The night is in the sky, and the stars and moon are everywhere.

The bitter cold wind and the stars and moon shadows complement each other, covering the deserted plain with dark gray light veil.

A small group of camouflage scouts of the Lizardman tribe, with the help of the hidden night, wandered in the desolate wilderness of everything. Occasionally, a howling cold wind would blow by, mixed with the sound of trampling on the ground, and spent the boring time.

"Hey, have you heard any weird things?"

The sudden sound broke the silence between the scout team, and at the same time, the other lizard men were shocked to hold the death weapon in their hands tightly.

In the dark and dull environment, the heavy breathing sounds were clearly heard. The lizardman stared at him with his breath, his heart was beating, and he looked at each other for a few moments.

But in a moment, the lizard man immediately reacted and complained: "Kebit, please say hello in advance when you are talking during the mission next time?"

Just now, they thought they were attacked by scouts from Valoran again.

In the Corkel jungle, members of the main ship scout team gave these lizardman scouts endless fear of death and elusive killing skills, swallowing up elite scouts.

"As for the strange sound, don't worry, Kebit, it's probably the sound of the wolves in front of them stepping on the mushroom trap."

As if talking about interesting things, the Lizardman looked at his companions around him and said excitedly: "Hey, do we want to have a gamble? How many gnolls can survive this time?"

The lizard man who spoke earlier shrugged his shoulders, and the scales reflected by the light were exposed to the field. The bitter cold wind invaded it, and it couldn't help but gently move its limbs and relax its body.

"Okay, maybe I heard it wrong? Anyway, those human soldiers really deserve to die. They are so crazy, burying so many magic traps!"

Hearing this, his companion beside him smiled and said, "It's just the last struggle. You can reach Fort Fort Fort Fort Fort Fort, the human fortress that you once broke through."

"And we will also reappear the glory of the blood of the past..."

Before he finished speaking, the camouflage scout's expression moved slightly, and he turned his head to look east. It was not just him, but other camouflage scouts also noticed something was wrong, and it seemed that something was really moving was approaching quietly.

The dark moonlight shines on the plains.

A large swath of dark shadows descended from a distant place, carrying the rolling waves, moving forward turbulently, sweeping across the barren plains.

The ground began to tremble slowly, and tiny dust and broken grass floated.

Camouflage scouts, the absolute elite legion of the Lizardman tribe, reacted quickly through subtle traces, which was a rapid advance of human cavalry.

"Be careful, the enemy attacks!"

The sharp and harsh warning sound echoed in the night sky, and all the camouflage scouts immediately started to act, and their scales shone inexplicable light and blended into the vast night.

The instinct of hunting and the unsuppressed desire to kill revives deep in the soul, driving them toward the source of abnormal situations.

Trap? It should be the time for the lizardman to enjoy a ‘feast’...

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The endless thunder sounded through the silent night. In the hazy, the barren plains were trembling gently, and the stars in the sky kept shaking. The world was now in a state of turning upside down.

Overlooking the restless field.

From far away to the east, there are surging black floods, like arrows away from the string, crossing the space, destroying all obstacles ahead of the road.

The earth-shaking roar instantly attracted the attention of all the Gnoll soldiers and Lizardman soldiers scattered in the plains, realizing that something was wrong.

This is definitely not the small group of human cavalry I encountered before!

With the dim light falling from the sky, the sneaking camouflage scouts distinguished the original appearance of the shadow, which was the expected human cavalry, but the number of them emerged was completely beyond imagination.

In the field of vision, a little black shadow appeared quietly, mixed with the sound of low horse hooves trampling, and then clusters of sharp heavy cavalry guns reflected the cold cold light, reflecting the black figure.

The last thing that emerged from the camouflage scout's pupils is...

Countless armored war horses, as well as the Noxus cavalry holding heavy lances on the horse's back!

In an instant, a lizardman scout could not bear the horror and fear, and turned around and ran away.

This is an extremely correct choice. Even the strong lizardman warriors cannot fight against human heavy cavalry on the plains unless the same cavalry exists.

There are also those wolves resting in place. The magic traps made them extremely nervous. Now they suddenly encountered a large-scale attack on human cavalry. The situation collapsed directly, and the continuous shouts were drowned in the dull sound of horse hooves trampling.

However, after all, some elite lizardmen realized that something was wrong and hurriedly took out the magical items given by the priest from their waists to sound the war alarm.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The white light continued to illuminate the night, and after more than ten seconds, it dissipated into empty space.

This also became the last thing the Lizardman elite could do. They had no time to escape and abandoned their fear, held the sharp weapon of death in their hands, and launched a desperate counterattack.

Unfortunately, their fragile counterattack was like a small stone falling into the waves, stirring up bloody ripples and completely disappearing.

The black wave continued to rush forward, swallowing up all the rebels along the way, and even the hidden camouflage scouts could only bear the arrival of death in despair.

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Ao Wow!

In the deserted plain, the harsh howlings unique to the werewolf were heard endlessly, and they were transmitted to the Pioneer Camp, arousing the vigil warriors' vigilance.

Kung Fu for a cup of tea.

The camp was brightly lit, and countless wolves and lizardman soldiers woke up from their sleep and gathered together in a mess. Fortunately, there was a lizardman supervisor, and there was no trouble.

In the central area, in the huge felt tent, the brazier at the corners burned, and the warm breath filled the air and drove away the cold.

"Human heavy cavalry?" The tall lizard man sitting upright listened to the report of his personal guards, frowned, and showed a thoughtful look.

“Can you determine the quantity?”

"Sorry, General, I cannot determine the specific number." The guard crawling on the ground replied in a deep voice: "But some scouts have estimated that at least more than 10,000 human heavy cavalry dispatched this time, and there are probably 20,000 to 30,000."

"Interesting!" The Lizardman General in the main position stood up gently, and his scaled body flashed with a red light: "So many cavalrymen were dispatched, it seems that the magic traps in the plains have been dismantled almost, otherwise they would not be so impulsive."

Pulling open the thick felt door curtain, General Lizardman stared at the revived camp, and his hot blood burned in his body.

No matter what war it is, the performance of heavy cavalry plays an extremely critical role.

You can swim around, strengthen the legion's defense position, or wait for an opportunity to move. After the enemy relaxes, use the impact force and sense of oppression from speed, charge to give a strong blow. At the most, you can follow and chase and expand the results when the enemy retreats.

What the Lizardman Legion encounters now is that the Noxus cavalry uses their mobility to swim around and slaughter the wolves and the lizardman warriors.

"The opportunity to clear the failure has arrived."

General Lizardman gently wiped the heavy hammer around his waist, looking ferocious.

The failure of the war in the Great Plains of Shatar gave the unimaginable heavy blow to the Kingdom of Beshilik. It is rumored that even the projection of the blood kingdom of the great Lizardman god was shattered in that war.

This brought inexplicable shame to all the lizardmen in the Beshilik Kingdom. When will the lizardmen suffer such a great loss in front of the human kingdom, especially the earlier Stoke Kingdom was a fertile area that was seized by the Lizardmen Temple.

"Notify the Cold Lizard Knights and prepare to set off." General Lizardman ordered coldly, the killing engraved in his bones cannot be eliminated, so Lizardman rarely considers failure.

Because in their opinion, failure is not death, which is normal. The law of jungle survival in the Kingdom of Bechlik has existed since the founding of the Kingdom.
Chapter completed!