League of Legends Invades Another World

It's getting dark, and the night is over.

In the dark and quiet Kokel jungle, the raging cold wind kept attacking the advancing gnoll scouts and lizardmen scouts.

In the savage lizardmen civilization, delicate handicrafts are very lacking.

They do not possess the craftsmanship of mass-producing cold-resistant clothing, relying only on hunted beast furs, harvested trophies, rough armor and strong physiques to withstand the bone-piercing cold.

The only few skilled craftsmen are basically serving the priests and the royal family.

For the above reasons, the kingdom of Bethlik rarely plunders and provokes wars around winter.

But this time, for some unknown reason, the lizardmen temple passed down an oracle and launched a nationwide war mobilization, sending a large number of gnoll scouts and lizardmen scouts to cross the icy jungle and head towards Valoran territory on foot.

Fortunately, they can become scouts. They are the leaders and warriors in the tribe, with good physique or powerful extraordinary abilities.

In the silent icy and snowy jungle, the withered woods are densely covered, like strange spider webs, intertwined to capture the prey that has fallen into the trap.

"These damned human scouts, why are they burying so many traps, aren't they afraid of accidentally hurting their own people?"

A thin lizardman scout was crawling in the snow, carefully looking at the rough traps buried in the snow in front of him, preparing to dismantle it.

Being an excellent scout requires not only strong strength and keen observation, but also the ability to master traps.

The latter is more important in the jungle.

"Be quiet, Job."

The strong lizardman not far away reprimanded, and looked nervously at the small trap in front of him, the icy cold wind blew, and the ugly dark green face shed fine sweat in vain.

"Okay, Captain Morley."

Job quieted down quickly, focusing on the trap in front of him.

Simple dialogue, but it can be seen that Mori has an unusual position and influence in this Lizardman team.

It is true that Mori is a lizardman scout who has set foot on the path of transcendence.

Compared with human professionals, lizardmen are born with advantages in strength and physique. Especially after stepping into the supernatural, the racial talents of the lizardmen have not been weakened, but have been strengthened.

Unless they are promoted to high-level professionals, human professionals are inherently weaker when facing the extraordinaryness of the lizardmen.

Mori, or rather the scout team that was present in this snowy area, were elite scouts active in the northern part of the Kingdom of Bethlik. They had fought against the legion scouts of the Aranfaloh Empire in the Palauther Hills and survived.

This time, it was dispatched by the Temple of the Lizardmen and trekked to the Kokel Jungle.

Of course, they clearly knew the outcome of the war in the Great Plains of Shatar, and they also understood the power of the Valoran Territory, so they were extremely cautious and vigilant.

"Captain, this trap is a bit complicated, it's more complicated than before." Job's voice sounded abruptly, causing Molly to sweat.

"Damn Job, didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

"Sorry, Captain, my trap has been dismantled..."

Job said with a slight grievance, but his dark green face did not show the slightest grievance, but his eyes focused on the small trap in front of Morley.

"Hmm.... this seems a little different, not like a trap set up by a human scout."

"It's the gnomes (yordles)!"

Hearing this, Morley suddenly stopped his hands that were reaching for the trap, turned his head to look at Jobe behind him, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

Thinking of the terrifying fighting power of those dwarf scouts, he looked slightly solemn, and quietly turned his gray pupils to look at the dark environment around him.

The main ship scout team is the most important combat force for the Valoran leader to have an advantage in the Coker jungle.

In addition to their terrifying combat prowess, the ingenious traps laid by them brought countless bloody lessons to the lizardmen scouts.

"Sure!" Job's tone was very certain. Among the traps he dismantled, there were similar small and delicate traps.

Molly crawls on the snow, moves back slightly, then stands up and pats Jobe on the shoulder: "It's up to you, little guy."

Although Mori's strength is the strongest in the lizardman scout team, he admits that he is not as good as Job in terms of trapping ability.

"Okay, Captain."

Job nodded solemnly, lying on the snow, slowly moved to the vicinity of the trap.

Snow and eroded leaves mix, and tiny traps hide the edges of tree roots. If someone steps on the nearby snow, or the roots of a tree crisscrossing each other, the deeply buried trap will be detonated.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

The subtle movement echoed in his ears, Jobe's face did not change color, he gently swept away the turbid snow particles, cleaned up the rotten leaves, and turned over the muddy ground.

The surrounding lizardmen scouts took a few steps back, staring with bated breath, their hearts pounding.

During this period of dark confrontation, they deeply realized that the amazing strength of those dwarf scouts was far beyond what they could compare.

Click!

Job took out a slender blade and pried open the mushroom-like metal casing along the crevice of the trap.

It stared at the structure inside the trap, a....square-shaped mechanical board with a transparent red crystal embedded in the center, which was constantly flashing.

The crimson light was reflected in Jobe's pupils, and an inexplicable danger suddenly spread from the depths of his soul to his mind, making the pale eyes instantly full of bloodshots.

"run........."

Boom!

In an instant, a huge roar resounded through the sky, covering Job's voice, and a touch of dark green magic energy spurted out of the small trap, directly engulfing the thin body of the lizardman scout.

Then the dark green magical energy expanded and exploded sharply, oppressing the surrounding cold air pressure, turning into layers of green air waves, impacting in all directions, setting off rotting leaves and muddy dust, and countless crystal snowflakes fell from the canopy.

There was no time to react at all, including Mori, all the lizardmen scouts around were caught in the green waves, unable to extricate themselves.

Clang!

In the dark jungle, a sharp cold light appeared like the moonlight.

Armed with swords and axes, the Noxian scouts rushed out from behind the trees and slaughtered indifferently at the chaotic lizardmen scouts.

The sword rose and the axe fell, and the viscous blood spilled on the white snow, rendering a cruel picture.

"Roar!"

Mori, who was wearing heavy armor, let out a howl of anger and despair, and the majestic life energy poured out of his tall body, which was attached to the surface of the scaled skin.

From the explosion of the trap to the raid of the Noxus scouts, in just a few seconds, the elite scout team it led had lost more than half of it.

Anger overwhelmed his head, Morley raised his hideous mace, looked at the Noxus Ten Commander who was killing him, opened his bloodthirsty eyes, and walked quickly.

The only three lizardmen scouts left behind raised their heads, screamed shrill howls, and launched an attack with the same fearlessness.

boom!

The axe and the mace clashed, and several sparks burst out, embellishing the dark environment.

In the face of Molly's fierce attack, the Noxian Ten Commander was a little caught off guard. The power of the extraordinary lizardmen was beyond expectations, but this was also the moment when he challenged the limit.

The sharp axe flew, and the Noxus Ten Commander burst out with all his strength very decisively, his excited eyes staring at the neck of the lizardman scout, as if he was expecting something.

Unfortunately, the racial innate abilities possessed by the lizardmen cannot completely erase the gap through personal skills.

puff!

Bright red blood bloomed, and the Ten Commander of Noxus couldn't bear the tremendous force. He took a few steps back. The jaws of his hands were cracked, and the black axe that he couldn't hold was embedded in the snow under his feet.

Taking this opportunity, Mori jumped up, his thick arms wrapped around the neck of the Noxus Ten Commander like a python, and his life energy burst out, directly crushing the sturdy standard helmet, revealing a middle-aged man with a blushing face. man face.

"goodbye!"

The ferocious mace was raised high, and Mori aimed at the head of the enemy in front of him, ready to swing it down.

【Blind Blowing Arrow】!

The branches of the canopy above his head swayed, and the members of the scout team of the main ship were exposed, and a green sharp cold light flashed from the mouth of the quiver in his hand, which accurately hit Mori's head.

Bang!

As soon as the members of the main ship scout team landed, they immediately jumped high, took advantage of the situation and pulled out the scimitar hanging from the waist, and wiped the enemy's throat with lightning speed.

Thin green silk threads ran along the gaps in the scales, Morley's raised arms fell weakly, and the mace fell to the snow.

puff!

The thick, stench of blood dripped like a shower, pouring down the Noxian Ten Commander's face, drawing his attention back.

Noxians don't fear death, but that doesn't mean they yearn for it.

"End the battle as soon as possible, and we have to move on." The members of the main ship scout team whispered, and the small size broke out fatal injuries in the just short confrontation.

Turning his head, he looked at the broken body near the trap with a pity on his face. He had a very good scout talent, and in time, he could become a top scout.

The Noxian Ten Commander nodded lightly, regrouped, followed in the footsteps of the members of the scout team on the main ship, and dived into the darkening jungle.

Gloomy night, bright stars.

Looking at the vast Kokel jungle at this time, the brutal battle that took place here is only a microcosm of a small war.

Since Teemo gave the order, the Noxian scouts and the main ship scouts were like torrents in the darkness, and they fought back against the wave of scouts that spread to the Kingdom of Bethlik.

The gnolls and lizardmen who pursue killing will not sit still, they follow their hearts and decisively launch a never-ending attack.

The dark armor and the dark green body were crazily intertwined and destroyed in this icy jungle, and countless crimson blood infected the snow-white world.

Compared to the silence of Noxians and yordles.

The howls of the gnolls and the roars of the lizardmen come together to play a savage offensive rhapsody, breaking the silent jungle environment.

They trample the snow, destroy trees, and look for their enemies.

Death began to come frequently.

Valoran Territory and the Kingdom of Bethlik invested more and more scouts to meet the battles under the snowy nights again and again.

Soon, the kingdom of Bethlik fell into the slump of war.

Numerous gnoll scouts and lizardmen scouts left behind young lives, covered with bright red snow, and Valoran Territory paid a lot for it.

However, the two sides did not choose to stop, but intensified, leaving countless traces of battle in this pale Coker jungle.

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The night is getting darker, and the stars in the sky are falling down a little bit of blue light.

Teemo stood quietly on a small hill, looking out at the blood-stained Coker jungle.

, with the broken corpses of lizards and gnolls piled up at their feet.

The dark jungle in front of you is like a slaughter mill that keeps throwing in its prey, consuming countless fresh lives alive.

This is war, the brutal slaughterhouse of death.

It will never be changed by personal will, nor will it end in endless death. No matter how great a hero is, he cannot change the tide of battle alone.

The figures behind Teemo kept flickering, or Noxus scouts, or shadow streamers, or the main ship scouts, they whispered and brought the latest intelligence information of the bloody war.

The loss of scouts in Valoran, the key attack directions of the gnoll scouts and the lizardmen scouts, and the most important thing - the number of legions in the Kingdom of Bethlik.

"Are they crazy? They actually weakened the defense of the Alan Faluo Empire and dispatched many northern lizardmen tribes to the Kokel jungle?"

Teemo's expression was unusually solemn, and thoughts kept popping up in his heart.

The relationship between the Kingdom of Bethlik and the Empire of Aranfaloh can be described as quite tense, and the scenes of the war in the Palauther Hills are still vivid in my mind.

But why did the Kingdom of Bethlik dispatch the northern lizardmen tribe this time? Did you reach an unknown agreement with the Alan Faluo Empire?

Comprehensive news brought back by the main ship scout team that broke through the blockade---

The number of legionnaires mobilized by the Beshilik Kingdom this time exceeded 100,000, and the flags were flying all over the mountains and fields.

Among them are the totem banners of many northern tribes, as well as a large number of gnoll clans.

This is only a preliminary estimate, and it will take some time to determine the actual number of soldiers in the Kingdom of Beshilik.

Boom!

Surging magical energy suddenly appeared in the night sky, and a huge green beam of light rose into the sky, attracting Teemo's attention.

"The Lizardman Priest!"

Every Lizardman priest is a wise man born in the Lizardman tribe.

They are favored by the Lizardman God, become god-given leaders, and have a good talent for magic, able to harmonize with the energies of nature.

In the jungle area, the [Intermediate Spell: Perspective] mastered by the lizardman priests can perfectly detect the hidden figures of the scouts, and then direct the guards beside them to give the scouts a fatal blow.

This is the advantage of legal professionals, far more troublesome and annoying than the gnoll heavy armored warriors and camouflage scouts.

Teemo looked at the movement of the spell in the distance. Although it disappeared quickly, he still sensed the breath of the main ship scout team.

This should have been an accidental encounter between the main ship scout team and the team led by the Lizardman priest, and a fierce battle broke out immediately.

As for the final victory?

He didn't think his main ship scout team would lose.

Remember, never underestimate the power of scout discipline.

"Huh? What does this mean? The breath of legend." Teemo looked at the distant jungle, contempt flashing on his beige face.

"After all, you can't help but lose, do you forcibly intervene?"

In his perception, there was a secret legendary aura in the direction of Beshilik Kingdom, escaping into the dark jungle, slowly approaching the flesh and blood mills on both sides.

"Victory belongs to Valoran Territory!"

Teemo waved his hand and took the lead in escaping into the shadows of the night. There was a dim electric light and a dark green shadow behind him. He followed quietly and disappeared at the same time.

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Remarks: The yordle is about the same height as a dwarf, and it is easy to be mistaken for a dwarf or a dwarf if the kingdom of Bethlik does not know the race.