The junction of barren plains and primeval forests.

A camp that looked like a monster from a distance rose from the ground, and the red double-edged axe flag fluttered in the wind, like a smiling skeleton with claws.

Around the camp, countless Noxus soldiers in armor gathered in different corners and contributed their responsibilities.

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

The scout galloped across the steel city gate, and the Noxus soldiers along the way made way, looking at the scout's disappearing back with their fiery eyes.

In the central area of ​​the camp, heavy gray tents stand quietly.

The bright yellow candlelight illuminates the simple environment, and the members of the Rather garrison revolve around the war sand table, either communicating, arguing, or simulated battles.

Occasionally, I would look at the main position from the corner of my eyes, with a slightly fanatical expression.

Dryus stood quietly in front of the sand table, his tall body as steady as a mountain, and gave people a great sense of security.

"Teel the enemy into the deeper? Or try hard?"

He looked at the war sand table with flags in front of him, frowned slightly.

The red flag symbolizing Valoran's tribe almost filled the southern part of the primeval forest, while the blue flags on the forest represent the only remaining lizardman clan.

After counting carefully, there are less than ten blue flags, and there are red flags around them.

Although he guessed that the early defense of the Beshilik Kingdom would not be very high, it seemed to be somewhat unexpectedly weak at the current speed of advancement.

Just the scout army sent out had wiped out most of the resistance forces in the southern region of Beshilik Kingdom.

"God? God's power?" Drius smiled contemptuously.

Gods dominate the country and can indeed control all powers, making the country prosperous and powerful.

However, when the gods fell, prosperity was like passing clouds and smoke. This seemingly powerful kingdom completely lost the powerful cortex wrapped outside, revealing its weak inner self.

The curtain was raised, and the bleak autumn wind rolled in.

A soldier of the Choifale Legion walked quickly to Drayus and whispered: "Master Katerina has sneaked into the hinterland of the Lizardman." After that, he took out a crimson letter from his arms and handed it to Drayus.

While taking the letter and opening it, Dryus looked at the war sandbox. In the central area of ​​the Bechlik Kingdom, there was an extremely eye-catching blue flag, with many uneven small flags distributed around it.

After reading the letter paper, Dryus used his fingers to force the letter paper covered with text like gravel, slowly falling to the sand table.

He looked down at the blue flag in the center of the sand table, grinning, and the lizardman painted on it was soaked with a faint blood color, weak and tempting.

Bang!

Dryus directly reached out and pulled up the blue flag, roaring loudly: "Tell me the order, the front army..."

"assault!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The camp gate opened, and adult dragon lizards wearing black heavy armor walked out one after another. They rushed to the primeval forest, with heavy limbs shattering the bushes and grass, and their scales ignored the trees, quickly clearing out roads.

Behind the dragon lizard is an alchemist who is fiddling with weird machines.

They operated the metal machine and spread out in scattered areas, and were also cleaning the primeval forest. The speed was no slower than the dragon lizard, and it was a little faster.

This was an expedition under Valoran. Although it was mainly the Noxus Legion, it was mixed with many other militants.

Rumble!

The primeval forest is trembling!

The Noxus Legion, armed with sharp armor, turned into a torrent of steel, and quickly washed away the fish that had escaped from the Bechlik Kingdom with an unstoppable momentum, and built a towering whistle tower and supply points along the way.

Looking down at the earth, it looks like a rich green dyeing tank, with some fishy red colors mixed in, and is eroding the surrounding area at a slow speed.

......

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Beshirik Kingdom.

The capital, Zorcod.

This huge city built in a dense rainforest is like a temple, with many ornate buildings, with red buildings engraved with barbaric and absurd paintings.

The night passes and dawn gradually rises.

When strands of light penetrate the leaves and fall into the magnificent city, the fresh breath boils.

In the hearts of countless lizard men, Durcod is the most spectacular and greatest holy city.

That is [City of Blood]!

However, the prosperity and noisy that once was gone have long gone, and the temple city has fallen into a dead silence, and endless panic permeates the sky.

The impact of the fall of Samuel Anya, the god of the lizardman, in the Kingdom of Bechlik is far beyond the imagination of outsiders. It is not only the collapse of faith, but also many things built around faith.

For example, order, class, power... etc.!

It can be said that at the moment Samuel Anya fell, the Kingdom of Beshilik was on the eve of falling apart.

The Temple of the Lizardman, the most dazzling building in Dorcordne.

The red and white walls pierce the spire of the rainforest, the golden glazed tiles, and the rich power of faith form this temple with a special status.

"Do we still want to continue under Timothy's crown?"

At the entrance of the main hall, a priest of the temple in a red robe looked at the old lizard man in front of him and asked in a low voice, with bloodshot in his eyes.

"Why don't you continue?" The old lizard man slowly turned around and looked at the gloomy sky. "When he lived, he enjoyed the glory brought by the gods, then it was time for them to devote themselves."

"My Lord is still sleeping, and this little faith and blood are far from enough."

The old lizardman seemed to remember something, took a deep breath, and said in a grim voice: "Go, send the Holy Scar veteran to 'invite' all the gods to come to the temple to discuss matters!"

"Just say...My Lord is about to recover from his sleep!"

Hearing this, the priest of the Lizardman Temple immediately knelt down and saluted with a frenzy, saying, "My Lord's glory will shine on the kingdom again!"

Then the priest of the Lizardman Temple hurriedly stood up, left the main hall, and quickly walked towards the legion station on the side of the temple. He would completely execute the Pope's orders and bring all the descendants of Dorkodne.

“Yes, the glory of my Lord will come again…”

The old lizardman, also the coronation of Timothy from the priest of the Lizardman Temple, looked up at the statue of the lizardman standing in front of him.

Even after being repaired by a skilled stonemason, there was still a thin and invisible crack spreading along the lizardman's head to the bottom, and all the majestic aura that had seen disappeared.

"Haha, hehe, cough cough...hehe..."

A strange laughter sounded, and Timothy looked at the sculpture and his arms again. The smooth dark green scales gradually appeared in a gray color, which was extremely dazzling.

"No one can stop me, no one can!"
Chapter completed!