League of Legends Invades Another World Chapter 588

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It is getting dusk, and the night is covering the ground.

In the gloomy and secluded Kirkl jungle, the raging cold wind kept attacking the advancing jackal scouts and lizardman scouts.

In the savage lizard people civilization, exquisite handcrafts are very lacking.

They do not have the craftsmanship to manufacture cold-resistant clothing in large quantities. They can only rely on hunted beast fur, harvested trophies, rough armor and strong physique to resist the cold that stings bone marrow.

The few skilled craftsmen are basically serving the priests and the royal family.

For the above reasons, the Besilik Kingdom rarely looted and provoked wars around winter.

But this time I don't know why, the lizardman temple handed down an oracle and launched a national war mobilization, sending many skilled gnollman and lizardman scouts across the icy jungle to lead Valoran on foot.

Fortunately, they can become scouts. They are the best and warriors in the tribe. They have good physiques or powerful extraordinary abilities.

In the silent snow forest, the withered woods are densely covered, like a weird spider web, intertwined to capture the prey that fell into the trap.

"This group of **** human scouts, why do they plant so many traps, aren't they afraid to accidentally hurt their own people?"

A thin lizardman scout crawled in the snow, carefully looking at the rough traps buried in the snow in front of him, preparing for dismantling.

Being a good scout requires not only strong strength and keen observation, but also the ability to master traps.

The latter is more important in the jungle.

"Be quiet, Job."

The strong lizard man not far away reprimanded and said, looking nervously at the small trap in front of him, the icy cold wind blew, and the ugly dark green face was dripping with white sweat.

"Okay, Captain Morley."

Job quieted down quickly, concentrating on dealing with the trap in front of him.

Simple dialogue, but you can see that Morley has an extraordinary position and influence in this lizardman team.

The fact is true, Morley is a lizardman scout on the path of transcendence.

Compared with human professionals, the lizardmen have inherent strength and physical advantages, especially after entering the extraordinary, the lizardmen's racial talent has not been weakened, but has been faintly strengthened.

Unless they are promoted to higher-level professionals, human professionals are inherently weaker when facing the transcendent lizardman.

Morley, or the scout squad that appeared in this snowy field, were elite scouts active in the northern part of the Besilik kingdom. They had fought against the army scouts of the Alan Faro Empire in Palauther Hill and survived.

This time it was dispatched by the Lizardman Temple to trek to Coker Jungle.

Of course, they knew the outcome of the war in the Great Plains of Sha'tar and the strength of Valoran's collar, so they appeared extremely cautious and vigilant.

"Captain, this trap is a bit more complicated than before." Job's voice sounded abruptly, shocking Morley in a cold sweat.

"Damn Job, didn't I ask you to be quiet?"

"Sorry, Captain, my trap has been disassembled..."

Job said aggrievedly, but his dark green face did not show the slightest grievance, but he looked at the small trap in front of Morley intently.

"Um... This seems a little different, it's not like a trap set by a human scout."

"It's those midgets (Yordle)!"

Hearing this, Morley suddenly stopped with his hands reaching out to the trap, turned his head to look at Job behind him, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

Thinking of the terrifying fighting power of those dwarf scouts, his expression was slightly solemn, and he quietly turned his gray pupils to look at the dark environment around him.

The main ship scout team is the main combat power that Valoran can dominate in the Kirkul Jungle.

In addition to their terrifying combat effectiveness, the delicate traps they laid have brought countless **** lessons to the lizardman scouts.

"OK!" Job's tone was very affirmative. Among the traps he disassembled, there were similar small and delicate traps.

Morley crawled on the snow, moved back gently, then stood up and patted Job's shoulder: "It's up to you, little guy."

Although Morley's strength is the strongest in the lizardman scout team, he admits that he can't compare to Job in terms of traps.

"Okay, Captain."

Job nodded solemnly, lay down on the snow, and slowly moved to the vicinity of the trap.

Snow and rotten leaves are mixed together, and small traps hide the edges of tree roots. Once someone steps on nearby snow or criss-crossing tree roots, it will detonate a deeply buried trap.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The subtle movement echoed in his ears, and Job did not change his color, gently sweeping away the muddy snow particles, clearing the rotten leaves, and turning over the muddy ground.

The surrounding lizardman scouts stepped back, staring with breathlessness, their hearts beating.

During the dark confrontation during this time, they deeply realized that the amazing strength of those dwarf scouts was far beyond their ability to compare.

Click!

Job took out a thin blade and followed the crack in the trap to pry open the mushroom-like metal shell.

It stared at the internal structure of the trap, a...a square-shaped mechanical board with a transparent red crystal embedded in the center, which was constantly flashing.

The crimson light reflected in Job's pupils, and the inexplicable danger suddenly spread from the depths of his soul to his mind, making his pale eyes instantly full of bloodshot eyes.

"run........."

Rumble!

In an instant, a huge roar resounded across the sky, covering Job's voice, a dark green magical energy gushing out from the small trap, directly engulfing the thin body of the lizardman scout.

Then the dark green magical energy exploded and burst, oppressing the surrounding cold air pressure, turning into layers of green air waves, impacting in all directions, setting off rotting leaves and muddy dust, and countless crystal snowflakes falling from the crown of the tree.

There was no time to react. All the lizardman scouts around, including Morley, were caught in the green waves, unable to extricate themselves.

Clang!

In the dim jungle, a sharp cold light appeared like a moon.

The Noxus scouts, armed with swords and sharp axes, rushed out from behind the trees, and indifferently slew the chaotic lizardman scout team.

The sword lifted and the axe fell, and the sticky blood spilled on the white snow, rendering a cruel picture.

"Roar!"

Morley, who was wearing heavy armor, let out a howl of anger and despair, and the majestic life energy poured out of his tall body, attached to the surface of the scaly skin.

From the explosion of the trap to the surprise attack by the Noxus scouts, in just a few seconds, the elite scout team it led had already lost more than half.

The anger dazzled his head, Morley raised the hideous mace, looked at the killing ten chief Noxus, opened his bloodthirsty eyes, and walked quickly.

The three lizard-men scouts who remained behind raised their heads, screaming sternly, and attacked likewise without fear of death.

boom!

The sharp axe and the mace fought, and a few sparks burst out, dotting the dark environment.

Facing Morley's fierce attack, the Noxus Captain was a little caught off guard, the extraordinary lizardman's strength was beyond expectation, but this was also the moment when he challenged the limit.

With the sharp axe flying, the Noxus captain exploded with all his strength very decisively, his excited eyes fixed on the lizardman scout's neck, as if he was expecting something.

It is a pity that the racial talents possessed by the lizardmen cannot completely erase the gap through personal skills.

Pouch!

The bright red blood blossoms bloomed, and the Noxus captain couldn't bear the huge force. He stepped back a few steps, the tiger's mouth in his hands cracked, and the black sharp axe he couldn't hold was embedded in the snow under his feet.

Taking this opportunity, Morley bullied himself up, his sturdy arms wrapped around the long neck of the Noxus tenureus like a python, and his life energy burst out, directly crushing the sturdy standard helmet, revealing a red-faced middle-aged man. The man's face.

"goodbye!"

The ferocious mace was held high, and Morley aimed at the head of the enemy in front of him, preparing to slam it down.

[Blind Blow Arrow]!

The branches of the tree canopy swayed, the members of the main ship scout team were exposed, and a sharp green light flashed from the mouth of the quiver in his hand, which accurately hit Morley's head.

Bang!

As soon as the members of the main ship scout team landed, they jumped up high, took out the scimitar hung from their waist, and wiped the enemy's throat with lightning speed.

The slender green silk thread spread along the cracks in the scale armor, Morley's raised arm fell weakly, and the mace fell into the snow.

puff!

The sticky, stenchy blood dripped like a bath, pouring on the face of the Noxus tenor, calling his attention back.

Noxians are not afraid of death, but it does not mean that they yearn for death.

"End the battle as soon as possible, and we must continue to move forward." The members of the main ship scout team whispered, and the small size broke out fatal damage in the short confrontation.

Before turning his head, he looked at the broken body near the trap, showing a pity, very good scout talent, in time, he can become a top scout.

The Captain Noxus nodded slightly, reorganized the queue, followed the steps of the members of the main ship scout team, and dived into the darkening jungle.

The gloomy night, the stars are shining.

Looking at the vast Coker jungle at this time, the brutal fighting that took place here is only a microcosm of a small war.

Since Timo gave the order, the Noxus scouts and the main ship scout team have been like a torrent of darkness, and have counterattacked the wave of scouts spreading out of the Besilik Kingdom.

Gnolls and lizardmen who pursue killing do not wait to die. They follow their hearts and decisively launch an endless attack.

The dark armor and dark green body crazily intertwined and vanished in this icy jungle, and countless red blood infested the snow-white world.

Compared to the silence of the Noxian and Yordle.

The howling of the jackals and the roar of the lizardmen gathered together to play a wild and wild offensive rhapsody, breaking the silent jungle environment.

They trample on snow, destroy trees, and look for enemies.

Death began to come frequently.

The Valoran collar and the kingdom of Besilik have devoted more and more scouts to meet the battles under the snowy night after another.

Soon, the Besilik kingdom fell into a decline in the war.

Countless jackal scouts and lizardman scouts left young lives, covered with bright red snow, and Valoran collars also paid a high price for this.

However, the two sides did not choose to stop, but intensified, leaving countless traces of battle in this pale Kockel jungle.

The night is getting darker, and the stars in the sky are falling a little bit of blue light.

Timo stood quietly on a small hill, looking out at the scarlet Kockel jungle, with the corpses of lizardmen and jackals piled at his feet.

The gloomy jungle in front of me is like a slaughter mill constantly throwing in prey, devouring countless lives.

This is war, a brutal death slaughterhouse.

It will never change with personal will, and it will never end with endless death. No matter how great a hero is, he cannot change the situation by himself.

The figures behind Teemo kept flashing, either the Noxus scouts, the shadow streamers, or the main ship scout team, they whispered, bringing the latest intelligence information on the Scarlet War.

The loss of Valoran's scouts, the key attack directions of the Jackal scouts and the Lizardman scouts, and most importantly, the number of regiments in the Kingdom of Besilik.

"Are they crazy? They actually weakened the defense against the Ailan Faro Empire and dispatched many northern lizardmen tribes to the Koker jungle?"

Timo's expression was extremely solemn, and his thoughts continued to flow in his heart.

The relationship between the Kingdom of Besilik and the Empire of Alan Faro is quite tense, and the battle scenes of Palau Se hills are still vivid.

But why did the Besilik Kingdom dispatch the northern lizardmen tribe this time? Is it an unknown agreement with the Ailan Faro Empire?

The news brought back by the main ship scout team that broke through the blockade---

The number of Legionnaires mobilized by the Kingdom of Bessilik this time exceeded 100,000, with flags flying across the mountains and plains.

Among them are the totem flags of many northern tribes, and there are also a large number of Jackal clans.

This is only a preliminary estimate. As for the actual number of soldiers in the Besilik Kingdom, it will take some time to determine.

Rumble!

Surging magical energy suddenly appeared in the night sky~www.mtlnovel.com~ A huge green beam of light rose into the sky, attracting Teemo's attention.

"Lizardman priest!"

Every lizardman priest is a wise man born from the lizardman tribe.

They are favored by the lizard-men gods and become god-given leaders, and they have good magical talents, able to communicate with nature's energy.

In the jungle, the [Intermediate Spell: Perspective] mastered by the lizardman priests can perfectly detect the hidden figures of the scouts, and then command the guards beside them to deal fatal blows to the scouts.

This is the advantage of legal professionals. It is far more troublesome and annoying than Jackal heavy armored warriors and camouflage scouts.

Teemo looked at the magical movement in the distance. Although it disappeared quickly, he still felt the breath of the main ship scout team.

This should be an accidental encounter between the main ship scout team and the squad led by the lizardman priest, and then a fierce battle broke out immediately.

As for the final victory?

He didn't think his main ship scout team would lose.

Remember, never underestimate the power of the scout's commandments.

"Huh? What does that mean? Legendary breath." Timo looked into the jungle in the distance, the color of contempt gleaming on his beige face.

"After all, can't bear the loss, do you forcibly intervene?"

In his perception, a secret legendary aura in the direction of the Besilik Kingdom escaped into the dark jungle, slowly approaching the flesh and blood mills on both sides.

"Victory belongs to Valoran collar!"

Teemo waved his hand, and took the lead to escape into the shadows of the night. There was a dim electric light and a dark green shadow behind him, quietly following, and at the same time disappearing.

Note: The height of the Yordle is similar to that of a dwarf. In the case of the Besilik Kingdom not knowing the race, it is easy to be mistaken for a dwarf or a dwarf.

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