In order to relieve Quinn and the others' tension, Tiffany climbed up a high slope carrying a giant blade to exchange information with them. The frozen blood stuck to her fur clothes, making her look like a ferocious giant beast.
, a fierce breath hit his face.
"What do you call it?" She grinned.
"Demacia Ranger, Quinn."
Quinn stepped forward and reached out to shake her hand. Without being polite to Tiffani, he went straight to the point: "Have you ever seen a non-Freljord army in the mountains?"
"army?"
Tiffany chewed the word: "If you are talking about the tribe and your existence outside of Demacia, then there is none."
"No..." Quinn sighed with regret: "Can you please tell me the scope of recent activities? We are tracking down that mysterious army."
Tiffany nodded noncommittally: "What army?"
"It's okay to tell you." Quinn said solemnly: "We found traces of the Noxian army in the Owendale Mountains. We suspect that they may want to help the tribes moving south. You Avarosa
You should also be wary of counterattacks from the tribes you forced to go south."
"oh?!"
Tiffany narrowed her eyes slightly: "The Noxians...haven't Winter's Claw taught them enough lessons? Ha!"
"If that's the case, it's not impossible to tell you the scope of our activities." She laughed ferociously: "Those cowards would not dare to be enemies with Avarosa even if they had the backing of the Noxians! But I will return.
The tribe will inform the War Mother about this situation!"
"Thank you very much."
Quinn sighed, if Avarosa was willing to contribute in the northern battlefield, why would the war situation be so anxious...
It's just that Avarosa's war mother has always focused on the other two enemies.
"Please keep this news secret, so as not to let the news leak out and put those Noxians on guard."
"I know!"
Tiffany waved her hand and inserted the giant blade into the snow: "Do you have a map? Bring it. I will tell you the activity areas of our tribes responsible for eliminating traitors. I hope that if you encounter someone who does not belong to Avaro
Sa’s tribe can also tell us.”
No one would refuse something that would benefit both parties. Quinn happily took out the map and handed it to Tiffany.
"Well, your Demacian map is really detailed. It's a good thing!"
Tiffany touched the map's exquisite workmanship and drawing with envy.
The two followers, Chai Anping and Partridge, stood behind Quinn and guarded Quinn. They couldn't help but smile when they saw that Tiffany had enclosed a large area of snowfields and foothills - they could save a lot of distance!
Don't underestimate these tribes who hunt in the snow. Their ability to track in the snow is not even inferior to that of Quinn who has Valor!
The information was handed over quickly, and Quinn also informed Tiffany of the places they had searched in the past few days, saving them a trip in vain.
"Then that's it, we need to continue hunting down the traitors."
The burly woman drew her knife gracefully, turned around and slid down the snow slope.
Under her leadership, the bright red tribe disappeared on the next high slope of the snow mountain and began to look for the next fight.
"Let's continue."
Quinn watched these powerful warriors leave and then put away the map.
Being able to become the "executioner" of a large tribe, to some extent, indicates the powerful combat power possessed by the Scarlet Snake. That amazing combat ability even caused Chai Anping to experience a mad fight with the Freljord in a fantasy world.
Soldiers on the battlefield also feel a little thirsty.
The broken limbs and arms down the slope were gradually buried by the wind and snow.
Chai Anping looked at the distant skyline with his deep eyes.
Wrapping up the hood of the cloak, he turned around and continued on his way.
Walking down the mountain, there were more and more traces of various creatures on the white snow. As night fell, they found a small cave and killed a leopard with snow-white fur hiding inside.
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After many days, the three of them were finally able to drink hot broth again, and Chai Anping couldn't help but smile with joy. [I emphasize again, please never eat wild game (dog heads save your life)]
The small pot was filled with a strong aroma, and Partridge, who had almost caused a big disaster earlier, was lowering his head at the entrance of the cave and humbly asking Quinn for advice on how to conceal his scent.
Chai Anping was amazed at this scene. The military is the best place to change a person. This cliché does not lie.
Even such a playboy began to learn to consciously make up for his shortcomings after experiencing a difficult life for a few days.
And let alone him, he himself has also changed tremendously in the past few days.
When trekking in the snowy mountains, physical strength control is a major factor, and it is also a skill that he has never been able to control.
But these days he is simply self-taught...
Otherwise, even with the assistance of Cabuno's Mixture, he may have become a drag on the team.
Now even if Quinn sticks her butt out and asks him to kick her...well, she might still be willing to kick her.
And this is only a small part of his changes!
Under the cover of night, darkness soon penetrated from the entrance of the cave, and soon only the faint light emitted by the black stone remained in the cave.
In the dark night, the [Magic Weapon: Jackdaw] carried by Chai Anping will become more active. As its owner, Chai Anping can feel that it is greedily devouring the rich dark magic power in the night.
However, it is a pity that even after so many days of charging, the energy possessed by the magic weapon still does not meet the minimum requirements for using the first active skill Hell Gaze, let alone the even greater power and loss of control.
The only one of the three skills that was on was the unconsumed [Prayer]. Chai An lay flat in his sleeping bag and couldn't help but think about what he wanted to pray for in his current situation.
Get a fireplace, WiFi, mobile phone and computer, and a bottle of ice-cold Coke...
Let’s live together! A comfortable fat house life!
Soon he fell into a beautiful dreamland, bringing with him the happiness of his previous life.
Partridge sat in the corner of the cave and kept vigil, his eyes bright and his attitude extremely positive.
After several days of inspection, he was finally able to assume the responsibility of keeping vigil alone, which relieved Quinn's burden a lot.
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A ten-man team wearing black iron armor and fleece jackets walked through the night. There were three dots in the shape of an equilateral triangle on the tight breastplate. There were two more wearing leather armor with dark red edges.
Walk at the front of the line.
In the center of the team was a white-haired middle-aged woman wearing a black slim-fitting robe and holding a long-handled iron scepter. Her eyes were indifferent and she was the core of the team.
The two war masons would stay away from the team from time to time to scan the surroundings.
"There are traces of Demacia scouts ahead!"
"Um?"
The woman's brows were raised, and the corners of her mouth slowly revealed a cruel arc: