The dawn before dawn opened the door to the night, and the snow fell still, falling into the Aronthor hills with silver-gray light.

After the night ended, a strong smell of rust filled this hilly area, attracting many jackdaws with wings. They hovered in the air and did not dare to land on the ground for a long time.

The tragic atmosphere left after the battle made these cautious little guys give up their preferences. They were waiting patiently, waiting for the right time to enjoy fresh meat.

Da da! Da da! Da da! Da da!

The sound of horse hooves like a sudden rain sounded, alarming a piece of jackdaw. Three cavalrymen in black armor hurried past here, and the sticky blood stained the snow red.

After crossing the slope, the vision behind him suddenly became clear. There was a cavalry team resting in place, with a burly figure standing silently at the front, and the falling wind and snow did not touch it.

Hearing the rapid sound of horse hooves, Dryus looked up at the scout team returning to face. His heavy face was slightly moved, and finally he was silent. Only the deep eyes were getting deeper and deeper, as if a layer of blood covered the black pupils.

The three scouts directly crossed Dryus' figure and entered the cavalry formation. Immediately someone stepped forward to pull the reins and helped the scout dismount. When his palms gently stroked the armor, thick blood stains soaked his five fingers.

"Two quarters of a break!"

Dryus's low voice spread throughout the cavalry behind him, calmly but extremely excited, as if awakening the desire for war in the Noxus people.

As the order was issued, whether it was the returned scouts or the Noxus Empire cavalry who had been ready to go, they took out the reserved water and bacon from their packages, swallowed them raw, replenishing the energy consumption of the body at low temperatures.

At the height of the earth slope, Modrian was also chewing food, but his eyes were still looking at the Noxus cavalry team in front of him, as if something touched his heart.

The battle last night was no longer the bandits and wolf thieves I had encountered, but the real ace cavalry legion. Until dawn came, the scouts who were rushing back and forth brought the forefront with their blood and lives.

Modrian roughly remembered the number of people going out and returning. Nearly 50 cavalrymen in the Noxus Empire were killed, and nearly half of the soldiers of the Choi Farley Army, as the scout captain, were injured. (In a temporary mission, the system does not provide combat damage statistics.)

It was their casualties and sacrifices that did not have any scouts of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion going deep into the Aronthur Hills and discovering the number and specific location of the hidden Noxus cavalry.

“Is this Noxus?”

"Yes, this is Noxus." Moodian said with a voice that blocked the huge figure of snowflakes, his ugly and terrifying face full of pride.

Sain looked at Drayus standing not far away. In his limited time to recover his true self, he knew that Drayus was another war hero in the Noxus Empire since him, and even his status was far above him.

After becoming the Living Dead, Sain has taken a very disregard for the conspiracy of the Noxus Empire. He was once a war hero of the Noxus Empire. He was not a fool. He also knew about the bad situation in the Noxus Empire at that time.

So he respects Drayus very much and is willing to be led by this new symbol of power of the Noxus Empire.

"Noxus!"

Modrian stood up and looked at the Noxus cavalry team in sight. The scarlet background double-edged axe flag was raised high and fluttered in the cold winter wind.

If you are vengeful, you will never return. This is Noxus!

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Dong!

Baron Emosen fell from the Chain Armored War Horse and fell to the snow. His feminine face was covered with pale expressions, and his sideburns were wet with fine cold sweat.

"My intelligence is my fault, Miss Angela. After this war, I will go to the castle of Lanvasur to receive punishment."

"But please give me a chance to atone for sins. I will use my life to safeguard the glory of the Jeffrey family!" Baron Emosen's mind was buried deep in the snow, and his eyes were irrepressible killing. Modrian Perris, I will definitely make you kneel in front of me and try the taste of failure.

Just now, the statistics officers of the army had already obtained detailed results of the scout battle last night.

98 knight servants were killed, and 37 Iron Thorn Cavalry were killed!

It seems that there is not much damage, but you should know that in the scout battle last night, the Great Knight of Queller led 100 Iron Thorn Cavalry and 200 Knight servants to Aaronse Hills.

According to the comparison results, it can be said that there are heavy losses.

And most importantly, with such cavalry loss, the scouts failed and no important information was obtained from the enemy.

Thorn!

The silver-white rafted the air and rolled up a gust of wind and snow, with a hint of scarlet and dyed the snow red.

"Hmm!" Baron Emosen groaned, and a severe pain came from his left ear. He gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to move at all.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he found a piece of broken flesh and blood on the snow not far away, shaped like an ear. He knew that it was his left ear.

"This is a small punishment. I don't know why you, as the intelligence chief of Edalas City, have such a major intelligence error. I hope you can explain it clearly in the Castle of Lanvasur." Viscount Lloyd's eyes were cold. This loss was the greatest loss of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion in small-scale wars in recent years.

"I want to see who dares to stop the advance of the Iron Thorn Cavalry Legion."

Viscount Lloyd looked at the dark green cavalry gathered around him, and his cold face showed a biting murderous intent.

"Iron Thorns, the whole army sets off!"

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Aaronser Hill, located between Rafag City and Irvingdale, welcomed two iron-blooded cavalry teams today when the snow fell.

Perhaps more than that, after dawn came, there were many sentry detectives hidden in the complex terrain of Aronthur Hills. They moved forward carefully, then leaned down in the snow and hid their bodies.

These are elite whistle detectives from the top nobles in the north of the kingdom, in order to obtain the war news here as soon as possible.

The sentry lurking in the snow watched as the two cavalry teams met on a hill with a low slope.

Among them, the cavalry team at the top of the hill was erected with a bright red background, and the double-edged axe was engraved on it. Looking closely, it looked like a skull. This was an elite cavalry that was not within their scope of knowledge. According to information, it is likely to belong to the second son of the Perris family.

The cavalry at the bottom of the slope are the ace cavalry legion of the Jeffrey family - the Iron Thorn Cavalry, the dark green armor and the thorn flag, which dazzlingly siddled with the eyes of the whistleblower.

As the first ray of morning light fell, the falling snowflakes became more and more urgent, turning into heavy snow.

The war begins!
Chapter completed!