Chapter 41: The Crown of Persia
"Chief, please let me deal with him." Peinhus drew the steel longsword at his waist and gently walked to the side of the rouge mare. He had seen this kind of greedy, cunning and profit-oriented merchant too many times.
"Good." Christina dryly gave way. This decisive move, let Gary Vickers confused narrowed a pair of dark yellow eye pupils, was close to drooping face fat, completely covered the mercenary eyes, this time, completely disappeared in a pile of green fat.
A matriarchal clan that allows a male horse, to stand in front of the stage?
"Honorable Lord Garivicus." Pinehurst gently stuck the tip of his sword in the snow, pale and cold hands, leaning on the end of the hilt, slowly said. "I probably understand your plan, drive the wolf? Slowly weaken the enemy's power? Clever, quite clever."
"But," the pale centaur said with a twist. "You underestimate the strength of the humans. We have just returned from the battlefield, and the allied forces of Rome and East Gothic wiped out that horde of orcs you tricked into battle with almost no losses."
"How is that possible!" Garivix widened his own dark yellow eyes that flashed with greedy gaze and spoke incredulously. "The orc clan led by Chief Gezgura is so cruel and bloodthirsty that only broken walls remain wherever they pass! It's like an invincible green apocalypse! They even have two hundred heavy cavalry, with a ridiculous-looking, but incredibly powerful siege equipment!"
"If you don't believe me, you can have your people go over there and take a look. The fortress is not far from here." Peinhus said calmly.
With a twinkle in his eye, the Trade Lord immediately waved his fat arm and summoned a group of goblin riders who were riding a dark seated wolf and holding a compound shortbow. He ordered them to go to the south to check it out. With bloated fingers, he continued to spin up the magnificent crown cast in gold, forming a brilliant and dazzling golden whirlwind.
The pale centaur's eyes, unconsciously fell on top of this high-speed rotating crown: that thing gorgeous, complex to the extreme. Above the perfect body of pure gold, densely carved with exquisite totems, and arcane runes. The first half of the circle, inlaid with nine small gold ------ no, those ingenious gold, all with a long slender snake tail, the side of the brain, but also a pair of exquisite goat horns, so they look, and the devil closer.
The golden devil located in the middle of the forehead is the most enormous, the remaining eight small golden devils, are evenly surrounded on its sides, the more distant from him, the smaller the body becomes. The devils hold a huge golden shield in their left hands, and in the center of all nine shields, there is a huge oval-shaped concave hole.
In their right hand, they will be a huge golden sword, raised high above their heads. Nine long swords inlaid with precious stones, hollowed out a large number of arcane runes, like nine gradually shrinking golden peaks, into the top of the circle, the sharp and absolutely beautiful golden crown top.
Pinehurst's dark and deep pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinpoint. His breathing also became rapid, he hurriedly stabilized his mind, pretending to be waiting for the wolf cavalry to reply to his letter, a million bored look, casually said: "This thing is quite beautifully made ah, where did you get it?"
"You mean this?" Sniffing out the business opportunity, Galivix immediately straightened up his lazy, bloated body. "I bought it from a group of earth goblins. Pay attention! It's not an ordinary crown! It's a magical wonder! Look at the beautiful reliefs on it! And look at the nine golden devils set on it! If you want it, I'll give you a 10% discount! Only 9,500 gold coins from Soudres! This dazzling crown will be placed on your head of wisdom! If you don't have money, you can also exchange it for something of equal value."
"Magical wonders? What effect?" Hearing the word magic, Christian also came interested and curiously walked over to the bear gnome's side.
"Er ------" the trade lord tried to digress, holding the golden crown up in front of Peinhers eyes. "Look at these magnificent reliefs! My goodness, the carving skills are simply ingenious! These are rare items made in Tavrin, and they are engraved with the epic of the legendary demon descendant, Cyrus the Great, who defeated the three kingdoms of Midi, Lydia and Babylon in succession, creating the Achaemenid Dynasty and crowning himself Emperor of all Tavrin! Look! The two lines that look like wings and bloom on both sides of his body in Persian script: King of kings! God of gods!"
"Wow! That's a lot of come-ons." Peinhus clapped his hands in praise. "So what's the effect?"
"Don't dwell on such trivial things, the cultural value and historical significance of this stuff is much better than some small magic effects, isn't it?" Gary Vickers smiled and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Continue to fool around.
"He was the crown worn by that Cyrus the Great when he was crowned! Unfortunately, this legendary emperor, fell in love with a female centaur who was also a legend. Taking his army north to the Salmatia steppes, he tried to take that stunning mare back to his bed - ah, what followed should be quite clear to you centaurs: the invincible Queen Tomiris, cut off the head of the Persian Emperor with her own hands, and from then on, the golden crown of the demon descendants, never returned to the two river valley, instead In the northern grasslands tossed and turned, its last owner was the king of the Eastern Gothic, pre-days beheaded by the earth goblins, and then for a bite to eat, sold to me at a low price."
"As a magic wonder, you don't talk about the effect, but give me a bunch of history?" Peinhus felt helpless as he listened to the past history of the magically modified version of "Tomelis' decapitation of Cyrus the Great". "So, is it very garbage?"
"Tsk, why is this horse of yours so practical?" Dry-mouthed, Garivicus picked up the Egyptian beer handed to him by his attendants and drained it in one go. "Well, well, I admit that this extremely horrible thing that came should be broken. I wonder what barbarian did this - now he can only give the wearer +1 charisma."
"You bear gnome really dare to ask a lot! Even a +2 attribute curiosity sells for at most 4,000 sundrens! How dare you ask for 9,500 gold coins for this +1 trash? And that's the discounted price?" Christian burst out on the spot. His dark and smooth finger rubbed back and forth on the trigger of the light crossbow. "No one will stop me! I'm going to shoot this black-hearted treacherous merchant who has no sincerity at all!"
"Be impulsive, Christian." Peinhus hurriedly straddled between the two and used his last spell bit of the day to send a message, through [Telepathy], to the bard's ears.
"This thing is definitely not crap!!!"
"Well done! White centaur! Stop this crazy bitch and I'll give you 80% ------ no, 10% off!" Garivix understood the power of the crossbow and immediately shrank into the pool of gold coins that made up the pile. The two sides of the earth elves wearing scale armor, also pulled out the machete at the waist, the leader of their own, and pulling the sled of six huskies, protected, clustered in the middle of the team.
"I say, are you a bard or a warlock, king?" After persuading Christian, Pinehurst calmly said. "Even if you are, just adding a little charm doesn't seem to be of much use. This crown comes from a great deal, and the cultural value is high. But those things can't be used as food."
"So you want to cut a deal?" Gary Vickers straightened his round, bloated body from the pile of coins with a hateful gleam in his eyes. "You want to cut a deal with my trade lord?"
"That's right." Pinehurst looked at the wolf cavalry returning from afar and said confidently. Sure enough, when Gary Vickers heard the news that the greenskins were all wiped out, his face instantly turned incomparably pale! The ferocious eyes, also became incomparably frightened!
"See the reality! Your plan to drive away the wolves and swallow the tigers has long since turned into a fueling tactic for nothing! It will only lead to the death of potential allies for nothing! Your trading kingdom alone, or my Blood Rage clan, cannot pose a deadly threat to the Romans!" Christina also understood Pinehurst's plan and wielded a giant axe with a whirring breeze. "Now all the clans in the north are struggling and teetering on the brink of death! Let's make a fair deal to conclude a covenant between our two clans to face the strong enemies in the south together! How?!"
The enemy's strength looks far beyond his own imagination. The Trade King bowed his head in contemplation for a long time and finally raised his fat face and nodded fiercely. Six layers of greasy and bloated chin, along with his violent head movements, like a pendulum swinging back and forth.
"All right, a thousand gold coins! Take it and be happy!" Gary Vickers covered his forehead in annoyance. It looked like the clan would have a hard time getting through this crisis without some blood. Damn Tungots! A few years ago, the lizards were generous enough to let people into the island for the winter!
"Say, do you have any spell casting materials? I'm a warlock." Pinehurst did not tie to pay out money, but instead asked slowly.
"Hmm? A centaur warlock? That's rare. I thought you were a bard." Galivix raised a black eyebrow sunk in a pile of fat. "Spellcasting materials are in short supply right now. It's only sold inside the major cities of Rome and Persia over here. Normally, we could easily reach the market by borrowing the lizardmen's ship branches, but right now, those greedy, petty, hellish Ostrogoths have blocked the roads to death ------"
"So, you want to raise money again?" Pinehurst looked at the hand-waving, round bear gnome adulterer in front of him and said with amusement.
"The bear gnome rubbed his fat, fleshy bear paws and grinned at the centaur warlock in front of him. Since the East Gothic blockade of land and sea, the grassland spellcasting materials are basically extinct, it seems that this warlock also because of the scarcity of materials, can not use the arcane, combat power decreased significantly, hum, this time to kill him.
Thinking of this, Garivicus put on a generous look, incomparably mercenary said. "Not I say, now the spell casting materials can be ten times the price, no, twenty times. What do you want?"
"Twenty times, that's what you said." The pale centaur gave a wry smile and opened the animal skin pouch strapped to his waist. Garivix thought well. Northern grasslands, indeed, spellcasting materials are scarce, but ------ Henneville, a female warlock in contact with the fifth ring arcane, can bring out a large bag full of spellcasting materials from the territory of Rome! Those expensive things fell into the hands of the barbarian claws, then, and then by Peinhus seized all!
"Oh my God! Mica! Viscose! Candles! Viper's venom sacs ------" Garivicus said, dumbfounded and looking up in disbelief. "Where did you ------ get so many materials?"
"Nothing to do with you." Pinehurst parted with about 1/4 of the spell casting materials, "These are probably worth 200 gold coins, I'm not as black-hearted as you, five times sold to you!"
"No problem, no problem." The bear gnome, who was obese in the shape of a round ball, greedily accepted the valuable materials in front of him and casually threw the Persian crown into the hands of the centaur - these are life-saving things! Compared to these things that can be transformed into powerful magic, that charm +1 tiara is nothing!
Although Garivix greedy for money, but also a very practical bear gnome. Know what things are exceptionally valuable and what things are worthless at special times.
Chapter 42: The beast onnado wow Finch
From the bear goblin hands, get that body carved with beautiful relief, the outer ring is also inlaid with nine big devil's gold crown, Pinehurst immediately turned away, instantly hanging a pale death storm on the snow, scared countless belong to the trade king's goblin slaves, head down on top of the snow, shivering, wildly crying "mercy."
However, the pale centaur's whole body was focused on the golden crown in front of him, and did not notice the difference around him. Let Christina and Garivicus two chiefs slowly discuss cooperation matters to go - this to the head of the horrible dead golden crown, absolutely not what scrap!
Look, those nine golden devils, each holding a giant sword shield. And in the center of each shield, there is an oval depression, the near-perfect shape, almost identical to the emerald jade stone that he seized from the savage claw package!
Pinehurst thought it was a coincidence, but when he examined the center of the hollow, he found that there were nine different faint black shadows carved inside, one of which was imprinted with a tall soldier in heavy scale armor, wielding a slender war hammer longer than his body. With the jadeite jade, the group of dark green phantom, is simply a mold carved out of!
Pinehurst excitedly from pulled out the pocket of the flawless radiant gem, slowly approaching the crown from the middle to the right, the second pit in the middle of the hole. Suddenly, the golden crown seems to sense the jade's proximity, a beam of brilliant and dazzling golden current, from the devil's shield of the hollow spurted out, as if countless brilliant golden python, and as if the deep sea octopus that twisted blasphemous tentacles, dead wrapped in the dazzling emerald above.
"Hiss!"
The emerald jade that was struck by the golden lightning, shivering, also aimed at the hole, shooting a beam of luminous green dazzling current. The two are like two magnets, madly attracting the other side closer to their own, in a crackling sound of electricity, forcibly pulling the pale centaur that up to twenty-two strength of the sturdy arm, moving towards each other's position!
Helpless, Pinehurst had to let go of his fingers, let the beautiful emerald, in the gold, green two-color current under the winding, a crisp and pleasant sound of impact, dead set in the Persian former gold crown.
"Buzz ----"
If you say, before the Persian crown, like a piece of artwork. Then, when it acquired a jade stone, as if it came to life, gently trembling their exquisite body cast in gold. Emitting a radiant and distorted golden halo.
The pale centaur carefully picked up the sorcery crown emitting a golden glow and placed it in his hand for careful examination. The crown is divided into two halves: the front and the back. The inner and outer rings of the second half of the circle are carved with the great achievements of Cyrus the Great in building the Achaemenid dynasty. The eight words of King of Kings and God of Gods resemble a pair of spell wings. It is carved on both sides of that emperor.
The outer ring of the first half of the circle, amidst the exquisite and complex flaming patterns, is inlaid with nine heads of terrifying devils cast in pure gold. The inner ring, however, is carved with four lifelike, monstrous creatures.
The first creature, a naked human whose physique was both majestic and majestic, and willowy and enchanting. A yin and a yang, these two diametrically opposed feelings, actually appeared at the same time in the body of a human being, Pinehurst's admiration for the crown maker deepened. She ------ or his charmingly beautiful face above, revealing the masculine look of androgyny. The naked body without an inch, while growing a normal human, used to distinguish between the male and female sex of the flesh and blood organs, the number of more than normal.
The second monster, a bloated mountain of flesh with huge antlers. Gary Vickers kind of rounded body, in front of this fat monster, also dwarfed. This pile of meat mountain covered with horrible rotten scars, abdomen is some kind of sharp instrument, tearing out a huge sore, countless winding rotten meat intestines, like a broken lake, rushed out of his body inside.
The third monster was a brawny man clad in bronze battle armor. He held a huge battle axe full of spikes in both hands. On the neck, but a canine head that roars to the sky, covered with horrible fangs in the bloody mouth, and even a few lines of saliva carved in a subtle way. The eyes, but also directly carved into the twisted shape of the flames.
The last monster, which did not look so grotesque and scary. Just an ordinary human sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and his head bowed in meditation. The pale centaur could not see his face at all. Only two poisonous snakes were seen, breaking out from his spine, above the monster's head, flailing and twisting into a mess.
"The business of the nine prisons of Bateau opened to subspace? Or did the subspace business open to Bateau Nine Hells?" Peinhus instantly recognized the true names of the four devils. He hesitated, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the golden crown of the Persians and carefully put it on his head. The moment that golden crown came into contact with his head, pink, green, red, blue, four evil rays of light, simultaneously flickered wildly away on the Four Devils relief!!!
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[Crown of Sorcery](Disabled 1/9)
Wearer +2 charisma (+1 crown + 1 gem)
[Super Magic Spellcasting]: The wearer can cast super magic techniques without occupying a high level spell slot, and the number of uses per day is equal to the wearer's level (8/8). Available super magic techniques: 1/9 (Emerald Jade - spell fixing hair)
[Jadeite Jade]: The wearer is immune to toxins, paralysis, and sleep. Allows the wearer to use [Spell Fixing Hair].
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It feels like the soldier in heavy armor is wielding a two-handed staff, not a war hammer!
Pinehurst suddenly realized. If he remembered correctly, there are nine types of super magic casting spells, namely [Spell Power] [Spell Extreme Effect] [Spell Ascending] [Spell Increasing Distance] [Spell Delay] [Spell Instant] [Spell Silent] [Spell Broadening], and [Spell Fixing] brought by the Emerald Jade.
And this crown is inlaid with nine golden Daemons, nine golden shields, nine gemstone recesses! If one gets together nine gems ------ then the attributes of this thing could be more exaggerated than even the artifacts! In total, it adds ten points of charisma and nine expertise, and after looking at that toxin immunity, each gem has a unique ability after providing an expertise. This is simply exaggerated to excess ------
Can the beings in this world really forge such a horrible thing? Cyrus the Great was wearing a sorcerous crown with nine jewels, and he would still be killed by others? And where did these stones come from? What is the dark green figure in the depths of the stone?
"I didn't expect that." Just as the pale centaur was rambling, Christina, who had finished her talks, flashed to the centaur warlock's side at some point, startling Pinehurst. "That magnificent gem which nobody knows the use of, is actually the decoration on this crown! I said why did you have to buy this thing. How about it? What are the attributes after it's set?"
"One more gemstone for a little more charm." Peinhers shrugged as if by a ghost, and decided not to reveal this sorcery crown first. The appallingly horrible properties. "If I can find all nine stones in my lifetime, this crown may really be a divine weapon level thing. How did you guys talk about it?"
"That goblin trading kingdom has a lot of people, but the fighting force is really bad enough, and most of them are slaves. We still need more allies!" Christian said in disgust. "Garivix named the location of two powerful clans stationed, cut, that treacherous merchant is quite well-informed, he went to a group of evil and depraved ogre wizard club. We, on the other hand, went to pull in another orc clan that can build siege equipment, and the leader seems to be named Beast Onado Wow Finch. Damn! Those greenskins are the most numerous and annoying within the steppe!"
"You should be thankful." Christian said grimly. "It's often the enemy who knows best, isn't it? We know those green-skinned monsters inside and out. It's not hard to persuade them to join the alliance. War, killing, plundering, orgies, that's what they're good at."
"Well, well, sister, use your exquisite singing voice and charisma to make those orcs behave." The rouge chieftain said wearily. "Peinhus, I give you a second task, go with my sister to the orcs. After all, you two are the best at bargaining in the whole clan."
"As ordered." The pale centaur followed behind the bard and slowly walked away into the distance. Magnus was lying on top of his broad shoulders, sleeping soundly.
Near the camp, there are still goblin slaves from Galivix all over the place. They don't eat as greasy as the goblin soldiers. Instead, they are thinner than the slaves of other clans.
Some slaves, numbly surveyed in front of the half-man, half-horse giant monster, some slaves, the moment they heard the sound of horse hooves, was scared to fall to the ground, shouting "mercy." It looked incomparably comical and ridiculous.
"Why do some of the gnome slaves who belong to this fat pig hold such a deep fear of us?" Pinehurst asked, puzzled. Just now or now, it's not like he messed with these gnomes.
"Because they are members of the Barbarian Claw Tribe." Christian let out a contemptuous laugh. "That fat pig has a hand in selling the Barbarian Claw Clan a bunch of inferior counterfeit products, including, but not limited to, wolves that don't bite, and disposable heavy crossbows. Wait for them to lose the war, and then annex the gnome clan whose strength is severely damaged. Really sinister and cunning, unscrupulous, but I like it."
"Oh." The pale centaur nodded gently. No wonder Savage Claw inexplicably grabbed a few golden beads and smashed them into his face at the last moment. It turned out that he was also a victim.
Chapter 43: Red with horns triple speed
My name is Beast Onado Wow Finch, 55 years old, evil day orc. Wandering and plundering on top of the Salmatia steppe. Is the greatest, greatest, greatest war chief the Evil Flame Clan has ever seen! Likes to cultivate Scrooge, and invent and create all kinds of strange weapons. When the red evil sun rises from the east, start the day's work. Until the golden evil moon, slowly set from the west. Sleepy, eat a snake-bite orc, cultivated the special spicy Scrooge refreshment.
The golden dragon from the Far East, what did it say? Why do you need to sleep long before you die, you will sleep long after death! Only, the clan's witch doctors, said I continue this way sooner or later to end.
"Humph!" Thinking of this, stood in the sluggish cold wind of the beast onnado, the body of the blood-colored fur coat, wrapped a little tighter. Hunching his thin, thin green body slowly walked forward. His rugged and appalling green face, was painted with a vivid red dye, a hideous and gruesome octagonal sun wheel. Fluffy and dirty gray beard, from the rough chin and temples, all the way down to the cold earth above. Dark and haggard eyes, flashing with a cruel and cunning ghastly light.
"Ho--"
Suddenly, a pigmented Scrooge, wriggling his four twisted tentacles covered with mucus, happily crawled to his feet, with his round red body like a meatball, intimately rubbing the beast on the calf of Nadeau.
Scrooges are to orcs as cattle and sheep are to herdsmen, the most valuable possession of the greenskins. These ball-shaped monsters with two small legs and mouths as big as their bodies are an extremely bizarre life form. They have a superb ability to adapt, and a great variety of species, some as small and delicate as lambs, and some as huge and fierce as lions and tigers. The snake-biting orcs that are good at breeding Scrooge have even bred a titanic beast whose size is comparable to that of a dragon.
Scrooge variants are almost endless, and the greenskins simply name their subspecies, according to their uses. The large size of the riding Scrooge, the rapid reproduction of the food Scrooge, the ferocious and violent fighting Scrooge, the eagle-eyed Scrooge to assist in targeting ------ However, no matter how they change, the body of all Scrooge, as if a fleshy orb.
And this kind of orb, long four tentacles, like an octopus general small thing, the scientific name is called paint Scrooge - he can be like an octopus, can spray out with the body color exactly the same waterproof paint, which has a color superstition for the orcs, is simply the greatest treasure! It is one of the important materials for the foreign trade of the orcs.
Even Augustus himself, the Royal Menagerie, has a nest of purple-tinged pigmented Scrooge, used to color their expensive robes.
"Pfft!"
The beast onnado stretched out two huge palms, tenderly cupped his little red pet, put its mouth, aimed at a rough and simple wooden barrel, the big dark green hand squeezed hard, the little thing instantly spewed out a sea of bright and eye-catching blood pigment, filling the barrel to the brim.
"Good boy, go play on the side." The evil flame chief casually took out a large piece of cold, dry and hard meat steak and fed it to the paint Scrooge, who had finished spitting paint and was somewhat depressed. In a series of tearing flesh and blood, creepy sound, and pulled out from his arms a rudimentary brush made of wooden sticks and seated wolf tail, dipped into the barrel of scarlet dye, slowly painted the ragged war machinery in front of him, into a shocking face of blood.
Red, the color of speed and passion.
"Chief!" Just as the beast Onado was engrossed in his art, suddenly, an orc, also painted with a white skull on his green skin, rushed to the evil flame chief's side in a fiery hurry.
"What's wrong? Panicking like this?" The beast Onando didn't even turn his head back and continued waving his wolf hair brush. "Let me guess? There is a clan that is dying of hunger and wants to rob our Scrooge? Just hammer them to death! Don't bother me with such trivial matters!"
"No, no, no," said the orc who had rushed to report the news, waving a large hand in panic. "There are two horses and men outside, and a little red thing that wants to see you!"
"Centaurs? Centaur!" The endless sparks of anger erupted from the almond-yellow evil eyes of Beast Onado. The most numerous and powerful monster clans on the Eurasian steppes belonged to the orcs and the centaurs. Over the past thousand years, the two in order to compete for fertile pastures, not less clashes. The blades of the two, are stained with each other's dripping blood.
"Go! I'd like to see what they want to do!"
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"Will the chief's method work?" The bard's dark, small palm clutched a piece of spellcasting material used to cast the invisibility spell. Restlessly shaking his long, slender, pitch-black hoof, in the midst of the snow, slowly plowed out a small pit.
"The big deal is to just run away." Peinhus was still calm. Wielding a sharp Roman short sword, he sliced a thin strip of flesh from a fat, tender cooked deer leg long enough to stuff into Magnus's tiny mouth and let the little devil sitting on his shoulder feast on it.
"Can't you just grab the deer leg and chew it yourself? Do I have to cut it into small strips?" The pale centaur's fingers were flying, and he didn't forget to complain about his magic pet a few times.
"Too big, too heavy, lifting my arms are sore." Magnus with two rows of sharp little teeth like jagged teeth, tearing, chewing the fatty venison, contentedly said. "Don't be shy, it's just a little shredded meat, but I helped you capture a Drow girl alive! Believe me, their "skills" are even comparable to those of a lust demon!"
"Tch." The thought of reaching Henneville's demonic purple eyes that contained tears made Peinhus feel distracted. Not knowing what to do. Her actions threatened the safety of the entire clan. But, on the other hand, she was her own teacher ------
Just when the pale centaur was annoyed and restless. Beast Onado Wow Finch finally appeared in front of the three, surrounded by a group of Scrooge cavalry, riding a bipedal flying dragon that was completely dyed red. He was carrying a black battle flag made from bear skin. Above with red dye, scribbled a round of burning, but also show a face of evil smile blazing sun.
Pinehurst was first shocked by the huge, brightly colored, and winged, poisonous-tailed lizard. Then, with odd eyes, he gazed at the odd mounts of the orcs on either side: two rows of extremely sharp bone knives grew across the sides of the body of that huge red ball. Running, enough in the unarmored cannon fodder group, cut two red horrible blood arc.
And its back, two front and one back, a total of three huge bony projections grow. The orc cavalryman can use that back bone as a backrest, the two in front as a grip, and both feet, then step on the back of the bone blade on either side of the riding Scrooge's body. A solid comparison.
"What do you half-human, half-horse things want with me!" The beast riding on the red flying dragon, Onado, playing with the composite shortbow in his hand, growled out impatiently. The bipedal flying dragon, whose body was painted in scarlet color, opened its bloody mouth dripping with fishy saliva and let out a gloomy low roar as if from the abyss at the three.
A super small Scrooge, also with their long tail, and two eagle-like hind legs, clinging to the body of the bow, this assisted targeting Scrooge, only a huge eye that occupies 80% of the body area. The black pupils in the shape of a crosshair, staring dead at the vulnerable throat of the pale centaur.
"Listen up! Most orcs only obey the strong! Your fancy words will have absolutely no effect on them. Peinhus, you must defeat those greenskins in their best field! Only then can you win the respect of the orcs and make those greenskins seek to find out whether our plan is reliable or not!"
Recalling Christina's words of admonition, Pinehurst took a long, deep breath and said aloud. "I heard that the chief of the Evil Flame Clan is the fastest Evil Sun Orc in the neighborhood! No one can surpass him?! What a joke! I, Pinehurst, am a hundred times faster than you, a green skin that can't even outrun a pig after losing its mount!!!"
After hearing the pale centaur's provocative tone, the entire Evil Flame Clan was in an uproar. This centaur, coming for a speed competition with the chief?
A side was taunted as "can't run a pig" beast onnado, but also was angry with the smoke. The bipedal dragon, which was 15 feet long, opened a pair of skinny forelimbs with huge wing membranes and two sturdy hind claws. He rushed to Peinhus' eyes in a fierce manner. The seven-foot-long tail of the poisonous scorpion, impatiently swaying back and forth, faintly glowing with a horrible green poisonous light. The human pet together, a total of five ferocious and tyrannical eyes, staring deadly at the same huge pale centaur in front of them.
"So, you want to compete with me for speed? The fastest in the neighborhood! The strongest evil sun orc, competition speed? The beast onnado arrogantly leveled his eyes at the pale centaur in front of him and let out a terrifying roar.
Damn! The bipedal flying dragon stood up, and its back was only four feet tall. Riding on its back himself, he could barely see level with this tall human horse. However, the black horse next to him ------ which can easily look down at the size of the horse is still quite lovely.
"That's right. I challenge like you! The fastest and strongest Evil Flame Chief!" Pinehurst, who was quite confident in his speed, put on an equally arrogant look. "The loser must unconditionally submit to the winner's one wish!"
"Well, well! If I win! I want you to skin that mare with your own hands! And then chop off your own head!" Scorned by others on his proudest domain, Beast Onado's originally calm and wise (orc standard) mind had long been overwhelmed by endless anger, completely. He did not hesitate to agree to the pale centaur's conditions.
Several orcs, immediately with the palms of their feet, in the snow to draw a crooked horizontal line. And in the offline about sixteen hundred feet, placed two huge monster skulls.
"Run on the count of three. The first person to run back after getting the skull wins! Any [means] is allowed in the middle of the road." Evil Flame Chief fist pumped. "Are you ready? Pale horse?"
"If I lose, you hurry up and walk away invisibly, I can run away." In full view of the crowd, Pinehurst used telepathy. Quietly said to Christian. Then, carrying Magnus, who was well-fed and ready for a big fight on his shoulder, stood beside the bipedal flying dragon.
"Three! TWO! Let's, WAAAGH!!!" Numerous green boys roared in unison, the tail trailing long, sturdy and majestic green body, also with that monstrous roar trembled slightly!
"ROAR!!!"
Along with the command to run, the bipedal flying dragon let out a blood curdling horrific roar, the end, the long scorpion tail painted in red, also has a poisonous stinger, like a blood-colored python, viciously stabbed at Pinehurst's pale body!
Fight! Killing! Cheat! By any means necessary! No rules, that's the rules of the Evil Sun Orcs!
Chapter 44: Grasping the enemy's opportunity
The scorpion's tail, which was glowing with cold light, grazed Pinehurst, who was about to run, and was taken by surprise by the bipedal flying dragon. In the cold air, splashed a sweet red blood arc.
"Hahahaha! You're finished! A half-human, half-horse monster! After being contaminated by the toxin of the bipedal flying dragon, you can't even run! How else can you win against me!" Beast Onado laughed loudly from the sky. The red flying dragon under his crotch, moving his huge bloated blood-colored body, has a terrifying speed that does not match his fat body size, rushing forward. The way shocked countless groups of biting white snow.
After about a few dozen feet of assisted running, the bipedal flying dragon's running speed reached its peak, his sturdy and robust hind legs slammed, and the whole dragon instantly scampered up into the cold high altitude. A pair of huge fleshy wings, 20 feet long, also quickly stretched out from the front limbs. It was like two huge bushels of fans, fanning up and down like crazy. The huge airflow, the soft snow under the shadow of its wings, blowing the sky.
With the help of a pair of huge wings coated with water-resistant red paint, the red dragon to three times the speed of running, clumsy flying in the dim sky above. The beast onnado feel the cold and bone-chilling whistling north wind, like a dagger as fiercely across his cheeks, can not help but laugh in comfort - wait, the whistling wind, seems to sound a series of muffled thunder like the sound of horrible horse hooves?
"Damn! I'm glad I bought this crown yesterday!" Pinehurst was like a silver storm, doing his best to run on top of the snow-capped mountains. The emerald jade on the golden crown emits a burst of soft cyan glow.
The green gem on the crown of sorcery granted him immunity to toxins. The bipedal flying dragon's underhanded move merely broke the pale centaur's skin!
"There aren't any rules are there?" Painehus gritted his teeth and pulled out the composite longbow on his back, running fast while aiming at the clumsy flying dragon in the sky and shooting a sharp flint arrow. However, the soft abdomen of the bipedal flying dragon also had a hard layer of fine scales just like the right claw of the dragon scale of the brute claw. Flint feather arrows simply can not pierce.
"It's useless! To shoot through the scales of an adult sub-dragon like this, you'd have to at least use a metal arrow, or wind up with magical power!" Magnus stared intently at the large lizard flying in the sky. "Unfortunately, the bipedal flying dragon has high cold resistance, and that trick of ice cold ray is useless. You low-level warlock, there is no way to defeat him remotely, now we can only rely on speed! After all, this is a race, not a tournament! But don't run ahead of it! That big lizard a dive, we both will probably die on the spot!"
"Understood." The pale centaur hung unhurriedly behind the beast onnado, pondering the countermeasure. After the opponent painted red, indeed fly more quickly. However, compared to his own terrifying speed, it is still that little bit worse. If you can't shoot through the scales, it's better to attack the eyes!
Thinking of this, Pinehurst pulled out a scaled-down version of the arrow target from his back pocket. Following the memory in his bloodline, he instinctively chanted an arcane incantation. Suddenly, his dark, deep left eye, burning an incomparably pure black flame. The red flying dragon in front of him, in his abyss-like dark pupils, quickly distorted, split a layer of faint shadow, so that the dark and cold sky above, while the existence of a front and a back, a virtual and a real, two body, all dyed by the orcs into scarlet blood giant lizard!
First-ring spell - Grasp the enemy's opportunity.
"I saw it! All the movements of that red flying dragon in the next twelve seconds!" Peinhus shook his head, trying to adjust to the slightly slashed reality of the world before him. He immediately pulled the composite longbow in his hand into a terrifying full moon. Let a slender flint feather arrow, like a meteor, cut through the cold vault of the sky, cleverly evading the fleshy wings flapping up and down of the bipedal flying dragon, and stabbed precisely above the creature's left eye!
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The bipedal flying dragon, whose left eye exploded into a scarlet blood mist, let out a series of painful wails, and each of the scales on its body, which had been dyed red, were twisted and trembled because of the pain. The twitching state of the huge wings, also stopped the regular flapping, so that their huge body that lost the airflow support, like a red meteor, fell to the snow-capped feet.
The bipedal flying dragon fell from a height, probably all the bones must fall apart. I am sure to win this game!
With no more worries, Pinehurst put away his composite longbow and ran forward at full speed, closer, closer, closer!
"ROAR!!!"
The expected incomparably heavy sound of falling to the ground did not ring out. Behind himself, instead, came another ferocious and tyrannical bloodthirsty dragon roar? A man and a pet strange turn head to see - only to see that the two-headed flying dragon actually stopped twitching, and on the way down, swooping out of an elegant and perfect blood-colored arc, re-flying on the high dome of the sky.
The most important thing is that the injury on its left eye, actually healed!
"Damn it! This orc chieftain, he actually knows advanced healing spells? Is he a druid or a cleric?" Peinhus was shocked. He had exposed himself to that sub-dragon's eyes!
However, the other party did not seem to want to attack him. The bipedal dragon in high-speed flight, it is difficult to quickly complete a 180-degree turn or brake. His huge size also has no chance to "grab the skull" and other precision work.
So, when the red flying dragon was a hundred feet from the skull, it began to turn around early. At the same time, the beast onnado also took out a tail end, tied with a strong rope barbed bone arrow. The hawk-eyed Scrooge on the compound shortbow, good-naturedly cocked the tip of his tiny tail and waved it gently to the lower left corner, signaling the Evil Flame Chief to press the aim down.
"Relax! I'm not going to kill you! I still want to see you personally skin your companion na!"
The beast Onando laughed loudly and loosened the taut bow string that was drawn to a full moon. The barbed feather arrow, with a long string, nailed precisely in the eye hole of the skull! The green-skinned chief pulled the string back, and the barbs on the tip of the arrow, stuck right inside the skull, accompanied by the rope of Wow-Finch, rapidly contracted towards the dragon's back.
The pale centaur was greenskin this pass cheating show of the scalp, so easy to lead the distance, instantly turned into a bubble of nothingness. He hurriedly sat on his knees on top of the snow, grabbed the skull in front of him, and then turned around and ran without a second thought! It's okay, he's only about a hundred feet behind! We can catch up!
"This centaur speed is not right! Does it mean that running faster when painted white?" Watching Peinhus getting closer and closer to himself, the incomparably happy face of the beast, Onando, also turned serious. He unbuckled the safety belt on the saddle, the whole person climbed on the dragon's back, carefully moved backwards, using the aiming Scrooge, gently adjusted the aim of the compound shortbow, to the pale centaur behind him, shooting a sharp bone arrow.
"There's no way out ------ Magnus! I have a plan!" In order to dodge the tricky feathered arrows of the orc chief, Pinehurst had to waste more time that could be used to run, and the distance gap between the two sides, as a result, became larger and larger.
"Block your vision first." The pale centaur once again pulled out the ultra-small arrow target. Along with a tedious and complicated incantation, a black flame, once again burning above his dark, deep left pupil. The white-haired orc chief, instantly cut out an illusory version of a demo twelve-second future, reflected in his own pupil burning with black flame. Well, he really will hide behind the dragon's back!
Just as the pale centaur had thought. The opponent learned his lesson from last time, quickly identified the prophecy magic he used, and then, shrunk his entire body, all the way to the top of the dragon's back, hiding in a place he couldn't see.
But, at this moment, the other side can't see what they are doing.
Pinehurst changed complex gestures, once again sang a complex and profound incantation. In the moment the orc shrunken head, completed the necromantic spell: five nebulous blue smoke, like a myriad of tiny terrifying young python, gently wrapped around Magnus's limbs, and the slender poison tail above.
The short-lived effect of the Kekkei machine first had worn off, and the opponent would immediately re-probe and check the situation below. Magnus, who was wrapped in negative energy, also understood that time was short and quickly turned into an ultra-small young mouse that weighed almost nothing. Clinging to a slender arrow shaft. Let the pale centaur bend his bow and arrow, and shoot himself, wrapped in negative energy, at the extremely fast two-headed flying dragon!
"BANG!!!"
The sharp arrow hit the abdomen of the Scarlet Dragon, but failed to penetrate the bloody scales, but he also sent the little devil to the dragon's side. The slender tail, also wrapped in blue smoke, along the wide gap in the scales, stinging into the flesh of the opponent!
"Ho--"
Feeling its life force is rapidly running out, blood and flesh is aging, scales are loosening and falling off the double walking flying dragon, immediately into a panic, let out a low roar of panic. For the second time in the air clumsily wiggled to see what had attacked him - this time, the beast Onado did not stay on top of the safety of the saddle! If he hadn't thrown away the composite shortbow and held on to the dragon's tail, I'm afraid he would have been dropped to pulp!
"Bye!"
Seeing the comical appearance of the beast Onondor, clutching the dragon's tail with nowhere to hide, Peinhus pulled the composite longbow in his hand, into a terrifying full moon, and predicted the orc chief's future in twelve seconds for the third time - why should he run back to the finish line panting? A dead man can never win!
"You win! Pale Centaur! I concede defeat! I concede defeat!!!" Looking at the terrifying black flames, and the flint arrows that glowed with cold light. The Evil Flame Chief who knew his opponent's power, his pupils instantly contracted to the size of a pinpoint! His face also turned incomparably white. Between honor and life, he did not hesitate to choose the latter.
Chapter 45: Four Clans Alliance
"So, you want my Evil Flame Clan, together with you, to jointly attack the shrimps' wooden fortress?" Beast Onado opened a hideous mouth covered with sharp fangs and bit down hard on top of the body of an edible Scourge. The four horrible fangs that protruded upward instantly pierced the round red body of the little thing. Splashed the chief a face of blood.
After being pierced through the body by slender fangs, the living edible Scrooge, let out a high-pitched shrill scream, two small legs with a sheep epileptic like constantly twitching and shaking.
"That's right. It will be good for your clan that the bone-chilling cold of the north will slowly swallow everyone up. The clan also has no way to migrate long distances in the middle of a snowfield that can drown your knees." As the victor who defeated the chief, Pinehurst gained the respect of all the orcs of the Evil Flame Clan. Together with Christian, they sat at the greenskin table and enjoyed breakfast.
Of course, the two centaurs didn't dare to eat - the fist-sized tub full of edible Scrooges, all alive! In the wooden tub stomping on two little legs, baring their teeth at diners countless times larger than them.
Damn, are all orcs savages? You should at least roast them before you eat them!
"But to the south there is a peninsula surrounded by sea on three sides! It is warm as spring, with abundant rain. A thousand miles of fertile fields and mountains of livestock! It is as beautiful as a dream! If we knock out the Ostrogoths' fortress, that wonderland will be ours!" Peinhus described the prosperity of the Crimea in a colorful way. "Moreover, I am the victor. You must obey me on one condition."
"Cut!" The beast onnado upper and lower jaws rubbed viciously, two rows of sharp pointed teeth, immediately from that red ball, tearing off a large piece of blood-drenched fat.
He munched on the juicy scrooge meat while speaking in a slurred voice. "I thought you guys were just starving and came to ask for a bite to eat. I didn't expect it to be something so significant. Tell me, is the shrimp fortress very strong? Even you monsters can't break it?"
"Humans are very strong." Peinhus changed his gestures, causing a miniature house, which sprang up from the table like a rainbow, to form a miniature Vestmiris fortress. "Their wooden walls are encased in a thick layer of mud and are therefore immune to fire. The walls are twenty-four feet high and nine feet wide. The only canal at the city gate only allows four horses to pass side by side. The other side only needed a hundred men to build an impenetrable and terrifying defense line on the inside of the gates."
"In terms of strength, it's about 2,000 barbarian soldiers, and a whole battalion of about six hundred regular Roman legionaries, oh, and a squad of eight mages, but there should be seven left now." The pale centaur silently crossed Hennevil off the battle table. "In total, the Bloodrage clan has over eight hundred tall, fit centaur soldiers. The Merchant Clan of Galivix has two thousand goblins, and untold numbers of cannon fodder slaves."
"Yes! I'll take this deal!!!" Beast Onado rolled his evil and cunning eyes and finally slapped the table hard, sending dozens of edible Scrooges, shaking them up high into the sky.
"My evil flame clan, most of them are evil sun orcs. With five hundred Scrooge light cavalry that come and go like the wind, two hundred orcs riding huge winter wolves only big guys, oh, to introduce, the average height of the orcs is around six feet. But the orcs who are constantly bathed in blood have the potential to get bigger and stronger! Once they are taller than eight feet, we will call them Big Only Man. Finally, there are twelve adult bipedal flying dragons, and the corresponding riders."
"Very strong, then, good cooperation." Peinhers took a long breath of relief in his heart. Friendly extended his right hand.
"WAAAGH--" The evil sun orc gripped Peinhus's large hand and from deep in his throat, a hideous, bloodthirsty, savage roar came out in a low growl.
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Next Day
Just as Pinehurst brought the Evil Flame clan back inside the clan, Garivicus also brought in what he called an "ogre". This humanoid monster was six feet tall. Covered with dark green scales. A long, glowing green dorsal fin ran down his spine, from his forehead to the end of his long, twisted snake tail. A layer of sticky webbing grew between the sharp, pointed claws. And above the hideous head that belonged to a reptile, a pair of cold, unfeeling, evil vertical pupils were cautiously surveying the centaurs and orcs in front of him.
"You call this lizardman an ogre? Does it mean that the common language vocabulary you learned, with the normal common language, has some kind of its subtle error?" Looking at the dark green lizard walking upright with both feet in front of her, Christina looked in the direction of Garivicus with suspicion.
"Ah! Don't mention it, that went a little wrong." Gary Vickers slapped his head with remorse. The fatty flesh all over his body that shook him was trembling slightly.
"The ogres once established a prosperous and barbaric kingdom in Dacia, on the northern bank of the Danube. It even threatened the Roman territory at one time.
But not for long, in the Dacian War initiated by the legendary emperor Turazen, their cities, villages, by the thirtieth Ulpius legion destroyed clean, ogres, the remaining people, but also by Augustus reduced to slaves and gladiators, cuffed with heavy shackles, transported back to the empire, for the decadent upper class, after dinner, a little extra full of blood smell The fun. Only a very few lucky ones were spared."
"So, you want to tell that group of ogres that the 30th Legion Ulpius appeared at Fortress Vesimiris?" Christina said incredulously. "Let me guess, those lanky, fat, hideous giants with little brains, without saying a word, rushed straight to the south, and now, I'm afraid, have already fought with the Romans?"
"Yes, yes, yes. They were all red-eyed and shouted "Blood for blood!" I couldn't even stop them!" The bear gnome chief of the merchant clan sighed deeply. "However, I got the lizardmen. They once ruled the coastline of Crimea, but were expelled from their homeland by the Ostrogoths and have a blood feud with our enemies. An enemy's enemy is a friend! So, he is willing to join our allied forces."
"Humans have destroyed our homes and my noble people have been reduced to refugees. But mankind cannot destroy our will! For the mighty God of Nature inspires the spirit of each and every one of us! Let us be united in our despair!" Covered with dark green scales of lizardmen, issued a sharp raspy hissing voice? Golden vertical pupils, filled with hatred of anger.
"We Lizardmen are a fishing and hunting people. We are good at building ships that can cross the Black Sea and land on the flanks of the fortress to cover you in battle! This other layer of scales that I am proud of has a defense equal to that of human-made scale armor."
The lizard man patted his dark green scales proudly with his own long webbed sharp claws. "However, humans who wear scale armor and swim will sink directly to the unfathomable bottom of the sea. Lizardmen, however, are natural swimmers! We have a thousand athletic soldiers clad in leather armor, carrying small shields and throwing spears!"
"Welcome aboard, mighty Lizardman Chief." Christina waved her head and gestured left and right to bring out her battle flag. It was a brown bearskin tied to a spear, with a bloody skull scrawled on it. A symbol of the wretched death that would come from touching the wrath of blood.
The three chiefs understood the situation. The merchant clan of Garivix, carried out a black wolf skin. On it was painted a golden triangle, symbolizing a tall mountain range made of endless gold, piled up.
Beast Onado's evil flame clan, on the other hand, is a crimson Scrooge leather, the evil sun orc himself with the most and most bright and blindingly bright red paint, the leather is messily painted with the shape of flames.
And the lizardman chief: Heist. He led a clan of rotting scales, and he fought a beautiful banner on the leather, painted with the totem of a giant dragon.
In the presence of four clan banners, two fat gnomes, carried out an altar of Egyptian produced beer. The four chiefs, with their pocket knives, cut their left pinkies and dripped blood into the altar of wine.
The extremely discerning merchant goblins immediately poured the wine evenly into the four cranial wine bottles. The four monster chiefs raised their cups and clinked them together, and drank the blood wine in the cups in one go!
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Blood Fury Camp
At the time when the monster chiefs had sworn an alliance and a host of monsters were coming together, the defense was extremely empty, an inconspicuous brown man-horse quietly approached the corral where Henneville was being held.
The appearance of the Draconian elves, miserable and emaciated to the extreme. In order to save time. Centaur pulled out the rough saddle seized from the goblins, a casual transformation, then placed on the back of a pack horse, and then spread the legs of the female warlock, throwing her on.
The six leather straps used to prevent the rider from falling were tied to the Drow Elf's long, round legs, which became the shackles that imprisoned her movement. Dark and smooth hands were tied behind the back of the flexible bowstring, red and attractive lips, but also by the animal skin wrapped in death.
Henneville's long, graceful neck, like a swan's, was covered with a steel cast collar. Two iron chains, respectively connected to the front and back of the saddle. She was unable to sleep on the back of the horse.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The unimpressive centaur shook his head regretfully. Slowly ungagged her. "It's pitiful that the heir of Claira Petra should end up in this state."
"You, you don't want to know any news about the empire from my mouth!" Henneville, who was tired to the core, subconsciously said. Wait, what did the other party just say? Clara Petra?
"Who are you?" The Draconic Elf narrowed her pair of demon purple beautiful eyes slightly. Why did this centaur know where he came from?
The brown centaur, covered with a milky white greasy glow, robust muscles constantly twisted and deformed, the human head, instantly split into nine pieces, slowly turning into a hydra lizard that nine long hard scales of terror head!
Looking at the apparition in front of her, Henneville was dumbfounded by the shock. Before she could react, the nine huge snake skulls, and instantly disappeared. Transformed into a pale and distorted skin bald head, reverently muttering.
"For the emperor."
"Shapeshifter ------ Alpharius!" Henneville's eyes widened. "Why are you here?"
"Hush--" Alphareth, the shape-shifting monster, reverted to his centaur form. "The monsters will be back soon! I'll go back to the fortress now and tell the general that you're alive, so he can organize a rescue. But before that, you must tell me everything you know, quickly!"