Chapter 21: Three sides of the attack
Above the front battlefield, more than two hundred horses and men, in the number of ten times the number of their own goblin army in a bloodbath. Above the yellow pasture, lay a thick layer of mutilated flesh. The brown soil, thirsty for the blood of both sides, slowly turning into a shocking face of blood!
Countless flesh and blood of broken corpses, and the horrific stance of the man and horse that wildly shouted and fought, deeply shocked the originally very timid and cowardly goblins. Under the cover of the seemingly endless rain of arrows from the herders, Luga and other warriors were able to make two or three broken limbs every time they waved their long swords, along with the scarlet arc of blood, flying high into the cold dome of the sky!
Looking at their fellow soldiers in front of them less and less, powerful and terrifying people closer and closer to their own, a few legs weak gnomes, only to feel the crotch a cold, immediately issued a harsh and desperate scream, turn around and run!
"Get back to fighting! You soft bones!" Seeing that the army's morale was about to collapse, the bear gnome waved the leather whip in his hand in annoyance, the soft tail of the whip, like a dexterous viper. Instantly wrapped around the ankle of the deserter, the governor's right arm full of explosive muscles yanked, directly dragging the scared gnome, back to his side. Twelve gnome inspectors riding black seat wolves, holding short spears and wooden shields, and eating fat, also wielded spears in their hands, and chased all the deserters without mercy! Let the fierce and cunning black wolves on their hips, greedily chewed their skinny corpses!
The bear goblin governor, too, grabbed a primitive and rudimentary flint spear without a second thought. In front of the deserter, he stabbed it into his ass alive! All the way through, tearing the gnome thin chest, internal organs, and finally through his slender neck, from the deserter's mouth covered with foul-smelling saliva, revealing his own blood and flesh-stained sharp spear point!
Even if the body was penetrated, the gnome deserter still did not die directly, still painful, desperate swaying their thin limbs!
"The clan is running out of food! There is no way back for everyone! Do you dirty, stupid little things want to fight and kill on the battlefield, using your own hands, to earn a chance to live and feast on the flesh and blood of men and horses after victory? Or do you want to be a gutless coward and suffer a worse punishment than he did? The bear gnome let out a deafening roar of terror. The army's morale was suppressed by the most cruel means.
His hairy arms, raised high the blood-stained spear that pierced the goblin's body, waving it back and forth in the cold air. So that everyone, understand what horrible torture will be suffered as a deserter!!!
"Fight! FIGHT! FIGHT!!!"
The goblin inspectors, also jumped off the back of the blackened wolf, pulled out the dagger at their waist, cut off the heads of those deserters and hung them on top of their sharp short spears. Let more goblins see the miserable end after being a deserter!
"Shamans! Use Acid Splash!" Seeing that the situation had finally stabilized, the bear goblin governor breathed a long, heartfelt sigh of relief. He casually wiped the crimson blood that splashed on his body and almost froze. The only legal unit of the barbarian claw tribe was ordered: five obese goblins wearing sheep skulls and holding skeletal wooden sticks, into the battle.
"Christian? There are goblin spell troops on the right!" Looking from afar at a group of goblins began to cast spells, Luga slashed the goblins in front of him while calling the names of his clan members to each other with general unease.
"No need for you to remind me! I can see better than you!" The bard quickly pulled out a turquoise emerald jade flute from her waist, smooth and dark slender hands, holding both ends of the flute, sweet red seductive vermilion lips, gently biting on top of the blow hole, blowing out a refreshingly beautiful music.
On the other side, countless foul-smelling green thick water, slowly wriggling their dirty and blasphemous slimy bodies, under the incantation of the goblin shaman, forming a small ball of acid. But the moment the shaman was about to cast a successful spell, a deathly, ghastly silence enveloped each and every one of their bodies! The acid that had lost control of the spell was like snow under the blazing sun, instantly dissipating into thin air. A shaman wanted to scream, but found himself unable to roar or hear any sound!
"Well done!" The five druids praised the bard's spell. The body suddenly produced a strange change: the sturdy body of the half-man and half-horse suddenly began to twist and distort. Clothes instantly dissolved in the human upper body of robust flesh and blood. In its place, there is a dense overlap of black feathers. The lips bulged forward, elongated and hardened into a sharp eagle's beak. A pair of slender front hooves, slowly turning into sharp eagle claws. The hind hooves and the entire body, like a leaky balloon, instantly shriveled up and disappeared.
The eagle-turned centaur druids, followed by their eagle companions, fluttered their huge black feathers, swept low over the heads of the goblin army, quickly flying over the foul and foul-smelling green sea, fluttering a pair of black feathers eight feet wide, like cannonballs, smashing into the faces of the shamans! The sharp eagle claws, piercing deep into the fragile flesh and blood of the goblins, grabbed their thin shoulders and hovered high into the sky!
In a short while, the goblin shamans that thin, dirty bodies, accompanied by a series of frightened and mournful screams from the sky, instantly on top of the hard frozen soil, fell into a puddle of bloody mud.
"Hell! Hell! The wolf cavalry is gone, and the shaman has been taken out by a flying druid!" The bear goblin governor, anxiously watching the situation change, thinking how he should win - suddenly, a sound like muffled thunder as heavy and terrifying sound of horse hooves, from the distance. The cold land of the pasture, also appeared abnormal shaking: the left and right flanks of the goblin army, a large number of reinforcements from the blood rage clan!
In the livestock unharmed from the battlefield, after settling down, more than twenty herders, immediately led more than two hundred loyal, brave Caucasian dogs, from the left flank of the goblins raging back to kill. Those lion-like majestic large canines, even taller than some goblins!
Clan herdsmen galloped above the pasture while pulling out a kind of bone odd dysprosium from the inside of the arrow capsule sewn by animal skin. It consists of arrowhead blade and arrowhead collar, with a ridge in the sewn side so that the arrow arc is not concave and the arrowhead collar has a round cross-section. This special structure, can make the dysprosium in the course of flight, as if the banshee whistle like sharp and ear-piercing harsh sound!
In the two dozen herdsmen, the moment they shot the dysprosium in their hands, more than two hundred well-trained Caucasian dogs, then erected their own head furry ears. Concentrate on the location of the arrow - oh, the high-pitched, mournful, extraordinarily torturous ears of the dysprosium, fell on a group of short, dirty green-skinned dwarfs ------
Bite him!!!
More than two hundred loyal and brave Caucasian dogs have let out a bloodthirsty roar full of animal lust. They ran wildly over the pasture, roaring and snarling, some opened their bloody maws covered with hideous fangs and bit down hard on the fragile throats of the goblins, some leapt, and with their strong bodies and sharp claws, directly overwhelmed two or three weak enemies! Behind them, the centaur herders were hunting the fragile lives of the goblins with the terrifying efficiency of one arrow in six seconds, just like target practice!
"Long live Skerritt!!!"
On the right flank, wearing full body lockets, wielding a huge two-handed axe Caen, also under the guidance of the druid, quietly around the north of the battlefield, launched an unstoppable and terrifying charge against the right flank of the goblins! Form a three-sided pincer movement!
Thirty bloodthirsty and fearless in a berserk state, and fifty brave and warlike centaur warriors, shouting the mighty name of the gods of nature and community, like a sharp, pointed knife. In the goblin army, tearing out a bloody and hideous horror rift! Countless thin gnomes, under this horrific charge, were crushed internal organs, broken bones, and even thrown up high into the sky, before falling heavily to the ground. It was like a rain of gnomes laced with sweet red blood.
"Fuck it! I'm not fighting anymore!" Under the three-sided attack, not to mention the cowardly goblins, even the bear goblin governors lost all their morale and immediately dropped the blood-stained spears decorated with goblin corpses in their hands and rolled and crawled into the dense forest! The twelve inspectors, too, rode their wolves and fled in all directions!
"New!" The druid in the lead let out a high, mournful eagle cry. It cocked its head full of pale feathers. The sharp beak of the bird pointed directly at the bear gnome who was in charge of supervising the battle. The other Centaur druids, who had transformed into eagles, also nodded gently, and together they gathered their wings, like a dark meteor, and swooped down into the dense forest.
"New!!!" Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the bear gnome, the druid flapped his wide black feathered wings and let out a second loud and piercing horrible eagle cry. The bear gnome only felt a weakness under his feet, and his whole body sank down towards the ground! He lowered his head in horror - only to see the dry, hard earth beneath his feet turn into soft mud and sand, like quicksand hell, dragging his entire body downward! In the blink of an eye, it trapped his legs!
At the same time, countless pine beech flexible roots, but also with an incredible speed expansion, growth, out of the soft cold sand, like countless brown pythons, tightly wrapped around the bear gnome's limbs and bones, fiercely dragged into the incomparably soft mud and sand, only his neck and head, exposed in the cold air.
"Newsflash!!!" The druid let out a third arrogant cry. Although unable to speak after transforming into an animal, the group of centaurs, who knew each other too well, had long been able to communicate in a simple manner by virtue of body language. Ten sharp eagle claws, some pierced the bear gnome's eye sockets, some hooked the enemy's nostrils, some simply tore, scratching the other thick fur-covered thick neck, everyone together, hard to his hideous desperate ugly head, from the cervical vertebrae alive ripped out!!!
Seeing that the governor was dead, the druids breathed a long sigh of relief, grabbed the enemy's head and flew back to the battlefield, soaring above the heads of the goblin army with flair! With the Governor's dead face, and the sweet red and hot blood, destroying and striking the enemy's morale.
The bear gnome's death soon became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and so far the gnomes' few morale has completely collapsed as they cried, wailed, and wailed in disarray, dropping their weapons and shields and pushing their former comrades towards what they thought was the "safe direction"!
Chapter 22: Fireball Necklace
When the Blood Fury clan, after the overwhelming victory on the ranch. Christina also led the remaining men and horses, blocked the two gaps in the wooden spur refusal horse, and more than two hundred bear goblins, frantically killed together! The carmine horse, clad in Chimera leather armor and wielding a two-handed axe, was like a beautiful poppy blooming on a mountain of corpses and blood, emitting a chilling blood mist!
"Oh my God! We lasted at least a minute under her axe! Why hasn't her berserk gone away!" Several of the tallest and most robust bear goblins were losing ground under Christina's rampaging attack. With the cover and support of dozens of spears from the herders on both sides, the beautiful chief, whose white skin had turned carmine, was like a tireless killing machine, raising her two-handed axe once again and slashing at the heads of her enemies!
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"
Suddenly, the bear gnomes, bathed in a rain of arrows and fighting, suddenly felt the sharp rain overhead, which seemed to grow larger and larger - hundreds of childish foals, despite the adults' objections, resolutely pulled out their sharp bows and arrows and joined the bloody battlefield! The young and tender faces were filled with hatred for the enemy, and the desire to kill. A small arm, pulling open the short bow for training, aimed at the head and throat of the bear goblins, and shot a round of sharp arrows forged of flint!
A pink carved filly. Gazing at the corpse-strewn killing field in front of her, she nervously drew the recurve bow in her hand. Her delicate face, although a hint of fear and want to cry fearful look. But the pair of large amber eyes, but shone with an incomparable firm gaze. Gritting her teeth, she finally let go of the flexible bowstring that had long been drawn to a full moon, and let a sharp flint feather arrow sink deep into the right eye of a bear gnome!
Even if it is a centaur cub, it has the same fighting power as an ordinary human adult male!
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Inside the camp, Savage Claw was doing his last struggle under the absolute power of Pinehurst: his body parts below the chest cavity and his left hand, all of which were crushed to death by the terrifying weight of the pale horse's torso of more than 2,100 pounds, and he couldn't even move his fingers, let alone use magic. But, he still has one last card!
The Black Dragon descendant opened his bloody mouth covered with sharp fangs and foul-smelling saliva and took a deep, long breath. Numerous terrifying energy swimming inside his body quickly converged on his chest. The lungs, because of the large amount of air inhaled in a short period of time, even like an inflatable balloon growing larger and larger! Pinehurst, only to feel the huge furry body beneath him, but slowly inflated?
"No good!"
The pale centaur quickly let go of the left hand that grabbed the other dragon claw, and slapped the bear gnome on the right side of the face that looked up at the sky, and pressed his huge head sideways on the earth.
"Snort! Snort! Snort!!!"
It was too late. Pinehurst just pressed the head of the barbaric claw, fishy wind, wrapped in a large number of tumbling creepy foam, constantly writhing miserable green acid, from his hideous bloody mouth spewed out! Terrible wind pressure, lifted a thin layer of the ground. The dark green acid, more like a horrible ray from a high-pressure water gun, in the hard soil, plowed a deep furrow! Terrifying highly toxic acid, wildly corroding the frozen earth, accompanied by a horrific sound of corrosion, rising out of a wisp of horrible white smoke emitting a foul smell.
Damn! You almost got shot in the face by this miserable green corrosive poison?
Although dodged the ray spit of the Dragonborn. Peinhus, however, had to let go of the terrifying black-scaled dragon claw. The brute claw did not hesitate to extend the dragon claw to his neck, from the necklace with three bright gold beads hanging above, plucked out a body of pure gold, but also engraved with some kind of ancient runes of the golden orb, viciously smashed on the pale centaur caught off guard above the face!
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Go back in time to between five days
Savage Claw Clan Camp
"The terrifying black scales of Salmatia! Son of the true dragon! The pride of the bear goblins! The mighty and invincible Savage Claw Chief! Look what your truest and most trusted friend has brought you from the Far East!" Garivix jumped off the sled and trudged in the direction of Savage Claw. The huge fat flesh stacked and drooping together all over his body swayed and swayed wildly to the left and right with every walk of the Far East Chief.
"Oh? Besides the Siberian wolf, and that horrible crossbow, you have goodies? Let me konk!!!" Savage Claw's eyes widened greedily. If it wasn't for this clan from the Far East, which was luxuriously and horribly equipped to a terrifying degree, he would even have the urge to rob and annex this fat pig clan!
Thinking of this, the barbarian claw peeked across the luxurious army: thousands of fat, weak gnomes eating, all wearing sturdy studded leather armor. They held four or five throwing spears, and a wide wooden shield. Five hundred huge black colored wolves were draped with brand new wolf saddles. The cavalrymen, for the sake of speed, only wore a thin layer of cloth armor. They were armed with compound short bows and a sharp short spear. Walking at the end of the clan was even a shaman unit of thirty men in size!
The fat bear goblin's chieftain's personal guard, but also a 300 goblins formed by the heavy armor, they all hold heavy wooden shields and sharp spears up to 220 cm long, clad in the Far East forged steel scale armor. Countless pieces of solid steel, like dragon scales, densely affixed to the solid body of the earth elves. The trained assembled into an incomparably neat square formation, the Garry Vickers, clustered in the center of the safest team.
"It's a fireball necklace oh." The fleshy bear gnome chief, the face that was piled with fat, revealed a secretive and inexplicable smile. The obese right hand, pull out a string of magic necklace worn with four gold beads. Each orb, are like gold, shining in the sunlight. "Each golden bead, has the power of the third ring magic: fireball spell! The most exaggerated thing is that this thing does not need to cast a spell, it can explode when thrown! It's a good thing to save your life! Chief! Since you are a big customer, I'll give you a 10% discount! I only want nine young ewes!"
"No need to recite incantations, pose and consume spell casting materials? Really?" The somewhat ignorant and uneducated Barbarian Claw tilted his head in disbelief. Showing a foxed expression. If what Gary Vickers said was true, then this was indeed a very scary thing.
"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, you can find an open space and try." Galivix's fat palm, clutching three brilliant golden pearls, deliberately exposed the topmost one, the golden ball, to the brutal claw chief's eyes. The other party also, as he wished, used his sharp dragon claws and took the topmost of the necklace, the only one real one!!!
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Pinehurst inexplicably looked at that smashed in his face, nothing happened, then fell to the ground, slowly rolled away from the golden orb, like looking at a fool, looking back at the barbarian claw that mixed with shock, anger, incomprehension, and even some aggravation of the ugly face.
The pale centaur shrugged and stopped trying to understand the other party's inexplicable actions. Let's pretend that the other party's brain is funny! His huge body, pressed the opponent's body and left palm. The right hand pressed the bear gnome's ugly head to avoid his huge, horrible mouth that could spew out acid to himself again. The left hand, which was dripping with blood, was slowly breaking the other three dragon fingers of the opponent.
When the pale centaur broke the other side's five dragon claws with pure brute force, the brutal claw chief who gritted his teeth and tried to control himself not to scream, was already in cold sweat from the pain and fainted from the pain without saying a word.
Chapter 23: The triumphant triumph
Just like the brute claw trying to capture a few ponies alive and force the men and horses to stop fighting. Pinehurst also from the waist of the animal skin package, take out the spare bowstring made of animal sinew, the bear gnome hands, dead back tied behind.
Wait, he seems to spit acid.
Thinking of this, the pale centaur shrugged helplessly and pulled out the Roman short sword at his waist. On the other side of the warm animal skin coat, cut out three long strips. He first rubbed one of the animal skins into a ball, fiercely stuffed into the other side of the incomparable fishy mouth, to ensure that the oral space is stuffed tightly by the animal skins, jaws and tongue can not move after. Only then did the second group of beast skin, wrapped tightly around the mouth of the barbarian claw, in the back of his head knotted dead knot.
"Well - this should not spit it out." Peinhus with the third beast skin, simply bandaged the left palm of the penetrating wound, single right hand lifted the unconscious state of the black dragon descent, as a shield forged of blood and flesh, across his body. Stride towards the killing sound of the battlefield, to more than a hundred head of blood-soaked bear goblins, raised high the unconscious body of the savage claw!
"Listen up, people on the other side! Your people are in my hands ------ ugh?" The pale centaur's words have not yet fallen, only to see the opposite bear gnomes, first revealed a face of unbelievable shocked look, ferocious bloodthirsty pupils, instantly contracted to the size of a needle point, as if they had seen a ghost, radiating incomparable fear of panic gaze.
The bear goblins, who were already being pinned down by the men and horses, saw their leader captured and their morale plummeted. Fear, trembling, and by the sky flying, dense flint arrows, stabbed the huge body cloaked in animal skin. The bloodthirsty and fearless wielding the huge two-handed axe, but also took advantage of the opportunity to swing the sharp axe in the hands of the round! Every time they wielded the appalling giant axe in their hands, they were able to make one or two furry mutilated arms, accompanied by large nests of demonic, mournful blood-colored plum blossoms, blooming in the middle of the icy sky and snow!
"Even the most powerful Barbarian Claw Chief has lost to the Centaurs! It's a death sentence if we keep fighting! Run away!" Finally, the bear goblins' morale completely collapsed, they panicked and dropped the weapons in their hands, dragging their huge furry bodies, bathed in the increasingly rampant arrow rain from the centaurs, leaving behind countless pitiful bodies nailed into hedgehogs by bows and javelins, and fleeing deep into the dense forest, pushing and shoving each other.
"Phew - is everyone okay, how's the damage?" The bear goblins that fled from the road, escaped the maximum range of their javelins, and shot two or three bear goblins again, Christina also let out a long sigh of relief. The blood-colored smoke slowly dissipated, the blood-stained red leather armor under, the gorgeous rouge skin, but also gradually returned to like sheep's fat jade like a beautiful pale face. The carmine mare wearily shakes its elegant and graceful god handsome body, barely stabilizing the four slightly trembling long and slender hoof.
"Seventeen herdsmen were killed in action with three fearless, and the rest were each wounded. But the enemy's loss is at least four times more than ours!" A bloodthirsty fearless clad in heavy armor, sweeping the battlefield that was strewn with corpses, leaning on the huge axe in his own hand, panting and panting, said. "Damn! Those four herdsmen are sick in the head! How dare they break out of the safety of the rejection horses? They were torn to pieces by the ambushed bear goblins!"
"You are not allowed to insult the dead!" A mare with tears in her eyes struggled to bandage the horrific wound on the left breast of her companion. "They were also trying to avenge their sister's death! That's why they rushed out of the camp in anger!"
"That shouldn't be so reckless! Damn, that old devil Mangal has lived for sixty years for nothing, doesn't he know the standard ambush tactics of the bear goblins?" Fearless irritated voice, turned a little choked, trembling. "Big ------ everyone still got together yesterday to drink ------"
"Okay, don't make any noise." Christina dragged her tired posture, using a flat, but unquestionably calm voice, trying to hold up a powerful appearance of invincible warfare in front of her clan. "Peinhus! You are the fastest! Go to the ranch and summon back a druid who can heal wounds! Being destroyed a heart ------ such a horrific wound, even for a centaur, is fatal!"
"As ordered." The pale centaur looked at dozens of bloody human and horse corpses, and the girl's chest, the horrible hideous penetrating scars, sadness, anger, sadness, countless negative emotions, re-haunted on top of his cold heart.
Sad for others, sad? This kind of mood, he has not felt for years. He originally lived and worked in a deceitful environment, where every word of the politicians around him could hide a deadly conspiracy. All of them are hiding knives in their smiles, one thing in front of the other, one thing behind the scenes, outwardly gentle and elegant, but inside there is endless darkness lurking.
Slowly, Pinehurst to the endless rivalry around, a deep disgust and even hatred of emotions, and finally with years of savings, and innate racing talent to earn a large sum of money, choose to live with the simple and kind cats, dogs, hawks and horses, together in the sparsely populated suburbs.
However, in these two weeks together, Pinehurst heartily liked this primitive and simple nomadic society. Although the centaurs are wild and rude, fierce and aggressive, some are even lustful and greedy for money, but most of them are brash and straightforward straightforward, simple and clear way of speaking, never hide their thoughts. The few who do not see eye to eye, is also frank and honest true villain.
Well, except for Christian the brooding, dark bard.
Perhaps, many people will feel that talking to this kind of straightforward rash is very faceless, making both sides without a step down. But for Pinehurst ------ this kind of simple and brisk, do not have to go to great lengths to guess the thoughts of others, simply he is more than ten years dream of heaven!
"This guy Peinhus is strong, worthy of the character who defeated Luga, and actually captured this bear gnome of black dragon descent alive?" A clan herdsman with eyes spewing boundless rage, wielding a spear in his hand, trying to kill the enemy in front of him, but the slender spear shaft. But the slender spear shaft was held tightly in the palm of a slender hand clad in terrifying leather armor, so that the sharp spear tip could not penetrate the throat of the savage claw.
"Don't forget the rules of the clan, this is Pinehurst's prey and should be at his disposal." Looking at the clan's uncomprehending gaze, the rouge blazing horse explained softly. "That said, that boy is almost three years old. Now that he has defeated such a powerful enemy with his own hands, let's use the blood and skull of this bear gnome to hold a bar mitzvah for him!"
Chapter 24: Barbarian Claw's Camp
"Curonian! Where have you run off to, you bastard! Skerritt is on top, the herd was attacked by thousands of goblins! Thanks to the wolves they raised, the livestock did not suffer losses, otherwise I would have slaughtered you as a grain reserve!" Looking at the marauders speeding from afar, Christian, who was covered in goblin blood, turned his spear around and used the heavy handle as a wooden stick to poke the marauder leader in the abdomen.
"This is all my fault, and I am willing to obey your punishment." Cullonia covered his bruised abdomen and lowered his green and red face of shame in shame. "I will swear on my life and soul to the God of nature and community! Never again will I make such a foolish mistake!"
"All right! When you return, you apologize one by one to your comrades who were injured in this battle, and to the relatives of your fallen compatriots!" Christian slowly calmed down his bloodthirsty manic killing emotions. Turning his head no longer pay attention to the ashamed marauder leader. Tightly locked a pair of hazel eyebrows, managing, assigning tasks, living a clan chief's busy appearance.
"Druid, come back and heal the wounded with me! Shepherds continue to graze sheep, let them eat openly! A few of you, go and scavenge the goblin loot, short spears broken shields directly thrown away, animal skin clothes stripped off, go back and framed in the interior of the snow house against the cold. What? Loose mouth! You dog is not too dirty, at least the gnome clean before eating ah! Wait, that white shadow - Pinehurst?"
"Christian!" Like a terrifying winter storm, the pale centaur hurriedly ran to the clan's second-in-command and spelled out the current intelligence in the most concise of words. "The goblin army here is just a decoy. A group of bear goblins raided the camp, although we repelled, but everyone also appeared certain dead and wounded, need druid rescue!"
"Is my sister alright!" Hearing the information brought by Peinhers, Christian opened her ruby-like brilliant blood-colored eyes, dark pupils, instantly contracted to the size of a needle point, nervously grabbed the pale centaur's animal skin belt and asked in a panic.
"Of course it's fine." Pinehurst looked at the bard in front of him with amusement. This is the first time he has seen this panicked look of this dark girl.
"Phew - it's so ------ great to be alive. Ahem, this gnome clan's chief is not simple. Branching out the marauders, raiding the ranch to force us to ask for help, and then raiding the defensively empty camp, plan after plan." Christian pretended to cough a few times, some embarrassed to release the slender hand that grabbed the belt of the pale centaur, pretended to calmly wipe the blood splashed on his body, and then incomparably serious to say. "Manduus! Have you heard the news? You druids take the wounded and withdraw to the camp. The rest of you continue to guard the ranch."
"As ordered."
"By the way, you are masked in the snow house, learning the common language for two weeks, and have not yet hunted alongside us." Christian, who learned that her sister was unharmed, had completely recovered. Suddenly, she seems to remember something, above the dark smooth face, revealing a bad smile. The slender coffee-colored hands gently unwrapped the black animal skin that Pinehurst had wrapped around the wound on his left hand. For that horrible penetrating wound, inject a warm and comfortable golden light: only to see the pale centaur's broken flesh and blood, is at a speed visible to the naked eye, recovery as before. "Curonia, the opportunity to redeem yourself has arrived! Take your marauders and let's go find the camp of these abominations!"
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The sound of hoof beats like thunder, more than thirty horses, galloping through the dense forest, not slow to bite behind a group of goblin deserters, constantly terrorizing the poor dirty little things, trying to force them to lead the way for themselves to find where the goblin camp is.
The head of the marauders, who was eager to redeem himself, ran ahead of the others. He was wearing a dark cloak made of woven eagle feathers, the top of the cloak attached to a huge bird skull, like a hat on the top of Curonian's short brown hair, only its long sharp beak, exposed outside the dense black feathers. The black cloak that fluffy feathers hem, all the way to the center of the brown horse's hooves.
Just see, the marauder leader's sturdy arms full of explosive muscles, easily put an oak forged composite longbow, pulled into a horrible full moon. The heart of the stifled, anger poured into the sharp arrow cluster, fiercely shot through the ugly head of a goblin!
"Don't run too fast, slowly close the distance between the two, and every now and then shoot a few goblins that fall behind to make these ugly things more fearful and panicky." Kulonia shot the goblins in front of her while teaching Peinhus the hunting skills that have been passed down from generation to generation in the Blood Fury clan. "In this way, those cowardly, timid, selfish little creeps will flee their asses back to their [old lair] where they think they are safe. Sell out the location of their old home coordinates."
"Well, it's similar to hunting beasts." Pinehurst easily and effortlessly drew his compound longbow, letting the sharp feathered arrow, penetrate the right leg of a gnome. The foul-smelling goblin fell on its face, then covered its injured right leg and let out a desperate, miserable scream. However, none of his compatriots were willing to help him, and the frightened goblins only became more and more panicked, fearful, and even trampled on his body because of his wretched cries, and ran frantically in the direction of the camp!
"Seriously, when these goblins first appeared, it really scared me! It was so dense that you couldn't see the end of it." Christian also took out the stone throwing rope at her waist. For the same reason as her sister, these two twins, who were born with huge breasts, were unable to use bows and arrows. The bard pulled out an animal skin pouch with two ropes from her waist: she tied one of the ropes tightly to her dark, smooth wrist, and held on to the second long rope with her slender fingers, and filled the inside of the pouch with a smooth, round pebble with her left hand, then turned her slender wrist and let the ropes swirl around her head with her right hand as the center. Accelerate.
The bard took careful aim at the prey ahead of her. When the stone throwing rope rotated to the fifth turn, the speed reached the maximum, she released the slender fingers holding the second rope, the bag of smooth and round pebbles, along the direction of the tangent line by the black-skinned mare viciously thrown out, precision smashed in a goblin bare back of the head, the latter did not have time to grunt all over, and fell straight down in the thorny forest.
In this way, the party intimidated and hunted the goblin deserters, who were more than three times their number, and chased them all the way to the rough camp of the Barbarian Claw tribe: they, like the Blood Fury clan, had made their home in the middle of a forest clearing where they could be sheltered from the cold wind. Through the ridiculously low earthen fence, the taller men and horses could see the camp was densely dug with countless narrow holes in the ground. Above each hole, with skeletons and wooden sticks to support a narrow slope enough for gnomes to enter and exit, to shelter from the wind and rain.
The goblins here, obviously do not know the meaning of the word "sanitation", the camp ground is covered with a large amount of dirty and foul-smelling excrement, thousands of pigs, sheep, and even some young wolf cubs, casually strolling in the crude corral, the center of the camp, is a huge shack built with wooden stakes and mud, the roof is inserted with a dirty and worn yellow cloth, the middle of the three horrible lines painted with blood horizontal lines, as the clan's symbol. The entire camp is empty, only the sound of livestock humming, it seems that the barbarian claw clan in order to win the war, is really desperate.
Unfortunately, they lost the bet.
Chapter 25: Thirtieth Ulpius Victory Legion
Hundreds of goblins that had fled back had long lost all will to fight. Even if their own doorstep, only thirty-two tall horses and horses stood, the vast sea of goblins, none of them, dared to attack them! Under the precise and deadly arrow rain of Pinehurst and others, the cowardly goblins, have let out a wailing cry, leaving dozens of blood-stained corpses, panic to flee into the distance. At this moment, they just want to get away from those half-human, half-horse horror monsters as far as possible!
A few dozen panting, all the way from the blood fury camp back to the lair of the bear goblins, see the camp near the figure of horses and men, can not help but let out a sad wail, turn around and fled to other goblin clan's camp - since the division of the kingdom, this grassland also coexists several goblin clans. Perhaps, those chiefs will not want timid and cowardly goblins, but strong and cunning bear goblins, no matter where they go, are in demand, behave a little better, may be able to mix directly to the chief's personal guard position! There is no need to hang on this tree in the brute claw!
This is how a sinking ship falls.
"Kill them all! Loot all! Burn it all!!!" The marauders roared with excitement. Some of their fellow eagles hovered above the cold vault of the sky, watching for nearby movements. Some flew back to the camp, reporting their location to their clan so they could bring in more men, bring in more steeds, and carry an entire clan's stash of treasure back to their snowy homes as spoils of war.
"Robbery? That's a refreshing experience." The thought of these gnomes stabbing. Even killed a dozen of their own companions. Pinehurst's resistance to this kind of lawlessness instantly dissipated. The stench that had accumulated in the interior of the cave immediately rose up and stimulated the fragile nasal cavity of the pale centaur.
Pinehurst covered his nose, rather disgusted to look down: only to see, eight or nine animal skin sewn "mattress" densely packed the entire low low cave. He kneeled down two front hooves, empty left hand grabbed a bed of animal skin, shaking hard, actually threw out two do not know whether it is human, beast, or monster white ribs.
Well, the second bed of animal skins actually shook out a Roman gold coin of Soudeles.
"You guys are sick, the dirty crypt where the goblins sleep, what good things can be hidden?" Looking at the pale centaurs that have the same serious posture, Christian speechlessly covered his exotic and beautiful face. "Quickly put the necks of those livestock on the rope, sheep pulled back to raise, pigs ------ why gnomes will raise pigs ah, bring back to slaughter and eat meat."
"No, no, no, that's where you're wrong." Kulonia ransacked the goblin's lair while grinning happily with unparalleled greed. "Dig up three feet! Open all the wooden boxes, leather pouches, and leave no grain of wheat unturned! That's what makes scavenging so much fun. Huh? There's a rough silver coin with an orc's head on it hidden in this crypt. It looks like an old antique from the Parthian Empire."
"------ do as you please, I'll go see if there's anything good inside the mud fortress built by the bear goblins." Christiane dissatisfied rolled her eyes, the bard at the moment, but also pressed the nomadic blood flowing inside the body. The small, low, graceful body, directly into the simple doorway for the bear goblins to enter and exit, and carefully observe the furnishings of the house.
"Locked armor? Wow, lots of holes. Long sword? This thing was forged blindly by a blacksmith when he was drunk, right? Black clay, hexagonal transparent crystals, hair wrapped in gel inside ------ etc. Aren't these things the clay, mica, and gel from the ghoul's lair? All are spell casting materials ah! Does it mean that the bear gnome out of a mage?!"
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Suddenly, a sharp whimpering sound, accompanied by the crisp sound of flesh hitting wooden boards, from the side of Christian, suddenly exploded, frightened the black-skinned mare let out a cry of surprise, slender and elegant black hooves a force, the whole body is like an arrow from the string, quickly bounced off the ground, head ruthlessly hit the mud wall wrapped in wooden stakes above, a crisp sound.
"What's wrong! Are there still bear gnomes in the room?!"
Hearing the clan's cry of alarm, Peinhus and Kulonia, like two terrifying storms, rushed to the fortress door almost simultaneously and nervously drew the longbow in their hands.
"No." The bard covered his head, which hurt from the bump, and bared his teeth. "Look at that wooden box! There's something moving in there!"
"Girls are just timid, such a small wooden box, what scary things can it contain?" Pinehurst bent his four hooves in amusement and barely squeezed into the humble doorway that both the bear gnome and Christian, could easily enter and exit. Curiously, he opened the top lid of the wooden box. Only to see, inside holds already a thin layer of ice clear stream water, the center actually threw a tied by hemp rope five, weak ------ Droid elves?
Ankle-long silver hair, half-hidden a luscious, dark body. The soft black skin, clinging to a long wet by cold water, almost transparent thin cloth. Her curvaceous body is exposed. Soft arms, and a pair of long, rounded thighs, tied by countless ropes, thrown in this thin layer of ice within the water tank!
This horrible treatment can put the drenched elf girl, frozen shivering. Coffee-colored pretty face, a pair of long pointed ears were frozen red by the horrible low temperature, the lower half of the face was covered with animal skin, unable to speak, had to blink a pair of pitiful purple eyes, pleadingly looking at the man in front of the horse
"Yo, these bear goblins are quite playful, they even caught a Drow Elf as a pet." Kulonia slowly withdrew the full bowstring in her hand and ripped open the animal skin tied to the elf's mouth, revealing her frozen purple stiff lips. "What is your name and what happened to you?"
"I, my name is Leah, please ------ please help me! Our caravan has been ambushed by bear goblins, and everyone is being eaten one by one for dinner, and tonight they're going to eat me! Please help me!"
"Fine, fine, I'll come to your rescue." Kulonia tsked and painfully pulled out the knife at his waist and tried to cut the ropes off the other side. The head of the powerful marauders never tortured his enemies, at most, he would just hang them and be done with it. According to his words: only weak and pathetic things like goblins torture their captives, listen to their miserable and sad cries, pretend that they are so powerful that they can even dominate the fate of others - it's ridiculous.
"Gosh, this dark elf just blurted out a few words and you actually believed it? I'm really convinced of you simple-minded, four-legged marauders." Christian stopped in front of Curonia with a cold smile on his face. "Look carefully, the dark circles under her cheeks are so obvious! The clothes on her body are wet, and the water in the wooden box has even formed a thin layer of ice: obviously, that group of bear goblins have been pouring water on her day and night, fearing that she will get a good sleep to recover the consumed spell bits. Combined with the spell casting materials I scavenged - this poor, pathetic [weak woman] in front of you is a mage or warlock who can make hundreds of bear goblins, all feel intimidated!"
"What! She's a spell caster!" Curonia took a step back on her legs in shock and subconsciously retracted her hands. The power of a spell caster is never related to their size: the best example of this is the Christian in front of them. Although she was a petite dwarf, she harnessed the power of a thousand strange sounds and became the clan's indispensable second-in-command.
"Listen up! Spell caster! Answer my questions honestly! If you dare to spit out a single lie or spell from your mouth, I will absolutely take your mouth and sew it up forever with a needle and thread!" The bard said, while warily pulling out the emerald green harp. Looked warily at the Drow elves in front of him. "I ask you once more, who are you!"
"My ------ name is Henevele, from Egypt, a warlock, after the awakening of spellcasting ability, was conscripted by the Romans and now serves in the 30th Ulpius Victory Legion of the Eastern Roman Empire. He is a warlock of the Orphic Squadron. Captured by a bear gnome during a scouting mission! That's all I can say." The Drow elves from the great port of Yarisan, long exhausted under the torment of the bear goblins, at this moment, only want to leave this cold bone-chilling horror of the water prison early. She pursed her frozen purple cold lips and simply told the truth about everything. "If you let me go, I will use the gold equal to the weight of my body, to repay your kindness today!"
"The Eastern Roman Empire!" Peinhers heart shuddered as Augustus of the Roman Empire: after his death in 395 AD, Theodosius split the vast Roman Empire into two parts, East and West. It was given to his two children respectively.
The brother Arcadius acquired a whole Greece, the peninsula of Asia Minor, the Fertile Crescent on the eastern side of the Mediterranean, and Egypt and Libya in North Africa. The Eastern Roman Empire was formed.
His brother Honorius, on the other hand, acquired a large number of territories in Italy, Gaul, Britannia, Iberia, Carthage, Pannonia, and southern Germania. It became the Western Roman Empire. It seems that one's previous guesses about the time of crossing were very accurate.
"I'm curious. The Eastern Roman Empire is a hundred thousand miles away from here." Pinehurst slowly walked up to the Elven girl's fearful, trembling face and asked suspiciously. "How did you get here? Those bear goblins, why did they keep you up? After all, what's left of their food can't even feed themselves, and there's no sign of aggression on you."
"If I answer your first question, my entire family will be wanted and hunted by the Empire. As for the second question well, their chief is a warlock who has awakened the black dragon bloodline. You should have seen it, it was a bear gnome with a huge claw of dragon scales on his right arm," Henneville's teeth were frozen and clucking because of the bone chilling cold. Egypt and Thrace, but never cold like this ghost! "I promised to teach him about magic in order to protect myself, so I have survived to this day."
After listening to each other's arguments, the three horses looked at each other for a short while and showed an evil smile. Pinehurst was in need of a magic teacher! The pillow came when you were asleep! Now, the clan can finally have another spell caster.
"How about I make a suggestion, Pinehurst? You don't get a single penny of the spoils this time, but the elf in front of you is at your disposal! From today onwards, she is your slave, you can do whatever you want with her." Christian deliberately changed into the wood clan language, a face some bad smile to say.
"I understand Wood! What do you want! A half-man, half-horse monster! I am the mighty warlock of the 30th legion of Eastern Rome: the Ulpius! Proud and proud citizen of the Empire! Not a slave to you monsters!" Henneville shifted her shapely body in despair. Desperate and angry, she roared. I didn't expect that I had just left the mouth of the bear and entered the den of the horse!
"Deal." Peinhers and Christian high-fived and swore an oath. Then turned his head, above his handsome face, and tried to squeeze out a kind smile. "An la, I will not take you as a slave. In fact, right ------ I am also a warlock who has a poor grasp of his power. In this way, I can save you out without charging you any payment! But as the price of freedom, you can also teach me magic. Miss Henneville?"
Henneville was surprised to pick the silver-white show beauty. Unbelievably, she said, "Does it mean that ------ the monster colony above this Salmatia steppe, abounds in warlocks?!"