Chapter 31: Warlock's magic pet
Blood Fury Camp - Chief's House
"Give it back to me! That scroll is my stuff!" Henneville's face was ironic, bare a pair of dark and smooth jade feet, step by step approaching the bard who was even lower than himself, gritting his teeth and saying. "Other spell casting materials, count me to give you this short stallion! But, this thing you must give me!"
"Watch your wording! Drow elves! You were captured by a group of bear goblins! This scroll then becomes theirs." The petite and delicate Christian, clutching a parchment scroll, spoke triumphantly. "And I, on the other hand, defeated those bear goblins and snatched this scroll back from them, so that it naturally became my stuff! As for you, the black-skinned slave, theoretically, it is also the property of our clan!"
"You ------" listened to the bard's brutal and unreasonable bandit logic. The Draconian elf raised his wrist in unusual anger. The terrifying spiritual power directly touched the deep area of the magic net.
"What, to make a move?" Christian also unwillingly pulled out the flute at his waist, his delicate red lips, gently biting on top of the blow hole. Ready to throw a silencing spell over the moment the other party chants.
"Why are you two fighting again." Just as the two sides were drawing swords and preparing for a big tentacle fight, Christina and Pinehurst, both of whom were also carrying a whole chopped and roasted fat pig, and a lot of sweet and delicious cheese, entered the refreshed Chief's House.
"It's nothing, esteemed Lord Chief." Christian raised the scroll in his hand contemptuously. "It's just that there's a slave who doesn't know any better and wants to take away his master's things. Heh, this Drow Elf actually has a spell scroll of otherworldly oath! A good thing for the Sixth Ring ugh."
"Forget it, forget it, even if I can't get it back, I can't let this abominable short-breed brute get it!" When one is under the roof, one has to bow down. Looking at the doorway of Pinehurst, the purple eyes of the Drow elves full of seductive aura turned slightly, with a whiny tone that can make the bones of male creatures soft, pampered as if to say. "Dear student, when I heard that your bloodline expertise actually has a [dimensional magic pet], I wanted to pick a powerful creature from another dimension as a magic pet for you, but that abominable dwarf interfered because he was jealous of your power!"
"Hey, you don't even lie without a draft? Lies come out of your mouth?" Christian's face turned incomparably blue after being slapped with a good-sized hat by the Drow Elf. "You just want to get back the means to save your life!"
"Look how short-sighted this brutal, petite beast is!" Henneville was getting into the scene. "In your hands, this scroll can only be used to summon a powerful creature in a critical situation to save your life. But in my hands, I can summon a monster for my dear student, as his permanent magical pet! For the blood rage clan, permanently add a powerful battle force ah!"
"Okay, stop it." The Pinehurst, who knew the bad character of the bard and his own teacher by heart, probably understood what was going on, and went forward to persuade the two who had almost fought. The light crossbow that he made with his own hands was placed in the palm of Christian's dark, smooth hands.
"This ------" Christian's eyes grew in surprise. Her sister was responsible for garrisoning the camp and had not seen the power of crossbows. But the bard, who was in charge of managing the herd, could see with her own eyes a few dirty, weak gnomes with cross-shaped bows and arrows, instantly shooting tall, strong centaur warriors!
"With the help of Curonia, I built a lighter crossbow with less pull, using that heavy crossbow as a reference, and adjusted it to your height." Pinehurst smiled as he recapped the use of the prostrate crossbow. The bard's memory, apparently much better than her sister who was a barbarian, fumbled a few times and got the hang of winding it.
"What, do you want to trade this what prostrated crossbow for the scroll in my hand?" Christian fondled the light crossbow in his arms, and his exquisite face, which was full of foreign charm, put on a disdainful look.
"Of course not, this gift is just to repay you for taking care of me during these half months." Peinhus said tenderly. "I heard that you guys can't use bows and arrows for special reasons, so, I made these two prostrated crossbows with my own hands, how about it, are you going to enjoy a long-awaited hunt tomorrow?"
After listening to the pale centaur's reply, Christian slightly narrowed his incomparably demonic blood-colored eyes and stared seriously at the other party for a long time before he gave a soft hum and threw the scroll in his hand to Peinhers. The indifferent walked to the corner of the snow house, the wooden light crossbow, contentedly clutched in the arms, no longer take care of the three.
"My sister has a rather squirmy personality, but she still likes your gift, otherwise she wouldn't be holding it in her arms." Christina came together in the pale centaur's ear and whispered softly.
"Look out, look out." The pale centaur shook his head in amusement and moved his eyes to Henneville, the sexy and delicate body that was merely draped in a bear skin. There was no hint of handing over the scroll to the teacher. "So, what do I have to do to summon a creature that is suitable to become a magic pet?"
"Cut." The Draconian elf secretly sighed in his heart, it seems, that scroll, himself is completely unable to get back. The first thing you need to do is to get the scroll back. Compared to their own little lives, everything is false.
"Start when you're ready, the whole process of taking a creature as a magic pet takes 24 hours, with 100 sudras gold coins worth of magic materials." The draconic elf spoke listlessly. "I advise you to let me cast the spell, this spell takes a terribly long time to cast, and casting this spell is also an extremely dangerous move: presumably to lure a creature from another realm into a trap that we have prepared in advance. If the creature doesn't manage to escape, you can trap it for as long as you want. By describing what you want it to do, perhaps while promising some sort of reward, you can try to force the creature to serve you once - including, of course, forcing it to become a magical pet."
"Ah, yes, if I remember correctly, you were an order-keeping evil during the camp test a few days ago."
"That's right." Peinhers nodded. Because of the working environment, everyone was under an inviolable rule to move up by any means. Although he chose to leave, the experience of those years is still engraved in the marrow of his bones.
"Then let's recruit a little devil, just in time, thanks to my teacher. I know a nest in the nine prisons of Bato." The Drow elves, who are also in the evil camp, asked for their bags back from the arrogant bard and started constructing summoning spells and prison traps.
According to her, the little devils living in the nine prisons of Bateau are a bit like the gnomes of the material world. However, the former is more powerful, cunning, more efficient use of spells, but also more timid. In times of crisis, it is not possible to sell out their masters.
His own magic pet, also one of the litter of small devils, after seeing himself caught by a group of bear goblins, in front of his own face, directly invisible disappeared, alone a ghost slipped away!
But the flaw doesn't cover up their strength, after all, they are still very good.
"It has begun!" Henneville unfolded the scroll in her hand, chanting a strange phrase that the centaurs could not understand in the horrific and horrifying Purgatory language. With the passage of time, the surrounding air became more and more gloomy, gloomy, about ten minutes later, a blood-colored horror claws, suddenly extended the arcane complex spell inside!
A hideous head with goat horns, huge black bat wings, long limbs with sharp claws, and a tail that was even longer than the torso, with hooked spines at the end, like a blood-colored viper with a ghastly tail. All together, this is a monster that only appears in the nightmares of intelligent creatures!
Unfortunately, the devil was not as high as Pinehurst's knees after he straightened his hideous and appalling body inside the summoning spell.
"WDNMD is really a [little] devil." The pale centaur had a black face. "I thought that gnome analogy of yours was just a joke."
"What, you think you can make an abyssal refining demon your magic pet?" The Draconic elf wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and spoke in the common language. "That thing can tear your whole clan to pieces."
"Okay, what's next?" Peinhus sat on his knees and curiously surveyed the red brat in front of him, bound by a trap inside the spell, unable to move, but still baring his teeth to himself.
"It's you half-man, half-horse monster who wants to sign a contract with me?" Before the Drow Elf could say anything, the little devil inside the spell, speaking in a vocal common tongue, screamed loudly in a shrill voice that was somewhere between male and female. "Fine, I'll accept if your soul belongs to me after death!"
"Don't cheat the newcomers! Believe it or not, I'll ask my teacher and his magic pet to come over and teach you a lesson!" Henneville threatened in a stern voice. "Don't you remember me? Teacher often summons you."
"Hmm? Henneville! I said how this Drow pussy cloaked in hair and blood looks so familiar!" The little devil's thin body shook the ranger, his mind was a little shaken. "What, this monster is your concubine? Elf monster PLAY? You taste so heavy your parents know?"
"Hey, you little devil's mouth is quite indebted." The beautiful face of the Draconian elf faintly emitted a ray of terrifying killing aura. "Cut the crap, I know the bottom line of the contract you signed! Just go by that."
"All right, fine. I won't say anything. It's good to get out of that hellhole anyway." After seeing the old familiar face, the little devil also understood that he could not fool any soul this time, so he became much more honest, and his pair of red pointed ears, too, drooped listlessly and flaccidly.
Chapter 32: Magnus
In the process of signing the contract, Pinehurst was under a very wonderful state, although, he only knew the small two-foot-tall devil in front of him for less than an hour, but the two seem to have become old friends who know each other's roots. Through each other's almond-yellow evil pupils, the pale centaur, even witnessed each other's hometown.
It was a pitch-black plain covered with debris. The surface of the ground, seems to be some kind of hot flames burned away, leaving behind, only scorched black soil and melted rocks.
The sky overhead is a hideous monotonous face of blood, hundreds of burning hellish fires, trailing a long black tail flame, like a bright meteor in the night sky, whistling and tearing apart the blood-colored sky overhead, viciously flying towards a huge bronze fortress. The terrifying fortress, like a twelve-ring concentric circles, each ring, is a tall and strong, loaded with thousands of war machines, and all kinds of hideous head of the magnificent walls!
Pinehurst was like a mountain in front of the huge magnificent bronze fortress, shocked speechless, under the corner of their own, as small as a mole. That covered with war fortifications. The twelve rings of walls interlocked layer by layer, from outside to inside, more and more tall and upright. The twelfth ring of bronze city plugs, even touching the bloody dome of the sky!
I'm afraid that there is no army in this world that can capture this devil-forged bronze fortress!
Suddenly, behind the pale centaur, there was an earth-shattering sound like the roar of tens of thousands of beasts at the same time, and Peinhus slowly moved his eyes backward - after witnessing the sight behind him, he retracted the words of praise he had just said about the Bronze Fortress - Endless chaos demons, as if the vault of heaven had collapsed, fell through thousands of hideous abyssal fissures on the black and scorched wilderness!
The huge deformed hideous spiders, sturdy horrible humanoid toads, four arms of the green evil ------ endless abyssal demons, like countless shares of the horrible horrifying waves, washing the black plains burned out by the flames. The graceful and beautiful bat-winged demoness, thin and cunning horned demon, fat and bloated pig-headed giant ape ------ dense and endless flying creatures, completely obscured the blood-colored vault of the sky above their own heads, the vast kill to the bronze fortress!
In front of the endless army of demons, even with twelve walls of the Devil's City, but a small reef standing on the shore, washed by the waves every day!
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The pale centaur scrambled to exit the horrific depths of the little devil's memory and looked at the petite red-skinned devil in front of him, revealing a look of pity. "Tch, it's hard for you to survive in that hellhole, it's a miracle."
"That's not true?" The little devil gave Peinhus a white look. Proudly puffed up his thin chest with bulging ribs. "I'm small, fast, and extremely dodgy! The spikes on my tail can also secrete neurotoxins that make creatures spasm and twitch and numb their limbs, weakening my opponent's ability to move and then escape with ease. Life-saving skills, but a first-class strong!"
"By the way, I can also become a tiny spider, with the inconspicuous dodo, rats. If you can't, you can also escape invisibly. Take the example in front of you, that silly girl's ten human companions, turned into gnome dung, pulled all over the floor by those dirty little dwarfs, themselves also fell into the bear gnome's prisoner, was tortured to death, fortunately, the gang of bear blind do not like the bare, nothing hairy female."
"And then came the point, ah, but! After this fiasco of ten deaths, her magical pet, my brother, was unharmed! Not even a scratch on the skin! Isn't that great?"
"I feel that it's not much of an advantage to brag about." Henneville gritted her teeth as she spoke from the sidelines. "Where did that damned brat go? Even if he didn't come to rescue me, now, I've been out of the trap for five days and he still hasn't shown up!"
"Ha! The camp of the centaurs is no different to the cautious, cunning little devil than the lair of the bear goblins." The red-skinned devil, full of care, yawned. "He must have thought that you, poor fellow, were just snatched away as a trophy by another group of monsters, and should be on your way back to the Legion at this moment, where, after all, it is safest."
"Bastard!" The Draconic Elf's demonic purple eyes almost spewed out substantial flames. Pinehurst also had a further understanding of how bad his magic pet was.
Well, a jerk who only adds icing to the cake and never sends charcoal to the snow.
To put it in layman's terms, it is a downwind wave against the wind cast.
"Okay, next are the terms of the ritual." The little devil couldn't wait to recite a long list of demon pet contracts. It didn't look like he was going back to that magnificent bronze fortress to act as a drudge for the devils to repair the magnificent walls under the endless demonic onslaught.
First, the master must never let the magic pet as cannon fodder to die.
Second, the magic pet has the right to refuse the owner's unreasonable work requirements.
Third, the magic pet can rest for two days and nights after working for five days and nights.
Fourth, the owner must provide a generous, satisfying meal for the magic pet every day.
"I signed for a magic pet not an ancestor." After hearing the other party's rambling price, Pinehurst's face was dark. Although this condition, for a modern man is not very harsh. If the magic pet dies, it will also produce a considerable damage to the warlock's soul, and in serious cases, there will even be a terrible condition of falling in rank. But ------ you are a magic pet and not an employee!
"The second and third won't work. Don't worry about it, after the ceremony is completed, we are grasshoppers on the same line, I won't make the death that easy." The pale centaur sat on the ground. Above the handsome face, a mysterious and unpredictable smile appeared.
"Then work six days and nights and then rest one day and night! That's the bottom line!"
"You tell that to the bear goblins, to the Ostrogoths, to the demons outside the Bronze Fortress!" Peinhus rolled his eyes. "If you can convince them to fix a truce for two days and nights after every five days and nights of attack, I'll agree to your terms too!"
"You ------"
"How about this." Looking at the somewhat irritated little devil, Pinehurst probably figured out the other party's bottom line. "The second one I agree. But the third, you may have some misunderstanding of the work, I will not be like the devil, all day long to command you to repair the walls to repair endlessly. Other than fighting and scouting, you can do whatever you want at other times, as long as you don't stray too far from me, how's that?"
The little devil's almond-yellow magic pupils wryly turned twice, bared a mouthful of sharp, pointed teeth, and finally turned to Peinhus, extending his own crimson, skinny palm. "Deal, Centaur Warlock. Please take care of me in the future, my name is Magnus."
"Nice to meet you, my name is Peinhus." The pale centaur blandly stated his name and kindly extended his large, broad, cold hand to grasp Magnus' crimson, sharp forepaws.
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"All right, then just wait twenty-four hours." Looking at the big picture, the Drow elves breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack their belongings for home.
"Why are you packing so early? Didn't we agree to teach him for seven days? It's only the fourth day." Christina said curiously.
"There's nothing more I can teach him." Henneville glanced at the two who were in the process of signing the contract and organized her bag. "Your white horse's learning speed is much faster than I thought, it only took four days to fully acquire the six-day course, and now it's just short of signing a contract with a magic pet."
Speaking of this, the Drow Elf's purple demonic eyes suddenly turned incredibly wary. "What, afraid that I will reveal the location of your clan and don't want to let me go back?"
"That's right, I did fear that you would leak the information." On the side, Christian, who was holding a light crossbow, admitted it in a big way. "However, the pasture around here has been chewed up by the sheep, and we have to continue our migration in a few days. The outdated information you have is meaningless. Leaving you here is also quite costly in terms of food and grass, hurry up and leave."
Henneville rolled her eyes and decided not to fight with this damned dwarf stallion and continued to organize her bag
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The next night
"Finally, it's over!" Exhausted Pinehurst took a long breath of relief, twenty-four hours of continuous high-intensity work, but he was very tired. The other side. The little devil, who also did not sleep for a whole day, also let out a relieved sigh and fell to the ground, curling his thin body on top of the warm, soft sheepskin carpet. The wide bat wings, as if a quilt, will be covered tightly, not long, there is a slight snoring.
The pale centaur braced his spirit, gently touched the little devil's bat wings, and once again entered a meditative state. Check the ability of your own magic pet.
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Name: Magnus. Race: Little Devil
(Enhanced magic pet) (Orderly evil)
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Strength: 10 (0)
Agility: 18 (4)
Body mass: 10 (0)
Intelligence: 10 (0)
Perception: 12(1)
Charisma: 14 (2)
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Life value: 27 (half the life of the master)
Defense Rating: 25 (10+5 Natural +4 Agility Adjustment +2 Super Mini +4 Defense Modification), Contact: 16, Caught off guard: 21.
First attack adjustment: +4 (+4 agility adjustment value)
Basic attack plus value: +5.
Chew sting +10 melee attack, damage 1D6 (additional toxin)
Tackle-5
Speed: Walk 20 feet / Fly 50 feet.
Special attacks: toxins, spell-like
Racial characteristics: change form, damage reduction 5/goodness or silver, dark vision 60 feet, fast healing 2, immunity to toxins, resistance to fire 5
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Toughness immunity +4
Reflection immunity +9
Will immunity +7
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[Dodge] [Enhanced Natural Attack
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[Class spell ability] Caster level 6, DC 12.
Cast at will: Detect Kindness, Detect Magic, Invisibility (for yourself only).
Once a day: Suggestion Technique
Once a week: Psychic Technique
[Change Form]:Change into small or medium-sized variant spider, dodo, mouse and boar at will.
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[Natural Defense Modification]:Magic pet defense level +4
[Alertness]: When the magic pet is beside the master, the master gets [Alertness] expertise.
[Adept Reflex Dodge]: The attack effect will still do half damage if it passes the Reflex check. If the magic pet passes the Reflex check, it will not be hurt at all, and if it does not pass the Reflex check, it will only take half damage.
[Spell Sharing]: The master can choose to have spell effects that work on him/her (but not spell-like abilities), work on the magic pet at the same time. The magical pet must be within 5 feet of the owner when the spell is cast in order to share the spell's effect. If the spell effect will last for a period of time, once the magic pet is more than 5 feet away from the owner, the spell effect disappears and will not reapply even if it returns to within 5 feet of the owner during the spell's duration.
[Emotional connection]: The master and the magic pet have an emotional connection within 1 mile. The master cannot see through the eyes of the magic pet, but both sides have telepathy. The connection can only communicate basic emotions (such as fear, hunger, happiness, curiosity, etc.). However, even the most intelligent magical pets see the world differently from humans, so there is a possibility of misunderstanding. Because of the mutual emotional connection, the owner will establish the same connection to the things or places the pet has experienced.
[Pass Contact Spell]: When the master casts a contact spell, designate the magic pet as the "contactor" (the master and the magic pet must be together when the spell is cast) to allow the magic pet to pass the contact spell. If the master casts another spell before the spell is passed, the contact spell will disappear.
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"Magnus will also be able to trigger some contact type spells instead of me ah." Countless tactical tawdry thoughts instantly flooded the pale centaur's weary brain. Flushed out his sleepiness. "A small assassin who can fly, has no spell bit restrictions, and cast invisibility spells at will, plus the [Cold Touch] that deprives others of life energy ------ a beheading artifact on the battlefield ah."
"The beauty is, this little thing looks more timid than gnomes." Pinehurst sighed regretfully, finally could not stand the tidal wave of tired sleep, lying on the sheepskin carpet, instantly into a sweet dream.
Chapter 33: The Little Ice Age
"Hiss--" Peinhus was awakened alive by the terrifying low temperature in the midst of the bone chilling cold. He spent a full twenty-four hours to sign a contract with Magnus, had no idea that the outside temperature, actually in a day a sharp turn down! The cold wind, wrapped in goose feather-sized frost and snow, from the north, whistling, in the blink of an eye, will be the entire blood fury camp, completely submerged!
"You're awake, come and help! Get the sheep indoors!" Christina carried two docile sheep, a hoof kicked open the doorway located in the southern leeward, into the wide snow house inside - in the door opened a moment, outside the house that the wind whistling sound, then shocked the pale centaur ears pain. The dense goose feather snow, as if the dome of the sky collapsed general, crazy downward fall. Almost covered the entire dim sky. The thick snow on the road, even the rouge horse's black hooves, completely submerged!
"Hurry up and pack up your things! The terrifying [White Plague] has caught up with us! When the blizzard is a little smaller, we'll move south!"
"What a big snow." Looking at the pale snow scene outside that was as terrifying as the end of the world, Henneville grew her mouth in surprise. For a Drow Elf living near the equator, this kind of intimidating cold natural disaster was simply an unimaginable thing. "Are you guys so exaggerated in the north? It's only the eighth month!"
"Wait, are you saying that it's only the eighth month according to the Julian calendar?" Pinehurst interrupted their conversation. While wrapping up the deerskin on his body, he asked in amazement. "This is the north coast of the Black Sea, not Britannia! Cold is not this cold method ah! The Romans used the eighth month of the Julian calendar, which is roughly equivalent to the current Gregorian calendar, that is, the golden October of the common calendar, and it's still in the autumn harvest!"
"Ugh? Is that so? I thought the north was all this hell, after all, Egypt and Thrace are warm all year round." After hearing the pale centaur's statement, Henneville also showed a shocked look.
"Why do you think the clan left their homeland? Come all the way here? The winter temperature is getting colder and colder and lasts longer and longer ------ Eventually, our kingdom completely collapsed and everyone turned into countless scattered clans, just like floating weeds in the rain, scattered in all directions." Christina put down the sheep on her shoulder, without saying a word, once again rushed out of the door. With the cold wind howling, and wrapped in the storm of huge frost and snow, towards the direction of the sheep pen, difficult to move their graceful body.
"Fifth century, north, October, blizzard." Having gathered enough clues, the pale centaur realized with horror that he seemed to have forgotten one of the most horrific things about the fifth century AD - the Little Ice Age!
This was no ordinary snowstorm! Rather, it was a mini ice age that had been raging in Europa for nearly a century! Terrible cold temperatures, violent winds, heavy snow, destruction, devastation. Flooding all the resources that people rely on for survival. Forced the barbarians living in the north, with nomads from the east, to storm the borders of the Romans at all costs, trying to pour into the warm and pleasant territory of the Empire. This eventually produced a series of chain reactions that even led to the fall of the Western Roman Empire.
"I'll help you!" After thinking the problem clearly, Pinehurst also scampered out of the snow house, pale horse hoof, deep into the soft cold snow. In the instant he just left the snow house, the terrifying cold wind, it is like a myriad of sharp knife. Ruthlessly scraped over the pale man horse exposed in the cold wind fragile face!
"What to do, what to do, there are still those nearby warm places to come? Cross the Black Sea to Asia? No way. Nomadic clans do not have a little shipbuilding skills, and even if they did, it would be too late. Caucasus or Thrace? No, it's too far away. Otherwise, go to the Eastern Goths [Vesimiris Fortress] to try their luck? Let Magnus fly invisibly into the fortress and open the gates. If everyone swarms together, the chance of success is still quite high."
Pinehurst while the two nearly frozen, dying ewes on the shoulders, while frantically thinking of ways to live. A short period of strength surge, brought him an extremely illusory sense of unreality, under the augmentation of the arcane power, the wooden castle of the Eastern Goths, also seems to be much smaller.
What's more, the clan still has a Draconic elf who can cast the fifth ring of arcana! If you can't, pay some price and hire Henneville to fight. Success rate will definitely be greatly improved.
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Several hours later, under the frantic rescue of more than eight hundred adult horses, the Blood Fury Clan finally snatched back seventy percent of their livestock from under the mouth of the Winter Death. But there are still more than 10,000 cattle and sheep, frozen alive in this blizzard.
The Christina sisters, the head of the marauders, Kulonia, the old druid, the fearless chief, Kaon, the warrior chief, Luga, and the nominal chief's personal guard: Peinhus, and his draconic elf teacher, gathered in a circle inside the crowded snow hut stuffed with ewes, listening to the horrific winds growing louder and louder outside the house, and discussing the future of the clan with anxiety.
"Listen to me, gentlemen, the Blood Fury clan migrated from the more distant east, while I, on the other hand, have lived here for nearly three years and know the surrounding terrain very well." The pale centaur did not change his face to maintain the lie he made up when he joined the group. With a wave of both hands, in the middle of the crowd, using [magic tricks] to create a simple and rough topographic map. The plan to cut through the fortress of Vesimiris by himself was revealed in the same breath.
The rest of the centaurs, will look at the magic map in disbelief, not knowing whether it is true or not. But Henneville furrowed her dark, smooth brow in concentration, damn it! This map of the Black Sea created by magic tricks was even more accurate than the Empire's carefully drawn map! Why would a mere centaur know this?
"What he said is true. I turned into an eagle and went deep inside that peninsula." The druid senior nodded. "I approve of Peinhus' plan. The climate of this Crimean peninsula is indeed warm and humid, and the northwest side has a large amount of fertile pastures. As long as we take out those human barbarians who are in the way, these fertile lands will be all ours!"
"Indeed, we lost 30% of our livestock to the cold wind overnight! The rest are also dying. If there is no one to loot on the road, the available supplies will hardly support us to go too far away." Curonia gritted her teeth. "I also support Peinhus' plan! Little devils flying stealthily to open the city gates? Good idea! As long as we don't climb the walls, I'm sure I can bring down this castle!"
"Aye! We can move at night! Those poor human eyes can't see anything in the dark"
"Aye! It doesn't matter to me, Chief, you just tell me who to cut!"
"In favor of ------"
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With a [aye] sound, Henneville's beautiful face lowered more and more, almost touching her knees where she sat. To prevent others from seeing their own ghastly, gloomy, gruesome, almost dripping distorted face.
Suddenly, the Drow elves seemed to have figured out something. The pupils, which had shrunk to the size of a pinpoint and were constantly trembling, suddenly returned to their original state. Henneville gently lifted her head and blossomed into a formulaic smile to the faces of the seven centaurs. Vermilion lips kissed open, slowly spitting out a standard generic character.
"Aye."
Chapter 34: The Great Migration
"The gate is not in the right position, move it further to the left, the last time I was there, the Tungots were still on the wooden wall, coated with a thick layer of mud." Listening to the sound of the storm raging outside the house, several important leaders of the Blood Fury clan simply played a sandbox deduction game.
"In that case, then it can't be attacked by fire." Peinhers concentrated on creating an equivalently scaled down Vesimiris fortress - said fortress, in fact, is an ordinary town in the north of the town, built a wooden wall across the Pilekop land narrow. The town's interior warehouses, blacksmith stores and stables and other military buildings, to be complete.
Now, the dense long houses, and another human horse headache of wooden walls, under the control of Peinhers, like a spring, the first to burst out of the brown sandbox. The human houses of all kinds, eventually forming a miniature version of the barbarian fortress.
"Wow."
The pale centaur used [Magic Trick] for the third time, creating a large handful of wooden carved pieces. The pieces were sprinkled on top of the wonderful sandbox. Those simple pieces, two-thirds of them are holding wooden shields and sharp axes, or bent bow and arrow human-like. The last one-third were huge half-human, half-horse.
"I was last there a week ago, the number of opposing troops is estimated at about two thousand." The old druid, stretched out his own like bark, covered with wrinkles of the big hand. Gently put the symbol of the Tungote bowmen pieces, placed on top of the huge walls, and infantry with wooden shields and sharp axes, and densely stuffed the streets of the town. "We have livestock and children to drag, at least two hundred people must be left to guard, and only an estimated six hundred people can really join the fight. The opponents are more than three times as many as we are."
"Don't be an alarmist there, you old horse." Luga grunted disdainfully. "Two thousand soldiers? How many professionals are there in their two thousand soldiers? One thousand? Five hundred? And how many of them can be ranked above level six? Even a punk who spends his days drinking and having fun will be equivalent to a level six warrior when he comes of age! In a field battle, I can crush them with a single charge!"
"But they have walls, and there's no way they're going to give up their advantage and fight us in the field." Curonia took off her eagle-feather cloak and scratched her short light brown hair fiercely. "Peinhus, your plan to have the little devils fly invisibly over the walls and open the bolts on the inside is certainly good. However, this gate is also too small, and only three horses and men can pass side by side."
"So it says to use the advantage of our dark vision to launch a deus ex machina raid at night." Christian worriedly combed his long, light brown curly hair. "The first one to storm the gates must be me. I am the only one who can use the sleep and silence spells to watch out for the unexpected."
"Assassination?" Magnus suddenly got excited, fluttered his wings and flew to the crowd. "That's an errand I like! Strangle them by the throat! Gouge out their eyeballs! Watch those guys die slowly in despair!"
"No problem, when the time comes you can sneak up on the enemy to your heart's content." Pinehurst took out twelve models of men and horses and made a circle on the south side of the wall. "Only three can go side-by-side ------ Then, the first time we do, we should be able to rush in four rows of twelve, firmly guarding the inside of the gate for those behind us to pass."
"Defending the passage? This kind of thing, let my shield warfare do a good job." Luga did not hesitate to take up this job.
"No, it should be twenty-two. We druids can turn into eagles and fly over the walls without taking up space." The old druid took out ten more centaur pieces, and on the south side of the city wall, made a second circle.
"My Marauders are good at flanking raids rather than frontal bloodbaths, we'll be on the outside, well supported by bows and arrows." Curonia yawned wearily. Last night was his night watch. Did not sleep all night, and also rescued half a day lambs, but now is very tired.
"Very well, it's settled then. Luga, you take the ten strongest shield fighters and charge forward with Christian. Little Devil, you are in charge of taking advantage of the chaos to sneak up on the archers on the city walls." Christina made up her mind with a hammer. "Plus ten druids, that's enough to open up the situation! Pinehurst! You are temporarily formed into the marauders of Curonia, and cover everyone with bows and arrows. Kaon! When Luga gets a firm foothold, you will lead Bloodthirsty Fearless and tear apart the enemy's encircling net."
"For the love of us both being redskins! Please call me Magnus! Magnus Prospero!" The little devil let out a disgruntled mutter in a high-pitched, shrill, evil voice. "Does it please you that I call you a mare? I am an intelligent being with a name and a name! And you're not a devilish governor wielding a whip on the Bronze Fortress!"
"Fine, fine, Magnus." Christina rolled her eyes. There was nothing so wrong with the animal companions of druids and marauders.
"A perfect plan, honored Lord Chief." After listening to the crowd arrange their plan of attack, Henneville clapped her hands in admiration and spoke slowly. "Your first assault squads, however, can be expanded to twenty-three men - I can ride on your backs without taking up any space and still provide powerful spell support."
"You volunteered to fight in the most dangerous front line?" Christian sized up the exquisitely beautiful Draconic elf with suspicion. Surprised, he said. "Good guts, I thought you only dared to stand at the end and cast spells."
"It's also helpless." Henneville blossomed into a bitter smile. "I don't think I, alone, can break out of this blizzard of horrifying proportions, and without the help of all of you, I won't be able to return to the Legion within the allotted time."
"Good, then it's settled! After the deed is done, I will send you three of the clan's most robust steeds. And let two clan members, escort you back to Thrace in the southwest." Christina seemed to look out of the window at the gradually diminishing storm and said cheerfully. "Southward! Target! Vichy Myris! Tomorrow! We will be able to cut through that wooden fortress! We will reach the warm, wet, fertile pastures of legend!"
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In the chiefs to discuss the future, the rest of the people and horses did not idle, they quickly put food, weapons and other most important things, more than two thousand steeds, with more than five thousand cows tall and wide back. More than 100,000 animal skins, simply laid on the surviving livestock, both to reduce the burden of carrying cattle, horses and other pack animals, but also for the sheep, adding a point of insurance against freezing to death by low temperatures.
More than 3,000 sheep froze to death in one breath, and the sighing herders quickly skinned and bled them. Smoked with smoke to increase the storage time of meat - think of the good, this horrible white disaster, like a large natural refrigerator, meat is difficult to put bad, as the gods of nature and groups, wanted to give everyone a grand banquet, three thousand head of sheep, enough to eat for several days.
As for those who can not take away, the same as the snow house, destroyed on the spot, burned, must not fall into the hands of others.
After a few more hours of busy work, the Blood Fury Clan was finally ready. As if a long, winding snake, in the knee-deep snow, with its back to the howling north wind, trudging south.
Curonia took his marauders ahead of him, acting as scouts, scouting out the surrounding movements. Luga and more than eighty other valiant warriors with shields and spears acted as the vanguard of the group. Five hundred or so clan herders with bows in hand, and more than two hundred majestic Caucasian dogs, guarded the two flanks of the flock. And the Christina sisters, with the Drow elves, the druids, and more than forty bloodthirsty and fearless, were at the end of the group, holding the rear.
And Peinhus, too, began his first official job in the clan - acting as a scout, scouting around for enemies. According to these senior herders. In times of white plague like this, all clans are enemies except themselves! They will try to make up for the losses in any way they can so they can survive the horrible winter. For example, go south to find farming civilization to loot a wave of supplies. Or simply rob from other herders!
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"Damn it! The White Plague actually scraped here so quickly! We've only been here for five days and nights!" Two orc scouts riding on black seat wolves walked forward with difficulty in the snow-capped mountains. The thick snow almost submerged the sturdy limbs of the wolves.
Two green-skinned orcs, seemingly unaware of how conspicuous they really are in the white snow. Their protruding fangs, sharp ears, robust necks and thick fingers above, wearing extremely conspicuous decorative items - some, is bright and dazzling gold and silver, and some is the ghastly white bones.
One of the savage, primitive green-skinned orcs even carried a cross made of two wooden sticks. On the cross, nailed a high elf's naked white upper body - her graceful body, was some kind of horrific sharp tool tore up. The internal organs of what all was hollowed out, like a fragrant and bloody battle flag, hanging high on the broad back of the green-skinned orc.
"Don't complain! I seek that this is a test for us from the One-Eyed God!" The hideous orc carrying the High Elf corpse on his back spoke reverently. "Keep pushing south! That fat bear goblin said that there is a rich pasture in the south, and the chief ordered us to go there and see if what the fat pig said is true."
"Good." The other skinny orc regained his composure as well. They surveyed their surroundings warily, crouched as low as possible on the back of the seated wolf, and moved forward carefully.
This scene, let Pinehurst feel their intelligence was insulted - black wolf fur, green skin, blood-colored coat, high hanging elf corpse: all their decorations, dress, with this pale snow field is out of place! As conspicuous as it is!
So what makes them think that their clumsy sneak will not be discovered by me?
"Magnus! Those two are in the way of the clan's advance, on my command. You kill the orc carrying the elven corpse at once." The pale centaur in the sheepskin coat crouched as low as possible above the snowy plain. Short silver hair, white coat, pale coat. Almost blended with the surrounding white snow.
"As ordered." The little devil, also cloaked in a sheepskin to keep out the cold, performed a comical salute to Purgatory, and with a flash of crimson skin, instantly disappeared from his spot. Pinehurst also bent his bow and drew the composite longbow in his hand into a terrifying full moon and aimed it at the enemy in front of him.
Feeling the desire to kill coming from within. The pale centaur understood that the little devil who was emotionally connected to him was ready, so he immediately loosened the bowstring in his hand and let a sharp flint feather arrow, whistling through the cold air, accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bones, blossomed a demonic and mournful blood rose on the forehead of the seated wolf.
The black wolf shook his sturdy and robust body twice and fell limply to the ground. The orc on his back fell into the thick white snow.
The other green skin carrying the body of the female elf was shocked and ready to pull out the sharp axe at his waist, but a crimson snake, wrapped tightly around his green neck full of muscle bumps, the tail of the snake with poisonous spikes, through the defenseless jaw of the orc, deep into the mouth of the other. The sharp barbs, after fixing his tongue, immediately injected a large dose of neurotoxin into the green skin's throat!
"Hahahahahaha!!!"
Looking at the other party's painful and miserable hideous look, Magnus seemed to get some kind of weird satisfaction, like a viper like long and deadly snake tail, tightly wrapped around the other party's throat, the whole person is like a bat like picking on top of the orc's hideous and horrible face. The sharp claws gently plucked out the other party's eyeballs skilfully!
Looking at the green skin crotch of the seat wolf turned around to bite himself, Magnus let out a burst of maniacal laughter, tail a loose, bat wings, the whole person suddenly flew high into the sky!
"Swoosh!!!"
At this moment, Pinehurst also no longer stalking and hiding, like a pale storm of terror, while running wildly towards the orcs, while shooting a second sharp arrow, accurately nailed in the side of the brain of the dark seat wolf. The sharp arrow easily pierced through the skull of the opponent, deeply into the depths of the brain!
"Waaagh!!!"
At this moment, the orc that fell into the thick snow inside, also from the knee-high white snow hard to climb up. Pulled out the sharp axe at his waist, will own the fishy bloody mouth grin to the maximum. Revealing a row of sharp teeth, with four elongated fangs, let out a horrific and horrible roar! Spittle was roared by him flying in the sky.
While roaring, the green skin rushed excitedly in the direction of the centaur. In his eyes, there was no anger at the killing of his companions, nor fear at the end of the day, there was only endless frenzy! A pure frenzy for fighting!!!
Chapter 35: Either way (above)
Seeing that the other party is alone. Perhaps out of the brain's contempt for the enemy, or perhaps out of the soul's desire for the arcane, Pinehurst arrogantly withdrew the composite longbow in his hand, his right hand pointed forward, the surrounding cold air, in an instant and lowered a few degrees Celsius.
An ice-blue ray composed of sharp, tiny shards of ice, and ethereal pale mist, erupted from the tip of the centaur's index finger and precisely penetrated the orc's calf.
Countless pieces of tiny ice chips, wrapped in the cold wind above, like countless sharp daggers, cut and tore open the fragile flesh of the orc. The terrifying low temperature, instantly the blood around his wounds completely frozen.
Green skin, under the low temperature envelope of broken ice and cold fog, turned a terrifying white at a speed visible to the naked eye, which then made his whole leg stiff and numb!
Thus, the orcs who had rushed halfway to the hydrazinium lost their balance and once again planted themselves inside the thick snow, like a green canoe sinking in the sea.
Once the blow was struck, Pinehurst quickly cast his best arcane spell: [Cold Touch]. This spell has been played out by him in the four days of honing. Four consecutive balls of lurid blue ghostly fire, one after the other, quickly burned on top of his four slender and robust hooves!
"Tom!!!"
The pale centaur stomped on all four hooves, leaping high from the snowy plains, and when his body reached its highest point, his upper body tilted slightly downward, extending two long hooves entwined with negative energy. Like a silver meteor swooping at high speed, it smashed into the head of the orc!
This is one of the most common attacks of centaurs. Using the weight of the body, the speed of the dive, and the hard hoof, the full force of the strike is enough to stomp the opponent's head!
The long-established orcs can't be bothered to roll on the ground and dive into the thick snow, avoiding Pinehurst's inevitable strike. This war trample, the whole earth trembled, countless pieces of soft white snowflakes, by the reaction, thrown up into the dim sky, frozen yellow grass, after touching the blue death smoke, in order to see the speed of dry, withered down!
"Waaagh!!!"
The last orc let out an angry roar, and he cunningly went around behind the pale centaur, trying to launch a surprise attack in the dead center of the centaur's vision. But. The green skin's blood curdling horrific roar betrayed his position early!
Pinehurst's huge body's center of gravity, subconsciously tilted forward, two winding blue smoke, full of explosive power of the robust hind hooves, like a spring, desperately curled forward, after it has gathered enough strength, and like a lightning instantly popped out! Like two terrifying siege hammers, entwined with dark and deep negative energy. Kicked hard on the chest of the orc!
"BOOM!!!"
With a crisp and loud sound of broken bones, the green-skinned orc was directly kicked out. He fell heavily on top of the snow. Two obvious dents appeared in his chest. Numerous fragmented white ribs, deep into his fragile internal organs, countless ethereal blue smoke and fire, as if tarsal maggots, dead bite on his chest, depriving the other party of life energy. The orc's broad and sturdy chest slowly became incomparably dried up! Loose!
The red-skinned devil, who was like a vulture, hovering high above the dim sky dome, did not land leisurely on top of Pinehurst's shoulder until he confirmed the death of his enemy. Let the latter speechlessly said.
"You were just closer than me, the orc still had his back to you, one dive and you had a chance to take this orc out, Magnus."
"But you only told me to take out the green skin carrying the body of the elf chick, huh?" Magnus' eyes widened innocently.
"------ Forget it." Painehurst was momentarily speechless. Shook his head. Good-naturedly, he extended his right hand. "So, celebrate the success of our first collaboration!"
"To the unlucky souls of those two poor orcs." Magnus smiled wickedly and extended his small crimson hand, gently striking the palm of the pale centaur.
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A snowstorm seemed to have forced out all the monsters in the vicinity. Along the way, the pale centaurs spotted at least six waves of goblin or orc horsemen. A wave of rare cat people scouts:Those guys have the body of a human, but the head is like a lion. The neck also has a thick yellow mane.
Not long ago, Pinehurst even saw more than a hundred like a giant savage and lanky ogre swarm! In view of a difficult siege battle to be fought later, the pale centaurs remembered the direction of their travel. With the fastest speed ran back inside the migrating group, modified the clan's marching route. Away from the huge group of ogres.
In this way, the marauders come and go like the wind, constantly scouting the surrounding movement, encountering small groups of scouts directly eat, their bodies buried in the snow, leaving no trace. If you encounter a large group, then you will directly flash away, modifying the route of the team to walk. Avoid colliding with the enemy.
In the sky, countless falcons belonging to different clans fought against each other.
On the ground, the centaurs drew the flexible bowstring, the orcs wielded huge battle axes, and the cats raised their sharp javelins. The white snowfield, slowly dyed scarlet horrible face of blood!
Every clan doesn't want to be discovered by the enemy when they move the supplies they depend on for survival. And all want to take advantage of others to transfer food and grass, in the weakest time, to make a serious profit! One after another skirmishes, outbreaks more and more frequent, countless secret wars, has been in the snowy plains of death, quietly played.
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"Arcane magic is really not to use blindly if you can." Pinehurst remembered the scene where he used arcane magic to bully the orcs and said with immense regret. In just half a day several skirmishes had broken out, leaving his already small number of spell positions almost empty. Now, there are only two zero-ring spell positions left.
"Yeah. There's a bit too many monsters in this hellhole. Don't put in a mess tomorrow, rookie warlock." Magnus frowned. Crimson ears twitched gently." Wait, I hear the sound of the tide."
"Is that so? At last." The pale centaur's spirit was lifted. Lurking amidst the white snowfield, they slowly advanced forward.
Finally, for the second time, Pinehurst reached the northern shore of the Black Sea, the dusky sea was gusting with wind. Between the black thrashing waves, a long brown land narrow, straight into the middle of the sea, connecting a large area of vast fertile fertile land - Gredinian Peninsula.
The pale centaur gazed excitedly at the snow-covered wooden fortress in the distance. Happy fist pumping. Can not resist the heart of the eager desire to survive, breathing more and more rapid.
However, just as he was carefully surveying the familiar scenery of the [Visimiris Fortress], Pinehurst's face, suddenly turned incomparably grave. His mouth opened wide in horror! The pitch-black pupils, too, contracted to the size of a dangerous pinpoint!