Chapter 16: Gary Vickers
"What the hell is that cross-shaped bow? The legendary scorpion crossbow of the Romans? And those black and white wolf cavalry? Damn fast!" Luga, who was in charge of livestock protection, spoke in disbelief. The four unfortunate warriors who were hit by the arrows gritted their teeth and pulled out the thick crossbows that had sunk deep into their flesh and blood, and the sharp arrows even struck the surface of their hard white bones, leaving small cracks as hideous and horrible as spider webs. A centaur soldier with an arrow in his knee was incapacitated on the spot, and Luga had to send two clan herders to look after his safety.
Damn! This thing is incredibly powerful!
"Protect me! I'll use a spell to call for help from the chief! There are too many enemies, and those hundred or so wolf riders will probably pose a deadly threat to the livestock we depend on!" The petite black-skinned mare spoke through gritted teeth. Her dexterous and slender dark hands danced like two beautiful butterflies, and her beautiful face was covered with vermilion lips, singing an elegant and beautiful foreign song like a nightingale, praying to the winter wind to deliver her words of help to her own sister's ears.
"Yes! Pastors! Form a circle to protect Christian from casting the spell! Everyone else! Charge in a conical formation! Kill those goblins with crossbows!" After a brief moment of trepidation, the centaurs quickly judged the situation. Five tall and sturdy clan herders surrounded the petite and lovely bard in the center.
And Luga, leading the remaining two hundred or so powerful horses and men, lined up in a rather neat conical array, holding the spears in their hands, chanting Skerritt's great name, like a howling wind, a raging tide, and like a thunderstorm, their entire body of nearly 2,200 pounds of huge mass, at a terrifying speed of 2,500 feet per minute, the terrifying kinetic energy generated by the mad rush forward, in an instant All converge on the sharp tip of the gun!
"Pfft!!!"
The instantaneous burst of terrifying energy easily shredded the muddy, dirty, skinny body of the gnome! The blood-stained sharp tip of the gun, hanging with the fragments of the gnome's broken internal organs, broke out of his dried and thin back! The blood that gushed out obscured the sight of the gnomes in the back row. The horrific gun head, also like a choosy anaconda, continued to glide forward in the incomparably crowded wave of filth, piercing through the second, third ------ sixth weak gnome! Thirsty for their boiling blood!
The terrifying lance charge, mercilessly tearing the enemy's skin and flesh, shattering their internal ribs and spines! Along the way, the weak goblins who were hit head-on by the strong horses were like countless kites with broken strings, thrown high into the cold, dark sky, emitting a sharp, ear-splitting scream, and then fell heavily on their own heads! It was like a dirty, muddy green rainstorm!
Countless goblins were smashed by their compatriots and fell to the ground in a daze. Some of the more unlucky goblins, but also by the goblin rain smashed skull fractures, sticky brains mixed with crimson blood, soaked the white snow under their feet.
In the end, the warriors' flint spears stained with blood and mud were like sugar gourd skewers, sticking all over the filthy monsters with hideous faces of death. They simply dropped their spears and pulled out the iron longswords at their waists, sweeping the short monsters at their feet! These half-human, half-horse powerful warriors were born with strange strength, and their moves were wide open, a powerful sweep, often cutting through the fragile flesh and blood of two or three goblins chest, in the cold pastures above, splashed out a red and hideous rainbow of blood.
Some of the goblins, too, tried to catch the centaurs in the middle of the bear goblin governor's gut-wrenching roar and counterattacked. However, the weak (by centaur standards) attacks of the goblins on the left were like a light rain, barely making a ripple on the warriors' hooded wooden shields.
The goblins on the right side, because of their height, aimed at the horse's legs to slash, stab, slash and smash, but also by the centaurs easily dodged - they will be raised high in the upper body, and then, the whole body weight, all on the two high in the air on the strong hoof! Like a punching machine, they trampled directly on the dried up, thin heads of their enemies! Countless dirty and muddy goblin heads exploded like ripe watermelons! Yellow brains, mixed with bright red blood, along with countless cracked skull fragments, splattered everywhere, to the brave and fearless centaur warriors, coated with a layer of horrifying blood paint.
The clan herders, who were not as brave as the centaur warriors, also maintained a very efficient killing pattern. The front row of herders, grasping the short spear in their hands, as if spearing fish in the river, forked the short crowded goblins. After piercing a gnome, it relies on the natural strength, the hands of the stone spear, as a human war hammer swinging from side to side, smashing the gnome formation, by the way, stimulating their incomparably fragile nerves. If you are not careful to throw away, then continue to stab a chant.
With the protection of the front row of herders, the back row of clan herders also pulled out their composite longbows, and with their exquisite archery skills, they threw a flint-forged arrow high into the sky, and with the help of gravity, those sharp arrows poured out like a torrential rain on the dense army of goblins! The arrows poured out like a rainstorm among the dense army of goblins!
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let me pull!" Looking at the unstoppable centaur warriors, the furious bear goblin kicked the goblin crossbowman out of the way, grabbed the crossbow string with his huge palm and pulled back hard - even with his excellent strength of 15 points, he could barely pull the heavy crossbow string halfway! There was no way to load a second crossbow arrow!
"Damned adulterer! I curse your soul, by the most vicious and vicious devil, dragged into the nine hells of Bartow!!!" The bear gnome threw away the heavy crossbow in his hand and, armed with a nailhead hammer and an old wooden shield with three human palms nailed to its face, joined the battle with the centaurs in a fury!
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"Ah-choo!!!" In the distance, surrounded by thousands of well-dressed, monkey-dressed gnomes, a bear gnome, who was almost two sizes larger than its counterpart because it was too fat, inexplicably sneezed a big sneeze.
His swollen and large body is covered with layers and layers of expensive silk clothing and rare ermine outer coverings, covering up his layers and layers of greasy fat that droop together. Each of the oily thick swollen fingers, are with the general mob, with two to three gold rings inlaid with pearls, precious stones. Obese to almost shoulder width of the neck, also hanging a string of silver cranium linked together with gold chains. The huge chin, which drooped in five layers, sagged above the collarbone, which had already been swallowed by the fat, and this bloated physique made him almost incapacitated, is now lazily lying on a custom-made sled, no, throne, drawn by six "Siberian wolves" in the mouth of the goblins. With his own trading clan, sailing to the warmer south.
Inside the sled throne, filled with the clan from Britannia to the Yellow River, various races, countries minted gold, silver and copper coins, bear goblins greedily waved a big hand, from the pool of coins, fished out a large by the Persian Tefillin minted, the front carved with devils and flames, the back carved with armored cavalry of fine coins. The former represents the bloodline origin of those devils and flame worship, while the latter symbolizes their human and horse armor, invincible armor cavalry armor.
However, those devil descendants were beaten up enough by the orcs of the Parthian clan a few hundred years ago, and even fell into the vassalage of those green-skinned monsters for a time. But over the years, the devil's descendants re-emerged. The brand new Sassanid Persian Empire was established. Unfortunately, after a few hundred years of orc domination, the streets of Taisifon on the orcs, half-orcs fucking have been as many as the hair of the cow. Isieh I, now also powerless to change the status quo, the three parties just get by.
"Scolded again, right, Chief Garivicus? I'm not saying anything, your business is really getting more and more unethical lately, that batch of crossbows is the defective products produced by the Topaz family. The crossbows were defective products made by an idiot trainee craftsman who forgot the limits of normal human arm strength when he thought about increasing the shooting power! That idiot in order to stop the loss in time, so this batch of goods cheap disposal to us. As for those domesticated Siberian sled dogs in the north? Or huskies? They are basically non-aggressive! And one is more than the other! The locals completely use them as pack animals and mascots! They don't even dare to watch the door! It's not appropriate for you to sell those douchebags as fighting and riding wolves, right?
"Arrrrrrrrr!!!" The fat bear gnome chief sneezed again with a big sneeze. I wonder which poor [employer] is cursing himself behind his back again.
The obese chief rubbed his nose, a pair of evil yellow pupils, revealing an extremely mercenary, cunning light, full of care, said. "Don't worry about it, if those fools really put into battle with the stuff I sold them, there's no way they'll still have a chance to survive and find everyone to settle their scores! By the way, in a few days you send a scout to check out the camp of the Barbarian Claw Clan, if they finish fighting with the centaurs and suffer particularly heavy losses, we'll annex these idiots by the way! All of them relegated to slavery! Take care of my new huskies! Hahahaha!!!"
"Chief is wise!" Several thousand of the nearby small gnomes who were living quite a prosperous life under the leadership of Garivix, also happily patted their asses.
Chapter 17: Sound and Fury
Pinehurst wrapped himself in the soft deerskin he had acquired on his first hunt to ward off the cold air around him. On top of his broad shoulders, also draped in a woolen cantle hand-woven by the rouge mare, he pored over a roll of old sheepskins filled with generic characters in the warmer snow hut.
In order to adapt to the new life, the pale centaurs are like sponges absorbing water, frantically learning the language and writing of the new world. These volumes of sheepskin do not know where the blood rage clan grabbed from the rare things, the text below the translation, notes, but all written in Latin.
And aside, Christina, who had just finished her political affairs, also smiled as she watched Pinehurst's hardworking appearance as she tried to study. She was wearing a complete animal skin from the immature Chimera, peeled off. The large monster shaped like a lion general strong and flexible upper body, like a pair of strong leather armor, barely wrapped the carmine horse this graceful and attractive human body, the chest of a pair of proud goat fat soft jade, but also tightly protected in the Chimera a pair of huge lion's paws under. The goat-like furry lower body is draped over the blood rage chief's rouge colored horse back. The large wings, as if two strange cloak, along the sides of the centaur's slender and moving willow waist, softly drooping on top of the earth.
As for the three heads of the Chimera? The middle of the lioness-like pale gold beast's head, Christina as a hat on top of the head, a scarlet long flowing hair, like a demonic brilliant blood waterfall, from the huge lioness upper jaw gurgling down. On both sides, the devil-like twisted evil black sheep's head, and the majestic and hideous black dragon's head, was blood rage chief as shoulder armor, with flexible animal tendons, firmly fixed in her white shoulders above.
"It is true that the male who is serious is the most handsome." Christina unconsciously moved the kneeling state of the four hooves, slowly close to Pinehurst, rouge and pale dichromatic God handsome horse body, close together, feeling each other like a satin-like soft coat, and increasingly hot body temperature. The surrounding air temperature, with an unbelievable speed climbing, blood rage chief stretched out a soft arm, gently wrapped around the shoulders of Pinehurst, a fascinated face, also in this incomparable ambiguous atmosphere, from the pale centaur cold lips closer and closer --- ---
But at this critical moment, the cold, stern north wind, but wrapped in Christian's beautiful voice like a nightingale, directly into the interior of the snow house, in front of the two, like a thunderstorm exploded!
"Thousands of goblins have appeared at the ranch! They have a large number of wolf cavalry! Come quickly for reinforcements!!!"
"What the hell!" The ambiguous pink atmosphere was immediately blown away by the gust of wind, Christina was also scared and jumped straight up, the angry chief, on the spot, wanted to spoil her biological sister, pressed underneath a good repair. But the words of help wrapped in the gale, but like a splash of cold water, cooled the rouge mare almost feverish nerves.
It's okay if the ranch is attacked! The clan is now counting on those cattle and sheep for their livelihood with more than a thousand mouths! Christina thought for a moment, regretfully withdrew the right arm on the shoulder of Pinehurst, like a blood-colored storm, directly out of the snow house, blowing the rallying cry.
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"What is it Chief?" Dozens of heavily armored, fearless men clad in extended lockets, clad on the outside in the furs of wolves, bears, leopards, and other beasts, carrying composite longbows with arrow pouches, and carrying a two-handed battle axe, ran to the chief in a panic.
Their body long-sleeved knee-length lockets have been specially treated. Because of the body structure problem. The hem of the lock armor behind the centaur was dismantled in its entirety, dropping down only to the human waist. But the front, left and right side of the lockets, but all the way down to the knee area of the horse's legs, the front and sides of these fearless berserk warriors, protected tightly.
"Christian has sent a message for help! Our herd is being attacked by several thousand goblins! The situation is very urgent!" Christina said anxiously. "Caen! You take the remaining four druids, fifty warriors and thirty heavy armor fearless and go to support! Children! Hide in the object house and don't come out! Put the camp under martial law! The remaining 100 clansmen, please take over the garrison duties of the warriors for now! Strengthen the camp's internal defense!"
"That's not good!" The mighty fearless chief: Ka'ang shakes his front hooves uneasily. "You for a few thousand goblins, almost all the battle force, sent outside to fight, in case the camp is attacked ------"
"Don't question my decision!!!" The Chimera leather armor-clad Christina, already holding a fire because of the interruption of a good thing, now almost turned into a crazy female beast, endless horrible killing intent, emanating from her blush-colored elegant body, almost turned into thousands of substantial steel needles, stinging every inch of Caen's body! A pair of ruby-like demonic and magnificent eyes. A pair of ruby-like demonic magnificent eyes, but also reveals the bloodthirsty killing intent that can break the guts of ordinary people! "I did not leave more than twenty fearless! What's more, this chief, I! Personally stay inside the camp! What can you be uneasy about? Are you saying that you are questioning the power of this chief??"
"As ordered." Ka'ang took a step back in awe under the chief's horrible to the core rage. Not even daring to breathe, he immediately led the eighty-three warriors and rushed towards the newly discovered pastures of the marauders. But they did not discover that in the nearby jungle, snow, lurking in ambush were countless pairs of dark yellow evil pupils!!!
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"The plan worked!" The bear gnomes who were hiding among the dead leaves and snow, holding their breath. One after another, they revealed an incomparably evil smile. With the help of their superb concealment skills, they had been tracking and scouting this Centaur clan for seven or eight days and months. Since the goblin kingdom was crushed by the Eastern Goths and the chief was beheaded in the Perekop Land Narrow, the huge kingdom was instantly torn apart. A bear goblin named Savage Claw, also with two hundred and twenty-one strong and robust compatriots, and more than three thousand goblin cannon fodder to form a new clan, in the vast and endless grasslands of Ukraine to live a difficult life.
The barbarian claw knows very well in his heart, although, the clan is not at all afraid to go to war head-on with that female led half-human half-horse. However, even if they win the bloody battle, their own family will also suffer heavy casualties, simply do not have enough strength, to protect the robbed cattle and sheep.
From the blood fury clan where the plundered great wealth, the next day will be other goblin forces again snatched, or bad, they will also be reduced to lowly slaves, or simply lost their heads.
So, the cunning and powerful brute claw came up with a "brilliant plan". First, with a generous and generous pay, and [also with the promise of freedom], bluffing a group of goblin slaves living in the bottom of society, almost starving to death, in the name of "treasure", to attract away the enemy scouts. And then send the weakest bear goblin of the brothers as a supervisor, supervising a large group of cannon fodder slaves to attack the centaur's pasture. With the fastest speed, put the most pressure on them! Forcing those half-humans and half-horses to call for help from the camp.
And when their reinforcements leave the camp, the powerful and cunning Chief Savage Claw will lead the bear goblins lurking in the dense forest to raid the Bloodrage Clan's camp! Capture their cubs! As hostages, forcing the parents of those foals to stop fighting and hand over a certain amount of livestock property! In this way, the clan would not lose too many combatants, but also gain a lot of supplies to survive on!!!
This plan is perfect!!!
"They're far away! Go on! No killing their pups! Catch them alive!!!" Barbarian Claw's bushel-sized ears were pressed against the cold ground, listening to the sound of distant horses' hooves. When he repeatedly confirmed that the centaur reinforcements had gone far away, he immediately tore off the dead wood camouflage, revealing his hideous and horrific body! The sturdy left arm holding a wooden javelin is not any different from an ordinary bear gnome. However, his right arm, which is densely packed with black scales, has five razor sharp claws at the end of it! The long snake tail, wrapped in layers of black scales, also stretched out from his large tail vertebrae, excitedly fluttering the snow on the ground!
This bear goblin chief, but also a black dragon dragon descendant?
Chapter 18: Bloodthirsty and Fearless
"The first one!" Barbarian Claw gripped the crude javelin in his left palm and threw it forward with all his might. The rough and rudimentary javelin cut an elegant brown arc above the cold sky dome, and easily crossed the low and rudimentary wooden spur rejecting horses, and stabbed a female centaur fiercely in the back of the heart! The sharp tip of the flint, while precisely avoiding the solid ribs, easily tore the girl's fragile flesh, internal organs, with a large nest of shockingly hot blood, and fragmented heart fragments, penetrated her white and tender chest!
The Centaur girl, trembling, lowered her youthful and tender face, her increasingly lax pupils, and when she looked at the blood-stained javelin that had penetrated her heart, she emitted an incredibly frightened gaze. She slowly raised her weakening hands and tried to pull the deadly weapon out of her body. But the javelin, light as straw for the naturally strong centaur, was now as heavy as the Ural Mountains in the girl's blood-soaked, tender hands! Numerous red blood, wrapped in a large number of fragments of internal organs, gushed up her throat, like a flood, from the mare's red lips gushing out!
"Bear gnome!" Looking at the sudden appearance of the barbarian claw behind their own back, the clan herders, who do not leave their bows, quickly pulled out the flint arrows in the arrow sac, but the dragon goblin is cunning and unusual, one hit, never greedy knife, he directly fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding a few whistling sharp arrows, the whole person rolled and crawled into the interior of the woods, with the help of the nearby dense pine beech, interfering with the shooting track of the people and horses The whole man rolled and crawled into the woods, interfering with the shooting trajectory of the horses and men with the help of the beech trees.
Seeing that his own daughter, who had not yet come of age, had been badly injured, a senile centaur, as if returning to his senses, shouted Skerritt's name, waved the spear behind him, leapt over the lowly rejection horse, and rushed recklessly into the woods! The other three garrisons had to jump out of the camp after him in order to cover their companions. The other three garrisons, in order to cover their companions, had to follow him and jumped out of the camp. They went straight to the direction of the barbarian claws, not knowing that there were more enemies lurking among the snowflakes and dead branches under their feet!
"CLICK!!!"
The first time I saw the horses were getting closer and closer, a bear gnome lying on the ground, covered with snow and dead branches, gripped the nail hammer in his hand, a sweeping blow, solidly smashed on the front hooves of the horses! The latter is like speeding in the middle of the sudden emergency brake motorcycle general, fell headlong on the snow, covered with wrinkled face, rubbing the snow, plowed forward a long distance. More than a hundred head of breath-holding bear gnomes, also have lifted the dead branches, snow covered in their own, while emitting deafening savage roar, while wielding nail hammer, shields, ruthlessly kill those caught off guard clan herders!
Five or six bear goblins in animal skins swarmed, some pressed the hooves of the aging centaur, some pressed his wrinkled arms, the rest, the nailhead hammer in their hands will be raised high, and then fall heavily, with each attack, the large nest of gorgeous blood-colored roses, will be accompanied by the chilling sound of broken bones, from the centaur's pale, robust flesh and blood bloom!
The other clan herders, no better. More and more bear goblins lurking and ambushing on the ground, like a spring spring, "clatter, clatter," lifted the simple and effective camouflage, quickly straighten up their large and robust body! Their left hand will be raised high leather wooden shield, protecting their vulnerable throat and head, the right hand in throwing a round of javelin, weakened, disrupted the enemy formation, immediately pulled out the waist nail hammer, defiantly rushed to the side of the centaur! The number was already at an absolute disadvantage, and the spears in the hands of the centaurs were not good at dealing with this kind of close combat, and it didn't take long for the three herdsmen to be beaten by numerous nail hammers and javelins, turning them into three bloody and miserable corpses!
At this point, instead, the girl whose heart was initially pierced struggled to get up from the pool of blood. Centaurs have a total of two hearts. Even if one heart is destroyed, the other one, within a certain time, can barely deliver blood to its own limbs and bones. She drew out the horn at her waist with great difficulty, and blew the high-pitched and impassioned bull's horn with all her last strength!
"Woo! Woo! Woo-"
"Two short and one long, enemy attack?" Christina, who looked gloomy and uncertain, once again straightened up her graceful body, which was not yet sitting still, from beside Peinhers, and spoke in an annoyed manner. For the second time, this is the second time today that a good thing has been interrupted!!!
"What's happening?" The pale centaur also drew the composite longbow that was behind his back and spoke in a rather proficient common tongue, puzzled. "Two short and one long, I remember this means enemy attack!"
"Nothing, you continue to study, this chief would like to see, in the end what the hell thing, dare to cross with me Christina!!!" The rouge horse gritted his teeth from the wall, grabbed a two-handed with a sharp axe, like a satin-like smooth and soft rouge back, also carrying a bag full of throwing spears, like a blood-colored storm, the second time out of the huge chief snow house!
By the way, before succeeding to the throne of the chief, Christina is the former chief of the fearless forces, Caen's former boss.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" More than one hundred centaurs who stayed in the camp, while blowing two long and one short alarm messages. While like a swift and fierce wind, arrived at the battlefield with the fastest speed. They were hiding behind a strong snow house and shot sharp arrows that could cover the sky at the bear goblins who were destroying the wooden spikes and had lost their sneaking advantage!
"Raise your shields! Raise your shields!" Savage Claw hid behind his clan members in annoyance. He never thought that these half-human, half-horse monsters would survive for a while after being stabbed through the heart! Even blew the horn for help! Causing his entire plan to go awry!
The centaurs here hid behind the snow huts, singing the great name of Skerritt, and quickly drew their supple bow strings. The bear goblins hid inside their shields, roaring the honorable name of Hieroglyphics and raising their sharp throwing spears high. The two sides were separated by low wooden barbed horses, allowing countless sharp bows and arrows and javelins, like flying locusts in the sky, back and forth, so lively! The wooden shields were covered with sharp arrows, and hundreds of long javelins were nailed outside the solid snow houses!
The two centaur herdsmen holding high the plank, against the other side of that horrible sea of javelins, snatched back the clan whose hearts were penetrated, a breath of life, bear goblins also bathed under the rain of arrows that covered the sky, smashed the rudimentary stakes of the centaurs, like a broken flood of filth, frantically poured into the interior of the camp!
"Fight for Skerritt!!!"
Just at this moment of crisis, twenty bloodthirsty and fearless, clad in lockets, also rushed along the wooden spike rejecting horses and quickly rushed near the battlefield. They were covered with a layer of illusory blood-colored mist. Numerous like a small mountain of robust and terrifying muscles, also visible to the naked eye speed swell open. Highly supported their body is very heavy lock armor. A pair of usually, friendly eyes, also instantly become incomparably tyrannical and hostile, and even crawled with countless dense and horrific blood!
"Berserk? Centaur's fearless troops are killing us!" Some of the bear goblins charging into the camp turned their bodies sideways in horror, trying to shrink their massive bodies, behind the narrow wooden shield in their left hands, and leaning their bodies slightly forward in a vain attempt to ward off the horrific charge of the bloodthirsty fearless - but of course, they failed, the size and mass of the two sides were not of the same order of magnitude at all! Under the horrific charge of the centaurs, they were just not thrown high into the sky like their disgraced gnome cousins!
The vanguard of the camp was knocked down like dominoes. The bloodthirsty fearless in a state of rage, raised two front hooves, like a punching machine, landed heavily on the strong, robust body of the first row of bear gnomes! The ribs, which are responsible for protecting the internal organs, were like a joke under the horrible trampling attack of the centaurs, crumbling, breaking, and shattering sharp bone spikes, even deeply into their supposedly tightly protected internal organs!
While trampling on the flesh and blood of his opponents, the centaur also swung his two-handed axe round and smashed it hard on the brains of the enemies in the second row to the ground! The smell of blood, along with the sound of cracking bones, the monster's harsh wail, the gurgling sound of blood flowing, slowly spread in this quiet and peaceful camp.
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"
The nail-headed hammer smashed the rejection horse gap is not very big, nearly two hundred head by the heavy armor fearless blocked behind, can not support the front line of the bear goblins, furiously cast the last javelin they carry! The last javelin they carried was thrust at the sturdy locking armor of the centaur, and the majestic body of the horse, which was not wearing an inch.
The javelins that pierced the lockets were unable to do any damage to them at all. The javelin that pierced the horse's torso only cut through and penetrated the strong muscles of the centaur. The inability to cause fatal damage only makes these bloodthirsty berserkers, because of the pain in the flesh, become more and more angry and aggressive! Each swing of the horrible axe in their hands, the hideously sharp axe blade, can drop on a mouthful of new hot blood!
Seeing the powerful and terrifying Bloodthirsty Fearless, blocking the gap of the wooden thorn rejection horses, the clan herders, too, have raised the recurve longbows in their hands, 45° towards the sky. The strong right arm, at the extreme speed of one arrow in six seconds, sent a rain of terrifying arrows sufficient to cover the sky for the bear gnomes!
"Retreat! Retreat! They'll only be raging for a minute at most! Let's retreat first! Wait for these half-man, half-horse guys to fall into a state of exhaustion before we counterattack!" Seeing that the way was blocked by twenty two-handed giants in heavy armor in front of them, and the troops were bathed in a rain of sharp, deadly arrows, they kept taking damage. The left arms of some bear goblins holding their shields aloft were even more sore from the endless clusters of sharp arrows that were hitting them beyond belief! So, some of them played small and prepared to retreat first. However, they were stopped by the more cunning and wise chief.
"Asshole! Don't run around! You can't outrun their four hooves on two legs! Survive this minute, is victory!" Savage Claw burrowed back from the woods at exactly this time. Staying at the back of the army, he waited patiently for the bloodthirsty fearless to finish their berserk time. His right arm, covered with black scales, deftly pulled out a hexagonal piece of flaky crystal from inside the animal skin pouch hanging around his waist.
57, 58, 59, 60!
"Now!!!" After giving the lives of more than seventy compatriots, the enemy's hideous and appalling blood-colored mist finally dissipated, the bloodthirsty and fearless people's incomparably exaggerated muscles, also like a leaky balloon wilted down. Savage Claw laughed loudly, opened his mouth full of disgusting saliva and sharp fangs, took a deep breath at the same time, the right claw, also fiercely crushed the piece of crystal mica!
"ROAR!!!"
Suddenly, an ear-splitting sound effect like thousands of sharp claws scratching the wooden boards suddenly erupted, tormenting the eardrums of everyone present! But the target of the savage claws, not the exhausted bloodthirsty fearless, but another sharp wooden thorn rejection horse! That improvised fragile wood, splintered under the concentrated attack of the second-ring spell [Crushing Sound Wave], all over the body. Instantly covered with a dense hideous cracks! The next second, it completely shattered, providing a second attack channel for the bear goblins!
"Shit! After the rampage, we're in a state of exhaustion, and we're already barely able to hold this gap, we can't even take care of it! That bear goblin chief, picked the right time!!!" The Fearless were panting and breathing heavily, and the strength of their giant axe wielding was weakened. Their majestic hooves, now as heavy as lead, it is difficult to run, charge - even if they can launch another charge, it is just a foolish act of tearing down the east wall to mend the west wall!
"Gnomes, gnomes, it's you gnomes causing trouble again!!!" Seeing more than fifty dirty bear goblins, led by the brutal claws, trampling on the land belonging to the Blood Fury Clan. The good thing with Pinehurst was spoiled twice in a row, and Christina, who had held her fire, burst out like a powder keg! She saw her long and healthy hooves fiercely stomping on the ground, the carmine colored handsome body, instantly scampered up high into the sky, like a cannonball, fiercely swooped down on the most conspicuous chief of the crowd, the Barbarian Claw!
Swooping, the frantic whistling cold wind, raised high the Chimera leather armor of a pair of huge cloak of mighty hideous - originally belonged to the three beasts of light gold wings! The wind, whistling through the tiny holes in the huge wing membrane, in the air with a terrifying, ear-piercing whistling sound! Deterrence, intimidation of all the surrounding enemies! Savage Claw looked up in surprise, the rouge-colored Centaur Chief, as if he had really grown a pair of huge pale gold bat wings!
Chapter 19: ordinary attack is a secondary attack and can trigger a heavy hitting chief you like it
"Pfft!"
Christina landed heavily on top of the ugly and hideous head of a bear gnome. The monster's fragile cervical vertebrae could not withstand the terrifying pressure of more than 2,000 pounds, and was instantly trampled by the rouge horse into numerous broken pieces! A huge head with a bear nose and pointed ears, after losing the support of the cervical vertebrae, was trampled alive by the Blood Rage Chief into his own chest cavity, propping up a large lump. Numerous brilliant waves of blood, the pale golden Chimera leather armor, painted into a hideous and horrible scarlet face.
The blood-soaked centaur chief, poking out his small, flexible red tongue, gently licking away the hot juice splashed on his lips. The intoxicating scarlet flavor, the rouge horse becomes more and more vicious, bloodthirsty, white arms, drive the huge axe up a swing, incomparably sharp axe blade, easily tore open the second bear goblin throat and jaw.
With one hit, Christina quickly flipped the upward swinging axe blade and slammed it into the head of the third enemy! The panic-stricken bear gnome hastily raised his shield to meet it, but the heavy axe blade easily smashed the hard wooden shield, tore the flexible animal fur armor, and embedded itself deeply into the bear gnome's left shoulder, cutting through numerous flesh, tendons, bones and internal organs, and re-revealing its own blood-stained axe blade from under his crotch.
"ROAR!!!" Looking at a mare killing in his own army, Savage Claw, who was the chief, waved his sharp right claw covered with pitch-black scales and fiercely grabbed Christina's throat! The sharp dragon claw, and the iron cast axe, fiercely clashed together, emitting an incomparable sharp, ear-piercing sound of friction!
"Dragon scales? A bit interesting!" The Rouge Blazing Horse revealed a bloodthirsty carnal smile, the two hearts inside her delicate body, beating more and more violently, the scarlet blood, was flushing back and forth to her six limbs and bones at an incredible speed. An extremely terrifying killing aura, also entwined in Christina's god handsome graceful body above, climbing up!
Only to see, she wrapped in Chimera leather under the smooth white human skin, quickly turned into a shocking carmine blood, a pair of eyes like ruby magnificent beauty, burning up substantial blood-colored flames, so that the heroic centaur chief, all over the body is filled with a demonic, wild special beauty.
After the rampage, Christina's body temperature all over her body, but also some scary hot. A drop of crimson blood-colored sweat, slowly seeping out of the fearless chief, that moving rouge skin, almost in an instant, will be vaporized by her hot body temperature, quickly formed a horrible to the extreme blood-colored fog, like wolf smoke like straight to the clouds!
The Wrath of Blood, true to its name!
Under the berserk enchantment, Christina in this duel of strength, occupying an overwhelming advantage, sharp axe blade, on top of the countless pieces of pitch-black dragon scales, squeezing, tearing out a hideous and terrifying huge crack, deeply embedded in the blood and flesh of the savage claw, so that a few strands of crimson blood, slowly seeping out of the cracks in the black scales.
As a dragon descendant of the savage claw, for the first time in the pure power of the fight, fell behind!
"You guys stop her!" Savage Claw fiercely retracted his right paw, under the cover of five or six bear gnomes, rolling and crawling out of the range of Christina's attack, using the gnomish language, heartfelt words. "I'll get their cubs as hostages! You guys hold on for a while longer!"
"Don't try to leave!" At this time, dozens of clan herders, also raising their spears high, came from behind the snow huts and killed them ferociously. However, there were simply too many bear goblins, and they wrapped themselves around the tall and strong half-man and half-horse in a deadly manner, leaving the most powerful of them all, Chief Savage Claw, dragging a trail of blood, to rush deeper into the camp.
Christina leapt, trying to break through the siege, but four or five dirty, foul-smelling claws, but caught her athletic and elegant hind hooves, the half-jumped rouge horse, dragged back alive!
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"Don't panic, don't panic! We still have a chance to win as long as we grab a few ponies and threaten them to stop!" Savage Claw rushed deeper into the camp while calming his panicked thoughts. His own long-planned plan was actually ruined by a mare with her heart pierced through? What a bummer! Never mind, there's still a chance...
Just when Savage Claw ran forward, the right side of the low snow house, suddenly burst out of a pale white tall human horse! The bear gnome was startled, and after seeing clearly the shape of the half-man, half-horse in front of him, he immediately waved his dragon claws and grabbed the enemy in front of him!
Attracted by the sound of killing outside the house, finally, driven by curiosity, Pinehurst was also surprised by the black-scaled bear gnome in front of him. The bear gnome's dirty scalp, grazed a deep and horrible blood scar!
"ROAR!!!" Savage Claw covered the bloody wound on the top of his head and let out a roar of pain. He frantically rushed in the direction of the pale centaur, but the other side, like a gust of wind, was getting farther and farther away from him! By the way, he also twisted his incomparably flexible waist backwards a hundred and eighty degrees, and shot an incomparably sharp flint arrow at his face, throat, heart and other vital points!
"Why are there still horses and men!" Savage Claw scrambled to use the incomparably hard, pitch-black dragon scales of his right arm as a shield to block the whistling clusters of sharp arrows. Countless tumbling, writhing, sticky green water slowly seeped out of his blood-soaked left hand, fusing and converging in his palm into a wickedly muddy dark green orb that slammed hard into the direction of Peinhus!
"What the hell?" Pinehurst tilted his head and dodged the strong acid liquid that looked "slow" to him. Once again, he drew his compound longbow into a terrifying full moon! This time, he aimed at the bear gnome's right leg. The enemy looks as thick-skinned as a brown bear, and must be extremely resilient. The right claw is like a shield like the dark scales are even more troublesome. To deal with this kind of thing ------ first abolish him a leg good!
One hit missed, the bear gnome began to gather a second writhing, tumbling dark green ball. But the 0-ring trick is not ready, his right leg, there is a sharp pain! A sharp feather arrow, take advantage of the barbarian claw when concentrating on the spell, easily shredded, through his right leg blood tendons!
"There's no way to defend when casting a spell." Pinehurst remembered this important information and once again bent his bow and arrow, trying to give him an arrow to fill his left leg as well, completely depriving the enemy of his ability to move. But, just as he aimed to shoot, the bear gnome also from the waist of the animal skin package, pulled out a large transparent gelatinous body, while dancing, while roaring pale centaurs do not understand the strange language, instantly disappeared within the sight of Pinehurst?
"It's magic again!" Peinhers frowned and slowly withdrew the taut bowstring. In the past ten days, he had thoroughly mastered this terrifying body that was as powerful as a monster. Confidence is bursting the pale centaur, and even have the certainty to single out an adult male lion, but, arcane, divine magic such as he can not understand things, still left a small psychological shadow to the pale centaur. The unknown is the greatest fear in the hearts of intelligent creatures.
"Swish-la."
There is no choice, Pinehurst back against the incomparably tall chief snow house, retracted the hand of the recurve longbow, quickly pulled out the iron longsword pinned to the waist, waving back and forth nervously, this invisibility spell Christian will also. She will use this spell every day to do some mischief: for example, in the sheep breeding, the sexually active ram crotch, the same pregnant ewe to get invisible. And then carefully admire the former pair of square pupils in the eyes of the sheep, giving off suspicion of the birth of the frightened look - that bad character of the little ninny, always happy to laugh at this.
Hell, I should have asked her what the properties of this magic were!
"Damn! This pale centaur juggles his bow and arrow hard and accurately, he should be a forest ranger who is good at shooting, not physical combat!" With the second ring [Invisibility], the brute claw that avoided Pinehurst's tricky sharp arrows panted and judged the enemy's ability. "Look at his haphazard sword swinging technique, his melee fighting ability should be very poor! With this dragon claw, I should be able to gain an advantage if I fight in close quarters."
After making up his mind, the bear gnome, with his superb sneaking skills, and the protection of invisibility, strained to drag a wounded leg, and slowly approached the pale centaur, 20 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet! It's getting closer and closer!
"ROAR!!!"
With a blood-curdling roar of terror, the air in front of Pinehurst suddenly distorted to reveal the hideous and terrifyingly huge body of the savage claw! The bear gnome's thick left palm, clutching the pale centaur's right wrist holding a sword, covered with black scales sharp right claws, like five extremely sharp razor, with the speed of lightning, stabbed at the throat of the opponent!
The pale centaur, who was caught off guard, had to put his left arm across his neck before two terrifying claws covered with black scales, tore through his palm, after enduring the pain, holding the two pierced his palm, incomparably sharp fingers, prevented his neck from being penetrated by the sad fate!
"Ha! Mantis is just a mantis! It's a certain death ending anyway, so why do you need to suffer extra pain? Wouldn't it be better to die obediently?" The centaur's blood was splashed on his face, and the brutal claw laughed cruelly as he slowly increased the force of his right claw, trying to make the five razor-sharp dragon claws continue to push forward - wait, why was his proud strength, like a mud bull into the sea, unresponsive in front of the pale centaur's traumatized left palm? Instead of going in, it pushed several centimeters?
"Hmm? This bear gnome has so little power." The imagined difficult tug-of-war did not take place. Pinehurst felt the ridiculous strength coming from the palm of his hand, and his stunned face, a hideous smile emerged! The pale centaur's left wrist pushed hard, directly breaking the bear gnome's two fragile finger bones encased inside the black scales!
"AHHHH!!!"
Was broken two fingers of the brute claw, let out a heartbreaking scream, he panicked to let go of his left palm to catch Pinehurst wrist, trying to break free of the pale man horse, that is like an iron pincer like a horrible grip force. But the other side is faster! Half man half horse horror monster, sitting directly on his knees above the huge body of the bear gnome, more than two thousand one hundred pounds of weight, the brute claw pressure straight rolled eyes! Almost spit out the morning lamb! The centaur's left palm, which was penetrated by the dragon claw, also grasped the dragon descendant's incomparably sharp claws, closer and closer to his own filthy, foul-smelling neck!
"Ha! Mantis is just a mantis! It's a sure death ending anyway, so why do you need to suffer extra pain? Wouldn't it be better to die obediently?" Looking at the other party's incomparably desperate dark eyes, and to himself, not worth mentioning the strength of resistance, above the handsome pale face of Peinhus, the same revealed a cruel smile. The bear goblin mocked his own generic words, and returned them word for word!
Chapter 20: Iron Bone Husky
"Not there yet?" On the other side, the marauders formed a circle, watching over a group of goblin slaves who were dying of hunger, getting farther and farther away from the ranch. Along with the passage of time, Curonia's brain, which had been swept away by greed, also slowly regained its senses under the whistling of the biting cold wind. Noticed a hint of something wrong.
"Strong ------ powerful centaurs, almost there, almost there!" Hungry to the skin and bones of the aged gnome, difficult to move his pair of almost than the centaur fingers, but also thin legs, with the head of the predator, trembling to a small mound of earth near - a dozen primitive and rudimentary narrow holes in the ground, he appeared in front of Curonian.
Something is wrong! Within a few miles radius nearby, only this mound was not covered with snow. Moreover, near the entrance of the primitive cave, there were large handfuls of fresh dirt: these holes were recently excavated by man! And, he said "bear goblin treasure"? Oh! How can these narrow holes fit the furry asses of those monsters!
Things have come to this point, a fool knows that he or she has been cheated!
"Run away! After the mission succeeds, everyone is a free man!!!" The gnome elder's dull pupils suddenly erupted with sparks of hope, and his matchstick-like thin, fragile limbs, from nowhere, gained amazing strength, dragging his incomparably aged torso, leaping into the narrow interior of the cave!
"As of today, I am no longer a slave! No more!" The gnome elder, who had fallen to his death inside the cave, climbed up excitedly, and his aging and ugly face was filled with a yearning for a new life above. He wanted to go deeper into the cave, but the countless frozen pasture grasses, at the command of Kulonia, flew open! Like a yellow anaconda, wriggling their soft and slender body, easily into the narrow cave beyond the reach of horses and men, tightly wrapped around the old gnome's bony limbs, a hand will be dragged out of it!
"No! NO! No!!!" The pale gnome, hanging upside down in mid-air by the herd, looked incredulously at Curonia's brown eyes filled with rage. The great despair after the destruction of hope made him like a madman, desperately wriggling his fragile body! More and more yellow grazing grass, wrapped around his aging neck, slowly strangling the monster in front of him!
"Run away! Survive and we'll be free!" Seeing the leader, being abused by the centaurs in the most brutal way, the remaining goblins pushed and shoved, scrambled and jumped into the interior of the hole in the ground, and the scene instantly turned into unbearable chaos! The deceived marauders shot indiscriminately, but a dozen or so cunning goblins, using their compatriots around them as shields, managed to escape down the deep tunnel!
"Never mind those dirty, ugly little monsters! Back to the ranch! Quickly!" Cullonia, furious, threw away the miserable corpse of the old gnome suffocated to death, and spoke in unbridled anger. "They're just decoys! The enemy's real target, 80% of the time, is our flock!!!"
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"Ha-ha-ha-ha-" More than a hundred [wolves] from Siberia heard their gnome master's After hearing the command to "run", they immediately panted with excitement and ran wildly! On top of the white snow, they left a series of beautiful paw prints like plum blossoms. Like a terrifying thunder, instantly exploded in the side of more than 40,000 sheep and cattle!
Their weapons and equipment were quite rudimentary. Even the cavalry saddle, which was only an incomparably thin layer of leather, was not even fixed on top of the wolf's back. But even so, these highly mobile cavalrymen caused harassment within the centaurs.
"You guys go first! We'll stop those wolf cavalry!" The men and horses that were dragged by the large number of livestock could not shake off the pursuit of the goblin riders. It was only possible to divide part of the troops to stop those black and white whistling wolf riders. The two sides were like two oncoming high-speed trains, ruthlessly colliding together!!!
One inch long, one inch strong. The gnome would have been riding on the back of the husky. The short body of less than a meter, can only wield a short spear up to 120 cm, in contrast to the tall and strong centaur herders, their shortest spear, are above two meters! Before the tip of the spear could poke the enemy's hoof, the spear penetrated the entire skull! White cranial debris, mixed with blood and brain matter, splashed everywhere! But, just after the centaur stabbed the goblin cavalryman to death, the huge giant wolf, also rushed in front of him!
"Shit!" The clan herder who rushed at the front and could not dodge in time had to grit his teeth and prepare to bear the horrible teeth of the vicious wolf's tearing bite. However, the imagined severe pain did not come from his leg. The strange species, black and white, twitched the tip of its wet, warm black pen nose and licked the herder's front leg ingratiatingly. Sitting obediently on the ground, with an expectant look at the huge package carried by the centaur on the horse's back.
"???" The herdsman casually flung away the goblin corpse stuck above the tip of his gun, and his eyes, following the gaze of the vicious wolf, slowly moved backwards - oh, it was staring at the lunch he was carrying on his back ah.
"Are you looking at this?" The herdsman breathlessly pulled out a large piece of doe ribeye that had been blackened by thick smoke. This was also a survival technique handed to them by Peinhers, and it was said that the thick smoke could smother a large number of small insects that cause meat to spoil. It is more conducive to food storage.
"Oooh woof!"
Husky that black tail, like a windmill shaking more and more intense, large puddles of sticky transparent saliva, overflowing out of its hideous and horrific bloody mouth, like a waterfall pouring on top of the snow, and the cold north wind, visible to the naked eye speed, frozen into a hard cold ice.
Behind him, more than a hundred equally naive huskies, also disregarded the body goblin master's orders, have stopped the pace of the charge, more than a hundred pairs of blue beast pupils, staring dead in the hands of the herdsman's ribs, wagging their tails wildly behind them to show goodwill. Even if the body of the goblins, punching and kicking themselves, but also simply do not move!
There is no way, the Savage Claw Clan also has no extra food, after the fierce purchase of more than a hundred Siberian wolves, the remaining food is not enough to share, the huskies have not tasted the meat for four or five days!
"Gnomes are no wolves available, riding this kind of cute thing??" The herder rolled his eyes speechlessly, grabbed the left wrist of the rib steak, from the inside out, and gave a violent vibration, so that the aromatic charred black rib steak, just like a frisbee, spun and crossed the heads of the huskies, landing far behind the wolves.
"OW!!!"
The Siberian wolves, who hadn't tasted meat for days, instantly exploded and turned around and ran in the direction of the meat steaks! Exposing the defenseless backs of the gnome riders to the sharp spears and arrows of the men and horses! The clan herders, amused by the wolves, laughed loudly while carefully raising the bows in their hands, aiming at the back of the goblin riders' heads and shooting a dense rain of deadly arrows!
"Bastard! Bastard! Turn your head and attack - ugh? You don't a wolf to the enemy where ah ah ah ah!" The gnome rider waved the small wooden shield in his hand, desperately slapped the Siberian wolf on his hip, forcing him to turn around and charge - the latter did, because that large piece of rib, simply not enough for the wolves to divide, the unfulfilled husky, licking the oil on his lips, with the incomparably frightened gnome rider on his back, trotted all the way to the man and horse The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.
"I can't, I'm fucking dying of laughter from these wolves!" The herdsman covered his belly which was cramping a bit with laughter, poked a spear through the poor cavalryman on the wolf's back, cried and laughed as he pulled out half a deer leg, cut off a small piece with the sharp tip of his spear and threw it high into the sky, teasing the husky in front of him.
"Oooh woof!" Looking at the meat flying into the sky, the husky's eyes went straight, he desperately lifted both front paws to stand up vertically and leapt upwards - catching the meat with his mouth while also throwing the terrified and seriously injured gnome on his back onto the snow! The husky, who could not maintain his balance in the air, coincidentally fell on top of his master, whose chest was torn by a spear! A series of bones were crushed by the weight of the horrific sound effects rang out on the spot.
The goblin rider, who was coughing blood and dying from the spear of a centaur running through his chest and the bones crushed by his own mount, exhausted his last life, hissed out in despair: "Gah! Gary! Wee! Vic! Kes! You traitor!!!"
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Coming from the Far East, the incomparably obese Chief Garivicus, bathed in the interior of a sleigh filled with gold coins, sneezed heavily once again.