Chapter 6: Painehurst
Looking at the centaur in front of him, revealing a confused and innocent look, Christina frowned slightly, and used the language of the woods, restating his desire to court. But ------ the other party seems to be completely unable to understand?
"The chief is asking you a question! Little pony! What is your name? What tribe are you from? Why are you all alone?" The hundreds of sturdy horses and men clad in animal skins and armed with bows and arrows behind the female chieftain revealed a complex picture of envy and jealousy as they slowly surrounded Liu Yuan.
The Blood Fury clan is a nomadic, matriarchal society. The men go out hunting and herding, while the women are responsible for gathering and growing fruits and vegetables at home; leading and handling the various things within the clan. Of course, the clan, only the women have the right to choose their own spouses, and rely on their own bloodline to maintain the absolute rule of the family for the clan.
"Does it mean that you don't speak the language of the Wood Race?" Christina cocked her head curiously, and her delicate jade hand, as if she was manipulating a doll, gently kneaded Liu Yuan's pale and handsome face, and tentatively switched to the common language. Well, he really still can't understand.
"He doesn't speak Wood, he doesn't understand Common, he's terrified? Or just an idiot? How about I try [Animal Talking Art]?" A centaur druid with green vines wrapped around his arms and his head clad in stag fur hesitantly stepped forward with his orange colored hooves.
"Please ------ can you use your brain before you speak, are you trying to insult our entire centaur herd, including yourself, as animals of low intelligence?" A petite black mare, breathlessly raised a demonic and stunning young face. Raising her petite and tender arms high in the air, she helplessly patted the brown centaur's shoulder and gestured for him to back off. "It's better for me to do this kind of thing."
Liu Yuan followed the sound and turned his head to look. This pure black female centaur, in the herd of horses quite conspicuous. Other centaurs' skin, are white or yellowish, but her skin, is an extremely rare dark brown, soft brown curls, hanging over a beautiful face full of exotic moods, lazily resting on top of the fox skin scarf that surrounds her slender neck.
This black-skinned beauty, than those of her tall and robust compatriots, a full three turns, thin body only five feet tall, this size in the eyes of the centaurs, equivalent to the eyes of humans short deformed dwarf. When the centaur warriors were gazing at her, their eyes were filled with contempt and disdain, but it didn't matter in Liu Yuan's eyes, most humans are face creatures, and her beautiful face, like Christina's, was very much in line with human aesthetics.
"Just in time, sister." Christina glanced back gently and locked her blazing gaze back on top of the pale centaur's body. "Help me put in a [Tongue]."
"Yes, Lord Chief." The black-skinned mare said the word "chief" deliberately very heavy, slender fingers, slowly from the waist pulled out a body of emerald green, like a gemstone like dazzling slender harp, only to see her sprinkle some white crystalline particles on the two, and then played a small heart-warming melancholy music, Liu Yuan blinked, the surrounding centaurs The cacophony of conversations that did not know what was going on was slowly turning into words that he could understand!
Another inexplicable magic, if I could do this, grade 6 English listening must be able to get a good score ------
"I can only maintain this spell for one hour and twenty minutes now, please "Lord Chief" talk as soon as possible." The black-skinned mare flipped her fingers and took the emerald green flute back to her waist.
"Mmmmm, thanks!" Christina couldn't suppress her excitement, and countless questions smashed into Liu Yuan's face like a series of pearls. "Beautiful pony? Look at your elegant body and soft coat, I am afraid you are not yet an adult, right? What is your name? Why are you alone and being hunted by humans? Oh, and finally, which clan are you from? This horrible white frost that has lasted for decades has torn countless clans apart. Maybe we were still a family before the [Great Schism]!"
"Trouble, I just like a fool not a word of performance, and do not understand the persona of centaur language, I am afraid that they have been suspicious ------ they attacked the human but a more ruthless, I do not have to think of a lie to hide!" Liu Yuan's dark eyes turned, quickly sorted out the clues obtained so far.
That rouge blazing horse, I do not know what method to use the lower part of their own horse body, to confirm their ------ no, is Sukhba's age. That horse colt is still a month short of three years old, not yet adult ------
Hell, am I still a fucking virgin in the eyes of a mare in heat?
Wait, she said "this horrible white frost has been going on for more than a decade, and it's getting worse ------ three years old, more than a decade! There it is!
"Ahem." Liu Yuan cleared his throat for a moment. Pretending to have an extremely sad expression, he slowly uttered the lie he had just finished conceiving. "My name is Liu Yuan. When I was one year old, our tribe was on its way to move south and ran out of all supplies. The exhausted tribe was completely crushed by hundreds and thousands of hungry and ferocious monsters. The surviving clansmen, like drifting in the rain, scattered. I escaped alone from the ruins of my home, for two years, has been wandering in the snow and ice. Originally did not learn much of the language, because there has been no one to talk to me, and now I have almost forgotten."
"Another tribe was destroyed on the way to move south ah ------" listening to each other's made-up lies, Christina's demonic face, filled with a sad look, she silently lowered her head, for the non-existent fellow souls, sent the most sincere blessing.
"Don't worry! From now on, you're not alone, not anymore! Me! Chief of the Blood Fury Clan: Christina, allows you to join my tribe!" After the eulogy, the rouge blazing horse returned to her old kind of genteel and enthusiastic appearance. She tenderly patted Liu Yuan's satin-like soft pale coat. The corners of her seductive mouth blossomed into a cunning smile. "I will provide a place for you to stay. As long as you promise, become my spouse."
"But, Slip Round? What the hell kind of name? As your chief, I'll give you a new one! [Peinhus]! It means: pale horse!" Christina proudly raised her charming and delicate face, as if naming the clan member was a great event.
"------" Liu Yuan stared speechlessly at the female chief in front of him. Up directly courting, is the girl here so passionate and spontaneous?
Although her bewitching face under the red hair, churlish. But the lower half of the body is a horse!
Although the two tempting snowy peaks on her chest, waves. But the lower half of the body is a horse!
Although her shapely and seductive body is filled with a sense of wild beauty, the lower half of her fucking body is a horse!!!
You're kidding! If you say your thing grows between the two hind hooves, then the female centaurs should be the same! Damn if I really agreed, this pale snowfield underfoot, I'm afraid will be paved with their own broken into dregs of three!!!
"Ah, beautiful Ms. Christina, you are the chief of a clan, while I am just a lonely soul who doesn't even have a clan member, this ------ is not appropriate, right?" Liu Yuan carefully chose his wording. Avoid angering the tall people who had surrounded several circles around them.
"But Pinehurst you are beautiful." Christina said indifferently.
"Eh, I am not very talented, and you saw it, that strange man who can turn into an eagle, almost rubbed me on the ground. You, on the other hand, are so powerful that you forced him to flee directly with a spear. I am not worthy of you."
"But Pinehurst you're pretty." Christina absently walked behind him and gently grabbed his pale, silky ponytail. Tenderly played with it.
"No ------ I'm only two years and eleven months old! Not even an adult yet! Chief!!!"
"But Pinehurst you're pretty." Christina stared between Liu Yuan's two hind hooves and smiled wickedly.
"------"
Druid Root Wrap spell, finally failed, like a few frozen snakes, slowly crumbling. Shedding on top of the snow. Liu Yuan lifted his intact left arm, headache scratching up his fragile scalp. This talk can not fucking go on!!!
"Of course, you can refuse my invitation to woo. After all, I'm not some devil." Looking at his tangled appearance, Christina, like a ghost, suddenly circled around to Pinehurst's side. Gently nibbled on his ear. "But, this cold weather, my clan, there is no extra tents and food rations! I, Christina, moreover, will not let a punk who can't even beat a mere human, become a warrior of the Blood Rage clan!"
Chapter 7: The pride that cannot be trampled
"Are you kidding, you're asking me to sell my flesh in exchange for a safe place to live? My dignity and pride won't allow me to nod my head in agreement." Liu Yuan frowned, he was very independent in life, but at this moment, he was suddenly treated as a cowboy or a young white man? This can't help but let him feel disgusted, the human horse a pair of abyss-like dark eyes, unafraid to gaze at Christina as if rubies like magnificent, radiant ruddy pupils, some exasperated said. "I alone, as usual, can live in the wilderness!"
"Oh, yeah? Maybe it was like that before. But now that you are on the hunting list of those human barbarians, what makes you think that they will let you off easily? My lovely Pinehurst?" Christina smiled and curled up a pair of nice eyes. The small, flexible tongue, teasingly licked its own blood-like demonic and seductive red lips.
"Tsk! Indeed, I can still handle wolves and stuff. But the opponent is those hundreds of humans riding on steeds and whistling ------" Liu Yuan's hands trembled a little. He could take the lives of the beasts without expression. The crimson blood and hideous skeletons would not shake his mind one iota. But killing? This is greatly beyond the mental capacity of this modern human being. That's why the pale centaur chose to simply run away when the Donggoth cavalry was chasing him.
"My name is Liu Yuan, not something [matching grace is appropriate]! How about this." Liu Yuan's sharp gaze, turned soft again. People had to bow their heads under the eaves of the house. "I am willing to join your clan, get your shelter at the same time, for the chief, for the clan to contribute all my strength. But you just said, "I won't let the trash join my clan?" I am willing to prove it to you! I am an experienced hunter! A powerful warrior! An excellent wilderness survivalist! And not just some pretty skinned hayseed that you think I am."
"Okay Pinehurst." Christina ignored his first request. "But a hunter? Warriors? Sorry, the clan is overflowing with such people, there is no shortage."
"It's Liu Yuan not Pinehurst! I, for one, can also provide you with information on another Centaur clan."
"No problem, Pinehurst." The female chief continued to ignore Liu Yuan's name claim. "As for the other Centaur clan? If they are nearby, we will all converge sooner or later because of the sacred ancient custom."
"I'm not called ------ alas, forget it, as you like." Liu Yuan was already too lazy to spit out that inexplicable name of the wood tribe. He carefully observed Christina's expression. I can teach you guys to build snow houses, break the ice and catch fish, and a series of skills to survive in the cold. I think, you nomadic clan living in the warm grassland, very headache these years the horrible severe winter, right?"
After hearing this, Christina somewhat arrogantly raised her fair and tender chin. The magnificent blood-colored pupils, because of the repeated rejection of courtship, also faintly emitted a trace of annoyed hideous gaze. "A wild horse that drinks blood and hair, also want to teach us something? What a joke! Your pride and self-esteem are really inexplicable! Maybe it's because no one has taught you? Well, now this chief will personally tell you some rules of the civilized world! The courtship of a female chief is a great honor for the males of the clan! They can't wait to nod their heads! How dare you refuse three times? You know, there is a limit to my patience!!!"
"Chief you are pathetic, for the first time in your life, you failed in your courtship." Grey filly: Christian shook her head with a sigh. She had also cast [Language Fluency] on herself, so naturally she could also understand the Chinese language that Liu Yuan spoke.
Just see, the bard's slim wrist flipped, an ancient lute, then appeared in the air above her soft palm. The mare enchanted raised a front hoof, gently hitting the ground, acting as an accompanying drumbeat. Her five fingers, as if boneless, skilfully plucked the strings and sang softly, "The unavailable will always stir again, the favored is emboldened ------"
"Shut up!!!"
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"Why don't we bet on it?" Liu Yuan silently gazed at the female chief's stunning face that was mixed with annoyance, aggression, and therefore more and more charming. He secretly speculated on the other party's psychological activities. He used to be a good politician. He was a good politician. He was good at bluffing, intimidating, and talking.
However, in that endless rivalry, physically and mentally exhausted Liu Yuan, finally gave up the job, with the accumulated savings, in the calm wilderness, bought a small villa, raised a watchdog, several Arabian stallions, a falcon, and a few responsible for cute cats and ears fox, slowly enjoy the tranquility of nature. Relying on horse racing to earn some prize money from time to time. Although, he has not negotiated with others for a few years, but those skills have long been engraved in his DNA and can never be forgotten.
"Gambling?" Christina caught her bard sister in annoyance, intimately pressed on top of her soft body, which was too small than normal centaurs, hands locked tightly around the gray mare's human body, white arms, padded beneath a pair of majestic snow peaks, swaying from side to side as if pampered, rippling out a mouth-drying ripple of flesh-colored
No shame in being sisters. Here is exactly the same.
Suddenly being a 2000 pound behemoth underneath, the bard, Christian, breathlessly revealed a face of unlovable sadness. But still do not stop their own nightingale like beautiful singing voice.
"Yes, gambling," Liu Yuan did not move to wipe off a drop of cold sweat. "You came to my rescue with hundreds of fellow countrymen. Now at an absolute advantage, and not willing to force others. I believe in your character, Chief. Please give me a chance! I am willing to show my strength and knowledge like you! If you are satisfied, please let me join your clan as a warrior. However, if you think I am not qualified, I am willing to accept the terms of your courtship, how about that?"
"Seriously?" Christina blinked in surprise. A wild horse that had been stranded in the wilderness since it was a year old, what could it know! As for fighting power? Well, let's call the clan's strongest warrior to wrestle with him.
"Druid! Heal his dislocated right arm. Lest the brat come up with some excuse again." Christina spoke gleefully with a mindset of certain victory. "Luga! You fight him! Let's see what this pretty little bronco can do!"
"No problem!" An extraordinarily stout centaur, pushing his nearby compatriots, came to the chief with great enthusiasm. If the bard, Christian, is a dwarf among the centaurs. Then this fellow is a giant among centaurs. He was one head taller than Liu Yuan, who was seven feet tall. Not to mention the monster-like pile of muscles, the incomparably large and hideous lower body of the horse, just the two arms full of explosive muscles, as thick as an ordinary human head!
"Once you defeat him, this chief will recognize your power." The flame in Christina's eyes grew stronger. "You can choose a wooden weapon. Fight to the point ah, or our family druid can not heal over."
"Don't worry about it, chief, I'm very measured." The tall and robust Luga, smiling, chose a spear that was three meters long. After removing the tip of the flint spear, he wielded it in his hand with a tiger's breath. He was a level 5 warrior. Although not the highest ranked warrior in the clan. But it was the soldier with the most power. His strength was as much as 20 points!
"What wooden weapon do you want, Peinhus?" Christina asked with a honeyed confidence and proudly spoke.
"This one looks vicious, and although my strength and agility have been qualitatively improved, I haven't learned any close combat skills at all. Or choose a long-range weapon, after all, I am not a slap down damage deepening 2d6 bear gnome." Liu Yuan thought for a moment, then said aloud. "I choose the bow and arrow."
"Yes, no problem." A cunning smile emerged above Christina's stunning face. She turned her head and borrowed an exquisite composite longbow from the body of a centaur. The bow was bent from a full length of oak. The upper and lower ends were also inlaid with composite materials such as animal horns, copper, and bone, bucking the graceful curve of the bow, instead bending toward the front end.
This recurve construction allows the longbow to produce more pop when the string is drawn. Of course, it is also more difficult to handle. The whole bow is 5 feet long, almost as tall as Christian.
"Wow, sister you really do nothing for love." The diminutive bard smacked his lips and gloated, looking in the direction of the pale centaur. "That exquisite composite longbow of Cologna? This little wild horse probably won't even use, no, he can't even pull the bowstring, I'm afraid."
"Hehehe." Christina would smile and threw the Ranger Chief's Recurve Longbow, proudly, into Liu Yuan's hand. Imagined Pinehurst being violently beaten by Luga, had to be aggrieved, lying in his arms and begging for comfort's cute look ------
"Huzzah!!!"
Liu Yuan's left hand agilely grabbed the oak body of the composite longbow, after carefully examining it for a few seconds, his right hand three fingers, steadily twisted on the flexible bowstring woven by animal tendons, took a deep breath, and directly pulled it into a terrifying full moon!
Chapter 8: Parthian Archery
Seeing Pinehurst, actually easily pulling a delicate composite longbow into a perfect full moon, Lu Jia instantly withdrew all thoughts of gullibility. The rugged face that was filled with envy and jealousy also became incomparably grave.
Damn, he skillfully drew a composite longbow? If you look at it like that, the other party's strength is not simple!
"Ala ala, chief your plan has failed." The black bard Christian, that is full of exotic beauty face, also wrote the word "tax evasion". The failure of her own sister, the bard's heart is incomparably happy, even if the hands were hoisted by the chief, she could not help but lightly open her lips, humming a cheerful ditty.
"Cut ------" Christina bit her sexy red lips and had her men throw another pack of animal skin sewn arrow capsules to Peinhers. It contained twenty-two slender feathered arrows with their clusters removed.
It's hard to take it back, you can't just grab the composite longbow back and give him a broken bow again, it's not a bad idea to do that in private, but with so many clansmen around, they'll think you're being very careful! No, I have to maintain my own persona of a fair and just big chief.
"Please stand 50 feet apart from each other. Start the game on my command." The rouge blazing horse said with a long and somewhat discouraging sigh. It was hard to say whether to win or lose this time. The other side had survived in the wilderness alone for two years, so they must have some skills. Before should be scared by the druid's spells, only to be tied up. After all, no one taught him about this aspect of magic and divine magic.
Damn, wrong choice, I should have sent the druid to fight him in the first place!
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Above the pale snowy plains, two tall men and horses, separated by the sluggish cold wind. Cautiously sizing up their opponents. Luga idea is simple. Holding a gun and charging mang would be the end of the story. The wooden pole without arrow clusters could not possibly cause fatal damage to himself. Just rush to him, his own 2500 pounds of terrifying weight, as well as the terrible kinetic energy brought about by the charge, will be in a flash, all gathered in the top of the long stick, all released in his fragile flesh and blood! So far, no one has been able to resist their own terrifying lance charge like a shocking wave!
"Look at him juggling guns, he is a melee master, then use Parthian archery to fly a kite, I am familiar with this. I really do not believe that there is any horse in this world that can outrun my carefully bred Sukhba!" Liu Yuan confidently hung the animal skin arrow capsule on his back. From it, he pulled out a feathered arrow and gently hitched it on top of the oak body of the composite longbow.
"Ready, go!"
"BOOM!!!"
The moment the signal was given, Lu Jia's entire body was like a cannonball out of the chamber, madly rushing forward! Four strong horses' hooves raised a terrifying white snow storm on the bleak snow plain.
And Liu Yuan also did not hesitate to turn backward, like a pale gale, in the view of a dissatisfied boo, turn around and run. The four explosive power of the slender hoof, almost into four illusory stigmata, instantly pulled away from the two, the pale horse while galloping forward, while the soft waist, twisted 180 ° behind - the human spine and horse spine to connect the place, up and down a full fifteen sections of low rounded vertebrae nodes. More than the owl can 270 ° rotation of the cervical vertebrae and more than one section! This greatly enhances the flexibility of their lumbar region, where the horse and man meet. Twist the whole waist to the side? Simply as easy as breathing.
By the way, the human upper body of the centaur, only the heart that supplies blood, with the lungs that breathe. What other intestines, liver, kidneys ------ and a second heart that supplies blood to the huge body, are within the body of the horse. Inside the human waistline, there are no redundant organs that take up space. In addition to the dense spinal joints, esophagus, blood vessels and nerves, there are only incomparably strong and flexible muscles, which further enhances the athleticism and lumbar flexibility of the human horse.
"Whew--" After feeling the increasingly benign changes in his body, Liu Yuan's confidence increased greatly. With both hands bending his bow and arrow, with the help of the terrifying kinetic energy of the compound bow class that far surpassed similar bow types, he shot a slender wooden arrow, fiercely in the direction of Luga!
The arrow was like a meteor, whistling in the dim air, tearing out an elegant arc, hitting precisely on the right hoof of Luga, shattering the veins in the leg of the centaur on the spot, so that his brown fleece under a large piece of skin, all turned into a hideous blue and purple color.
But the intense pain, but can not stop the pace of Lu Jia forward charge, but let his mouth ear-shattering war cry, become more and more horrifying! The huge body of the heroic and fearless centaur is like a hideous wave sweeping heaven and earth, and the rumbling sound of the horse's hooves is like a thunderous sound that shakes the sky and earth. Ordinary people see this formation, I'm afraid that directly will be scared heart trembling, throwing armor, turn around and run.
But Liu Yuan, just a contemptuous smile, he relied on his speed far beyond the ordinary human horse, the distance between the two, accurately maintained within 30 feet, and at the same time, the waist twisted 180 ° behind, will be a slender wooden arrows, fiercely shot at Lu Jia's head, arms, and horse hooves!
"Horseback arrow? Isn't this a unique technique of the orc Parthian clan, how come this little wild horse is so skilled?!" Christian, who was watching the battle from the side, frowned slightly. This kind of high-end technology, even within the clan, only one third of the people, can use it skillfully. Rather than kite flying, the centaurs, who revered force, preferred to stand in place, relying on their size advantage, using the composite longbow, which human cavalry could not use at all, and rain arrows to wash the ground. The enemy is close, directly by virtue of their large size advantage, pull out the spear and longsword, launched like a shocking wave of the general unstoppable cluster charge. Ruthlessly cut through and tear apart the opponent's line.
So, the question arises, why is he so skilled!
"ROAR!!!" Luga let out an angry roar. His opponent's speed far exceeded his own, and his experience was unusually sophisticated, and he was forever stuck at a distance of thirty feet: this distance, even if he threw the spear in his hand, he could not reach the pale centaur by a hair's breadth. The arrows that Pinehurst shot from within this distance were like lightning, and could instantly blast themselves hard on top of their bodies! Ensure that the bowstring attached to the arrow, will not be accompanied by the passage of time, and the decline of a cent!
It didn't take long for the entire 17 arrows to hit the tall man's body like a violent windstorm, bruising his nose and face and leaving him with surprise bruises all over his body. Every time his front hooves hit the ground at a gallop, his 2,500 pounds of terrifying weight would all be pressed against his injured right hoof! Let it feel a gruesome pain like gouging out the bones!
"Just five arrows left ------ Is this guy a monster? Been beaten into this way and still continue to fight?" Liu Yuan incomparably anxious cursed in his heart. But on the surface, still put on a confident and arrogant expression, striking the enemy's confidence. "You have lost for sure, surrender, my valiant compatriot! There is no reason for you to continue to endure this pain!"
"It's no use oh. I didn't put him on [Tongue], Luga can't understand what you're saying." Christian said lazily. "The chief lord has prevented you from a handful of psychological tactics."
"Grass." Liu Yuan first speechless, then viciously from the teeth, held out a dirty word. He tentatively shot two more arrows, and found that his opponent, without the slightest sign of going down, instead became more and more furious, the pale centaur also became furious. He immediately from the back of the empty arrow sac, feel the twentieth wooden arrows, this time, he aimed the arrow directly at Lu Jia's left eye!
"Huzzah!!!"
A long, slender wooden arrow, almost the moment the bowstring vibrated, like a meteor, shot precisely at Lu Jia's eyes. The centaur warrior let out a panicked cry, he tried to duck, but the distance between them was too close, and the speed of the arrow's flight was too swift! Causing him to only watch the hideous wooden arrow, in his own brown pupils bigger and bigger!
"SMACK!!!"
Just at this crisis point, suddenly, a short throwing spear, cutting an elegant curve in the air, pierced precisely on top of the shaft of that fatal feather arrow! The sharp flint spear tip instantly tore the high-speed wooden arrow into two pieces, deflecting its flight trajectory by the way. The first half of the broken arrow shaft grazed Lu Jia's cheek and flew out with a whistle, bringing up a bewitching and stinging scarlet blood splash.
"You're a cute little wild pony with no sense of proportion! A shot in the eye will kill you!" Christina slowly paced up and down to the stunned, standing still, gasping for air, Luga. Frowned at Peinehurst's dissatisfaction, and said with some reluctance. "Fortunately, I just saw your face some shady and ruthless, so I immediately pulled out the javelin ------ Okay! This battle count you win!"
Chapter 9: Blood Fury Clan
"I'm sorry about what happened just now. Please ask Lord Chief to convey my apologies to him." Liu Yuan bowed apologetically to Lu Jia and returned the composite longbow to the chief. The battle ran out of arrows, making himself anxious and a bit on top of things. Although his mouth screamed nicely, deep down, he couldn't treat these half-human, half-horse beasts in front of him as fellow countrymen, and after turning into a centaur, his own originally relatively bland and easy-going personality turned a bit bloodthirsty and berserk. "I passed the test of strength, so, may I ask when the test of knowledge will begin?"
"Just for now." Christina regained her composure from the shadow of defeat. The somewhat sullen blood-colored pupils re-burned with an incomparably passionate scarlet blaze. "You've only passed one test! As long as the next test is not passed, you still have to obediently become my spouse! By the way, didn't you say you have the know-how to survive in winter? Fine! Then you tell me! What do we have to do to set up camp in the horrible cold winter? For years, the winter was so severe that either the thick snow crushed the fragile fabric and pillars of the tent, or the roaring wind lifted the tent! The animal skin sewn cloth, in the extreme cold of the horrible white frost, but also shows more and more thin. More and more of my compatriots have died in the cold night these years, tell me what we should do!"
"Snow house, this thick snow, is the easiest, and the best use of cold material." Liu Yuan put on a mournful look, his voice is also in his careful control, slowly lowered down. "This is what my former clan chief, came up with, but unfortunately everyone ------ alas, forget it, it's all in the past. I can teach you how to make snow bricks, and stacked into the shape of a hut, ah, yes, this nearby woods, there is a snow house I finished building last night, if you want, I will take you to go forward to see, as proof that what I said is not true."
"Wait ------ you mean that strange building built with ice and snow and hemispherical in shape was made by you?!" Christina's eyes widened in surprise. Time goes back to this morning. Liu Yuan's front hoof just went out, and the back hoof of the Blood Fury clan arrived near the woods. They surveyed the terrain and chose the same campsite as Liu Yuan. The clan, but the sturdy snow house tsk-tsk! They tried to get inside, it was warm and windproof, much better than the animal skin tent, such a wonderful building, actually built by this beautiful little wild horse in front of them?
"Well, I recognize your power and knowledge." Christina face complex, she once held her mother's dying cold hands, promised Skerritt that she would put the interests of the clan, above all things, which from the hands of her mother who died with a smile, strained to carry the name [chief], incomparable glory, but also a million heavy responsibility.
The rouge mare pursed her lips, rather reluctantly, and said. "All right! As long as you are willing to teach the construction method of the snow house to all members of the clan with great care. I, the chief of the Blood Fury Clan: Christina, will then recognize you as a member of the clan, the mighty Peinhus."
"It's Liu Yuan not Pinehurst!"
"All right! It's done, gentlemen, let's go home! Curonian! You can have your bow back! I'll give you three squads of marauders, go patrol around and see where the barbarians' lairs are, and gather as much information as you can. And by the way, give me a simple map of the surrounding area, the clan may have to live here for a long time." Christina put on a leader's majestic look. The pale centaur walked away from the side of the pale centaur as if it were invisible. Leading the rest of the group, she slowly walked deeper into the jungle.
"What, give up the courtship? My lovely sister?" Christian ran unsuspectingly in front of Christina. A gloating bad smile bloomed above the exotic black leather face. "Do you want my sister to play a sad piece of music for you?"
"Give up? This chief never gives up! After finding out that he is not only beautiful and unusual, but also so brave and learned, I like him even more instead." The rouge blazing horse, who was walking at the front of the group, revealed a happy giggle. "Besides, that bet looks good for me any way. It's just as well that I win! If I lose, Pinehurst will also become my henchman, go back and assign him a [personal guard] position, this chief will have plenty of opportunities later! Heh heh heh."
"------ You're a slut."
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A group of people and horses, deftly weaving through the woods full of snow. Like walking on the ground, gently stepped over all the roots of trees and thorns and vines that tripped. Came to a forest clearing that blocked the cold wind - this is the camping spot Liu Yuan chose last night. But now, it is densely packed with hundreds of primitive and crude animal skin tents! Cattle, sheep, horses, dogs and other animals hissing and roaring sounds, hundreds of horses and men of different sizes, busy shuttling in the incomparable noise of the camp, the pale snow, but also covered with muddy marks in the shape of horse hooves.
There were not many males and horses in the camp, and they should all have followed the chief to his rescue. The remaining dozens of sturdy stallions, some busy chopping wood, building a huge campfire in the center of the camp, and some on the outside of the camp, fixing rows of simple and crude sharp stakes. Two dozen large canines up to eighty centimeters tall, faithfully following their masters, to the team of pale people never seen before, vigilantly lowered their huge furry body, have assumed a posture of attack, in passing, bared two rows of sharp fangs.
Liu Yuan, who is also a dog lover, curiously scrutinized these large, fierce dogs with hideous appearance. Their foreheads are broad and flat, and flattened by a microscopic wrinkle, their ears are positioned high, short and drooping, and their oval dark eyes are incomparably dark and deep. The chest is broad and deep, the back is flat and wide, and the muscles are unusually well developed. Thick limbs, containing explosive strength, four huge claws slightly arched upward, toes tight. All over the body, especially at the neck, covered with thick fur, from a distance, it is simply a shrinking lion!
Caucasian. One of the most loyal and warlike dogs on the planet, originally from Russia. It seems that these Centaur clans, migrated all the way from there.
"Don't be afraid." Christina slowly bent her front hooves and took a large gray dog, tenderly in her arms, gently grooming its huge head covered with long hair. "Go get to know that pale horse, he is the new clan member in the clan oh."
"Ho--"
The gray Caucasian, nodding spiritually, let out a dull, low growl. Although not showing his teeth, he still approached Pinehurst with some caution. With the tip of his black, moist nose, he gently nudged the top of his pale horse's leg. Taking note of the new owner's scent.
"So well behaved." Liu Yuan learned from the chief and slowly bent down his two front hooves, skillfully stroking the Caucasian's head and smoothing out its fur. The big gray dog squinted its eyes in comfort. Enjoying the wonderful touch coming from the top of his head.
Jerking off a dog for a while, jerking off a dog all the time is cool. The other twenty-three Caucasian dogs, looking at their leader with a very enjoyable look, have also dropped their guard and rubbed up against the pale centaur, looking enviously at the deft paws of Peinehurst.
"The stroking technique is very professional well, you have raised dogs?" Suddenly, the petite black-skinned mare: Christian drifted eerily next to Liu Yuan and asked a cold question.
"Yeah, raised ------" Liu Yuan, who was immersed in the furry touch, subconsciously replied, but he was immediately startled out of a cold sweat! Instantly awakened from the joy of jerking off the dog, he frowned and turned his head to look at the centaur bard beside him, the exotic beauty of the face above a pair of equally demonic and beautiful blood-colored pupils with her sister, emitting a wary and cunning light.
Damn it! She was testing herself! The persona I made up for myself was orphaned, wandering alone in the wild for two years, jerking off dogs in a way that theoretically couldn't have been this skilled!
"Well ------ before the overthrow of the clan, our family was responsible for taming hawks and dogs." Liu Yuan quickly found a reason that outsiders could not check, and put on a look of extreme depression. "Moreover, there was a loyal war dog that also accompanied the young me through the most difficult time of survival in the beginning. Unfortunately, not long ago, he was torn out of his throat by a vicious wolf to protect me."
"The use of [he] instead of [it] ------ is still really affectionate ah." Christian's pupils in the alert slightly dissipated a little. "Do not be so nervous la, I just said casually asked just, continue to go, the chief is going to hold a formal ceremony for you."
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The pale centaur accompanied the group in the camp, while not stopping to survey the surrounding scenery. This camp established in the forest clearing is not large, surrounded by the woods, to some extent, blocked the howling north wind. But it can't stop the horrible cold. Hundreds of young ponies, cheerfully accompanying several sturdy warriors, honed their skills of shooting, swinging swords and running. Let out a series of innocent and clear laughter.
On the other side of the camp, countless female horses, with their small, frozen hands, milked thousands of horses, cows and sheep in the corral, making cheese and fermenting milk wine.
In fact, dairy products were the staple food in ancient nomadic societies. Not the meat food that people generally imagine. Just as farmers do not easily slaughter the hens that lay eggs, nomads do not just slaughter their own cattle and sheep, killing the chicken for the eggs could not be more foolish.
What's more, the abnormal mortality rate of cattle and sheep grazing in the wild is far higher than that of chickens and ducks kept in captivity in the house, which has caught up with the horrible white frost ------ If you take dairy products as interest, the livestock that can graze, is the principal, and the more principal is naturally the better. Therefore, the meat on the table of people and horses, generally by fishing and hunting to capture the beasts, rather than their own grazing cattle and sheep.
Beside him, Christian lightly explained the clan's situation to him: "Not counting you, there are still 1,221 human horses in the entire Blood Fury clan today. Of these, 401 are immature foals, who are tender and not yet at the grade of battle. The remaining 820 centaurs, both female and male, are valiant warriors, hunters, and even spellcasters. They can fight for the clan if they take up arms."
"Among them were 500 clan herders carrying composite longbows and wielding short spears. 160 marauders carrying composite longbows and wielding two iron short swords, and their animal companions, who basically chose raptors that could fly. Then there were 100 valiant warriors carrying composite longbows and long riding spears, wielding iron long swords, masked wooden shields, and clad in leather armor. And 50 heavily armored fearless carrying composite longbows, wielding a terrifying two-handed axe, and clad in lockjaw armor. The barbarian cavalrymen were separated by the necks of horses because of the middle. Two-handed axe can not swing, but our people and horses are not the same! Those terrifying fearless, can run over the battlefield with the speed of cavalry, but also with a huge two-handed giant axe in their hands, smashing even the scaled armor forged by the Romans!"
"Ah, there are 10 more spellcasters at the end, and most of them are druids." Speaking of which, Christian puffed out his chest proudly. "By the way, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My name is Christian, I am the only bard in the clan, don't look at my small size, a dwarf among centaurs, but I am also one of the spell casters oh!"
"As for the livestock, they have suffered heavy losses in a series of migrations and snowstorms. Today there are only about 40,000 sheep, 6,000 cattle, 2,000 horses, and more than 200 loyal, brave and large Caucasian dogs left."
After listening to the bard's explanation along the way, Liu Yuan secretly sighed. This nomadic clan is really sparse, so weak blood rage, can really survive this severe winter? He is not on the wrong boat.
Chapter 10: The sad story
It didn't take long for the crowd to reach the center of the camp, Christina gently shook the two soft masses on her chest, and the four sweet red slender horse hooves gently leaped, skilfully jumped onto a low wooden platform. Then, the rouge blazing horse pulled out a handle with brown cow horn, casting a fine horn from her waist. The chief proudly lifted her chest and took a long, deep breath, transmitting the high-pitched, harsh sound of the horn to the eardrums of every clan member in the camp.
"Oooh ----"
"A long sound of the horn means to assemble." After hearing the familiar sound of the trumpet, the people and horses have put down the affairs in their hands and slowly assembled near the wooden platform, looking at their own chief in doubt to see what she really wanted to say.
"Ahem, my dear clansmen!" Christina reattached the horn to her belt, cleared her throat, and spoke with unparalleled solemnity, in the language of the Wood Clan. "Today, we have recovered a lost compatriot! Peinhus!"
"Oh." The people on the stage were lacking in interest and yawned in boredom. It's just an extra mouth to feed, what's there to say? The recent severe winter frost killed too many livestock, and during the migration, in pursuit of speed, also had to give up some bulky supplies. Now we all have a hard time.
"Come on," Christina ignored the cold atmosphere on the stage. Excitedly, she turned her torso and waved at Peinhus. The pale centaur helplessly shrugged his shoulders. With a stomp of four hooves, the whole person rose up in the air and landed deftly beside the chief. This time, the stage can be lively. This new white horse is elegant, handsome, robust muscles in the horse's body linked into a nearly perfect silver curve, slender and powerful pale limbs, contains an explosive and terrifying power. The pale white coat is as soft as silk, and it makes people want to touch it.
This godly, handsome, elegant physique, and that extremely rare white coat, fit almost every aesthetic of the centaurs! The males were fine, but the female centaurs had long since exploded into a frenzy, discussing all things about Pinehurst with their sisters around them, excitedly. While using hot and teasing eyes, unconcealed look at the pale centaurs in front of the stage.
"Ahem, silence." Christina said with some displeasure. She walked nervously in front of Pinehurst, blocking the hot, undisguised and revealing eyes of her fellow women on the stage. Gritting her teeth, she said, "I declare that Pinehurst will be the personal guard of this chief! Ming? White? ?"
"Ah..." some fillies made a mournful sound, the opposite sex as a personal guard? This has almost made the relationship clear, right?
"Huh?!" Several male horses also made a shocked sound, the chief went out for a trip to determine the spouse? Several young and vigorous lads were full of resignation and leaped forward to make a big news at this important moment, but they were dragged back by a druid with a death grip.
"Don't make trouble at this time, the chief will skin you! And that pale centaur is strong, no, very strong! Even Luga can't beat him. You few don't make a fool of yourselves."
"That's because he's running too fast! And only one weapon is allowed to be used in a match! If I had also chosen the bow and arrow, it would have been that little wild pony with a bruised face instead of me!!!" Luga, whose bruises hadn't completely gone down on his firm muscles, muttered indignantly.
"Failure is failure, don't make excuses!"
"What? That new guy, who was approved to join the clan only after defeating Luga?" A few people who tried to make trouble retreated their hooves with scorn. Whether the other party is tricky or not, in this primitive social form, strength, then represents everything.
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"[Forbidden Guard]? What's that for?" In the midst of the noise and bustle, Peinhus, who was completely ignorant of the social structure of centaurs, flung his front hooves twice uneasily and asked with some curiosity.
"Oh. It's nothing." Christina turned her head and gave a broad smile. "Simply put, you are responsible for keeping this chief safe twenty-four hours a day."
"It always feels like my lively, cute, and full of vitality sister is getting darker and darker inside these days." On the stage, after hearing the chief's light-hearted words, Christian helplessly covered her face. She took the composite longbow and iron longsword handed to her by the maid beside her, and also gently jumped onto the wooden platform and handed the weapons to her chief.
According to the tradition of the Centaur. The chief would bestow arms on the clan members. The latter, in turn, would swear allegiance to the chief.
"It's ready to begin." The black-skinned bard bent her four slender black horseshoes and gracefully knelt on top of the wooden platform. With a flip of her slender wrist, she caught a magnificent cello out of thin air and leaned it on top of her smooth, dark left shoulder. The right hand skillfully and elegantly waved the ancient bow, using the low and heavy characteristic vocal music of the cello, playing a wonderful lyrical background music.
"Wait, although I don't know much about music, but is something like a cello really something that can appear in the 4th or 5th century AD? Or is it that fantasy worlds don't have to abide by the laws of reality?" Pinehurst turned his head strangely. "And it always feels like the song she's playing is so familiar ------ "The High and Pure Pharaoh"??"
"Ahem! Mighty Peinhus! I, Chief of the Blood Fury Clan: Christina! Under the watchful eye of Skerritt and the majority of the clan. Accepting you as a member of the clan." In the midst of her sister's low and melodious beautiful melody, the rouge blazing horse loudly announced her decision. Pulling Liu Yuan's attention back. Pinehurst shrugged her shoulders and turned to the chief, bending down four pale horse hooves filled with explosive power as a sign of submission. Anyway, this structure of the centaur has long said goodbye to actions such as squatting and sitting, jerking off a dog has to kneel, and it's not bad at all.
"Well, this man eats softness but not hardness, we can't be impatient in dealing with him, we have to go step by step and take our time." Christina was in her mind, slowly conceiving her plan of conquest. Elegant hands, however, raised the purple shirtwood-made, incomparably exquisite composite longbow, and rested it on top of Pinehurst's left shoulder. "I will bestow upon you the composite longbow that my mother used. With it, I hope you will hunt and graze for the clan and shoot all enemies that come your way."
"I will follow all your will and orders and fulfill all your dreams and visions." Peinhus repeated mechanically, learning the same rhetoric that Christian had just taught him.
"Very well, then, I bestow upon you the duty of chiefly forbidden guard again." Watching Pinehurst take her mother's longbow, Christina smiled as she drew her slender iron longsword and continued to rest it above the pale centaur's left shoulder, the sharp blade, gently rubbing Pinehurst's neck, teasingly rubbing gently. "I will give you a long sword made of iron. I hope you wear it and keep me safe twenty-four hours a day. Breathe and share the fate of your chief."
"This kind of meat talk is really the necessary ceremony to join the clan?" Liu Yuan wanted to spit, but right now, just short of the last step, at this moment want to regret also become not too realistic, he had to raise his pale hands, gently grasp the incomparably cold sword spine, looking at Christina that is like a ruby like magnificent passion of blood-colored eyes, incomparably solemnly said. "I do."
"Very well! By the way, you are alone without a family. And also my forbidden guards, so, you can stay with us in one tent." The rouge blazing horse said cheerfully. "Ah, you promised to teach us to build a snow house, take advantage of the fact that it's still dark, build it quickly, I'm tired of the image of being woken up in the middle of the night by freezing, opening my eyes and finding the tent blown away!"
"Fine, here it comes." Peinhus said helplessly. "Say, is it appropriate to give me your mother's bow just like that? Your sister is a spell caster, no need for it. But you ------ are saying chief you can't bend a bow?"
After hearing Pinehurst's question, Christina instantly fell silent. Her cheerful face instantly became incomparably aggrieved. A pair of ruby-like magnificent and beautiful blood-colored pupils, but also reveal a sad and pitiful look. The rouge mare sighed and took the composite longbow from the pale centaur's hand, skillfully pulling out a full moon - but, between the bow and the bowstring, there were two bloodthirsty full snow peaks towering.
"Oh." Painehurst nodded in realization; it was a sad story.