League of Legends Invades Another World

.mianhuatang. Fortress of Forsbyro, the sky is battered by the cold wind.

Once the strongest military fortress in the Blackwood Province, in the looting war launched by the Lizardmen, hundreds of thousands of human lives were buried, and it became the source of plague.

Fate has turned around, and now it has become the gathering place of the Kokel tribe, with flags flying, horns everywhere, and lizardmen and gnoll soldiers walking everywhere.

As far as the eye can see, the fortress can still be seen lingering with the smell of ruin, but after repairs, the collapsed city walls and watchtowers were rebuilt, and a faint glimpse of the once majestic appearance.

In the center of the fortress, felt tents are densely covered, like dotted.

Noth Coker, the old shaman leaned over his desk, carefully studying the map of the Blackwood Province, the bright red line running from the Silverpine Province straight to the hinterland.

The lizardmen scouts represented by sporadic green flags struggled in the endless spreading offensive.

"What happened recently? Why is the Valoran Land offensive suddenly fierce?" North murmured in a low voice, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes telling of his upside-down life recently.

Doubts spring up inside, but more of it is powerless.

The camouflage scouts, the elite troops of the Kerker tribe, suffered heavy losses in the previous scout confrontation, and the losses were extremely tragic.

Winter frosts, crimson rays, mechanical bombs, and the roaring explosions of night.

Fragments of memory rolled in his mind, North squinted his eyes, and the battle of that night appeared in his turbid pupils.

The humanoid intelligent beings in the shape of dwarfs and dwarves possessed the same strength as the lizardman scouts, and even stronger. After that explosion like a fireworks show, they chased and killed the defeated camouflage scouts wantonly.

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The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent, interrupting North's thoughts. He looked up at the fur door curtain, and the target was the captain of the guard, whose armor was still stained with blood.

"What happened?" North asked in a deep voice, trembling inwardly.

"Master North, I went to hand over the scout job on time today, but I encountered an interception on the way." The captain of the guard murmured, his voice hoarse and full of powerlessness.

"The 100-person team that went there, only a dozen or so people fled back."

"There is a high probability...the returned scout team will be wiped out..."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the captain of the guard looked at the tribal shaman in front of him with a very sad expression: "How long do we have to hold on? The military strength of Valoran is completely beyond our expectations."

"The eyes and ears are lost. There is no complete scout army in the tribe. All of them are scattered outside. Every moment, scouts return to the arms of my lord Samuanya."

North got up, walked to the captain of the bodyguard, stared at the tired eyes and the strong body covered with scars, and remained silent for a while.

"Wait, wait! The tribe can still support... The war in the southeast is about to end."

The news of the great defeat of the allied forces of the nobles of the Stoke Kingdom had already spread to the Coker tribe, and the dawn of victory was imminent. As long as Limontanlu was conquered, even the legend behind the Valoran Territory would not pose a threat.

Lifting the fur curtain, North walked out of the tent and saw that the atmosphere in the fortress was slightly depressed, which was the consequence of constant failure.

He also wants to change the current situation, but the Valoran Territory does not give it a chance, especially those elite and short humanoid intelligent beings.

"May Samuanya bless the Coker tribe!"

North slightly raised his head to look at the dark night, the dim stars were hidden behind the dark clouds, and gradually, a little bit of white fluff fell from the clouds.

"This is.... it's snowing?" North hesitated at first, then his expression changed and he laughed wildly.

"Haha, it's snowing! It's snowing!"

The snow blocked the offensive, and the Coker tribe rekindled hope.

......

......

The night was hazy, and crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, but after a while, white traces could be seen on the plain ground.

Quinn gently stretched out her left hand, the snowflakes that fell on her palm slowly melted, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She looked at the Forsbarrow Fortress, where a dozen lizardmen and gnoll soldiers were lighting fires in the clearing around the city walls, chewing on the bloody flesh.

It is now time for the guard, and they are replenishing their stamina for the upcoming guard.

Snowflakes were flying, Quinn watched the movements of these soldiers, and raised the crossbow gently in his hand.

In war, a small mistake can kill a team, and the lizardmen and gnoll soldiers in front of them have made a big mistake.

But Quinn was in no hurry and was patient.

Fourth Commandment: Grind without phosphorous, Nirvana without stubbornness.

In the field of vision, there is also a lack of an important soldier - the camouflage scout of the Lizardman.

In the continuous scout war, although the camouflage scouts suffered heavy losses at the beginning, their strength was recognized by Teemo, and they were very good scouts.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the cold wind blows snowflakes.

In the corner of the city wall, in the dark shadow, snowflakes fell, making faint ripples.

A slightly dwarf lizardman soldier appeared, seemingly aware of the exposure, moving his footsteps gently, hiding the drifting snowflakes, and quietly disappeared.

"Got you."

Quinn smiled slightly, even though the camouflage scouts were once again integrated with the surrounding environment, she believed herself

His partner Hua Luo has already marked each other.

Looking up at the sky, a dark blue figure hides the clouds.

"The fifth commandment: wait for the opportunity, act decisively!"

With the help of the starlight, Quinn crawled on the ground, raised his right hand slightly, clenched it into a fist, and made a slight circle, indicating that he could arrange an attack.

She knew that Teemo in the back could definitely see it clearly.

However, after a short while, on the plain outside the fortress, shadowy figures gradually appeared, intertwined with the falling snow, filled with a chilling atmosphere.

"Sixth Commandment: Fight together, fight quickly!"

【intrusion】!

[Infestation: Quinn fights alongside her partner, Valor, the high-mobility falcon.

Valor will periodically mark enemies as vulnerable for a certain period of time, and Quinn's first basic attack on the vulnerable target will deal additional physical damage. 】

Golden rays of light bloomed in Quinn's eyes, like the pupils of an eagle, firmly locking on the camouflage scout that was integrated with the environment, and the pale golden aperture spread out into the void.

Quinn got up and dashed forward quickly, raising his left hand as he approached the camp.

The silver-white repeating crossbow pointed at the camouflage scout.

hum!

A subtle sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a black crossbow arrow crossed the snow and plunged straight into the head of the camouflage scout.

Green blood spattered, soaking through the hidden figure, and immediately fell to the ground without making a sound.

With his right hand supporting the ground, Quinn rolled forward, and then, the second and third crossbow bolts penetrated the chests of the lizardmen soldiers around the bonfire.

The remaining lizardmen and gnoll soldiers reacted quickly and wanted to shout loudly, but they didn't want to. Not far behind them, the soldiers of the main ship scout team appeared.

The blowing dart exploded, reaping life like a god of death, cold and ruthless.

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