The crossed lightning chain carries a breath of destruction, wrapping around Quinn's body, and destroying the platinum-gold armor with a very penetrating nature.

A burning smell permeates the snowy environment of the city walls.

Quinn looked at the old lizardman not far away, and a sarcastic look appeared in his eyes, allowing a slight sense of paralysis to invade his nerves.

The slender figure jumped high, straight legs crossed the scythe marks, kicked the blood-colored shield of the circulating bloody magic power, forcibly interrupted the lizardman's casting, and then flipped backwards and stepped on the snow.

"Wallow's shadow will be the last thing you see!"

Trepidation!

Riding on the mental shock of the old lizard man being in the failed casting spirit, Hualuo stretched out his bent claws and grabbed the ugly and pale face hard.

The sharp beak pecked at the top of the head, green blood overflowed, and the skull cracked.

"Calm down, aim!"

Quinn knelt on one knee, the silver-white crossbow rested on his right arm, and his cold eyes ignored the dancing snowflakes, firmly locking the enemy's key points.

Buzz!

A cold light flashed and shot into the lizard man's neck, passing through his body, bringing up blood and blood fragments.

"No!!!...I'm just... dead!?"

The dripping blood flowed into the muddy eyes, and North fell to the ground, the breath of life was completely dissipated, and the strong body of the body smashed up snow particles.

Before the darkness came, he saw that the Fortress of Forsbailo had risen and flames were rising.

The red light soaks half of the sky, and even the falling snowflakes seem to ignite flames, baking the cold weather.

"The Coker tribe... is over!"

Dong!

The head rolled down to the snow, and the green blood splashed out melted the snow, leaving mottled marks.

Quinn picked up his head, put it on his waist, and stood up gently,

Hualuo, who was soaring in the air, flew towards her, grabbed the platinum shoulder pads, and his sharp beak and claws were covered in blood. The excitement of the hunting success made its body tremble slightly.

Quinn tilted her head and looked at the golden pupils stretched over her shoulders, caressing Hualuo's blue feathers, and the happy light shone with her eyes, and she couldn't help but smile.

They have always been so close to each other, and are dependent on life and death.

......

......

The war continues.

Even if the shamans who lost their leadership tribes, the Lizardman Legion still had the power to resist, which was based on the tens of thousands of Lizardman warriors and Gnoll soldiers in the Forsbailo Fortress.

The blazing flames burned around the fortress, melting the falling snowflakes, and also reflecting the movements of the Lizardman Legion.

The main ship scout team occupying the city walls responded to the subsequent Noxus Legion soldiers, and used the advantageous terrain of the walls and guardhouses to encircle and suppress the terrain.

"Ha, it's ridiculous! Losing a legion of scouts means losing eyes and ears."

At the rear camp, Drayus looked at Fort Fort Fortress, trapped in a wave of flames and blood, murmured softly.

"Now, embrace the fire of war!"

Dryus walked a few steps forward, his pupils full of fighting spirit.

"Then Krei, Gregory, and Worthman led the Noxus cavalry to block the east, west and north gates, and prevent the defeated soldiers from escaping the fortress."

"I want to see the chaos come to see the chaos coming together with the photo shooters to cleanse all the middle and lower-level officers of the enemy."

"Tell Sain and Urgot to set up an ambush at the south gate of the fortress." Drayus turned around and looked at the soldiers of the Choifali Legion beside him, and a trace of bloodthirsty appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Let these guys see the power of Noxus!"

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

On a cold and snowy night, the messengers rode a deep red war horse and sank into the pale snow. The horse's hooves trampled on, splashing a few snowflakes.

In addition, there were densely distorted shadows in the camp that flew into the night one after another, flashing and disappeared into Fortress Fortress Bayern.

Flames burn and snowflakes dance.

The lizardman warriors and wolves in the fortress rushed towards the enemy without fear of death. Even if they were in the current difficult situation, they could not extinguish the sentiment of killing and fought bravely at all costs.

But those middle and low-level officers could no longer see any hope. The lightning above the city wall disappeared, and the familiar breath of life was extinguished.

The remaining struggles and fights also stopped in a short time, which indicates something, and they are very clear.

Leaving this battlefield of death, leaving the Fortress of Forsbailo, leaving the province of Blackwood, and returning to the familiar jungle are their only hopes.

The roars kept ringing, shaking away the falling snowflakes, and the sticky blood poured out of the muddy road.

The battle for life was started at all times, and the middle and lower-level officers led their lizardman warriors and wolves soldiers to rush towards the open city gate.

Near the city gate, the lizardman warriors first leaped over the ruined building and reached the edge of the city wall.

With the dim starlight, they saw that at the city gate there were the Noxus Legion lined up in formation. The black armor and solid shield were covered with a layer of white, and the sharp blades were pointed at them from afar.

The pace of progress slowly stagnated, and the heavy breathing sounded blew up the white mist.

The atmosphere of silence came, the lizardman warriors and the rogue soldiers looked at each other, their hideous smiles appeared on ugly faces, and their strong lower limbs trampled on the ground. They held their weapons high and rushed to the Noxus Legion fearlessly.

boom!

The dim city wall passage, the green torrents collided with the steel legion, dull and full of murderous intent, stirring. Asxs. Points of death waves.

Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!

In the shadow, a sharp dagger slashed across the lizardman centurion's neck, and the scales were broken, and green blood like a fountain spilled to the ground.

"Uh...uh..." His head turned slightly, and the black figure in the firelight reflected in the fearful eyes of the Lizardman Centurion.

Dong!

In the middle of the street, the strong scaled corpse fell to the ground, and the lizardmen team that wanted to go to Ximen was in chaos.

Do they lose command, move forward or retreat?

As a last resort, these lizardman warriors used the burning flames to find another team, followed the surging crowds, and moved forward in panic.

Chaos continued to happen in Forsbailo Fortress, and the shadow streamers and the main ship scouts attacked wildly, slaughtering middle and low-level officers.

Even the powerful lost their due warning in the bloody war, and the precise assassination successfully caused chaos among the Corkel tribe.

The Noxus Legion at the east, west and north gates of the fortress were like stubborn stones, guarding the passage tightly to prevent any soldiers from leaving.

Looking down from the sky, bright fires shine.

Countless lizardman warriors and wolves soldiers began to flock to the south gate of the fortress, and the shadow flowers and the main ship scouts who were hiding in the dark, followed the team and silently cleared those who left the team in the middle.

Some of the remaining lizardman officers seemed to notice something was wrong, but they couldn't say it. Coupled with the fishy smell that filled the air, the soul-surging desire to survive slowly occupied most of the thoughts.

They commanded their subordinates... They couldn't tell which team was their subordinates. They were all panicked lizard man soldiers and wolves soldiers in their sight, and no one followed the command. They relied on their instinctive desires to rush towards the vaguely visible city gate passage.
Chapter completed!