Chapter 483

At Fort forsboro, a cold wind swept the sky.

Once the strongest military fortress in heimu Province, in the plundering war launched by lizard people, it buried tens of thousands of human lives and became the source of plague.

Fate revolves around. Now it has become a gathering place for the koker tribe. Flags are flying and horns are everywhere. Lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers can be seen everywhere.

As far as I can see, the fortress is still haunted by the smell of dilapidation, but after repair, the collapsed city walls and watchtowers are rebuilt, and the once magnificent appearance is faintly seen.

In the center of the fortress, felt tents are dotted.

North Corker, the old shaman priest, leaned over the paper and carefully studied the map of heimu province. The striking and bright red line went straight into the hinterland from yinsongxing province.

Sporadic green flags represent lizard scouts, struggling to support in the endless spread offensive.

"What's going on recently? Why is the attack led by Valoran suddenly fierce?" North murmured low, and the blood in his eyes told of his recent reversed life.

Doubts emerge in the heart, but more powerless.

Camouflage scouts, the elite branch of the koker tribe, suffered heavy losses in the previous scouts' confrontation.

Winter frost, red light, mechanical bombs, and the roar and explosion of night.

Memory fragments rolled in his mind, north half narrowed his eyes, and the confrontation of that night appeared in his turbid pupil.

Human like intelligent life like dwarves and dwarfs has no less power than lizard scouts, and even stronger. After the explosion like a fireworks show, they chased and killed the defeated camouflage scouts wantonly.

Da Da! Da Da! Da Da!

The hurried footsteps sounded outside the tent, interrupted North's thoughts, looked up at the fur curtain, aimed at the pro guard captain, whose armor was still stained with blood.

"What's the matter?" North asked in a deep voice, trembling in his heart.

"Lord north, I went to hand over the scouts on time today, but I was intercepted on the way." the pro guard captain whispered, hoarse and powerless.

"Of the hundred people who went to the team, only more than ten people escaped back."

"High probability... The returning scout team is completely destroyed..."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, the leader of the pro guard looked at the tribal shaman priest in front of him, looking very sad: "how long will we hold on? The military strength led by Valoran completely exceeded our expectations."

"All eyes and ears are lost. There is no complete scouts in the tribe. They are all scattered outside. Scouts return to the embrace of our Lord Samuel Anya all the time."

North got up, went to the captain of the guard, stared at his tired eyes and his strong body full of scars, and was silent.

"Wait, wait! The tribe can support... The war in the southeast is coming to an end."

The news of the great defeat of the noble coalition of stoke Kingdom has already spread to the corker tribe, and the dawn of victory is near. As long as we break through Limon Tanlu, even the legendary shot behind the Valoran collar will not pose a threat.

Lifting the fur curtain, North walked out of the tent and saw that the atmosphere in the fortress was slightly depressed, which was the consequence of continuous failure.

He also wanted to change the current situation, but Valoran didn't give the opportunity at all, especially those elite and short humanoid intelligent lives.

"May Samuel Anya bless the koker tribe!"

North looked up slightly at the dark night. The dim stars were hidden behind the dark clouds. Gradually, a little white catkins fell from the clouds.

"Is it... Snow?" North hesitated first, then changed his look and laughed wildly.

"Ha ha, it's snowing! It's snowing!"

Snow blocked the offensive, and the koker tribe rekindled hope.

......

......

The night was hazy, and the glittering and translucent snowflakes fell from the sky, but after a while, white traces could be seen on the plain ground.

Quinn gently stretched out his left hand, the snowflakes falling on the palm melted slowly, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

She looked at Fort fosbairo. A dozen lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers made a fire in the open space around the city wall, chewing bloody flesh.

Now it's time for rotation, and they are replenishing their strength for the upcoming guard.

Snowflakes were flying. Quinn watched the soldiers' movements and raised the crossbow gently.

In war, a small mistake can kill a team, and the lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers in front of them have made a big mistake.

But Quinn was patient and patient.

The fourth commandment: grinding without phosphorus, Nirvana without cessation.

In the field of vision, there is still a lack of an important soldier - the camouflage scout of lizard man.

In the continuous scout war, although camouflage scouts suffered heavy losses at the beginning, their strength has been recognized by Timo and they have a very good scout combat power.

Hoo Hoo!

Suddenly, the cold wind blew snowflakes.

At the corner of the city wall, in the dark shadow, snowflakes fall and wave lightly.

A slightly short lizard soldier showed his figure, seemed to be aware of the exposure, moved gently, hid the floating snowflakes, and quietly disappeared.

"I found you."

Quinn smiled. Even if the camouflage scouts were integrated with the surrounding environment again, she believed that her partner wallow had marked each other.

Looking up at the sky, a dark blue figure hid the clouds.

"The Fifth Commandment: wait for the opportunity and make a decision!"

With the help of starlight, Quinn crawled on the ground, gently raised his right hand, clenched his fist and made a slight circle, indicating that he could arrange the attack.

She knew Timo in the back could see it clearly.

However, in a moment, the plain outside the fortress became more and more shadowy, interwoven with the landing snow, and full of a killing atmosphere.

"The Sixth Commandment: fight together and make a quick decision!"

[intrusion]!

[harassment: Quinn fights side by side with her partner, high mobility Falcon wallow.

Wallow will periodically mark the enemy as vulnerable for a certain period of time. Quinn's first ordinary attack on vulnerable targets will cause additional physical damage.]

The golden light blooms in Quinn's eyes, like the pupil of an eagle, firmly locking the camouflage scouts integrated with the environment, and the light golden aperture overflows the void.

Quinn got up, rushed forward and raised his left hand as he approached the camp.

The silver crossbow pointed at the camouflage scout from a distance.

Buzz!

There was a slight sound of breaking the air, and a black crossbow and arrow crossed the snow and went straight into the head of the camouflage scout.

Green blood sputtered, soaked out the hidden figure, and then immediately fell to the ground silently.

The right hand supported the ground, Quinn rolled forward, and then the second and third crossbows penetrated the chest of the lizard soldiers around the campfire.

The remaining lizard soldiers and jackal soldiers reacted quickly and wanted to shout, but they didn't want to see a main ship scout soldier not far behind them.

When the arrow blows, it reaps life like death, cold and ruthless.

Boom!

Quinn half knelt to aim, and the silver crossbow shot a sharp arrow into the back of the fleeing jackal soldier, penetrating out of his chest.

With a bang, the Jackal soldiers fell forward and lost all their breath of life.

"It's over." Quinn knelt motionless and carefully watched the movement under the wall to ensure that there were no hidden camouflage scouts nearby. She didn't stand up until there was a sound of snowflakes dancing in her ears.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Quinn frowned slightly, took out a small medicine bottle from his waist and fell to the ground.

Light green smoke rose, and in a moment, the smell of blood in the air disappeared.

The product from the research team of Zuan alchemy technology is suitable for small-scale combat and eliminates the traces of post-war.

This battlefield, which has ended, is just a corner of fosbairo fortress at the moment, but because it is led by Quinn, it ends very quickly.

Along the dark night, overlooking the snowflake dancing city wall.

The dim starlight, the sudden arrow blowing, and the flashing blood dagger interweave a blood picture.

In the picture, the soldiers of the koker tribe are dying, their voices are swallowed up in the cold wind, and disappear with the glittering snowflakes.

Unknowingly, the bloody battle has gradually spread from the city wall to the city gate and watchtower area, and even penetrated deeper.