Late at night, the stars are dim.

The Great Plain of Shatar in the Senchon Province.

This is a vast plain spanning the entire province. With the sudden drop of ice and snow, the beautiful field is covered with a layer of white yarn, and the cold breath mixed with the bitter cold temperature lingers over the plain.

Looking up, the endless felt tent stood in the white snow, countless blood-red flags fluttering in the wind, densely packed lizardman warriors wearing armor and holding sharp edges, crowded with snowy roads.

In the middle of the white plain, snowflakes covered the ornate tent dome in front of you.

The wide door curtain is embroidered with mysterious runes. A lizardman warrior exudes a powerful aura is silently guarding, with dim starlight falling, and the armor style is faintly similar to that of the Holy Scar veteran.

Tat! Tat!

The rapid footsteps sounded from a distance, and in a moment, a tall lizard man wearing red armor scattered snowflakes and walked in the quiet snow.

The lizardman warriors guarding around saw the red-armored lizardman and bowed slightly to show respect, and then allowed the tall lizardman to step into the tent.

Inside the tent, a blazing fire burned around the edge of the snow-white carpet, dispelling the low cold temperatures.

Unlike in imagination, the layout inside is not like a place to live, but like a prayer room in a temple.

A faint fragrance of elk filled the air, and a scarlet lizard man statue stood in the center of the tent. The face of the statue could not be seen clearly, but it felt inexplicably, as if the statue was staring at everyone all the time.

The tall lizard man walked into the tent, crawled on the white carpet, and said respectfully: "His Highness Yves, a team of Holy Scar veterans encountered an unexpected accident while pursuing the Violet Guards."

"From the picture of the divine runes being passed back, it's not like the soldiers of the Stoke Kingdom. I suspect... it was Valoran's leader who took action."

The low prayer stopped abruptly, and the old lizardman priest leaned over and knelt down slightly, staring at the lifelike lizardman statue in front of him, with a faint blood-colored light flashing in the turbid eyes.

Yves Harris, leader of the Lizardman Temple Priesthood.

Although the Kingdom of Beshilik had a kingship, the gods gave royal power and the gods were supreme.

Overall, it was led by the temple and the priest, which shows that Yves Harris's status in the Kingdom of Bechlik was only under the Pope.

At the same time, it is also the initiator and commander of the Lizardman Winter Plunder War.

"The leader of Valoran, the legendary force of the North." Yves stood up, turned his head and looked down at the tall lizard man, and the red and white priest robe dragged to the ground. "So, what we expected happened."

"The Valoran Corps has treated the Kingdom of Stock as food in her mouth and hates the interests of others moving it." Yves chuckled gently, and his wrinkled face turned cold: "Hanson, is the Wingdras Knights back?"

"Sorry, Your Highness Yves, the Wingdras Knights team never sent back the news after they went out." The tall lizard man who called Hansen answered respectfully, his crawling body as motionless as a mountain.

The red fire burned, reflecting Yves' increasingly cold face: "Doesn't you really take the Lizardman Temple seriously?" He walked to Hanson, and his majestic aura as majestic as a tent came to him.

"Is there no news about the Corkel tribe?"

"Yes, Your Highness Yves, I contacted North before coming, without any response." Hansen said softly, with a trace of murderous intent flowing out of his firm and iron-blooded face.

"We need to make the worst plan. The Coker tribe has been defeated by Valoran, and the Wingdrake Knights team has also been destroyed in the Blackwood Province."

"Even, the scout team they sent quietly sneaked into Moricho Province."

Upon hearing this, Yves frowned, gently tidied up the red and white priest robe, took out a divine emblem from his arms, and threw it to Hansen: "Do as you want, I just need the result, warn Valoran for the result!"

Turning around and looking at the scarlet lizardman statue, Yves lowered his head and looked extremely respectful: "Even if the rumors are true, an oracle has been brought down. When necessary, my Lord will bring down miracles."

The incident of the God of Sorrow that occurred at the Gate of Sorrow, and the Lizardman Temple was also heard of.

Regardless of the specific strength, Grelas, the god of plague, was still a noble and arrogant god. He fell in the Gate of Sadness, which was shocked by the Lizardman Temple.

With a cautious attitude, they paid special attention to the movements of the Valoran Territory. In addition, three Lizardman Temple priests disappeared from the edge of the Valoran Territory for no reason, which forced Yves to prepare in advance.

This winter plunder war seemed to be led by Yves. In fact, Samu Anya, the god of the Lizardman, had already descended the oracle, and it needed more faith to devote to the God's country, so this passing has developed to the present and has become an invading war.

Oh, the oracle also specifically ordered the Lizardman Temple to find a new legend that embarked on the road of blood.

"Praise the great Lord!" Hansen said respectfully, his eyes reflected the appearance of the divine emblem in his palm.

The divine emblem is round and made of special red crystals. The front is engraved with the blurred figure of Samu Anya, the god of lizard man. In a faint way, it feels the blood divine power flowing quietly inside the divine emblem.

Holding the red divine emblem tightly, Hansen half-beared his body and left the tent. The breeze hit, and his strong body slightly evaporated with hazy white air.

Hansen Dale, the deputy commander of the Lizardman Legion who invaded the Kingdom of Stoke, was the famous legendary crown of the Kingdom of Beshilik. At the same time, it controls the Holy Scar veteran, one of the Lizardman Ace Legion.

"I will cut off your head and comfort the dead soldiers." Hansen looked to the northwest quietly, the murderous intent in his pupils no longer concealed, as if flames were burning.

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A few days later, thick clouds covered the rays of light, and the cold wind blew up the white snow.

The extreme cold wind came, surging like waves, lingering in the sky like mist, floating up and down, constantly invading the continent.

The silent dead woods are scorched earth, and the smell of fishy blood fills the air.

Draven gasped slightly, the ring-handled axe in her hands was stained with green blood, and the woods in front of her were covered with lizardman's corpses, and occasionally the twitching lizardman warriors could be seen.

Obviously, shortly after the battle here ended, Draven led the soldiers of the Choi Falley Legion to win again, but his face was filled with solemnity and helplessness.

Looking down at his abdomen, the golden symbol shone brightly, as if mocking his useless efforts.

From that night when the elite Lizardman warriors were wiped out, Draven felt himself exposed to the light and had nowhere to hide.

The following situation also successfully illustrates this point. No matter where he and the soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion walked and hid, there would be Lizardman warriors who would find their traces and then launch a crazily attack.

"Want to stop us from leaving Morichi Province? Or revenge?"
Chapter completed!