In late winter, the weather is cloudy.

The turbid night sky fell on the pale earth.

The bitter cold wind with frost blew across the vast and desolate plains, rolling up the leaves and dust, and was lonely and lonely.

At the edge of the plain, riding on the dim moonlight, lizard-man warriors jumping out of the dense forests could be seen densely packed and pouring into the Stoke Kingdom like ants.

Although the plague that permeates Beshilik Kingdom has been curbed, time has quietly passed.

Winter swept across the kingdom, and the disaster-stricken lizard people urgently needed to supply winter supplies to the tribe, otherwise the severe cold environment would cause serious population losses again.

The Lizardman wave arrived at the Kuroki Province, and the dilapidated Fortress of Forsbayro, was divided into two. The soldiers heading to the Morijo Province accounted for the majority, while the remaining soldiers turned to the Yinsong Province.

It is not to underestimate the power of Yinsong Province, but the strength of Valoran Leader has to be treated with the Lizardman Temple behind it carefully.

The missing temple priest, the Crown of the Crown, and the rumored incident of the death of the gods who are not true or false, are the best proof.

Based on the information collected recently, the Lizardman Temple learned that the Valoran leader had extraordinary military power, so most of the Lizardman soldiers who went to the Silver Song Province were elite, and they were not responsible for robbery, but to prevent the Valoran leader from advancing west as much as possible.

The atmosphere of silence enveloped the lizardman array, and the heavy gasps and noisy footsteps intertwined the melody of war.

North, the shaman of the Coker tribe, led this elite Lizardman legion, which is also the most elite force that the Coker tribe can produce.

In the plague that just passed, the Coker tribe suffered heavy losses. It fell directly from the top tribe of the Beshilik Kingdom and was almost in a slump. Even North's chance to become a temple priest was completely lost, and he became a shaman of the tribe for life.

The night in the north was cold, and the Lizardman Legion marched on the desolate plains and gradually found the edge of Yinsong River Province.

In the middle of the array, North looked at the quiet plain in the hazy night, his old face was extremely solemn.

His spirit moved slightly, and a glimmer shone on his side. He took out an ancient scroll from his arms and carefully read the information he had collected about Valoran's collar.

This is the information collected by the Coker tribe through its own channels, including the defeat of the previous vassal racial zombies.

For some reason, North always felt inexplicable emotions in his heart, and could not tell what was it. Was it brought by Valoran's Colonel?

"Tell me the order to find a place to camp and camp, and in addition, arrange camouflage scouts to reconnaise the front."

"Yes, Lord Priest." The Lizardman guards who were accompanying him separated from two teams and left. The strong steps trampled on the grass and splashed a little bit of soil.

Seeing the Lizardman team leaving, North relaxed a little and continued to look at the contents of the scroll, hoping to find some useful information, but he had read it several times but still couldn't find the key information.

Browse to the end of the scroll, which records the strength of Valoran Lord Modrian, the peak of the Knight (doubted here), and is following the path of a war knight. The halo she masters is suspected to be related to blood.

"Blood...blood...blood..." Nos's eyes flashed with strange light, and different thoughts surged out of his heart. Then he looked up and saw some similar content, which were many followers under Modrian.

"Oracle, blood!"

The vicious look flashed on the old face, and North made up some determination. The plague caused by the Coker tribe and the disappearance of the temple priests made the tribe already in trouble.

You can know one or two of them from the entire elite force of the tribe this time.

The former allies are no longer reliable. In the current Beshilik Kingdom, there are too many tribes coveting this rich land.

Only God’s grace can redeem the Corkel tribe.

North put away the scroll and looked cold: "Survival and inheritance are the most important things for the Coker tribe now." He looked at the camouflage scouts of the lizardman leaving the array in the night, and his heart became stronger and stronger.

Camouflage scouts, the extremely elite army of the Coker tribe, are good at using their own skins to conduct camouflage attacks in different environments, and are the best choice for reconnaissance personnel.

With the hazy night and the dim moonlight, the camouflage scouts who left the team escaped into the desolate plain. As they moved, their skin was also undergoing strange changes. In just a few steps, they were completely integrated into the plain environment, without a trace.

The bitter cold wind swept across the vast plains, the night was deep, and the dull darkness swept across.

As they went deeper, the lizardman's camouflage scouts became more and more careful, and different reconnaissance teams were arranged according to different areas in order to complete the task as soon as possible.

In the previous Lizardman report, they knew that there was a terrifying scout team on the edge of Yinsong Province, harvesting the lives of many ordinary Lizardman scouts, leaving behind a dripping bloody lesson.

The clouds fluttered, covering the crescent moon that covered the sky. The already dim moonlight fell into darkness. What changed was the skin of the camouflage scouts being slightly adjusted.

This adaptation to the environment requires a brief exposure to complete the change, but in a moment, the camouflage scout in the reconnaissance state disappears into the plain again.

Unfortunately, the short-term change cannot escape the gaze of those who are interested.

Especially this area of ​​war that has left behind blood.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!

A subtle sound of arrows sounded quietly in the dark night, and then a series of cold lights crossed the distance of space, penetrated the standard mail of the camouflage scout, and penetrated into the strong body.

The offensive is constantly stopped.

The main ship scouts, exposed, quickly put away their blowing arrows, pulled out the sharp daggers from their waists, and rushed up to attack the vital parts of the lizard man in front of them.

Sharp!

The blades hit each other, and sparks jumped.

Unexpectedly, these lizardman camouflage scouts did not lose their combat power immediately. The scales on their bodies gained a glimmer of vitality for them. A fierce look appeared in their eyes, wanting to fight back on the Jedi.

But they underestimated the combat capabilities of the main ship scouts, Bandel City Ace Special Forces.

And the strange and deadly thallium poison.

The leaping steps continued, and the scouts of the main ship chose to continue the offensive. The daggers danced, intertwined with their agile figures around the camouflage scouts, like a death show.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The overflowing green blood splattered on the desolate grassland, and daggers pierced the scales and took away the life of the camouflage scout.

Not only here, it is close to the edge of Yinsong Province.

The confrontation between the main ship scout team and the camouflage scout continued to take place, silently and fiercely.
Chapter completed!