Gnolls are wild orc races. In their cognition, they can only kill and fill their stomachs. Therefore, they will attack remote areas and border settlements of civilized world without any warning, and then slaughter prey and then devour their flesh and blood.

Compared with other orc races, the danger of the werewolves is the randomness of their attacks. They appear from the wild plains, plunder and kill them and move to other places. They attack like locust plagues and loot the settlements, leaving only the flattened buildings, gnawed corpses, and contaminated land.

Gnolls rarely build permanent buildings or anything with lasting value, except cultural limitations, most importantly their exposed wildness, so that they do not create weapons or armor, but instead obtain such items from fallen prey corpses, and even string each other's ears, teeth, scalp and other wreckage as souvenirs and add them to their own pieced-up armor.

Until in the war thousands of years ago, they were defeated and enslaved by the Kingdom of Beshirik, the Kingdom of Lizardmen.

Faced with lizard men who are stronger, more bloodthirsty, smarter, and have their own civilization, the gnolls are forced to become vassal races of lizard men. After thousands of years of baptism, they have naturally recognized their vassal status, and many gnolls are proud of them.

Now, in the war invading the Kingdom of Stoke, the Cork tribe of Beshilik should have released a gang of wolves full of wild killings, allowing them to massacre and devour in the province of Blackwood.

Since the capture of the town of Dela, countless massacres have been staged in the land of the Blackwood Province. A large number of villages and towns have been captured and burned by the wolves. The bloody scenes are disgusting, but they are inexplicably excited.

The countless human civilians surrounded by the road built by the Stoke Kingdom flocked to the surrounding strong cities, but the already backward Heimu Province did not have enough cities to accommodate the many civilians who fled.

More and more civilians have to travel long distances after they are not sheltered and flee as much as possible to the nearby Yinsong Provinces and Moricho Provinces.

The followers of the rogue soldiers continued their killing journey, with the overflowing blood spreading on the road, dyeing large areas of plains and hills red.

Chaos came completely, and the darkness of human nature was no longer suppressed, and the wild selves of the werewolf attacked the fleeing human civilians.

The sound of sad pain and torn curse drifted over the Black Wood Province with the spring breeze. The hanging red sun could not bear to look at the cruel scene, covered with clouds and covered the light, which seemed to provide some convenience for the fleeing human civilians.

Long!

The gray sky covered the Fortress of Forsbailo, and deep clouds mixed with lightning, and occasionally a trace of lightning flashed, illuminating the bloated fortress and countless civilians gathered under the city walls.

At this moment, the brightly lit guardhouse was shrouded in a cold and quiet atmosphere, as if heavy air was pressing against Oppa's shoulder. He turned to look inside the house, and the shadows on the walls were a little hunched and old.

"Today, another group of nobles met me and persuaded us to open the city gates as much as possible so that the civilians under the fortress walls could enter the fortress." Oppa looked up at the exquisite magic lamp, the crystal material was hollowed out with gorgeous patterns, but it could not hide the sorrow in the tired eyes.

"I rejected them, and then I was hated with a cold-blooded hat, saying that I went to the royal capital to sue me regardless of the laws of the kingdom and the lives of the common people."

"Haha, I think too! Fortress Fortress Fosbaylo has reached the upper limit of carrying capacity. If you release people in, the fortress will completely lose balance and even eventually be defeated without confrontation and be slaughtered."

The cold and turbid tears flowed silently along the face. Oppa was exhausted. In just a few days, wrinkles crawled over his face and his eyes were extremely thick.

Whenever night came, he couldn't fall asleep, and the scenes that appeared in his mind made him unable to sleep or eat.

The innocent civilians gathered under the city walls were being shot and killed by the lizard soldiers wandering around the periphery, and their sad howls, numb eyes, and bright red blood torture his soul.

But he had no choice but to attack, nor did he dare to open the fortress gate. Not far away, the 20,000 Lizardman Legion soldiers stationed by the Corkel tribe were watching the movements of Fortress Fortress, which was watching from afar.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!! What the hell is the Kingdom Military Office saying? Is there any rescue?" Oppa looked at the same tired force in front of him and begged, hoping that a miracle would happen.

"I can't contact you. I have asked the legion mage to send magic messages continuously every day, but the capital has no response." Earl Nikita stroked his forehead and said hoarsely.

"Maybe, it is highly likely that the king capital will reject our magical messaging!"

"Ha ha!!!"

"Ha ha!!!"

"Ha ha!!!"

Oppa, the administrator of the Kuromu Province, laughed loudly, his old body trembled slightly, and blood and tears spread from his wrinkled face, dyeing his collar red.

"What does His Majesty Guy want to do? What does he want to do? The Kuroki Province has millions of civilians and soldiers. What is this to do."

"Persevere! Persist!!" Earl Nikita seemed to be murmuring to himself, comforting himself, but both of them knew very well about the internal situation of Forsbailo Fortress.

Too many civilians flocked to the fortress, and it was impossible for the crowded civilians under the city wall to ignore them.

If there is no support, the fortress may really not be able to hold on, because the reserved food can only last for one month and there is no support within one month, so waiting for them will be......

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Silversong Province is close to the towering slopes of Edalas City, from which you can see the blurred steep peaks and majestic city in the distance.

Da da! Da da da!

The sound of horse hooves was loud, and a group of Noxus Empire cavalry in black armor quickly approached the earth slope. When crossing the corner of the road, they tightened the reins and dismounted and ran to the height of the earth slope.

I saw a short rider sitting boredly on the back of the dragon lizard, with a silver-gray battle axe slanted around his waist, his armor, and his sturdy clothes draped on the surface, but none of these could conceal the crazy look that surged out of the only intact eyeball.

After hearing the sound of horse hooves, Krey stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Sgar's green head, immediately stood up, turned to look at the Noxus Empire Cavalry who was walking quickly.

"Sir Kelie, a large number of refugees are pouring into the western part of Yinsong Province, with a large number of people, and are moving towards the surrounding cities."

Krei pulled out the silver-gray battle axe from his waist, signaled Sgar who was standing below to step forward, and then used the battle axe to hit the helmet of the Noxus Empire cavalry. "Hey, listen, call me Sergeant General!"

"Okay, Sergeant General!" All the Noxus soldiers heard of Krey's impermanent personality, so the Noxus Empire cavalry changed their words decisively.

"Report the situation again!" Krei said, shaking his body, his only intact left eye squinted slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Sergeant General, a large number of refugees poured into the western part of Yinsong Province, with a large number of people moving towards the surrounding cities." The Noxus Empire Cavalry retelled.

"Well, the Kuroki Province seems to be defeated in this way. Will it be a gnoll or a lizardman??" Krey murmured alone.

"Shadowman, Shadowman comes out for me!"

As if he heard a shout, a shadow appeared on the earth slope, and then a shadow in close-fitting leather armor stepped out of the shadow.

"I've seen Sergeant General!"

"Hehe, it's still good to be a subordinate of Jie." Krei grinned, his sharp teeth shining in the sun, and the silver-gray battle axe danced, causing a breeze.

"Notify me Crane and send me 10 war stonemasons, no, give me 20 war stonemasons!"

"Kerey wants to do a big vote, so that my reputation as a sergeant general will be resounding throughout the continent!"
Chapter completed!