League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 269

Jackals are a wild orc race, in their perception, they only kill and fill their stomachs. Therefore, they will attack remote areas and border settlements of the civilized world without warning, and then slaughter their prey and consume their flesh and blood.

Compared to other orc races, the danger of wolves lies in the randomness of their attacks. They emerged from the wild plains, and moved to other places after the looting and killing. They attacked like locust plagues and ransacked the settlements, leaving only razed buildings, gnawed corpses, and contaminated land.

Jackals seldom build permanent buildings or make anything of lasting value. Apart from cultural limitations, the most important thing is their exposed wildness, so that they do not make weapons or armor, but from fallen prey. Obtain such items from the corpse, and even string together the opponent's ears, teeth, scalp and other debris as souvenirs and add them to their own piece of armor.

Until a thousand years ago, they were defeated and enslaved by the kingdom of Besilik, the kingdom of lizardmen.

Facing the lizard people who are stronger, more bloodthirsty and smarter than themselves, and have their own civilization, the jackals are forced to become the vassal races of the lizards. After thousands of years of baptism, they have naturally admitted their vassal status. , And many jackals are proud of.

Now, in the war to invade the Kingdom of Stoke, the Kockel tribe of the Besilik Kingdom should have released an army of gnoll soldiers full of wild killings, allowing them to slaughter and devour them in the Blackwood Province.

Since the city of Dera was broken, countless slaughters have been staged in this land in the Blackwood Province. A large number of villages and towns have been destroyed and burned by gnoll soldiers. The **** scenes are disgusting, but they are inexplicably excited.

The countless human civilians clustered on the gallop built by the Kingdom of Stoke flocked to the surrounding fortified cities, but the underdeveloped Blackwood Province did not have enough cities to accommodate the many civilians who fled.

More and more civilians had to travel long distances after they were not contained, fleeing as much as possible to the nearby Yin Song and Moriju provinces.

The trailing Jackal soldiers continued on their journey of killing, with overflowing blood spreading on the roads and reddening large areas of plains and hills.

The chaos came completely, the darkness of human nature was no longer suppressed, and the wildness of the jackals attacked the fleeing human civilians.

The sound of sorrow and tearing curses drifted over the Heimu province with the breeze of the spring. The hanging red sun couldn't bear to look at the cruel scene. The clouds were densely covered, covering the light, which seemed to provide some convenience for the fleeing human civilians.

Long!

The gray sky concealed the sky over the Fortress of Forsbyro, and the deep cloud mixed with thunderstorms surging, and occasionally flashed a glimmer of electric light, shining on the bloated fortress and the countless civilians gathered under the wall.

In the brightly lit watchtower at the moment, a cold and silent atmosphere enveloped him, as if heavy air was pressing on Opa's shoulders. He turned his head and looked at the room. The shadow on the wall was a little rickety and old.

"Today, another group of noble lords joined me to persuade us to open the city gates as much as possible to allow civilians under the fortress walls to enter the fortress." Oppa looked up at the exquisite magic lamp, the crystal material hollowed out and carved with gorgeous patterns. But he couldn't hide the grief in his tired eyes.

"I rejected them, and then was put on a cold-blooded hat, saying that I would go to the capital to sue me regardless of the laws of the kingdom and the life and death of civilians."

"Haha, I think too! Fortress Foss Bairro has reached the upper limit of its carrying capacity, and if people are allowed in, the fortress will completely lose its balance, and will eventually break open and be at the mercy of others."

Cold and muddy tears flowed silently along his face, and Opa was exhausted. In just a few days, wrinkles all over his face and heavy bags under the eyes.

When night came, he couldn't fall asleep, and the scenes in his mind made him sleepless.

The innocent civilians gathered under the city wall are being shot and killed by the lizardman soldiers wandering around the periphery every day, and the sad howling, numb eyes, and red blood are torturing his soul.

But he had nothing to do, he couldn't attack, and he didn't dare to open the gate of the fortress. Not far away, the 20,000 lizardmen legionnaires stationed by the Koker tribe were watching the movement of the fortress of Fosbarro in the distance.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! What did the Kingdom Military Department say? Is there any rescue!" Oppa looked at the same exhausted Count Nikita before him, pleadingly, hoping a miracle would happen.

"I can't get in touch. I have asked the Legion Mage to continuously send magic messages every day, but there is no response from the royal capital." Count Nikita stroked his forehead and said hoarsely.

"Possibly, with a high probability, the king's side has rejected our magic message!"

"Ha ha!!!"

Opa, the administrator of the Blackwood Province, was laughing out loud, his old body trembling slightly, blood and tears spreading from the folds of his face, dyed in red.

"What does your Majesty Guy want to do? What does he want to do? There are millions of civilians and soldiers in the Blackwood Province. What is this going to do."

"Hold on! Hold on!" Count Nikita seemed to mutter to himself, comforting himself, but both of them were very clear about the internal situation of the Fortress of Forsby.

There are too many civilians pouring into the fortress, and the crowded civilians under the city wall cannot be ignored.

If you don't come to support, the fortress may really not be able to persist, because the stored food can only last for a month, and there is no support for a month, then waiting for them will be...

Silverpine Province, close to the towering slopes of the city of Edalas, from here you can see the vaguely steep mountain peaks and towering cities in the distance.

Da da! Da da!

The hoofs were screaming, and a group of Noxian cavalry in black armor quickly approached the slope. When they crossed the corner of the road, they tightened their reins and dismounted and ran to the high point of the slope.

I saw a short rider sitting bored on the back of the dragon lizard, with a silver-gray tomahawk leaning across his waist, armored, and a sturdy shirt draped over the surface~www.mtlnovel.com~ but these can't hide. The crazy look surging from the only intact eyeball.

After hearing the sound of horseshoes, Kled stretched out his right hand and pressed it on top of Sgal's green head, got up immediately, and turned his head to look at the cavalry of the Noxian Empire who was fast on foot.

"Master Kled, a large number of refugees have flooded into the western part of Yinsong Province. There are a lot of them, and they are moving towards the surrounding cities."

Kled drew out the silver-gray battle axe from his waist, motioned to Skall, who had stepped down, to step forward, and then struck the helmet of the Noxian Empire cavalry with the battle axe. "Hey, listen, call me Sergeant General!"

"Okay, Sergeant General!" All the Noxian soldiers have heard of Kled's impermanent character, so the Noxian Cavalry resolutely changed his words.

"Re-report the situation!" Kled said, shaking his figure, his only left eye squinted slightly, as if thinking about something.

"Sergeant General, a large number of refugees flooded into the western part of Silverpine Province, many of them, and they are advancing towards the surrounding cities." The Noxian Empire Cavalry repeated the statement.

"Well, it seems that the Darkwood Province seems to be defeated, so will it be the Jackal or the Lizard!?" Kled murmured alone.

"Shadow Streamer, Shadow Streamer, come out for me!"

As if hearing a shout, a shadow appeared on the soil slope, and immediately a shadow stream wearing a close-fitting leather armor stepped out of the shadow.

"I have seen Sergeant General!"

"Hey, it's a good subordinate of Jie." Kled grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the sun, and the silver-gray tomahawk danced, making breeze breeze.

"Notify Crane, send me 10 war masons, no, bring me 20 war masons!"

"Kled wants to do a big vote, so that my sergeant general's reputation will be known throughout the mainland!"

Chapter end

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