Chapter 36: Either way (Medium)
Under the scouts' never-ending scouting and reporting, the Blood Fury clan kept modifying their route, trying to avoid those large monster colonies, each carrying more than two hundred pounds of weight, driving twenty times their own livestock, trudging through the gale. Originally only twenty-six kilometers, but they were born to walk for more than three hours, just barely reached the north coast of the Black Sea.
The knee-deep snow and ice along the road was thick enough to drown the heads of the lambs. The horrible low temperature constantly deprived the creatures of the precious heat left in their bodies. In just three hours, at least two hundred more poor livestock, head down in the snow-capped interior, never to get up.
"Hmm?" In the midst of this arduous trek, the Drow Elf suddenly felt a slight wisp of magic fluctuation, and she curiously turned around to see that Christian, who was carrying a large bag full of supplies, actually drew out the harp at his waist and gently played a pale and mournful grassland tune in an attempt to boost everyone's morale.
"Don't blow! You'll expose our target!" Henneville, riding on a steed, hurriedly stretched out her right hand to try to stop the music, which was tinged with magic, from continuing to play. But the bard jumped lightly to the far side of her whip. The Drow elves wanted to side horse to catch up, however, their own crotch that gentle steed, more obedient to their centaur master, to the Drow elves' orders, simply indifferent.
"Don't be so nervous." Christian's magnificent and radiant ruby-like blood-colored eyes had an extra touch of a different look. After playing for another short while, he slowly put down the harp in his hand. "I'm just boosting everyone's morale. Heh, the whistling north wind has long covered up my insignificant and tiny flute sound."
"That can't be such a death wish!"
"Don't be annoyed! A mere draconic elf!"
"Really, how come you two are always arguing every time you come back." Just as the two of them were tussling, suddenly, a magnetic male voice slowly came from the distance. Pinehurst returned to the group for the third time.
"Where's Magnus?" Henneville frowned. "Be careful, if the magic pet dies, your soul will be horribly damaged as well."
"Don't worry about him, that guy who is cautious and uses all his skills to save his life will definitely live longer than me." Peinhus sputtered breathlessly. "We've just seen the Vesimiris fortress. I told him to keep a stealthy watch nearby. Everyone hold on for a while! We'll reach our destination through this forest! Just as well."
"Very well, it's almost dark. Everyone will be stationed here!" Christina tightly gripped the wooden handle of the giant axe and arranged the work. A group of people relying on the dense jungle, with a tightly patted snow bricks, with the rejection of horse, wooden spikes to build a simple defense line. The old and weak women and children and property materials are closely protected.
Further away, the marauders used sharp iron cones to drill a transparent hole in the top of a large number of ribs, and then tied them together with strong twine, hidden between two tree trunks. If anyone is crossing the woods, accidentally touching the rope, countless ribs, will hit together, emitting a jingling shrill sound, warning the clan of the approaching danger.
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"Peinhus, my dear student, when will your magic pet return?" The exquisite and beautiful Drow elves, elegantly sitting sideways on top of that wide horse, two long and round thighs, swinging back and forth in a boring manner. It was a stark contrast to the busy tribe at their side.
"It's hard to say, it'll probably take another half hour. I'll let him fly two more laps. Tsk, the little devil's self-invisibility spell with no spell bit restrictions can be a real cheat." Pinehurst reached faintly while building a snow wall. "Why are you asking me this question twice in a row?"
"Half an hour, so." Henneville did not answer her student's query. Leaping down from the horse's back. The white snow, immediately flooded her dark and smooth calves, put just draped in a huge bear skin Drow elves, frozen teeth bared.
Henneville trudged ahead, these days, she has basically gained the trust of the blood fury clan, not a single man or horse to stop himself, came to the rouge blazing horse that is clad in three head Chimera leather armor.
"Nobody move!!!"
Suddenly, the Drow Elf gritted his teeth, seemed to have made up his mind somehow, deftly jumped onto the back of the Blood Fury Chief, his right hand pulled out a sharp dagger from nowhere, bypassed the gap between the Chimera's head, and stabbed precisely on top of the white neck of the Rouge Blaze horse!
"Damn! I told you that Druid elves can't be trusted!" The old druid was the first to react, and the vines wrapped around the antlers, like countless wildly dancing pythons, shot up into the sky!
"Take your spells away from me! Old Druid! Or you will soon be electing a new chief!" Guinevere increased the force in her hand, the sharp dagger blade, squeezing the soft neck of the rouge blazing horse, cutting a tiny slit in the cold, stiff flesh.
In the midst of the freezing cold, the Drow elves ignored the other side's unusual body temperature.
"You ------" under the cast, the old druid had no choice but to cancel the spell. Hundreds of horses and men, but also quickly surrounded the two of them a waterfall. However, they look without a trace of tension, but in anger, mixed with some contempt and sympathy for the eyes?
"I'm sorry, it's been a great few days with everyone." Henneville shook her head and did not think about this question carefully. Some regretful sigh, lavender demonic eyes, but became more and more determined. One hand held a sharp dagger, coerced Christina's neck, the other hand, but slowly reached for the beast skin pouch filled with spell casting materials at the waist - but the dark, smooth jade hand, but touched an empty?
"Henneville! Are you looking for this?" Looking at the ridiculous look of panic of the Drow elves at his feet, Magnus fluttered a team of huge black bat wings, in the cold sky dome, suddenly revealing the prototype, crimson clawed hands, clutching a brown animal skin pouch in a deadly grip.
"Little devil?! Didn't Painehurst say you were out scouting ------" Henneville turned her head in shock, could it be that her dear student, had already found out about her plan? This can not be ah! My disguise is so flawless! It is impossible to be discovered by a few nomadic monsters who have not seen the world!
"Sorry, I lied, teacher. Magnus has been following you invisibly, and your schemes and tricks have fooled the blood rage clan, but not me," said Peinhus, raising the long bow and arrows in his hands to the Draconic elf's exquisite face, and drawing it into a horrible full moon. "Take a good look at what's under your blade! Throw away your dagger! Put your hands on your head and squat on the ground! For the sake of you being my teacher, I will give you a way out!"
"What?!" The Draconic elf lifted the huge Chimera leather armor with one hand - the thing covered the front so densely that nothing could be seen. With the fading of the pale gold leather armor, Henneville's pupils instantly contracted to the size of a pinpoint!!!
The upper half of that rouge mare was not Christina's dimpled human torso. Instead, it was a normal bloody stallion with a High Elf corpse with only the top half of its body tied around its neck!
The High Elf remains that Pinehurst captured from the orcs!
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Move forward slightly in time.
Peinhus looked in shock at the austere fortress in the distance. On that wooden wall fluttered a simple, crude blue banner, and above the old blue cloth, with some kind of dull yellow dye, was painted a golden crown hanging from a spear - the banner of the Ostrogoths, nothing wrong with that.
But on the other side of the wall, there was a gorgeous, exquisite blood-colored banner hanging! At the bottom of the red flag, it was decorated with large nests of radiant, beautiful golden tassels. Above the bloody flag, in expensive gold thread, was embroidered a hideous monster with a goat on the top half and a fishtail on the bottom half! There were also two lines of solemn war words embroidered in sacred Latin characters, on top of the head and under the feet of the half-goat, half-fish monster.
LEG-XXX
ULPIAVICTRIX
"The Thirtieth Ulpius Victory Legion." Pinehurst, who was familiar with history, silently recited in his heart the horrible meaning represented by that line of Latin words. His own body, too, trembled more and more because of fear and grief. If one remembered correctly, this legion was created by the famous Roman emperor: Turazen.
They followed Augustus and slaughtered the Dacia region on the north bank of the Danube, completely and utterly! They brought a large area of land with rich grass and water into the territory of the empire. Then, under the leadership of Turazen, they participated in the Parthian War of Conquest, killing countless orcs and demons, and planting the eagle flag on the walls of the Parthian capital: Tessifone! The Roman Empire reached the peak of its territory!
The fierce fame of this legion is enough to stop a little child from crying at night!
Damn! How could the Romans be in the Crimea at this point in time? The timing doesn't add up! No, no, no, the original history didn't have centaurs either, much less Draconic elves, magic nets, and other nonsense! Could it be that the Ostrogoths simply kissed Augustus' boots in order to survive. Willingly became a vassal of the Romans? In exchange for military aid from the other side to consolidate their dominance in the Crimea?
Yeah, come to think of it, it's excessively far from the Danube. Bear goblins can't possibly migrate from warm Thrace, in winter, to the cold north. Henevele never said from the beginning to the end that she was going back to Greece proper! This Draconic elf kept emphasizing that she was just going back to the legion! The Thirtieth Ulpius Victory Legion!!!
No wonder she insisted on acting as the first soldier to break through the door! This guy didn't hesitate to stand up to the Legion and take the side of the Donggoths when he understood that there was bound to be a battle between the Blood Rage Clan and the Donggoths!
"How's the reconnaissance going? Magnus?" In order to get more information. Peinhus sent the little devil to use his invisibility ability to scout a bit. However, shortly after, the pair flew back with a frustrated face.
"No, those Romans are too skilled. I cast a detection spell, and ho! Good guys! Detect Invisibility, Magic Alert ------ A bunch of defensive spells looked so frightening that I didn't dare to get too close to them. If that old druid said he flew over the fortress and wasn't bragging, this group should have arrived recently." Magnus shook his head helplessly. Reassured the pale centaur in front of him. "However, from a distance, the temporary camp the Romans have erected is not large enough to accommodate an entire legion, at most a thousand men."
The Roman army was very strictly woven. One hundred people for a team, six teams for a battalion, ten battalions in addition to additional units of cavalry, mages, engineering and so on, to make up 10,000 people, then a legion. More than eight hundred people, then, the other side should be a whole battalion, plus additional cavalry hundreds, Orphic hundreds, engineering hundreds and so on configuration ------
The more Pinehurst thought about it, the colder he got. Think about it, more than six hundred horses and men, with a long ago touched the five layers of the devil's network of the inside ghost, straight flanking a battalion of Roman soldiers, and two thousand Donggoth barbarians to form a terrifying coalition army? If you can't read the legion flag, then these six hundred tribesmen, I'm afraid, will all die inside the fortress!
If I were the teacher, the battle is over, I would definitely take the soldiers and attack the elite exhausted blood rage camp! Taking more than 40,000 head of livestock into captivity ------ this is a great feat for her! But for the centaurs, it is a disaster of annihilation!!!
Unfortunately, Henneville had missed one thing in all her calculations. Her dear student was not a centaur herderer who had migrated from the Far East. Knew nothing about Roman flags, Latin characters. Instead, it was a traveler who knew history and knew all the major empires in history like the back of his hand!
Chapter 37: Either way (next)
"How did you find that out! I don't think I've revealed any breakage." After losing the spell casting material, a large portion of the warlock's already pitiful known spells could not be cast at all. Driven to desperation, Henneville gripped the dagger in her hand a few more points tighter. The dark knuckles, even a little white.
"In fact, no one in the clan has any doubts about you. Even I, until an hour ago, held a deep sense of gratitude for you, dear teacher. But ------ I can read Latin." Peinhus spoke coldly. "And I also know a little about Rome. You said you came from the 30th Ulpius Victory Legion. The legion flag hanging on the wall of that city just happens to say LEG-XXX! And X is the Latin word for "ten", and three X's in a row means thirty! Together, it means 30 legions! This coincidence makes me unable to believe your words and actions anymore."
"Why do you know the sacred Latin words when you clearly couldn't even speak the common language two weeks ago!" The Draconic elf waved the dagger in his hand in despair. His dear student spoke nicely with a mouthful of salutations, but Hennevil, however, felt a terrible coldness and alienation from those salutations.
"And! I've been listening in on your conversations! How did you hide this from me and make this bait?!" The great ups and downs in life had plunged the warlockess who was in a desperate situation into a state of madness. The speed at which she wielded the dagger became more and more extremely fast. It was as if she took that insignificant, tiny blade as the last plank in the hands of a drowning man.
"Quite simply, I was so depleted of spell bits that I had to use [Telepathy] to give Christian an account of this first." Pinehurst shrugged and skirted around the fact that he knew some Latin. In fact, he will not be much, but some of the more famous words and numbers, or understand.
"In order to disguise the magical fluctuations under your nose, I successfully fooled your surveillance by having her play a magical song at the first word. The bard also told a few key personnel about it using [Telepathy] during the performance."
"Then everyone agreed that you were most likely to make a move on the chief, so they turned their backs on you first to create a puppet." Christina, wrapped in a sheepskin and disguised as an ordinary herdsman, also burst out of the crowd and looked down arrogantly at the Draconic elf on horseback. "Peinhus thought a little wrong, he thought you would wait until the city was broken before revealing your original form. But the Romans have created a series of detection boundaries. The little devil will be dead if he flies over there! When the time comes, we will most likely choose to retreat. So, you have to choose to do it now! Grab the hostages and retreat to the safety of the fortress interior, no?"
"Indeed, it's a good thing Christian thought of that, so everyone used the bloody corpse I casually retrieved, and the Chimera leather armor on the chief, to create a bait to lure you in." Peinhus admitted his little mistake. He thought the fragrant and bloody battle flag on the back of the orcs was pretty cool, so he picked it up by hand, so he could stick it in the doorway as a decoration later. Just like Curonia stuck two strings of goblin heads in the doorway, Christina hung a wall of greenskin heads.
Unknowingly, the aesthetics of the pale centaur, has run off.
"Be a good boy and give up, for the sake of the past, we will not kill you, dear teacher." Peinhers coldly repeated the words of persuasion to surrender. It's tiring to keep drawing the bow full all the time!
"@#$/%**------" Heneve gritted her teeth viciously, unwilling to be a prisoner again, the Drow Elf suddenly recited a long string of arcane incantations. But the head marauder was faster than her! Kulonia, who had been wielding the lasso, threw the rope in his hand and placed it precisely on top of the Drow Elf's head!
"Get down!"
Cullonia's arm yanked back, the loose rope buckle, immediately in Henneville that is like a black swan like slender and elegant neck, the rope loop contracted to the tightest! Strangled the other party even breathing is incomparably difficult, let alone what chanting!
The Draconian elf just wanted to resist, but as a result, a terrifying force, along the strong ropes, passed to her delicate body above, a hand pulled her off the back of the horse, and fell to the ground. The people around the horse immediately swarmed, the face ashen Henneville tied up a solid, mouth was also completely gagged.
No way, Henneville was drafted into the Roman army just after she became a warlock. Warlocks like her, who had few known spells but cast a large number of spells per day, were used by the legions as pure turrets for directed training. When in battle, just stay quietly behind the soldiers and throw spells.
Among the nine super magic techniques, the super magic expertise of increasing spell power, range, and area was learned by the female warlock to perfection. However, the super magic techniques such as spell silent hair and spell instantaneous hair were not learned one iota.
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"Now what, the Vesimiris fortress doesn't look good to fight." The icy sun hanging low in the sky had set below the horizon. In the temporary quarters, the centaurs were at a loss to consider the future.
"If you ask me, according to the intelligence of the little magic ------ no, Magnus, the other side is only eight hundred people!" Christina re-draped herself in her Chimera leather armor. "We may not be unable to win this battle."
"Yeah, I'll personally lead a strong attack to attract the other side's attention, and then let Magnus take advantage of the chaos to open the door, we still have some chances of winning! Hmph, all the monsters here, each one of them sees Rome as a flooded beast, I still don't believe it, is he really that strong?" Luga and Curonia also started to raise their voices. No one wanted to trudge and migrate in the knee-deep snow anymore.
"But then. The loss of the clan is too much! Surrounded by monsters moving south, conflict could break out at any time, and, hell, we don't know how many enemies there are inside the Crimean peninsula! We need to preserve our strength." Peinhus glanced at the distant, that was tied into a dumpling, with the provisions tied to the horse, and scratched his head tangled.
Just when the radicals and conservatives were arguing and the crowd was at a loss, suddenly, a marauder scout, hurriedly ran to the crowd. Complained of a shocking news: an orc clan, taking advantage of the night to launch a raid on the fortress!
"Tell you what, whether we end up fighting or not! We go to see each other's strength is always okay!" , Christina, who was annoyed by the crowd, hammered the point home. "Let's go! Let's go see how strong those damn Roman legions are!"
Chapter 38: Boom City Trash
Vichy Myris Fortress.
Wearing riveted lockets, black bearskin, holding a steel round shield in his left hand, Eudebius coldly surveyed the legionnaires in front of him. Reflected in his black pupils, all an elegant, handsome to the extreme exquisite face. These than human women, more beautiful face on both sides, and even a pair of red fluttering slender pointed ears, from the gap in the steel helmet, stretching in the slightly cold air.
Yes, this Roman legion was actually made up of half-elves, or even high elves!
The elven tribes originally lived on the picturesque Greek peninsula, where they established a splendid city-state civilization. A few hundred years later, they united under the leadership of a legendary great emperor. At one time, they conquered the vast land of Persian devils and even reached the Indian peninsula in the Far East, establishing a huge empire spanning three continents in Asia, Africa and Europe.
Its rise was sudden, but its death was also sudden. With the death of the legendary emperor, the empire he forged instantly became fragmented. The forcibly unified elven tribes were scattered all over the Mediterranean coast as if they were floating in the rain.
The High Elf families were still the absolute masters of Greece, the Draconic Elves ruled Egypt from the south, the Wild Elves had set footprints throughout Asia Minor and the Fertile Crescent, and the Grey Elves had established a brand new city-state in Africa: Carthage.
Later, the Grey Elves ruled and enslaved dozens of Dwarven fortresses in Iberia, and even crossed the Alps and invaded Rome itself under the leadership of another legendary Elf.
But, those glorious past, has long been ruthlessly crushed by the wheels of history. The Punic wars, the Greek wars of conquest, the Egyptian Holy Expedition ------ elven nations, under the seemingly never-ending desire of the Romans to conquer, could only all tremble in the dark, or meekly fall to their knees. The slender and slender necks were handcuffed with cold and merciless steel chains by the hungry legionnaires. An incomparably exquisite and beautiful flag, have fallen in the dust of history, countless fierce bloody falcon flag, fluttering in a long history of the elven ancient city above.
However, this also led to a sudden surge in the number of half-elves in Rome, like the Victory of Urpius, a legion created and conscripted directly in Greece itself, where six out of ten were half-elves and two more were high elves. The last two? One is Roman, one is the northern subservient barbarians.
"Eudebius! Don't dawdle there! The orc scouts are touching us!" Suddenly, a horrible roaring sound yanked the flag-bearer out of his inexplicable sense of superiority.
Only to see, a tower shield and short sword in hand. Wearing triple armor, the half-elf viciously approached his side. The soft and snug cloth armor, full body riveted lock armor, and an unbelievably strong scale armor chest protector, the half-elf's fit body protected tightly. The steel forged exquisite helmet above, the bright red feather crown across the head left and right, but also highlights the high status of his centurion.
"As ordered." Eudebius sighed helplessly, hum! Hundreds of years ago the elven slaves, now, even with the noble Romans on an equal footing ------ forget it, obeying orders is the natural duty of a soldier. When his status is higher than his, then slowly settle the score.
Thinking of this, the flag-bearer raised the bright scarlet eagle flag in his right hand high, and haughtily lifted his white chin. Quickly walking in front of hundreds of Roman soldiers wearing heavy lockets and blood-colored cloaks around their necks, he led the well-trained imperial warriors inside the city gates, forming an impregnable steel defense line.
The sacred eagle banner was topped not by some ordinary steel spear tip, but by a golden palm forged of pure gold surrounded by a golden wreath. Below the wreath were six silver circles, and on the elaborate nameplate, also engraved with a line of sacred Latin words.
LEG-XXX-COH-I
The first battalion of the 30th legion. Magnus guessed well that the Romans stationed inside the fortress only had the strength of a full battalion. The six silver rings symbolize the six squadrons of 100 men under the first battalion. But ------ that pure gold forged palm at the top of the flag, indicating that they are no ordinary goods, but the 30th Ulpius Victory Legion, the most valiant and battle-hardened main battalion! The golden wreath, but also in recognition of their outstanding battle achievements!
These years, the East Goths in order to dominate the Gredinian, with ogres, orcs, jackals, goblins and other monsters clans, kingdoms launched a round of bloody battles. Paid a very heavy price to get the final victory. There is not even extra manpower to reinforce the fortress that is about to fall.
The new king of Eastern Gothic had no choice but to offer the Eastern Roman Empire on the west coast of the Black Sea a large number of exotic treasures from the north, and he himself knelt before Arcadius and expressed his willingness to become a vassal of the empire. This was in return for Augustus' generous military aid: a main battalion of infantry, two cavalry centurions, oh, and a squad of eight spellcasters.
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"Ha! Look at the ridiculous faces of those orcs!" One hundred and forty-four heavily armored crossbowmen, at this moment all drawn from the hundred, centrally stationed on top of the high wooden wall, by the dim firelight, contemptuously looking at the two hundred hunchbacked huge body, carrying five or six javelins, creeping forward at the foot of the orc scouts.
These savage and cunning green-skinned monsters, like the centaurs, picked this dark night because of the thick clouds, eyes can barely see five fingers, on those without dark vision of human barbarians, launched a night attack. However, they do not know that today, the walls are full of elves who have some dark vision.
"FIRE!!!"
Along with the centurion's lead, the crossbowmen, who were ready to fire, ignited the sharp crossbow bolts wrapped in tarpaulin inside the recesses, and then pulled the trigger of the heavy crossbow in their hands. The sound of heavy crossbow strings loosening was like a series of terrifying muffled thunder, exploding over the city walls. Numerous flaming crossbow bolts, in the dark, cold night sky, cut a dazzling arc, nailed the orc scouts' bodies!
Countless heavy crossbows, shredding the armor and flesh of the orcs, piercing the shields and white bones of the greenskins, burning the hair and skins of the monsters! In the midst of the flaming inferno, there was a sound of miserable and desperate roar!
"It's our turn!" Asana waved the heavy nailhead hammer in her hand and ordered the Tungothians to attack. With the burning rockets of the Roman legion, the more than five hundred barbarian archers could now see the enemy's position accurately with the bright blaze. They all pulled their rough bows and arrows of different lengths in their hands into a terrifying full moon and shot sharp arrows that covered the sky at the dazzling hideous firemen outside the city!
Countless orcs, like the flame elementals, with their bodies burning with horrific flames, let out a roar of pain. A few determined greenskins, gritting their teeth, continued to run in the direction of the fortress, but were shot into hedgehogs by the sharp arrows that came thick and fast, ending the horrible pain of their bodies being set ablaze by the flames.
"Ha! This orc clan, it's nothing more than that." Looking at the almost completely wiped out vanguard of the orcs, the barbarian priestess finally breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a satisfied smile above her simple and beautiful face. Although within the kingdom, the matter of becoming the dog of the Romans, quite controversial. But the priestess, who had long been persuaded by Roman missionaries to become a believer in the God of Punishment, was clearly on the side of Rome.
"Do not rejoice too soon, barbarian, this is just a scouting force for the orcs to fight the vanguard." Looking aside at General Asana, who showed a smile, a male Drow warlock with a repulsive face, let out an arrogant snort. "This is just a tentative attack, the good show is still after ------ what the hell is that?!"
"Hmm?" Asana subconsciously turned her head to look. But she didn't have the dark vision of Drow elves who could see farther than ordinary monsters, and couldn't see outside the city, what had actually appeared.
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"Cheating! Cheating! Those pink shrimps, how could they have found my boys?!" An orc chief draped in steel lockets armor, fully two meters tall, furiously waved the huge two-handed axe in his hand, and roared in anger to the sky. Every round iron ring in the lockets armor was trembling gently for his boundless rage. "Forget it! Frontal attack! Raise my Boomtown Trash!!! WAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAGH!!!" In the jungle, more than two thousand green-skinned monsters clad in animal skins opened their own bloody mouths full of sharp fangs, catering to the chief's voice and roaring to the sky. In that like a wave like the sea. In the continuous roar, pulled out a four meters high, ragged, seven patchwork ------ huge pile of garbage?
The male Droids covered their long, sharp, dark ears, in the wave of more bloodthirsty roar, carefully examined the mountain of garbage carried out by the orcs. The chassis of the thing, is a piece of countless wooden stakes, dead tied together and made of rudimentary raft.
However, the top of the four-meter-tall rag, the warlock really do not know how to describe! It is simply a countless thick wooden stakes, tiny branches, and the ghastly white bones and other messy things, tied together alive with twine garbage only!
A bloody rope of exaggerated thickness, one end is connected to the largest stake on the garbage mountain. The other end, it is tied to a wooden pole across the garbage mountain above, the left and right ends of the pole slender, but also tied to four slightly shorter sticks, forming two skewed "m" shape.
Wait ------ two green-skinned monsters, is turning the garbage mountain on both sides of the "rice" stick, the bloody rope, along with their movements slowly tighten, wrapped in the middle of the slender wooden pole above, pulling the garbage mountain's largest rough stump, slowly from the top of the mountain down.
This fucking garbage thing with no mechanics at all is actually a torsion stone thrower? They used a bunch of sticks and ropes to make a winch out of hard work? Can such a crude thing really be launched?
The Draconian elves were dumbfounded.
"Chief! The Boomtown trash is ready!" The panting orcs, certain that the long rope, made of intestines, tendons, straws and other messy things woven together, had been strung tight to the limit, immediately shouted out in excitement! Thick nostrils, in the cold darkness of the night, spitting out two balls of warm white mist.
"Very good! Cannonball! Come on! Let's play with the bombing trash!" The green-skinned chief, who was a head taller than the average orc, laughed excitedly as a huge monster named "Cannonball" sat excitedly on top of the huge stake. The monster is 5 feet tall, arms are incredibly long, the skin is rotten iron gray. Hair but like seaweed green black.
These orc clan shells are, surprisingly, an immature troll!
"Fly! High! High! High!" The orc chief obviously did not miss the rare opportunity to play, he personally loosened the rough noose, the huge thick stake issued a loud "bang", instantly restored the vertical position, incidentally shattered about one-fifth of his own parts.
At the same time, the trolls also take advantage of the huge to terrifying bouncing force of the bombing trash, hands a loose stake, the whole person is like a cannonball, along with bones, sticks and other junk parts flying around, in the dark cold night sky, cutting an arc of death, by the way, hissing out an incomparable crazy ear-piercing whistle!
Such a crude thing can actually be fired!
Chapter 39; Imperial Battle Hymn
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Under the dumbfounded gaze of a group of elves, the head of the orcs called "cannonball" troll. Like a large ugly flesh and blood meteor, whistling through the dark, cold night, with a series of increasingly clear, loud, ear-splitting laughter, head on top of the simple wooden walls!
The terrifying impact shook countless wooden fibers, have issued an unexplained tearing sound. The bowmen on the wall were also shaken by the violent shock wave, unstable standing, there was an unlucky ghost standing on the wall, even accompanied by a series of fading screams, fell heavily on the southern end of the wall and broke their necks.
"ROAR!!!"
The troll waved its two long, iron-gray arms and snapped itself out of the troll-shaped wall recesses, alive. Eight sturdy fingers, gripping the wooden battlements, braced, so that his huge head, over the high walls - then it saw two half-elves in riveted lockets, carrying scarlet cloaks, with the strange cross-shaped weapons in their hands, aimed dead at his own head.
"Pfft!"
The heavily armored crossbowmen did not hesitate to pull the triggers in their hands, allowing two powerful steel crossbow arrows to nail the trolls' eyes, fountains of dirty, sticky blood, accompanied by the trolls' horrible roar of pain, sprayed everywhere, staining the legionnaires' sacred blood-colored cloaks.
Several Donggoth soldiers, also took advantage of the other side because of the shells, lost vision moment, retrieved the hands of the long bow, swung round the sharp iron axe pinned to the waist, fiercely chopped on the troll's fingers!
The hideous iron-gray monster let out a second cry of pain, with three incomparably sticky, profane arcs of blood, fell heavily off the wall with a loud "boom", smashing a large row of wooden horses placed in the corner of the wall. At the same time, those sharp, long wooden spikes, but also his dirty, stinking huge body, a lot of holes, a few wooden spikes, even through his ugly head.
But before the soldiers could cheer and celebrate, the fatally wounded troll actually reared up, full of care, and pulled out the countless sturdy wooden thorns that ran through his chest and skull - and those horrific wounds, dripping with blood, were rapidly recovering and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Three pale bone spikes, the first to burrow out of the break in his finger, countless tender flesh buds followed it, wriggling their fat and bloated body, like vines wrapped around the outside of the bone spikes, forming the shape of a fingertip, and then secrete a layer of foul-smelling hard decay, reconstituting its hard iron gray skin!
"Are you two idiots new recruits! Only fire and strong acid can kill a troll!" Looking at the troll's constantly regenerating body, a high elf mage, irritated, went to the wall, and with a flick of his left hand, lifted the animal grease that the soldiers had stored on the wall out of thin air, and poured the golden sticky liquid inside onto the troll's constantly healing body.
At the same time, the mage's right index finger, accompanied by a long string of prosperous and complex arcane incantations, then the blazing, red. The High Elf aimed at the hideous mass of blood and flesh that was constantly healing beneath the city walls. The air nearby, suddenly became incomparably hot, two small balls of blazing flame, just around the High Elf's long white fingertips, flying, burning, laughing wildly opened a pair of hideous mouth made of flames, so that two beams of scarlet flames of horror rays, from the inside of the ball spurted out, fiercely blasted on top of the troll's healing body!
"Ho--"
The poor cannonball, whose flesh and blood were roasted and burned to a charred, charred appearance, let out a miserable roar. But, waiting for him, is the seven caster's fire attack, in front of the overwhelming and relentless flame, the troll that robust and large body, but also appears unusually small.
"No! My shells! You pay for it!"
The orc chief waved his huge axe in his hand in annoyance. The winch of Boomtown Trash was also pulled full for the second time by the efforts of the two greenskins. This time, they laced the bottom of the stake with a bomb carrier made from a giant tortoise shell. The boys gleefully brought in three bags full of rounded heads, inside the tortoise shell, piled up into a hideous and gruesome hill of skulls.
Some of these dead and unconscious heads are still bloodied, while others have become skeletons. The variety is also extremely rich, there are gnomes, cat people, and even some human heads - God knows whether they belonged to centaurs or dongoths in life.
"Let me lead you, to make the biggest WAAAGH!!!"
The orc chief let go of the winch with a look of hatred, and the huge stake once again made a startling thundering sound, returning to its vertical position for a second time, shaking off more insignificant parts - now the Drow elves could barely make out its rock-throwing shape.
It seems that a large part of your four-meter-tall stone throwing carriage is a superfluous decoration!
Boom city this, like a shotgun, blasted out enough to cover the sky dense skull. Hundreds of thousands of like a meteor shower, trailing a long blood trail of miserable skulls. Smashed everywhere, they opened a pair of dead eyes, looking straight at the object in front of them. Some even in the moment of landing, it became a bloody puddle of miserable mud, red blood, mixed with yellow brain matter spattered everywhere.
This horrible light, even the well-trained Roman soldiers, also in this rain of skulls was a certain fright, then not to mention the side of the Eastern Goths!
"WAAAGH!!!"
While the opponent was intimidated by the rain of skulls that covered the sky, more than two hundred orc boys clad in lockets, wielding a long-handled machete physically extended with wooden sticks and ropes, and painted red, riding a huge orb that seemed to have two legs, whipped up a storm of blood on the battlefield! Those long-legged red ball, has an unimaginable terrifying speed, instantly rushed to the bottom of the fortress wall, open their almost as huge as their bodies, full of sharp fangs blood basin mouth, viciously bite, swallowing the wooden walls in front of them.
A thousand or so orcish infantry, clad in mere layers of warm furs, also wielding sharp axes and wooden shields in their hands, followed closely behind the Scrooge cavalry and killed the wooden walls of the Visimiris fortress with fervor, like a dark green wave of terror! At their feet, followed by several thousand small one long-legged red balls. Although not as huge as the cavalry crotch, but the number is very exaggerated, even more than the orcs!
"Archers! Attack those infantry! Ignore the cavalry painted red!" General Quintuchus, who was responsible for coordinating the entire expeditionary army, gave the order without hesitation. The human allied army, which had recovered, immediately returned the favor to the green tide laced with dense red dots. With the deafening sound of string vibration, the sky-blinded feathered vectors, like a torrential rain, nailed the shields and bodies of the orcs in a dense manner, splashing countless waves of miserable and moving blood!
As long as not shot in the legs and vital, those ferocious horrible, mouth WAAAGH not endlessly savage green skin, at most in the grunt two, completely ignored the East Gothic bow and arrow strikes, continue to charge forward.
However, if they were shot by the Roman legionaries with heavy crossbows, they would be knocked to the ground by the huge impact, not to mention charging forward, and then trampled into a puddle of bloody green mush by hundreds of their fellow soldiers behind them.
In the end, after leaving hundreds of miserable remains shot into hedgehogs, the orcs bathed the East Roman-Dongolese allied forces in a rain of arrows that was terrifying enough to cover the sky and killed them at the base of the wall. The spiked horses in the corners of the wall were slashed and smashed frantically. Little Scrooge was also like a hamster grinding his teeth, feasting on the wooden sticks in front of him. At the same time, the heavy wooden gate, but also by those mouth as big as the body of red meatballs, gnawed alive out of a large hole for people to pass!
"Prepare for battle!" Eurdebius raised the bright, blood-colored eagle banner high in his hand, letting the scarlet sacred banner, hunting in the cold north wind. The fortress walls were three meters wide and the narrow canals only allowed four horses to pass side by side. So, the Romans formed a watertight semicircle at the exit of the wide tunnel, relying on the walls. Any orcs who passed through that narrow passage and rushed inside the fortress would have to face a three-pronged attack from the front, left and right of the victorious legions of Ulpius!
The two bards in the squadron of 100 also played the ringed bronze trumpet, beat the leather snare drum tied to their waists, and sang along with the high and fierce accompaniment of the two bards holding up the eagle flag and eagle emblem!
"In the old days, the greedy wolf raised twin sons. Growing strong to avenge their father, Rome emerged from the seven mountains.
In a chaotic world, the Latin Club Alliance. The enemy is numerous and we are outnumbered in a bloody battle, thousands of corpses to lay the hegemon!"
Under the bard's impassioned battle song that told the history of Rome, the legionnaires broke out with two hundred percent enthusiasm. The front row of soldiers shoulder to shoulder, with steel and flesh and blood, formed a row of incomparably strong blood-colored shield wall. A long, sharp, wooden-handled steel spear, like a dense, hideous jungle, stretched from the inside of the shield wall. In the back row, the soldiers pulled out a 1.6-meter-long heavy javelin from their backs and threw it viciously at the blood-colored Scrooge cavalry!
"Bunyan, the elves invade the land. Hannibal, the legendary mortal enemy, roars like a thundering war elephant with his hooves.
Citizens, win food and King from. Raise your arms and ten thousand people from, fierce battle Zama ash elite slaughter!
Carthage, the land is full of salt. Plundering, killing, winning, conquering, expanding ambitions in this life, opening up the territory!"
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"
The greenskins who rushed into the narrow tunnel, in the bard's increasingly loud and excited song, desperate to see in front of them like locusts, a series of dense and mournful whistle of steel rain, instantly shot into a bloody sieve!
At close range, the force of these javelins could be even more terrifying than the heavy crossbow. Some greenskins who were penetrated and torn by five or six javelins at the same time were directly lifted off by the impact and smashed viciously on their compatriots behind them! Caused a series of collisions.
Seeing this, the Roman soldiers immediately fired a second rain of javelins at the chaotic army! The sharp tips of the spears, as if destroying the fragile flesh of the orcs and Scrooges, penetrated their dirty and sturdy bodies, making one hideous and horrible bloody hole after another!
Both sides have not yet contacted, within the narrow tunnel, will be covered with green skin and seat wolves, torn by the steel of the miserable corpses!
"The legion seeks war, rowing wooden boats across to the east. Stepping on Athens to look at the new moon, the bloody eagle flag is planted all over the elven kingdom.
The Mediterranean Sea, at last, became the inner lake of the republic. The slaves crawled on the ground, all trembling, and looked around at the four fields to find few opponents!
The banner-bearer and the eagle-emblem-bearer's magical power of the loud song, haunting the entire bloody battlefield, finally, a few Scrooge roared out of the tunnel. One head rooted in the dense jungle of lances, blood, like a hideous scarlet waterfall, from its round body, gurgling out. The cavalryman wielded the slender machete tied to a wooden stick, futilely striking the bloody shield wall lined with Roman soldiers.
At this moment, the legionnaires on both sides of the exit, also in the midst of the bard's uplifting song, advanced forward in a well-trained manner. At the flank of the monster in front of them, neatly thrust out the sharp, slender wooden-handled steel spears in their hands!
"In the conquest of Gaul, Julius sang a triumphant song.
All the barbarians submit, I come to see me conquer all before me!
For the sake of unification, Gaius' family's wealth was dispersed.
The group received, veterans cast, the hearts of the people from, the war after the beauty finally become Augustus!"
In the midst of the war poet's last impassioned verse, the orc cavalry finally realized with despair: even if they broke out of the narrow tunnel, they would be attacked by the enemy on three, no, four sides! A small group of crossbowmen on the wall, also under the order of Quintus Truss, have put the cold glowing steel crossbows in their hands, aimed at their heads, and pulled the trigger of the heavy crossbows without mercy!
"Hahahaha! Soldiers! Well done! Let these monsters come as they please! I promise to make them come back one by one!" Looking at the narrow tunnel filled with corpses, and more than two hundred dead sturdy orcs, the centurion wielding his tower shield short sword, laughing wildly, cut off the head of an orc. "War poets! Keep playing the imperial anthem! Don't stop!"
"In the old days, the greedy wolf raised twin sons. Growing strong to avenge their father, Rome emerged from the seven mountains.
In a chaotic world, the Latin Club Alliance. The enemy is many and we are few in the battle of blood, thousands of corpses to lay the hegemon!
Bunyan, the elves invade the land. Hannibal, the legendary enemy of death, roars like a thundering war elephant with his hooves.
Citizens, win food and King from. Raise your arms and ten thousand people from, fierce battle Zama ash elite slaughter!
Carthage, full of salt stains.
Plunder, kill, win, conquer, expand your ambitions in this life, and open up the frontier!
The legion sought battle success and rowed wooden boats across to the east.
Stepping on Athens looking at the crescent moon, the bloody eagle flag is planted throughout the elven kingdom.
The Mediterranean Sea, which eventually became the Republican Inner Lake.
The slaves, prostrate on the ground, are trembling, looking around the four fields there are few rivals!
In the conquest of Gaul, Julius sang a triumphant song.
All the barbarians submit, I come I see I conquer all before me!
For the sake of unification, Gaius' family fortune was scattered.
The group received, veterans cast, the hearts of the people from, the war after the beauty finally become Augustus!"
Chapter 40: Hidden Daggers in Smiles
Asana looked enviously at the Roman soldiers around her, a pair of almond-yellow beautiful eyes, flashing countless nice little stars.
These heavily armored soldiers in red robes are well disciplined and well trained. The command system is efficient and orderly. Hundreds of flesh-and-blood half-elves, but as if they were thoughtless puppets, faithfully carrying out all the orders of the upper echelon, General Quintus Truss in command of their actions, simply as easy and casual as the arm.
And the barbarian soldiers under their own command, although brave and good at fighting. But often overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty desire to kill, only know a swarm of burst forward.
Then look at the equipment gap between the two sides. The two hundred Scrooge cavalry of the orcs, each clad in lockets and warm furs, a heavy cavalry unit of this size, if you look at the entire kingdom, only the heavily armored personal guard beside King Donggoth, can be compared to it.
But that squad of heavy cavalry was slaughtered by a squad of 100 men without a scratch!
Although there is the suspicion of using the location, but this also shows the huge gap between the equipment of both sides. The crude killing weapons of the orcs could not cut through the wooden tower shields that were coated with a layer of hard iron on the surface. Rome's spears and lances, forged by countless Dwarven craftsmen, could easily tear through the green skin's iron armor!
"Mage! Destroy that pile of crap for me!"
"Obey the order." Under the command of Kuntuchus, the male Droid's dark and withered arm was suddenly wrapped with a circle of arcane runes, formed by light blue arcane circle. A small sulphur ball laced with brown stains, also in his skeleton-like hideous jagged palm inside, instantly burned open, into a head-sized ball of red flame fire.
Super magic spellcasting - Spell increase distance - Fireball spell!
"BOOM!!!"
A huge fiery fireball, driven by a light blue magic ring, like a blood-colored meteor, in the dim, cold sky, cutting through a searing, blinding crimson arc, accompanied by a sharp, piercing low sound, exploded in the green skin of the trash mountain. The blazing blood-colored flames flew everywhere, instantly turning the orcish boomtown into a huge bonfire.
"Replace!"
Quintuchus gave the casting order again, and Eudebius immediately stopped singing with the magic breath. Raising the eagle banner high, he slowly retreated to the rear. The Roman soldiers of the first squadron, too, accompanied the eagle banner and steadily retreated. Letting their fellow comrades of the second squadron take over the first line of posts. The four new bards, too, once again accompanied by the high and stirring sound of drums and trumpets, sang loudly.
The second wave of the canal is the two-legged red ball, the size of a lamb. They are small and round, not carrying heavy orcs, and therefore more flexible and light, and soon rushed through the Roman legion that is like a storm of dense and terrifying sea of javelins, bared a fanged mouth the same size as their bodies, biting hard on the iron skin of the tower shield!
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"No need to look, those orcs are dead" in the distance, hidden in the jungle, Christina, tangled scratching her long, silky blood-colored hair like a waterfall. "That city gate tunnel is a trap set by the Romans. No amount of men would be enough to fill it. The cavalry was wiped out, the only siege machinery was destroyed by the flames, and they couldn't do anything with the eight-meter-high walls!"
"Yes, according to our years of combat experience, those green-skinned monsters don't know what a "strategic retreat" is. They only use the most wild and vast war, and the most bloody and miserable death, to please their gods." The old druid averted his eyes from the battlefield, unable to bear the sight of the horrible image.
Hundreds of greenskins, crammed inside the narrow canal, were in a mess. Those who rushed at the front could not break the shield wall of the Roman legion at all. Occasionally inflicting a little killing damage to the enemy, they are also quickly healed by the war priest who is the head of the tithe. And the orcs trapped outside, still exposed to human firing range! Slowly turning into a bloody mass of hedgehogs.
In a short time, the pile of huge, healthy green corpses, but will be blocking the tunnel!
"Alas, the greenskins don't care if it's the enemy or themselves who die. They just want to please their war masters with a good fight." Curonia spoke with a stony face. "The enemy seems to have some way of seeing in the dark. Coupled with the magical alert Magnus said ------ sneak attack has become a delusion."
"Let's go back first." The rouge mare sighed heavily. Stepping through the cold, thick snow, she led the watching crowd back to the clan's makeshift camp - thousands of fat gnomes in studded leather armor, armed with throwing spears and round shields, and eating greasy food, actually stationed on the outside of the camp?
"Ah, what vivid and beautiful blood-colored fur, and what imposing chimera leather armor! You must be the new chief of the Blood Fury Clan!" Just as the crowd was horrified and confused, six black and white, majestic Siberian huskies, pulling an oak-forged sled, came swiftly from the distance.
Pinehurst narrowed his eyes. Hell, the interior of that sled was filled with all kinds of gold and silver coins. Countless expensive precious metals, flooded a full four or five turns fatter than its counterpart, fleshy face, even dragging six layers of greasy chin ------ bear gnome?
It is difficult to identify the species when they are fattened into this shape.
"Chief, you're back at last! This bear goblin, as fat as a pig, surrounded our camp with his men, but said he didn't want to fight, just to do business, and pestered us for half a day! We were about to cut him down when you came back." Looking at the returning chief, the men and horses left behind to guard the camp secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Peace! The trading kingdom of Galivix is here for peace and trade!" Looking at the tall men and horses with swords drawn, the round, almost meatball of an obese king raised a bloated arm that was swamped with gold coins and almost as thick as a pillar. He took off the golden crown he wore on his head and let the finely carved ring-shaped thing fly clockwise along his thick fingers.
"I want to sell a way to get out of this land of white plague! As long as the chief pays the same weight of gold as your body!"
"Heh! Let me guess, you want to say that there is a human fortress in the south, and by fighting it, we can reach the warm and spring-like Gredinian?" Christina pulled out the huge axe hanging on the side of her horse, weighed it twice in her hand and let out a disdainful sneer.
"Huh?"
The movement of Garivicus playing with the crown came to an abrupt halt. The dark yellow beast pupils contracted slightly and looked at the blood-colored man in front of him in surprise. Six layers of fat and greasy chin, accompanied by his round and rolled fat body trembled slightly.
"You ------ have met with that group of orc clans?" The bear gnome spoke tentatively.
"So, it's through you that they got the news, too." The petite and lovely Christian narrowed his good-looking bloodshot eyes, raised his well-strung light crossbow, and aimed at the Trade Lord's bald head that was squeezed together in layers. "If you know there is this way to live, you meatball, why do you stay in the middle of this cold, horrible storm? Your clumsy lies will fool your own kind and the orcs! Don't expect us to fall for it too!"
"Hell! Hell!" Gary Vickers' fat body was trembling gently. This lie, indeed, was not very clever. It was even full of loopholes, but now all the nomadic clans were forced to a dead end by this step-by-step white plague. Even if they recognize their own plot, they will lead their clans to take their chances and weaken the living power of the allied Roman and Gothic forces.
That's right, if this continues, sooner or later, the fortress of Visimiris, under the onslaught of monsters, will be weak to the extent that it can be easily captured by the trade kingdom alone! This is the trade king's brilliant plan to drive away the wolf and swallow the tiger.
As for the little clans that turned to dust in the Roman fury? Ha! What do I care?