Chapter 592

Corker jungle.

The primitive jungle in the eastern part of the behlik Kingdom, close to the ebony province of Valoran, once belonged to the tribal territory of the koker tribe.

After the war in shatar plain, almost all the living forces of the koker tribe were defeated and destroyed by the noxas Legion.

This dark and silent jungle has become a place of chaos.

Valoran and behlik Kingdom have successively invested countless scouts and soldiers to spy, fight, kill and destroy in this complex jungle terrain.

The cold wind blows across the sky, like an eagle flapping its wings, overlooking the dense jungle below.

Countless symmetrical and strange giant trees stand on the earth like a famous soldier. The crown of the tree rustles on top of the head, and the accumulated snow shakes and sprinkles some snow particles.

The fallen branches were eroded by the cold, wrapped in a layer of broken ice and rippled in the air.

The leafy ground is crisscrossed like a dragon, with ferns, lichens, mosses and other plants. Occasionally, poisonous insects, snakes and ants climb the ground.

The deeper into the forest, the more dense the trees are. The smell of strange smell fills the air, and the air is filled with an unspeakable sense of depression.

The snow-white jungle environment is silent.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and the treetops sounded like a falling wave, causing wonderful changes.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Accompanied by the dull footsteps, a jackal team of about ten people braved the severe cold to enter the jungle area. The damaged lock armor was covered with a layer of blood stained clothes. They moved forward carefully, and their turbid dark green eyes looked around warily.

"Jackal scouts?"

In the dark corner of the canopy, the armored Knox scouts crawled in the snow, and their calm and indifferent eyes looked at the slowly moving jackal team.

Their dark armor was covered with a layer of mottled snow-white flannelette, which was very similar to the surrounding environment and almost integrated.

"Hey, guys, it seems that those ugly lizards can't bear the loss and send these dirty guys to die." the joking voice echoed quietly, and the look of the noxas scouts looked a little relaxed.

This is normal. In the scouting war in the corker jungle, the Valoran leadership has a considerable advantage and won much more than the behlik kingdom.

"Don't give up your vigilance. Maybe it's their tricks. Haven't the previous lessons been profound enough?" the foremost commander of the Knox x Centurion said in a deep voice. As a scout captain, he had seen too many tragedies and conspiracies in this primitive jungle.

Lizard scouts especially like to send their appendages: jackal warriors, who wade through dangerous areas with their fragile lives. In case of any danger, it will be jackal warriors, not them, who will die.

What's more, taking the Jackal warriors as bait to lure the scouts led by Valoran, they will take the opportunity to attack and reap the final victory.

"Yes!"

The Knox scouts behind them gathered their relaxed faces and hid their bodies in the snow like a solid rock.

Perhaps aware that there was no danger, the Jackal team in the distance tried to disperse, kept a supporting distance from each other, began to search the surrounding dangerous areas and completed the orders issued by the lizard tribe.

In the dark and cold snow environment, a pair of dark green eyes have a bloodthirsty desire. Frequent fighting and fighting have already aroused the desire of jackals to kill. Although they have suffered heavy losses, they have never retreated.

The great jackal God yenogu fangs is watching this jungle battlefield.

The hard branches swayed and beat the broken lock armor, leaving white marks.

Step by step, the Jackal scouts waved their spears and swords to clean up what they thought was their hiding place. Because those hateful human soldiers like to raid these places and give them a heavy blow.

Time passed quietly, and footprints of different depths were covered in the ice and snow jungle.

The Jackal scouts had surveyed most of the surrounding area and approached a dark corner of the canopy. They looked tired.

This is the result of continuous vigilance. The energy of any intelligent creature is limited and it is impossible to focus on its own state for a long time, especially in a dangerous environment.

Most importantly, these jackal scouts did not know that all their actions had been exposed under the eyes of the Scouts of Knox. With their approach, there were deep murders.

One step, two steps, three steps

The stride of the pace startled several snowflakes to fall, covered the eyes of the commander of Knox, and a cold color twinkled in his pupils: "we can't wait any longer. Whether there are lizards in the dark or not, we must do it."

Boom!

The snowflakes piled up on the ground were scattered, and layers of mottled snow-white flannelette were lifted. The Knox scouts in Dark Armor exposed their figures, squatted on the tree root ground, raised their bows and crossbows indifferently, and aimed at the Jackal team close at hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bowstring is slightly loud and the sound of breaking the air is heard. Ten crossbows and arrows scratch beautiful traces between the trees and accurately hit the Jackal scouts.

The bright red blood blooms on the body of the Jackal scouts in the front row. The cold arrow easily penetrates the key armor, and then pierces the fur and fat layer, deeply embedded into the body.

Close range bow and crossbow shooting directly causes maximum damage and instantly takes away five jackal scouts.

"Kill!"

With a low roar, the commander of the noxas ten took the lead in discarding the bow and crossbow, rushed into the Jackal array, and waved his sword.

More than half of the Knox scouts behind him followed silently and rushed into the battlefield. Some Knox scouts squatted on the ground and filled with crossbows and arrows.

In order to be easy to carry and pursue lethality, the bows and crossbows carried by the soldiers of the noxas corps are basically single shot and easy to destroy. They are not left to lizards and jackals.

"Ow!"

The fierce howl sounded. After being ambushed and attacked, the Jackal scouts not only did not choose to retreat, but charged forward, with blood in their ferocious dark green eyes.

Life energy emerged, and both sides carried out endless killing in this narrow area, breaking the inherent silence of the jungle.

Four or five minutes later.

The battle gradually subsided, and the gushing blood covered the snow like delicate roses.

Compared with the combat effectiveness of the Knox scouts, the Jackal scouts are obviously inferior, not to mention that they have lost more than half before the battle.

Pooh!

The commander of Knox took out his sword from the neck of the jackal in front of him, and the sputtered smelly blood dyed his armor red. He looked at the end of the battlefield around him and gently shook his head.

As expected, they killed all the Jackal scouts in a rolling posture.

"Clean the battlefield!"

When the order was given, all the Knox scouts moved quickly to collect the jackals' ears or heads, which would represent their merit and glory, and they would bury the broken bodies.

With the continuous tension between the Valoran collar and the behlik Kingdom, the corker jungle has long turned into a flesh and blood mill. However, the two sides maintain a tacit understanding that they will clean up the bodies after the battle to prevent the plague.

"Huh?"

It seemed that he noticed something strange. The commander of Knox immediately said, "withdraw, withdraw immediately!"

Upon hearing the order, the Scouts of noxas resolutely stopped dealing with the battlefield and hid into the deep jungle in mottled snow-white flannelette.

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Tea Kung Fu.

This smelly battlefield welcomes three elite lizard scouts. The dark green tall body is covered with different styles of solid armor, some of which are made by themselves, and some of which are standard armor from Knox.

They took a look at the results of the battlefield, quickly sent a lizard scout back to the rear, and the rest began to disperse around the battlefield to pursue the trace of the noxas scout.

Such scenes are frequently staged in the corker jungle. Some Knox scouts win and leave safely; Others are deeply surrounded by lizards and buried in the dense jungle and snow.

The wave of war began to spread slowly, surging to the periphery of the corker jungle and to the ebony province led by Valoran.