League of Legends Invades Another World

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.mianhuatang. In the deep winter, the weather is gloomy.

The turbid night sky descended on the pale yellow earth.

The icy cold wind with frost blew across the vast and desolate plains, rolling up the stubborn leaves and dust, desolate and lonely.

At the edge of the plain, riding the dim moonlight, the lizardmen warriors jumping out of the dense forest could be seen, densely packed, like ants, pouring into the territory of Stoke Kingdom.

Although the plague that pervaded the kingdom of Bethlik was contained, time passed quietly.

The winter has swept across the kingdom, and the devastated lizardmen urgently need to supply the tribe with supplies for the winter, otherwise the severe cold environment will cause serious population losses again.

The lizardmen wave was split into two before reaching the ruined Fortress of Forsbyro in the Blackwood Province. Most of the warriors who went to the Mori Province took up the majority, and only a small number of warriors left to go to the Silverpine Province. .

It's not that the strength of Yinpine Province is underestimated, but the strength displayed by the Valoran leader has to be treated with care by the Lizardman Temple behind him.

The missing priests of the temple, and the rumored gods who are not known to be true or false, are the best proofs.

According to the information collected recently, the Lizardmen Temple learned that the Valoran Territory has extraordinary military power, so most of the Lizardmen warriors who go to Yinpine Province are elites, and they are not responsible for looting, but as much as possible. to prevent Valoran from advancing westward.

The atmosphere of silence enveloped the lizardmen array, and the sound of heavy breathing and noisy footsteps interweaved the melody of war.

Noth, the shaman of the Koker tribe, led this elite lizardmen army, and he was also the most elite force that the Koker tribe could come up with.

In the plague disaster that just passed, the Koker tribe suffered heavy losses. They fell directly from the top tribe of the Beshilik Kingdom and were almost at a standstill. They even lost the opportunity to become a priest of the temple. Full of priests.

The night in the north was bleak and cold, and the Lizardmen Legion marched on the desolate plains, gradually groping to the edge of Silverpine Province.

In the center of the array, North faced the cold wind and looked at the quiet plain in the hazy night, with an extremely dignified old face.

His spirit moved slightly, and a ray of light shone on his side. He took out an ancient scroll from his arms and carefully read the collected information about the Valoran Territory.

This is the information collected by the Coker tribe through its own channels, except for the Shrine of the Lizardmen, including the defeat of the previous vassal race, the Gnolls.

For some reason, North always felt inexplicable emotions lingering in his heart, and he couldn't tell what, was it brought by Valoran?

"Pass my order, find a place to set up camp, and arrange for camouflage scouts to scout ahead."

"Yes, Lord Priest." The lizardmen's personal guards behind him separated into two teams and left, and the grass that was trampled by strong footsteps splashed a little dirt.

Seeing the Lizardmen team leave, North relieved a little and continued to look at the contents of the scroll, hoping to find some useful information, but he had read it several times and still could not find the key information.

Browsing to the end of the scroll, it records the strength of the Valoran lord Modrian, the peak of the knight commander (doubtful here), walking the road of war knights, and the halo he masters is suspected to be related to blood.

"Blood...Blood....Blood..." North's eyes flashed with strange brilliance, and he had other thoughts in his heart. Immediately, he flipped up and saw some similar content. , is one of the many followers of Modrian.

"Oracle, blood!"

The vicious color flashed on the old face, and North made a certain determination. The plague disaster caused by the Koker tribe and the disappearance of the temple priests caused the tribe to be in trouble.

I know a thing or two from the fact that all the elite forces of the tribe were dispatched this time.

The former allies are no longer reliable, and there are too many tribes in the Beshilik Kingdom now coveting this fertile land.

Only the grace of God can redeem the Coker tribe.

North put away the scroll with a cold expression: "Survival and inheritance are the most important things for the Koker tribe right now." He looked at the lizardmen camouflage scouts who left the array in the night, and his heart became more and more determined.

Camouflage scouts, an extremely elite unit of the Coker tribe, are good at using their own skin to carry out camouflage attacks in different environments, and are the best choice for scouts.

Taking advantage of the hazy night and dim moonlight, the camouflage scouts who left the team fled into the desolate plains. As they walked, their skins also changed strangely, but after a few steps, they were completely integrated into the plain environment and disappeared without a trace.

The cold wind swept across the vast plain, the night was dark, and the drowsy darkness swept across.

As they went deeper, the Lizardman camouflage scouts became more and more careful, and according to different areas, reconnaissance teams of varying numbers were arranged in order to complete the task as soon as possible.

In the previous lizardmen reports, they knew that there was a terrifying team of scouts on the edge of Yinpine Province, harvesting the lives of many ordinary lizardmen scouts, leaving behind dripping blood lessons.

The clouds fluttered, covering the crescent moon in the sky, and the already dim moonlight fell into darkness, and the skin of the camouflage scout changed with fine adjustment.

This kind of adjustment to the environment requires a brief exposure to complete the change, but after a while, the camouflage scouts in the reconnaissance state once again disappeared in the plains.

Unfortunately, short-term changes cannot escape the attention of those who care.

Especially in this war zone where blood was left behind.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!

The subtle sound of blowing arrows sounded quietly in the dark night, and then a cold light crossed the distance of the space, pierced the standard mail of the camouflage scout, and submerged into the strong body.

The offensive continued.

The exposed main ship scouts quickly put away their blowing darts, pulled out the sharp daggers around their waists, bullied themselves up, and directly attacked the vital parts of the lizardmen in front of them.

Clang!

The blades hit each other, and the little sparks jumped.

Unexpectedly, these lizardmen camouflage scouts did not lose their combat effectiveness immediately.

But they underestimated the combat capabilities of the main ship scouts, the ace special forces of Bandle City.

And the weird and deadly thallium poison.

The jumping footsteps kept moving, and the main ship scouts chose to continue the offensive. The daggers danced and intertwined with the dexterous figures around the camouflage scouts, like a death show.

puff! puff! puff!

Spilled green blood spattered on the desolate grass, and a dagger pierced the scales, taking away the life of the camouflage scout.

Not only here, it is close to the fringe area of ​​Yinpine province.

The confrontation between the main ship scout team and the camouflage scouts continued, silent and intense.

In the dark night, the breath of life disappeared with the wind all the time, decorating the battle in this winter with a touch of sadness.

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