Coker Jungle.

The primitive jungle in the eastern part of the Beshilik Kingdom is close to the Black Wood Province under the leadership of Valoran, and was once affiliated with the tribal territory where the Corkel tribe is located.

After the war in the Great Plains of Shatard, almost all of the living forces of the Coker tribe were defeated and destroyed by the Noxus Legion.

This dark and quiet jungle has become a place of chaos.

The Valoran and the Beshilik Kingdom successively invested countless scouts and soldiers, spying on this complex jungle terrain, killing and destroying.

The bitter cold wind blew over the sky, and the flapping eagle looked down at the dense jungle below.

Countless symmetrical trees, with strange and bizarre giant trees standing on the ground like a soldier, with the rustling crowns above their heads, and the piles of white snow swaying, sprinkling some snow particles.

The hanging branches were eroded by the cold, wrapped in a layer of ice, rippling in the air.

The roots of the ground covered with leaves are like dragons coiling, with ferns, lichens, mosses and other plants attached to them. Occasionally, poisonous insects, snakes and ants climb across the ground.

The deeper you go, the denser the trees and jungle are, with a strange and fishy smell filled with the air, and the air is filled with an indescribable sense of depression.

The snow-white jungle environment is silent.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the treetops rustled, as if the falling waves caused a wonderful change.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Along with the sound of dull footsteps, a team of 10 people braved the cold and entered the jungle area. The broken mail was covered with a layer of blood-stained clothes. They walked forward carefully, and their turbid, deep green eyes looked around vigilantly.

"A werewolf scout?"

In the dark corner of the tree canopy, the Noxus scouts in armor crawled in the snow, looking at the squad of gnolls who were slowly moving forward with calm and cold eyes.

Outside their pitch-black armor was covered with a mottled layer of snow-white velvet cloth, which was very similar to the surrounding environment and almost integrated.

"Hey, guys, it seems that those ugly lizardmen can't bear the losses, and they sent these dirty guys to die." The joking voice echoed quietly, and the expressions of the Noxus scouts looked a little relaxed.

This is normal. In the scout war in the Corkel jungle, Valoran had a considerable advantage and his victory was far higher than that of the Bechlik Kingdom.

"Don't give up on your vigilance. Maybe it's their tricks. Is the lessons before not profound enough?" The Noxus Fifth Captain at the front said in a deep voice. As the captain of the scout, he had already seen too many tragedies and conspiracies in this primitive jungle.

Lizardman scouts especially like to send their vassals: gnoll warriors, who use their fragile lives to wading through dangerous areas. Once any danger occurs, the gnoll warriors will die, not them.

What's more, using the gnoll warriors as bait to lure the scouts of Valoran's leadership into action, and they themselves will take the opportunity to launch an attack and harvest the final victory.

"yes!"

The Noxus scouts behind them restrained their relaxed faces, and their bodies were hidden deep in the snow, as if they were a solid rock, still standing still.

Perhaps he noticed that there was no danger, and the zombies in the distance tried to disperse, maintaining a supportive distance between each other, and began to search the surrounding dangerous areas and complete the orders issued by the Lizardman tribe.

In the dark and cold snowy environment, pairs of dark green eye holes have bloodthirsty desire. Frequent fighting and fighting have already aroused the gnoll's desire to kill. Although they suffered heavy losses, they have never retreated.

The great werewolf god Jenogu Gore is watching this jungle battlefield.

The hard branches swayed, whipping the broken mail, leaving white marks.

The gnoll scouts took one step at a time, waving their spears and swords in their hands to clear their own hidden areas. Because the hateful human soldiers liked to launch sudden raids in these places and gave them heavy blows.

Time passes quietly, and footprints of varying depths are densely covered in the ice and snow jungle.

The werewolf scouts had already investigated most of the surrounding areas and approached a dark corner of the tree canopy, looking tired.

This is the result of continuous vigilance. The energy of any intelligent creature is limited and it is impossible to focus on its own state for a long time, especially in a dangerous environment.

Most importantly, these werewolves scouts did not know that all their actions had been exposed to the noses of the Noxus scouts, and as they approached, they were deeply murderous intent.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The movement of the steps alarmed several snowflakes, covering the eyes of the Noxus Tribe's chief, and a cold color flashed his pupils: "You can't wait any longer, no matter whether there are lizard-man scouts in the dark, we must do it."

Bang!

The snowflakes piled up on the ground exploded, layers of mottled snow-white velvet cloth were lifted up, and the Noxus scouts wearing black armor were exposed, half-squatting on the ground of the tree roots, coldly raised the crossbow in their hands, aiming at the squad of zombies that were close at hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bowstring sounded slightly, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless. Ten crossbow arrows passed beautiful traces between the trees, accurately hitting the werewolf scouts.

Bright red blood flowers bloomed on the body of the zombie scout in the front row. The cold arrows easily penetrated the key mail, and then pierced the fur and fat layers, and embedded deeply into the body.

The close-range crossbow shooting directly caused maximum damage and instantly took away five werewolf scouts.

"kill!"

The low roar exploded, and the Noxus Tripleman took the lead in discarding the crossbow, rushed into the zombie array with one horse, and slashed the sword.

More than half of the Noxus scouts behind him followed silently and rushed into the battlefield. There were also Noxus scouts squatting on the ground and filling with crossbow arrows.

In order to facilitate portability and pursuit of lethality, the crossbows carried by the Noxus Legion soldiers are basically single-shot and are easily destroyed, leaving them to lizardmen and werewolves.

"Ao!"

A fierce howling sounded, and after being ambushed, the werewolf scouts not only did not choose to retreat, but instead charged forward, with bloodshot eyes filled with ferocious dark green eyes.

Life energy emerged, and both sides launched endless killings in this narrow area, breaking the inherent silence of the jungle.

Four or five minutes later.

The sound of fighting gradually faded, and the blood that gushed and spilled over the snow was like a delicate rose.

Compared with the combat power of the Noxus scouts, the werewolf scouts were obviously inferior, not to mention that they had lost more than half of them before the battle.

Puff!

The Noxus Tripleman pulled out a sharp sword from the neck of the werewolf in front of him, and the stinky blood splattered red armor. He glanced at the battlefield that ended around him and shook his head gently.

As expected, they all slaughtered the werewolf scouts in a crushing manner.

"Sweep the battlefield!"

The order was issued, and all the Noxus scouts acted quickly to collect the ears or heads of the werewolf, which would represent their merits and glory, and by the way they would bury the fragmented corpses.

As the relationship between the Valoran and the Kingdom of Beshilik continued to tense, the Corkel jungle had long turned into a flesh-and-blood mill, but the two sides maintained a tacit understanding and would clear the bodies after the battle to prevent a plague from raging.

"Um?"

As if he noticed something strange, the Noxus Chief Twinkle immediately spoke out: "Retreat, evacuate immediately!"

Hearing the order, the Noxus scouts decisively stopped dealing with the battlefield and hid into the deep jungle in mottled snow-white velvet cloth.

......

Kung Fu for a cup of tea.

This battlefield filled with fishy smell welcomed three elite lizardman scouts. The tall dark green bodies were covered with different styles of solid armor. Some of them made their own rough armor, and some were standard armor from Noxus.

They took a look at the results of the battlefield and quickly sent a lizardman scout back to the rear. The remaining people began to scatter around the battlefield and pursued the traces of the Noxus scouts.

Such scenes are frequently staged in the Corkel jungle, with some Noxus scouts winning and leaving safely; some are deeply surrounded by lizard men and buried in the dense jungle snow.

The wave of war began to spread slowly, rushing towards the periphery of the Corkel jungle and towards the Black Wood Province under Valoran.
Chapter completed!