Fortress Fortress, the bitter cold wind invaded the sky.

The most powerful military fortress in the Kuroki Province buried tens of thousands of human lives in the plundering war launched by the lizardmen, becoming the source of the plague.

Fate goes around, and now it has become a gathering place for the Corkel tribe. The flags are flying and the trumpets are everywhere, and the walking lizard soldiers and wolves soldiers can be seen everywhere.

Looking at the fortress, the aura of decay was still lingering, but after repairing, the collapsed city walls and guardhouses were rebuilt, and they faintly saw the majestic appearance of the past.

In the center of the fortress, felt tents were densely packed, like scattered chess and scattered.

North Coker, the old shaman leaned over to the desk and carefully studied the map of the Black Wood Province, with a dazzling and bright red line directly penetrated from the Silver Song Province to the heartland.

The lizardman scouts represented by sporadic green flags are struggling to support the endless spread of the offensive.

"What's going on recently? Why did Valoran's offensive suddenly become fierce?" North murmured quietly, and the blood in his eyes told his recent upside-down life.

Confusion emerges in my heart, but more of it is powerlessness.

The elite army of the Coker tribe, the camouflage scout, suffered heavy damage and suffered extremely tragic losses in the previous scout confrontation.

The frost of winter, the bloody red light, the mechanical bombs, and the roar and explosions of night.

Memory fragments rolled in my mind, and North's eyes were half-squinted, and the confrontation of that night appeared in the muddy pupils.

The human-like intelligent life, which looks like a dwarf, has the power of no less than a lizard-man scout, and is even stronger. After that explosion like a fireworks show, the head chases and kills the defeated camouflage scouts at will.

Tat! Tat! Tat! Tat!

The rushing footsteps sounded outside the tent, interrupting North's thoughts, looking up at the fur door curtain, aiming at the captain of the guard, and the armor she was wearing was still stained with blood.

"What happened?" North's heart trembled slightly and asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. North, today I went to hand over the scouts on time, but I was intercepted and killed halfway through." The captain of the guard murmured, his voice hoarse and filled with powerlessness.

"The 100-man team left to escape back."

"There is a high probability... the return scout team was wiped out..."

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and the captain of the guard looked at the tribal shaman in front of him, looking extremely sad: "How long will we last? The military power led by Valoran is completely beyond our expectations."

"The ears and eyes are gone, and there is no complete scout army in the tribe, all of which are scattered outside, and every moment the scouts return to the arms of our Lord Samu Anya."

North stood up, walked to the captain of the guard, stared at the tired eyes and the strong body covered with scars, and was slightly silent.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer! The tribe can still support it... The war in the southeast is about to end."

The news of the defeat of the noble coalition of the Stoke Kingdom has long been spread to the Corkel tribe. The dawn of victory is near. As long as you wait until you break through Limontanelu, even if the legend behind Valoran tribe takes action, it will not pose a threat.

After lifting the fur door curtain, North walked out of the tent and saw that the atmosphere in the fortress was slightly depressed, which was the consequence of constant failure.

He also wanted to change the current situation, but Valoran's leadership did not give him any chance, especially those elite and short humanoid intelligent lives.

"May Samu Anya bless the Corkel tribe!"

North looked up slightly at the dark night, the dim stars hidden behind the dark clouds, and gradually, a little white floating fluffy fell from the clouds.

"Is it... snowing?" North hesitated first, then his expression changed and he laughed wildly.

"Haha, it's snowing! It's snowing!"

With the snow blocking offensive, the Coker tribe once again ignited hope.

......

......

The night is hazy, and crystal snowflakes fall from the sky. In just a while, white marks can be seen on the plains.

Quinn gently stretched out his left hand, and the snowflakes falling on his palm slowly melted, and a cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She looked at Fort Fortress, where a dozen lizard soldiers and wolves were setting fires in the open space around the city walls, chewing on the bloody flesh.

It is now the time to keep the wheels, and they are replenishing their upcoming guards.

Snowflakes were flying, and Quinn watched the soldiers' movements, holding up the crossbow in his hand gently.

In war, small mistakes can make a team lose their lives, and the lizard soldiers and wolves soldiers in front of them have made big mistakes.

But Quinn was not anxious and was very patient.

The fourth commandment: grind but not phosphorus, and nirvana but not black.

In the field of vision, there is still a lack of an important soldier - the camouflage scout of the Lizardman.

In the continuous scout war, although the camouflage scouts suffered heavy damage at the beginning, their strength was recognized by Timo, which was very good scout combat power.

Huh!

Suddenly, the cold wind blew up snowflakes.

In the corners of the city wall, in the dark shadows, snowflakes fall, ripples appear.

A slightly short lizard soldier appeared, as if he noticed the exposure, and his footsteps moved gently, hiding the floating snowflakes, quietly losing sight.

"I found you."

Quinn smiled slightly, even though the camouflage scout was once again integrated with the surrounding environment, she believed that her partner, Warlow, had marked the other person.

Looking up at the sky, a dark blue figure hiding in the clouds.

"The Fifth Commandment: Wait for an opportunity and make a decision immediately!"

With the help of the starlight, Quinn crawled on the ground, gently raised his right hand, clenched into a fist, and circled slightly, indicating that he could arrange the attack.

She knew that Timo from behind could definitely see clearly.

In a moment, the plains outside the fortress city gradually appeared, intertwined with the snow falling on the ground, filled with the murderous atmosphere.

"The Sixth Commandment: Let the war be together, and the battle will be decided quickly!"

【intrusion】!

[Intrusion: Quinn fights side by side with her partner, High Mobility Falcon Warlow.

Warlow will periodically mark the enemy as vulnerable for a certain period of time, and Quinn's first normal attack on the vulnerable target will cause additional physical damage.]

The golden light bloomed in Quinn's eyes, like the eyes of an eagle, firmly locking on the camouflage scout that blended with the environment, and the light golden aperture spreads over the void.

Quinn stood up and quickly advanced forward, and raised his left hand as he approached the camp.

The silver-white crossbow points to the camouflage scout from afar.

Buzz!

A subtle sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a black crossbow arrow spanned the snow and penetrated straight into the head of the camouflage scout.

The green blood sputtered, soaking out the hidden figure, and then immediately fell to the ground without a sound.

With his right hand supporting the ground, Quinn rolled forward, and then, the second and third crossbow arrows penetrated the chests of the lizard soldiers around the bonfire.

The remaining lizard soldiers and wolves responded quickly and wanted to shout loudly, but they did not expect that not far behind them, soldiers of the main ship scout team showed their figures.

The blowing arrows exploded, harvesting life like the god of death, cold and ruthless.

Bang!

Quinn half-kneeled and aimed, and the silver-white crossbow shot out sharp arrows, stabbed into the back of the fleeing wolfish soldier, and penetrated through his chest.

With a "bang", the wolves fell forward and lost all their breath of life.

"It's over." Quinn knelt motionlessly, paying close attention to the movements under the city wall, making sure there were no hidden camouflage scouts nearby. She stood up until the sound of snowflakes dancing in her ears was left.

"Clean the battlefield!"

Smelling the smell of fishy blood in the air, Quinn frowned slightly, took out a small bottle of medicine from his waist and threw it on the ground.

A faint green smoke rose, and in a moment, the smell of blood in the air disappeared.

Products from Zuan Alchemy Technology Research Team are suitable for small-scale battles and eliminate traces of post-war.

And this battlefield that has ended is just a corner of Fortress Fortress at this moment, but because he is the leader of Quinn, the ending is extremely fast.

Following the drowsy night, overlooking the snowflakes dancing city walls.

The dim starlight shone, the sudden blowing arrows intertwined with the blood-colored dagger.

In the picture, the soldiers of the Coker tribe struggled to death, and the sounds made by desperately swallowed up in the cold wind and disappeared with the crystal snowflakes.

Unconsciously, the bloody battle had gradually spread from the city wall to the city gate and guardhouse areas, and even penetrated deeper into the area.
Chapter completed!