After all, the rain still didn't fall, and it didn't come.

Morris pulled out a short knife from the trunk of the tree, and the severed head of the snake fell from the tree with a clatter, and fell into the pile of leaves, but the next moment it was put into the pocket by a soldier with a large bag on his back, and he did not dislike the blood that had not yet been drained, and the soldier pinched the head and body of the snake that was still in motion and put it in the bag, and he was not afraid of being bitten by the poisonous snake that was not dead.

Retracting his gaze from the tall, dense canopy, Morris breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if you can't see the climate changing again, you can tell that the clouds have receded from the environment that has become brighter than before, just like the depths of the Tranquil Forest are rejuvenated.

It had been several hours since they entered the Quiet Forest, and in the complex environment of the dense forest, the soldiers were somewhat tired, and a few unlucky ghosts had been bitten by hidden poisonous insects and almost died.

Fortunately, the poisoner was saved by the antidote herbs that had been prepared for a long time, and these antidote herbs were prepared in advance by the Nightblade Slayer, and many of them could be picked in time in the dense forest.

"Lord Morris, how far is it from the Black Stone Forest?"

Even the most hard-working soldier could not withstand the treacherous environment of the dense forest, let alone a sword and shield man wearing armor and holding a long knife and iron shield.

"What's your name?"

Morris asked without looking back, observing the environment.

"My lord, my name is Sweet, not long after I joined the Noxus Black Iron Guard, I participated in the battle of the mines in the Shining Silver Mountains, and killed three stinky rats!"

The soldier's tone was somewhat proud.

Knowing naturally what was in the closed mines of the Silver Mountains, Morris suddenly turned his head and looked at Sweet calmly.

"Would you dare to go into the mines alone to fight?"

Sweet froze, and the image of the red-skinned rat drowning himself in his mind suddenly came to mind, and then he quickly shook his head.

Just kidding, in a war of hundreds of people, why do you have to go in and fight the rat swarm alone?

"I dare."

Turning his head again, Morris said lightly without looking back.

"So you ask fewer questions and do more things, because people who are better than you don't have as many problems as you, and talking too much nonsense will only make people think that you are a person who is incompetent."

Choked by Morris, and did not dare to refute it, Sweet continued on his way sullenly.

Retracting his gaze from his companion, Alice the Lancer sighed.

She didn't think there was anything to be proud of in that kind of battle, and her companion always seemed to feel that the magical victory she had won with her companion's life was her own credit.

It's an honor to fight the evil rats to the death, but it shouldn't be an experience to show off to others, especially because it's the magic of Mistress Meredith that ultimately seals the victory.

After saying nothing, the group came to a place where the terrain had become lower, and a Nightblade Killer came running from a distance and whispered to Maurice.

"There is a large group of dense forest cat demons in front of the Black Stone Forest, there are about thirty or so, and we can't solve it alone."

"Keep exploring, and leave it to me."

After finishing the order, Morris turned around and said in a deep voice to the soldiers.

"The ten-division commander listened to the order and formed a defensive counterattack formation with the squad as a unit, and there were more than thirty dense forest cat demons in front, ready to fight!"

Clenching the spear in her hand, Alice's gaze became more determined.

No matter how difficult it may be, one day, she will stand by her lord's side again and defend her lord's safety with her own life.

……

The conference hall of the Immortal Fortress.

Standerda is discussing with the rest of the tribal leaders about the military system and belonging of Noxus.

Before the Battle of Tano Village, the other tribes still had doubts about whether the Lockhee clan could gain a foothold in the immortal fortress, who knew that they killed an ancient remnant in the air, repelled the severed head bandit group, and miraculously defeated the two major tribes of the Mostak barbarians and the Upol barbarians who went south.

As a result, the Lockhee clan succeeded in becoming the sole owner of the Immortal Fortress, and the rest of the barbarian tribes were disqualified from competition, coupled with the secret society of the Immortal Fortress, Black Rose, reached a secret agreement with the Lockhee Clan, which made the Lockhee clan the ruler of the Immortal Fortress.

I don't want to be liquidated or continue to be marginalized, seeing that the big family of Noxus is getting stronger and stronger, the leaders of the small tribes on the wall have moved their minds, but how to manage the soldiers of their respective tribes and how to fight for more benefits for their tribes still need to be at the negotiation table in the conference room to come up with results.

"Everyone, we all have our own people, we all have our own warriors, think for yourself, anyone who lets a stranger command their own warriors will not have a sense of trust, right?"

It was the Great Elder of the Stubborn Stone Tribe who spoke, and in order to replace the patriarch who suddenly suffered a stroke after sleeping all night and became 'unable to walk independently', he had to speak his opinion.

Maybe you can think about it when you go back, and it's better to let the patriarch who had a stroke become poisoned and become a patriarch who can't survive on his own.

"So even if we join Noxus, we need to maintain our own military traditions, conquest and glory are the greatest spirit of Noxus, we also have a thirst for conquest and glory, spiritually we are the same, we will fight side by side for this, then we are our own people, we are all Noxians,

Therefore, I don't think it's necessary to unify the army, which is not conducive to management, and it will also lose the military traditions of our Stubborn Tribes, and then on the issue of the tribes, I suggest that each tribe divide a self-administered area in the Immortal Fortress, so that there will be no conflicts. ”

After listening to the opinions of the Great Elder of the Stubborn Stone Tribe, Stendah's right eyelid jumped, and he always felt that the middle-aged man with two ponytails sitting opposite him thought he was their patriarch.

Perhaps a proper funeral should be arranged for the Great Elder, the kind of idiot engraved on the tombstone.

"Let's not talk about the issue of tribal autonomy for a moment, if you say that the military tradition of the Stubborn Stone Tribe is 'fighting as tenaciously as a stone', I can understand your opinion that you want to preserve the military tradition, but your military tradition seems to be 'throwing the stone in your hand at the enemy', why do you want to keep this? Do you want to find an enemy to play stone-throwing? ”

Choked by Stendhal, the great elder of the Stubborn Stone Tribe blushed and slapped the table hard, the two ponytails were upturned, and the man explained a little angrily.

"The reason why we threw stones before was because we didn't have enough iron tools! A knife is much more practical for the tribe to cut meat than to cut people! Didn't we join Noxus just to ...... Isn't there a weapon? Why do we keep throwing stones? You're a strong word! ”

The quarrel is getting louder.

Outside the ajar door of the conference room, Nadalz withdrew his half-step foot, patted his smooth head, and turned to leave.

"My wife's side, I don't seem to have been there for a long time, real men can't favor one over the other......"