The spring wind gently walked across the verdant plains, the pale color of blood filled the sky, and wisps of ash drifted away and melted into the grass.

Click! Click!

The dull sound of horses' hooves splashed a little dust from far and near, and more than a dozen cavalrymen in black armor shuttled through this vast plain, their sharp cavalry spears glowing with cyan coldness.

The Noxus scouts patrolled, and their cold eyes saw that this area was quiet and waveless, and they were about to turn the red war horse and leave, when a fishy smell wafted in from afar.

Oh! Oh!

Gray-yellow waves spread from the sky, shattered leather armor, torn clothes, and sticky saliva rushed in a piercing roar.

The dark green eyes were full of bloodshots, and the wildness after the slaughter was completely released, and the gnolls pounced on this group of rebels with the destruction **, and the number of crushing made them fearless!

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

The sound of horses' hooves roared again, roaring like thunder, and the Noxian scout did not hesitate at all, brazenly raised the sharp cavalry spear in his hand, and the scout chief Noxian blood-colored cavalry took the lead, facing this group of wild orc races.

The pitch-black figure was like an arrow from the string, crossing the emerald green plain, instantly submerging into the gray-yellow waves, setting off blood-red waves.

The slaughter begins, wordless and frenzied, and the figures of the gnolls and Noxian cavalry weave through the battlefield before perishing and falling into the grasslands to become fertilizer for the meadows.

No one cared about their fallen companions, the Noxian soldiers only looked at the enemy, and the gnolls were left with only the wild ** supporting themselves, and the spilled viscous blood stained their bodies and weapons, which was a symbol of the glory of the battlefield.

It was a sudden battle, unprepared, and when the two met, they both knew their fate, and only the victor could walk out of the battlefield safely.

It's just that it's a bit tragic for the gnolls, and more and more of their companions are turned into cold corpses, then trampled into mud by the horses' hooves and stained with tough grass.

The sad picture makes them break free from the bloodthirstiness, and their inner survival is driving them to flee from here, from the group of terrifying cavalry that is almost like a machine and maintains a killing action.

Defeat and become the end of the gnolls soldiers.

Pursuit was the favorite method of slaughter of the Noxian cavalry.

The terrible howls echoed through the area, but they couldn't stop the Grim Reaper's pace, and the black scythe was harvesting the lives of the gnolls.

And this sudden encounter became a microcosm of the edge of the Kuroki Province at this moment.

This desolate land, this verdant grassland, countless bloody battles, suddenly started in the afternoon of spring, fierce and pathetic!

Death, like a brilliant firework, plays out in this vast area, and the rich smell of death pervades the air, attracting the attention of some shadowy people.

But neither side of the center knew or did not realize it, and it was only after the scouts brought back news of victory and defeat that they woke up from a dream and realized the coming of the enemy.

Soon, instead of stopping, the fierce fighting became more and more frenzied.

On the one hand, they want to take advantage of the victory to pursue and destroy more living forces; One side wants to redeem the defeat, and it is best to be able to capture the other party as a slave and find out the specific situation.

More and more troops were thrown into the fringes of the Blackwood Province, and bloody battles bloomed on the verdant plains again and again, watering the desolate land.

Taking the border area of Blackwood Province and Silver Pine Province as the dividing point, in this vast area, there are traces of red blood everywhere, rendering the tragic and gorgeous war.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of horses' hooves echoed like a rain of horses, splashing a little dirt, and a column of ten Noxian cavalry in pitch-black armor crossed the slightly raised hills, sticky bits of blood falling on the reddish-brown earth.

After the hill, the view suddenly opened up, and here there was a cavalry team ready to go, and the cold momentum enveloped the hill, lowering the temperature out of thin air.

Seeing this, the cavalry led by him tightened the reins, and the crimson war horse jumped high, and then the figure slipped off the saddle, directly towards the short figure standing on the back of the dragon lizard, half-kneeling and bowing his head, and said hoarsely and gasping.

"Huh~West.. Southern.. Domain, Hair.. Now there is a vanguard army of gnolls, numbering about 6,000, scattered with dozens of minions, and the route of advance reaches the province of Silver Song. (Minions: Refers to squads of gnolls scattered around.) ）

"Trim! Ready! The furious knight Kree plucked out his ears, his mouth was slightly open, and his snow-white sharp teeth were glowing with cold light, he was patient, patient with the ** in his heart.

Immediately behind him, the Noxian soldiers stepped forward to help the returning scouts grab the reins, helping them to dismount, and as their palms caressed the backs of their armor and crimson horses, thick blood stains soaked their fingers.

"How much is the battle loss now?" Kree looked at Gregory beside him and asked, the blue and red hat on his head swaying slightly.

"More than 200 people died, thousands of enemies were killed, and the specific number is too late to be counted, so it is not clear for the time being." Gregory said in a deep voice, his eyes covered by black armor contained cold murderous intent.

"In addition, according to the detection of the war stonemasons, except for two or three fortified cities, all other places in the entire Blackwood Province have completely fallen and become a bloody paradise for the gnolls!"

"My subordinates suggest that you can consider withdrawing from the Blackwood Province area and setting aside a buffer zone, the number of gnolls is too much, and if you attack rashly, you may fall into the quagmire of war!"

Kree's only intact fierce left eye was filled with rich bloodshots, and he forcibly held back the killing in his heart**, although he had a strange and violent personality, it did not mean that he had lost his mind.

"Hehe, yes, follow your arrangement, let the war stonemason leave the Blackwood Province first!"

"As for us, we can't leave easily, I want to teach these beasts a lesson, a lesson that I will remember!"

"The glory of the Valoran Territory must be drawn by the blood of the soldiers, even ours!"

Pulling out the silver-gray battle axe that had dried up blood on his waist, Kree sat on Sgar's saddle, gently stroked the hard green top of his head, and said indifferently.

"It's been a long time since we've taken out an entire legion."

"Goo, woo." Sgar screamed happily, a pair of forelimbs in the shape of ears swaying as if applauding enthusiastically.

"Each other, good fellows." Kree grinned, more exaggerated than the crocodile. (Crox Crocodile: A massive monster of the plague jungle that lives in the southern region of the Valoran continent, with an ugly appearance and a huge bite force in its mouth that can easily tear through any prey.) ）

"Let's go!"

A roar of rage erupted from his diminutive body, and Sgar ran first, the horse's hooves roaring behind him, stepping over the hills and facing the plains that released the smell of blood.