League of Legends Invades Another World

The border of Blackwood Province, the barren plains.

The once sparsely populated atmosphere disappeared with the brutal war, leaving only depression and desolation.

Looking from a distance, the icy cold wind whistled, like waves of water, slowly blowing across the withered yellow grass all over the plain.

Other than that, nothing else exists.

No, not right!

Something unseen remains.

It is the trace of the end of the brutal war, the countless broken flesh and blood corpses watered the hard ground, the faint smell of blood fills the air, and...

Swift scout Teemo and the members of his main ship scout team, carefully buried mushroom bombs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sudden loud explosion broke the dead silence, and the aftermath of the energy was like a raging flood raging through the yellow grass, breaking the whistling cold wind, and rolling up countless grass clippings and soil.

The next moment!

The painful whine of the gnoll echoed in the sky, and the eye-catching viscous flesh mixed with broken bones covered the rolled ground.

"Damn, why are there so many magic traps, aren't those human soldiers afraid to step on them?" The lizardman scout captain looked at the scene of the tragic explosion not far away, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the depths of his eyes showed Frightened and frightened.

The destructive power of the magic trap is far beyond their imagination, and it is completely beyond their ability to resist, and even the overflowing energy aftermath makes them feel terrified.

The dozen or so strong lizardmen scouts who were crawling on the ground behind them couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Compared with the scout captains who had been promoted to extraordinary, their appearance was even more unbearable. The deadly threat of death buried deep in their souls, and their strong bodies trembled.

Seemingly unable to bear the invisible atmosphere of fear, a lizardman scout said angrily, "Why don't you arrange for the priests to use magic to clear these traps, but let us build a safe path with our lives?"

The magic traps in the Coker jungle are completely similar to the magic traps encountered now. They are like beautiful mushrooms growing in the wilderness, deadly and dangerous.

Many lizardmen scouts recalled the sad scenes they had experienced, the icy jungle buried countless companions, and they were extremely grateful that they had walked through that hellish road alive.

"Us?" The lizardman scout captain lowered his gray-white eyelids and glanced at the center of the magic trap, which was full of gnoll bones.

"This is the time to test us. The great god of lizardmen is watching the battlefield. For the final victory, we will sacrifice our lives firmly." The captain of the lizardmen scout was crawling on the ground and praised in a melodious voice.

Of course, it will not tell the subordinates behind it, there are some small magic traps, even the priests cannot rely on spells and divine arts to warn in advance.

Therefore, in the bitter and cold Kokel jungle, many priests stepped on the colorful mushroom traps and returned to the glorious embrace of our Lord.

Rumors, just rumors.

In the scout war in the Kerkel jungle, many temple priests who entered the legendary path fell, causing the anger of the gods, and a crimson vision was born.

In the face of such a heavy loss, the Shrine of the Lizardmen, who held the right to speak in the Kingdom of Bethlik, had to make a 'difficult' decision.

The lizardman scout leader still remembered clearly the indifferent attitude and the unusually relaxed expression when the temple messenger read the oracle.

The lowly gnoll has never been a recognized companion of the lizardmen, and perhaps the term slave is more appropriate.

This is also the hidden thought of most lizardmen.

Of course, in this war, gnoll soldiers are definitely their companions.

It was these gnoll soldiers who paved the way to the Blackwood Province with their fresh lives.

When the aftermath of the magic trap's energy dissipated, the lizardmen scouts got up one after another and began to scout forward.

The stench filled the air, and the corpses and sticky flesh deeply stimulated their senses.

Although the lizardmen scouts regard the gnoll soldiers as slaves, the death of such a mass of death makes them feel sad.

Da da! Da da! Da da!

The sudden and crisp sound of horse hooves shook the grass, awakening the distracted lizardman scouts.

They looked into the distance and saw the human cavalry lingering, observing the situation here, and the dark armor with deep memory.

"It's the Valoran scout, be careful!"

The lizardman scout leader exclaimed, reminding the lizardman scouts behind him.

After a short while, they each held a weapon and quickly dispersed on the plain ground, ready to meet the enemy.

But unexpectedly, those Valoran scouts were just observing the situation here, and they didn't seem to have any desire to attack.

After looking around, the lizardman scout captain found that not only here, but also Valoran scouts in other places. They patrolled from a distance, and someone took out the parchment and recorded something silently.

"Send a letter to the priest behind us, we encountered a scout led by Valoran, whether to intercept it." The captain of the lizardman scout was silent for a while, looking at the ground covered with flesh and bones, his expression was extremely solemn.

The existence of magic traps is a distance that they cannot cross, and now this problem should be left to the lizardman priest sitting behind him.

As for the function of the gnoll soldiers, it was all in vain. Before they could cross the trap, those human scouts would leave quickly.

The waiting time was a bit long, but in the end it was the order from the rear.

"Ignore the human scouts and solve the magic traps buried in the plains as soon as possible."

The captain of the lizardman scout smashed the animal skin, and his ugly face was a little gloomy. He could see the meaning of the priest, and if necessary, even the lizardman scouts could sacrifice.

"Captain? What should we do now?" a lizardman scout asked aloud.

Hearing this, the lizardman scout captain turned his head and saw the gnoll soldiers being groomed. He said ruthlessly, "What can I do? What else can I do, let those gnolls set off immediately, and they must advance to the designated place before tonight."

"Yes!" Many lizardmen scouts felt the captain's angry tone, and hurriedly bowed their heads and left to urge the gnoll soldiers in a sad atmosphere.

After thousands of years, the lizardmen have absorbed foreign knowledge, coupled with the guidance of gods, formed their own unique savage civilization, and established their own kingdom, but they have no reason to help those lowly gnolls.

In the kingdom of Bethlik, the gnolls used a small part of the civilization of the lizardmen, and lived a life of drinking blood and fur, and their animal nature was far greater than human nature.

This is exactly what the Lizardmen want to see!

Even Yenogu Fang, the god of the gnoll belief, can only choose to protect some talented gnolls in the face of such a situation.

The death-defying action began again. The gnoll soldiers were driven by the lizardmen scouts and rushed towards the plain, and for a while, countless breaths of life quickly dissipated.

"Is this war worth the effort and sacrifice!?"

Darius stood silently in the wide and sturdy city wall, and there were scouts beside him who kept reporting the route of the Beshilik Kingdom. He swept over all the letters and parchments, and frowned slightly.

The sacrifice of the Bethlik Kingdom was somewhat beyond his imagination, but through the information, he knew how much the Bethlik Kingdom and the Lizardman Temple attached great importance to this war.

"Go and inform Kled that he will come to see me."

"Yes, General!" Upon hearing the order, the Trifali Legionnaire quickly left.

Gregory and Vossman had already set off two days ago, respectively leading a thousand cavalry regiment to patrol and purge along the northwest defense line.

It can be seen from the attitude of Darius - Noxus will not be passive defense.

After more than ten seconds, the surging life energy appeared in Darius' perception, and then Kled directly drove Sgar to the city wall, smashing the stone corners of the stairs.

"Hey, General Darius, what are your orders!" Kled said carelessly, as if he had foreseen that something would happen, and his tone was full of uncontrollable excitement.

"The vanguard of the kingdom of Bethlik is about to arrive at the fortress, and I hope they will have a 'deep' understanding of the fortress of Forsbyro."

Darius stood there, looking to the west, without looking at Kled, he knew very well in his heart that the violent yordle was far from being as simple as the appearance.

Speaking of which, this guy's military history is much farther away than him. When the empire was still in its infancy, there were records of the relevant deeds of the yordles.

Kled opened his mouth and laughed silently. Although Darius' tone was rough, he could still hear the strong bloody aura.

"The First Army's high-ranking lieutenant general, Kled Pioneer, obey the general's orders!"