Valoran Collar, Aaron Hills.

As the night passed, the jungle was a pale of blue and white, and the light of dawn leaped out from behind the clouds and sprinkled the scattered camps.

It was a caravan ready to rush to the Lenwall Mountains, and there were not many of them, about a hundred or so.

To say that it is a caravan is actually a bit inappropriate.

Because there were some travelers in the team who were traveling to and from town, there were old people, women, and children, and there were two mercenaries who were responsible for the security of the caravan.

With Valoran's control of the entire territory of the Stoke Kingdom, the security has been greatly improved compared to before, with cavalry patrols from the Noxus Legion and the Demacian Legion all year round.

The change in the security situation has caused many mercenary groups to leave Valoran's territory and go to other surrounding countries to earn a living.

However, it is difficult to leave the homeland, and there are still some mercenaries who stay behind to accept the caravan's invitation and protect the caravan's safety.

"Make a fire, cook rice."

The caravan steward shouted to the women to prepare breakfast, and then instructed the servants and mercenaries to dismantle the felt tents, pack the camp, and prepare for the day's journey.

At the edge of the camp, the mercenaries gathered after their workout.

"Would you like a bite?" The tall mercenary in chain mail pulled the flask from his bosom and gestured to the guy beside him.

"Thank you." The stout middle-aged mercenary took the flask and took a sip.

"Now life is getting more and more stable, but our life is not easy."

In previous years, during the reign of the royal family of Valrant, the wilderness areas of each province were full of bandits and horse thieves, and the mercenaries lived a life of licking blood from the edge of the knife, and correspondingly, their remuneration was very rich, far from being comparable to now.

"Isn't that good?" The tall mercenary chuckled softly. "Maybe we'll be at home in a while."

Recalling what he had seen and heard in Irwindale City more than a year ago, he had a hunch that the Stoke Kingdom would change its master sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon, let alone that the situation of the Stoke Kingdom seemed to be getting better and better.

"Of course." The sturdy mercenary nodded slightly, looking at the caravan behind him, his expression a little confused.

"Should I stick to the path I once followed?"

Since his grandfather's father, he has obeyed the arrangement and embarked on the path of mercenaries, wanting to break free from ordinary life, but the rule of the aristocracy has made him see no hope.

But today's times are a little different, and the territory under Valoran's rule has given countless people who are unwilling to be ordinary people to have the hope and possibility of taking a step forward.

The tall mercenary patted the fellow on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, as if he remembered something, and he asked, "Is the guy who arranged to go out in the morning back?" ”

Hearing the inquiry, the stout mercenary glanced at the caravan and replied, "Not back yet." ”

As soon as he finished answering, he immediately reacted that something was wrong.

According to the normal time, the guy who arranged to go out should have come back a long time ago, the security of Valoran's territory has caused the number of bandits and horse thieves to decrease day by day, and he made this arrangement just in case, but he didn't expect to really encounter something.

"I'll take someone to take a look, and you're in charge here." The tall mercenary straightened up the sturdy chain mail he was wearing and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, be careful." The stout mercenary nodded, clenching the sword at his waist. "If something goes wrong, return immediately."

"Well, don't let the news go until I get back."

The tall mercenary instructed, then led a fast horse and led a few mercenaries to disappear into the vast hills.

The bleak autumn breeze blows through the hills, and the morning rain and dew fall on the grass, drenching the autumn mood.

Along the way, the tall mercenary and several mercenaries behind him remained on alert, but did not encounter any unexpected situations.

"Beyond the hill in front of you is the village of Kaba, right?" Looking around at the surrounding scenery, the tall mercenary said abruptly.

Walking on this trade road all year round, he had already seen anything along the way, so he quickly identified the specific location.

Kaba Village, a small village near the Lenwall Mountains, can be restocked, and by the way, some of the villagers' produce can be collected, as well as large game caught by hunters.

"Yes." A short mercenary behind him stepped forward and replied respectfully.

"A while ago, I heard that the village of Kaba is divided under the castle of Ranvasur and is protected by the legion of the territory of Nedmacia."

As Valoran's strength was revealed, many of Modrian's heroes and legionnaires were revealed, known to the lords and other forces.

"Wait....." The tall mercenary waved his hand as if he heard something, motioned for everyone to stop, and then looked solemnly at the yellowed hills.

"Something is wrong, did you hear some kind of chewing sound?"

"There seems to be a ..... The air still smells of blood, it's ......"

Before the short mercenary could reply, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something terrifying.

Boom Boom!

In the middle of the hills, the air exploded, and a piercing sound suddenly sounded.

Four or five rough and sharp stone spears crossed the distance of space, leaving clear white marks in the transparent air, and instantly appeared in front of the mercenary team.

Sonorous!

The tall mercenary drew the long sword at his waist and flew the stone spear in front of him, and when he turned back, he saw a scene of tears in his eyes.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Before the other mercenaries could react, the sharp spear tips pierced through the sturdy chain mail, and red blood sprayed and poured on the back of the warhorse.

The smell of patina-like blood filled the air, and the mournful roar of the war horse resounded in the sky.

In this unexpected raid, all the mercenaries except for the tall mercenaries died.

"Damn, who is it? Who would dare to slaughter wantonly in Valoran's territory......." The tall mercenary tugged at the reins and looked angrily at the hills.

In the field of vision, strong gray-white figures appeared on the top of the yellowed hills, holding bone spur hammers, red and black blood stains solidified on the surface of their bodies, and a rich smell of blood came from the surface.

"It's... What monsters? The tall mercenary looked stunned, looked at the gray-white monsters, and felt a bloody and cruel transcendent aura.

"Extraordinary??"

"What's going on.... A transcendent monster appeared in Valoran's territory.... Could it be from the interior of the Lenwall Mountains? ”

"No, no, I don't think I've seen these monsters anywhere?! .....”

The tall mercenary suppressed the fear in his heart, and knew that now was not the time to think about this, so he immediately turned his horse's head and prepared to leave here.

Just as he fled on horseback, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, remembering the origin of these monsters.

A long time ago, when he had just become a mercenary, he had the privilege of joining a powerful mercenary group and taking on an escort mission to the Favercade Empire.

On the way to the mission, he had encountered similar terrifying monsters.

No, he didn't come across it alone.

It was the mercenary group that suddenly encountered it.

The end result was tragic, the escort mission failed, the powerful mercenary group was left alone, and only a few escaped from the bloody disaster.

To this day, the tall mercenaries have never forgotten the bloody memories, including those terrifying monsters.

A man-eating monster rumored to come from the bottomless abyss---

Stone Blind Barbarians!

"Damn, there's an abyss passage near Kaba's village, or an abyss rift!"

The tall mercenary recalled the post-mortem investigation of the bloody calamity, and it was during the mission that an abyssal rift suddenly connected to the main material plane, causing the stone-blind barbarians to flood into the continent of Karadimos.

He didn't dare to look back, and the sound of chewing behind his back was like the murmur of death, prompting him to clamp his legs around the belly of the horse and gallop away from cannibalistic purgatory.