle.

98 knight servants were killed, and 37 were killed by the Iron Thorn Cavalry!

It doesn't seem like much damage, but you must know that in last night's scout battle, Grand Knight Quiller led 100 Iron Thorn Cavalry and 200 knight minions to set off for the Aaron Hills.

Judging from the results, it can be described as a heavy loss.

And most importantly, with the loss of such cavalry, the battle of the scouts was lost, and no important information about the enemy was obtained.

Sting!

The silver-white spear pierced the air, rolling up a gust of wind and snow, with a hint of scarlet, staining the snow red.

"Uh-huh!" Baron Emerson snorted, and a sharp pain came from his left ear, and he gritted his teeth so hard that he didn't dare to make the slightest move.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found a piece of broken flesh on the snow not far away, shaped like an ear, and he knew that it was his left ear.

"This is a small punishment, I don't know why you, as the intelligence chief officer of Edalas City, have such a major intelligence mistake, I hope you can explain it clearly in Lanvasur Castle." Viscount Lloyd's eyes were cold, this loss was the largest loss of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion in a skirmish in recent years.

"I want to see who dares to stop the advance of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion."

Viscount Lloyd looked around at the dark green cavalry gathered around him, and his cold face showed a piercing killing intent.

"Iron Thorn, the whole army is leaving!"

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The hills of Aaronse, between the cities of Lafargue and the towns of Erwindale, welcomed two iron-blooded cavalry teams on this day of snowfall.

Perhaps not only that, but after dawn, there were many sentries hiding in the complex terrain of the Aaronse Hills, who cautiously moved forward, and then leaned down in the snow to hide their figures.

These are elite sentinels from the top nobles in the northern part of the kingdom, in order to get news of the war here as soon as possible.

The sentries lurking in the snow watched as the two cavalry teams met on a hill with a low slope.

Among them, the cavalry team on the top of the hill has a bright red flag, and the double-edged axe is engraved on it, and if you look closely, it looks like a skull, this is an elite cavalry that is not within the scope of their knowledge, and according to the intelligence, it is likely to belong to the second son of the Perris family.

And the cavalry at the bottom of the slope is the ace cavalry regiment of the Jeffrey family, the Iron Thorn Cavalry, with dark green armor and thorn banners, piercing the eyes of the sentry.

As the first rays of morning light fell, the scattered snowflakes became more and more urgent, turning into goose feather snow.

War, begin!