League of Legends Invades Another World

In the starry night, a little red blood invades the snow-white world, and the fallen horses will make a sad cry from time to time.

The figure in dark armor, with the help of the reflected starlight, walked in the battlefield that had just ended. The lance in his hand didn't care about the enemy's life and death, stabbed his head one by one, and the sprayed blood was mixed with the white brain.

"Lord Gregory, the enemy has been cleared and nothing has been left out," said a Knox imperial cavalry to the newspaper.

Looking back at the bleak battlefield, Gregory showed bloodthirsty light in his indifferent eyes, shook off the fine flesh and blood stained on the black cavalry gun, and said coldly: "send someone to inform general dreus that he has entered the warning range of the enemy scouts!"

"The rest, move on!"

The dull sound of horses' hoofs sounded, leaving traces all the way on the backlog of snow. The falling snow danced. In a moment, there was no trace.

Ten miles behind, dreus led the noxas team forward against the wind and snow. After receiving the message from Gregory, he waved to the team to stop.

In the cold wind and snow weather, dreus slightly frowned and thought, which was different from the original plan. However, as a general of the Knox Empire, he was not surprised. He should never underestimate the enemy. This was a profound lesson he learned when he fought in fredrode.

"Wassman!"

Behind him, a knight in heavy armor with three dents on his back rode forward, pointed his right lance at the snow and said respectfully, "general!"

"Trefari's Legion soldiers are divided into 10 teams, each of which leads five Knights of the noxas empire. As scouts, they all disperse." dreus's fierce tiger like eyes twinkle with crazy killing intention, and the cold words freeze through the wind and snow.

"I don't want to see any enemy before I enter the hills of Aaron."

"Yes, general!"

However, 10 scouts scattered the falling snowflakes and quickly disappeared into the snow at night. Then the stopped team began to move on.

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The Yellow campfire lit up the silent camp, and occasionally the war horses made a short snort, and then returned to silence.

It was not until a sudden sound of horse hoofs crashed into the gate of the camp that a trace of confusion was caused. Torches lit one after another surrounded the gate of the camp, and there was a faint sound of inquiry.

Soon, the tent in the center of the camp lit up magic lights, and the night guard hurried to the surrounding tents to convey orders.

Angelina opened the heavy curtain of the tent and unexpectedly found many people sitting inside, gently shaking off the snowflakes on the magic robe. She sat in the reserved left position, smiled at the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle Lloyd!"

Lloyd Rupert Jeffrey, the Viscount of the Kingdom, has the strength of great knights, the deputy head of the iron thorn cavalry corps, the powerful figure of the Jeffrey family, and now the nominal commander of this team.

For Angelina's greetings, viscount Lloyd nodded slightly. He knew very well that the expedition of the iron thorn cavalry Corps was just to add a little beautiful qualification to Angelina.

Because Angelina is not only the eldest daughter of the Jeffrey family, but also has the most outstanding mage talent of the Jeffrey family in recent 100 years. Before the glorious memorial day, she successfully broke through and became an official mage, attracting the attention of many mages of violet mage tower.

Maybe the Jeffrey family will welcome a female Archduke again!

His eyes were slightly patrolling several people in the tent. Viscount Lloyd said in a deep voice: "the scouts have reported that they have encountered the enemy near the Aaron hills. They have been seriously injured and have sacrificed four teams of integrated scouts."

"Dark Armor, with face armor and red horses! The enemy seems to be somewhat similar to the information provided by Emerson."

Viscount Lloyd turned his head and looked at Baron Emerson sitting at the bottom of his right hand. His faint tone had an undisguised intention of killing. Did only less than a hundred cavalry dare to launch a scout war?

Subconsciously swallowing, Baron Emerson's brain is turning wildly. Is it really modrian's subordinate? How dare he be so bold and crazy?

"Lord Lloyd, are you sure how many scouts there are? Can it be that modrian wants to put all his eggs in one basket before he dies?"

"Uncertain number!" Viscount Lloyd looked coldly at Emerson and then said to Angelina, "the battle ahead is fierce. Shall we continue to send scouts?"

"Uncle Lloyd, you are the commander. Don't care about my existence."

The crisp voice dispelled the repressive atmosphere in the tent, and the emerald eyes of Angelina glittered with interesting light.

His eyes were slightly restrained. Viscount Lloyd turned his head and didn't look at Angelina. He stretched out his right hand and pointed it on the military sand map in front of him. He said in a deep voice: "according to the Scout's intelligence and combat range, the enemy's intention may have two points. First, it's unlikely to gradually erode our strength in a guerrilla way."

"Second, the other side seems to want to force us to fight in the Aaron hills. It is a very favorable choice for them if the enemy is the second son of the Peres family."

"Ha, it's a good idea to choose complex terrain to fight with the iron thorn cavalry regiment. The enemy's commander looks interesting," said Viscount Lloyd with a smile, which gradually disappeared until it became cold.

"But it also depends on whether we agree!"

"Quiller, send out your iron thorn cavalry as scouts. I need to know the specific situation of Aaron's hills at the first time, and even I want some prisoners."

"Yes, Lord Lloyd!" the forward armored knight on the right side of the tent got up to salute and left the tent quickly.

I smell the smell of war. What a familiar smell!

Viscount Lloyd's eyes locked tightly on the topographic map in front of him. He was waiting for the news in front. He thought it was a meaningless war. Now, he could finally mention a desire to fight.

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The falling snowflakes seem to fall from the stars, shining disorderly blue and melting into the snow.

The dull sound of horses' hoofs came over, splashing snow at the starting point. Figures shuttled under the silent snow night, and the sharp lance was white.

Suddenly, the two scouts met. With the scattered starlight, they stagnated slightly, and then the diffuse killing intention dispersed the snowflakes.

The dark figure and dark green figure are wildly intertwined and destroyed in the snow night. No one cares about the fallen companions. In his eyes, there is only the appearance of the enemy, and the sticky blood is stained with his body and weapons.

The silent battle between Scouts is fierce and pathetic!

Even if they win the final victory, the remaining scouts will not deal with the tragic battlefield, because they will go to the next investigation site.

Death began to come frequently.

But neither side stopped and continued to send scouts frantically to meet the battles under the snow night after snow night.

Taking Aaron's Hill as the dividing point, in the pale ice and snow world, it leaves a red blood everywhere, rendering a tragic and gorgeous war hell.