In the starry night, the bright red blood stains the snow-white world, and the war horses slumped to the ground will occasionally make sad whine.

The figure wearing black armor walked in this battlefield that had just ended with the help of the reflected starlight. The gun in his hand was completely unwilling to worry about the life and death of the enemy, and pierced the head one by one, mixing the sprayed blood and white brain matter.

"Sir Gregory, the enemy has been cleaned up and there is no omission." A Noxus Empire cavalry came forward to report.

Looking back at the bleak battlefield, Gregory's cold eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, and he shook off the fine blood and flesh stained on the black cavalry, and said coldly: "Send someone to inform General Dryus that he has entered the alert range of the enemy scout!"

"The rest, keep moving forward!"

The dull sound of horse hooves sounded, stepping on the backlog of snow left a trace all the way, and the falling snow danced, and in a short while, there was no trace.

Ten miles behind, Dryus led the Noxus team to advance in the wind and snow. After receiving the message from Gregory, he waved his hand to signal the team to stop.

In the bitter snowy weather, Dryus frowned slightly and thought, which was different from the original plan. However, as a general of the Noxus Empire, he was not surprised by this and should never underestimate the enemy. This is a profound lesson he learned when fighting against Freljord.

"Worthman!"

A heavy armored knight behind him, wearing three dents printed on him, rode forward, pointed his right rifle diagonally at the snow, and said respectfully: "General!"

"The soldiers of the Choi Falley Legion were divided into 10 squads, each leading 5 Noxus Empire cavalry, and all of them were scattered as scouts." Dryus's eyes, which were like tigers, were flashing with crazy murderous intent, and his cold words were frozen in the wind and snow.

"I don't want to see any enemy before entering Aronther Hill."

"Yes, General!"

However, the 10 scout teams collided with falling snowflakes and quickly disappeared into the snow of the night. Then the stopped team began to move forward.

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The dim bonfire illuminates the silent camp, and occasionally the war horses make short snorkelings, and then return to silence.

It was not until a rapid sound of horse hooves crashed into the camp gate that a trace of chaos was caused. Torches that lit up successively surrounded the camp gate, and a vague inquiry sounded.

Soon, magic lights lit up in the tent in the center of the camp, and the guards who were vigilant hurried to the surrounding tents to convey orders.

Angela lifted the heavy curtain of the tent and accidentally found that there were many people sitting inside, gently shaking off the snowflakes on the magic robe. She stepped on the reserved left position, smiled at the middle-aged man in the main position and said, "Uncle Lloyd!"

Lloyd Rupert Jeffrey, Viscount of the Kingdom, possesses the strength of the Great Knight, deputy commander of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion, a real power figure of the Geoffrey family, and is now the nominal commander of this team.

Regarding Angela's greetings, Viscount Lloyd nodded slightly, and he knew very well that the expedition of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion was just to add some beautiful qualifications to Angela.

Because Angela is not only the eldest daughter of the Geoffrey family, but also has the most outstanding mage talent in the Jeffrey family in the past century. Before the Glorious Day, she successfully broke through to become a formal mage, attracting the attention of many great mages in the Violet Mage Tower.

Perhaps the Jeffrey family will welcome another female grandfather!

With a slightly patrolling the tent, Viscount Lloyd said in a deep voice: "The scout reported that he had encountered an enemy near the hills of Aaronse and was severely damaged. Four teams of reorganized scouts have been sacrificed."

"Black armor, with face armor, red war horse! The enemy seems to be somewhat similar to the information provided by Emosen."

Viscount Lloyd turned his head and looked at Baron Emosen, who was sitting at the bottom of his right hand. His tone had an unconcealed murderous intent. Do you dare to launch a scout battle with less than a hundred cavalry?

Swallowing subconsciously, Baron Emosen's brain was spinning wildly. Could it be that he was really Modrian's subordinate? How dare he be so bold and crazy?

"Mr. Lloyd, can you confirm how many scouts there are on the other side? Is it possible that Modrian wants to take a gamble before he perishes?"

"Uncertain number!" Viscount Lloyd looked at Emmosen coldly, and then said to Angela: "The battle ahead is very fierce. Should we continue to send scouts?"

"Uncle Lloyd, you are the commander, don't care about my existence."

The crisp sound dispelled the depressing atmosphere in the tent, and an interesting light flashed in Angela's emerald eyes.

With his eyes slightly closed, Viscount Lloyd turned his head and stopped looking at Angela. He stretched out his right hand and pointed it on the military sand map in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "From the scout's intelligence and combat range, the enemy's intentions may have two points. First, he will throw crazy and gradually erode our strength in guerrilla ways. It is unlikely."

"Second, the other party seems to want to force us to fight in Aaronse Hills, and it is a very favorable option for them if the enemy is the second son of the Perris."

"Ha, choosing complex terrain to fight with the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion is a good idea, the enemy's commander seems interesting." Viscount Lloyd said with a smile, and then his smile gradually disappeared until it became cold.

"But we have to see if we agree or not!"

"Queller, send out all the Iron Thorn Cavalry under your command and scatter as scouts. I need to know the specific situation of Aronthur Hills as soon as possible, and even I want some prisoners."

"Yes, Lord Lloyd!" The armored knight in the front right side of the tent stood up and saluted, then moved quickly to leave the tent.

I smell the smell of war, what a familiar smell!

Viscount Lloyd's eyes were tightly locked in the terrain sand map in front of him. He was waiting for the news ahead. He thought it was an intriguing war, but now he could finally raise a hint of desire to fight.

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The scattered snowflakes seem to fall from the stars, shining with messy blue, melting into the snow.

The dull sound of horse hooves stomped by, splashing snow silk, and figures passed through the quiet ice and snowy night, with sharp rifles shining with white cold light.

Suddenly, two scout teams met. With the falling starlight, the two stumbled slightly, and then the murderous intent spread out to scatter the snowflakes.

The dark figures and dark green figures were intertwined and destroyed in the snowy night. No one cared about the fallen companions, and only the appearance of the enemy in their eyes. The sticky blood stained the body and weapons.

The silent battle between the scouts was fierce and sad!

Even if they win the final victory, the remaining scouts will not deal with the tragic battlefield because they will go to the next site of investigation.

Death begins to come frequently.

But neither side stopped and continued to send scouts frantically to welcome the battles on snowy nights again and again.
Chapter completed!