Chapter 46: The Battle of Vichy Milis (I)
The gloomy and dark horror clouds, completely blocked the stars shining bright night sky. The entire snowy plains, are shrouded in a cold bone chilling white terror. General Kuntuchus looked at the monster camp in the north, handsome and calm face, became more and more gloomy and horrible.
Two days ago, about eight thousand terrifying monsters, then dead perched on top of the location of less than one kilometer from the fortress. They cut down the nearby trees like crazy, and the noisy sound of logging went on and on. The monsters used only two days to raze a dense coniferous forest to the ground.
If it was just cutting trees, it would be fine. But there were orcs among those monsters! God knows where to learn siege technology green skinned orcs! Just give a bunch of garbage, those monsters can also give you play!
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"It worked! The eighth bombing city!" Beast Onado wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the whole eight shaky trash mountains in front of him and laughed up at the sky. "Boys! It's just about night time! Let'sWaaagh!!!"
"Waaagh!!!"
Countless orcs riding on Scrooge, wearing warm furs, happily turned the noose of the bombardment trash, flattening a huge vertical log. Once on the battlefield, even in charge of manipulating the bombardment trash, the evil day orcs also stubbornly rode on top of Scrooge's backbone.
Another group of Scrooge cavalry, on the other hand, smashed a huge container made of clay by gnomes and took out the seawater they had frozen for two whole days ------ No, they were now huge and hard ice blocks.
The cavalryman strained to lift the icy shells in front of him and placed them on the carrier. The horrible throwing force made eight huge pieces of ice, one meter in diameter, cut eight cold and elegant silver arcs in the sky and smashed hard on top of the walls of the fortress of Vichy Myris!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The moment the ice cannonball touched the wooden wall, it was broken apart by the reaction force, and the shock wave carried countless sharp, narrow ice chips flying around, viciously stuck in the flesh and blood of everyone nearby! The Roman heavy crossbow soldier, clad in lockets, covered his bloody legs and fell to the ground in pain. Although their bodies were unharmed. But their legs, but countless broken ice chips through, cut.
They are still good, a side without any armor protection Donggoth archer, has been ice debris fragments, stabbed into a face mutilated hedgehog. Red blood, seeping out of the transparent ice spikes, flowing everywhere.
It's a fucking grape bomb!
"Hear those pink shrimps screaming? Again! Again!!!" Beast Onado put his big hands on the back of his ears and listened to the screams of the humans in ecstasy. The orc boys, too, brought in more giant solid ice and placed it on the loaders of the torque throwers, blasting out a second wave of terrifying icy projectiles!
An unlucky half-elf, smashed by a huge piece of solid ice, the whole person instantly disappeared on top of the city wall. Waiting for the Donggoths below the city, after moving away that huge piece of cold ice, found that this heavy armored crossbow soldier, had been smashed into a puddle of unnameable mush.
However, these Boomtown junk also follows the tradition of the usual unreliable craftsmanship of the Greenskins. Only two rounds have been cast. There are already three siege equipment creaking all over, a wobbly look.
"Warlock! What are you waiting for? Return fire with spells!" General Quintuchus hid behind the battlements and angrily gave the order.
"No way, General!" The male droid estimated the distance and shook his head fiercely. "Among them, they should be mixed with the remnants of the last batch of greenskins, those raggedy mountains of garbage, all laid beyond the limit distance of my spell!"
"BOOM!!!"
While several people were talking, the orcs blasted out a third round of cold ice shells. The back against the battlements of Kuntuchus, hastily with the huge tower shield, blocked in front of his body, that splash around the ice slag, like a dense feather arrows, continuous strikes on top of the wrapped iron tower shield, shocked the Roman general left arm tingling.
By the time Quintuchus moved his shield, he found the Drow warlock had collapsed to the ground, his head smashed into a sheet of thin paper, soaking on top of his own flowing yellow brains - he used his spell to defend against the ice slag flying around, but didn't realize that a giant turtle shell was flying behind him!
Heh, greenskin craft, the carrier attached to the end of the stake was not nailed firmly, followed by the ice bomb piece was blasted over.
"Cavalry! Destroy those stone throwers! The Empire will be proud of your feat today!" In desperation, Kuntuchus had no choice but to bring out two heavy cavalry centurions. The front half of the steppe steeds under their hips were clad in a thin layer of leather armor, with additional iron defenses added to key areas such as the head, neck and chest of the horse.
The horsemen on horseback, on the other hand, dressed in riveted lockets and blood-colored cloaks and armed with a 3-meter-long Cantos riding rifle, were trained to form a conical formation, ready to cut through the enemy's line from the front and destroy those damned mountains of garbage.
Unlike the infantry, the cavalry's banner-bearer held a long dragon banner - a sharp spear with a hideous golden dragon's head fixed at the top. At the back, a string of blood-colored tassels up to one meter long was attached. When the flag-bearer rode his horse at full speed, those red tassels would float high in the wind, making the whole dragon flag look unusually hideous.
"Woo-"
Seeing the Romans sent out among the heavy cavalry troops, the monster side also sounded a series of high-pitched and impassioned trumpet sounds, Curonia and Luga, with more than two hundred and sixty centaurs, like a storm of terror, head-on to meet the Roman cavalry, they pulled open the hands of the recurve longbow, shooting rounds and rounds of terrifying arrow rain that blinds the sky!
The heavy cavalrymen lowered their bodies and crouched on top of their horses. They let the rough stone arrows hit their own bodies and their horses, protected by steel armor. The half-elves slightly adjust the tip of the riding spear, gradually horse speed to the highest, ready in the moment of contact between the two sides, with the riding spear piercing these half-man half-horse monster.
It's getting closer. One hundred feet! Eighty feet! Sixty feet!
"Woo!!!"
With a loud trumpet sound, the frontal charge to the heavy cavalry, showing a strange smile, they split into two teams, with a cavalry impossible to do flexible turn, quickly spread out to the left and right, and then avoid the sharp edge of the cavalry gun at the same time, by the way, encircled the two flanks of the Roman cavalry. The half-elves were caught off guard by this, and the horses that were running at full speed didn't stop or turn that easily!
And as soon as they were born, they reached the highest level of cavalry: the monsters of man and horse in one, while pinned on both flanks, turned their flexible waist, like a ninety-degree twist sideways, and shot a sharp flint feather arrow viciously into the unarmored hindquarters of the steppe war horses, leaving them in a hiss of pain, splashing a hideous and horrible wave of blood!
Chapter 47: The Battle of Vichy Milis (II)
"AHHHH!!!"
Durneva, who rushed at the front of the conical formation, let out a painful scream. A sharp feathered arrow, coming from the left side of the half-elf. It tore and penetrated the end of his exposed pointed ear.
The flint arrows, covered with blood and flesh, hit him hard on the iron helmet decorated with red tassels, symbolizing the leader of the cavalry, shaking the whole head of the half-elf with a buzzing sound.
The men and horses who managed to get around the two flanks of the legionary cavalry let out bloodthirsty maniacal laughter as the marauders pulled away while firing hundreds of sharp flint feather arrows viciously at the two flanks of the Roman cavalry. They bathed them in a dense rain of arrows.
Surprisingly, without orders, none of the cavalry accepted the provocation of the centaurs to turn their heads and attack to the sides. With their own steel armor, they braced themselves against the not so fatal arrow wounds and continued to charge in the direction of the green skinned bombardment trash!
"These cavalrymen aren't taking the bait." Garivix muttered twice and waved his fat palm helplessly. Sent out his own slave troops: two thousand gnomes clad in thin animal skins, holding a short spear, shivering in the cold wind.
In order to prevent these slaves from escaping, the merchant clan made many rough hemp ropes, each string of which was tied around the fragile necks of ten slaves as thin as matchsticks, so that they stepped onto the battlefield with desperate faces under the supervision of the wolf cavalry, and raised their rough short spears in their hands trembling at the Roman cavalry whistling in the distance!
Anyway, the food is about to run out, can not afford to feed these guys, then, before parting, to squeeze their last bit of value!
"What about the fat javelin throwers? Where's the Great Goblin Guard?" Seeing the densely packed slave gunmen, Curonia broke into a cursing fit. "In the moment of life and death, he still wants to be stingy? In case those cavalry destroy the stone throwers, everyone will freeze to death in the north!"
"Didn't we also want to preserve our strength, so we chose to meander on both sides instead of charging head-on." Lu Jia helplessly withdrew the composite longbow in his hand and pulled out the spear hanging on the side of his horse. Like a brown gale, he killed the rear of the Roman cavalry. Long-range can not hold them back, so let's fight head-on! If we continue to play with our hearts, we will all be finished!
"Cut!" The head of the marauders whistled viciously. A Roman cavalryman, only felt the wind behind him. Something seemed to be scratching at the back of his neck. The half-elf turned his head backwards uneasily - only to see a huge black eagle with an eight-foot wingspan scratching the back of his neck, which was protected by lockjaw armor, and the moment the cavalryman turned his head, he waved his long, sharp eagle talons, like a golden lightning bolt, instantly blinding the half-elf!
"2nd Squadron, 5th to 10th Squad! Turn around and cover everyone!" Looking at the half-man and half-horse coming after him, Durneva roared out wildly. At the leader's command, the fifty or so heavily armored cavalrymen at the end of the conical formation immediately slowed down their horses and circled to the left, before turning their heads a hundred and eighty degrees and facing the centaur warriors behind them, launching a well-trained mounted gun charge! Two teams of shock cavalry, like two high-speed trains, ruthlessly collided!
"Pfft!!!"
An inch long, an inch strong. The half-elf hand of the Cantos riding spear, like a glowing steel snake, sharp spear point, fiercely tearing the wooden shield of the skin, easily pierced the hard iron ring of the locking armor, accompanied by two fleeting demonic blood, instantly penetrated the thick waist of Luga!
However, the centaur's waist, which is full of strong muscles and flexible to the extreme, has no internal organs. Like the thighs and arms, there are no internal organs inside, just a flesh and blood part made for intense exercise. Intense pain, only to make Luga more angry, bloodthirsty!
"ROAR!!!"
The mighty Centaur warrior let out a deafening bloodthirsty roar. Keep charging forward! Letting the wooden shaft of the spear slide and squirm inside his own flesh and blood, his right hand stabbed the half-elf in the nose! The tremendous force directly shattered the cheekbone of the opponent. The sharp tip of the spear also tore and destroyed the entire inside of the enemy's skull. It brought out a sticky water splash mixed with countless broken bones, red and yellow.
The same script happened to every Blood Fury centaur around, with the Legion cavalry. Only a very few of the clansmen were directly pierced through the skull by the Cantos riding spears. As long as the Roman mounted spear charge, can not kill the large monsters in front of the extremely vigorous life force, then, their fragile body, will withstand the centaur that several times the horrible monstrous force of ordinary people!
"No retreat! No retreat! If you win this battle, the Trade Lord will promote you all to free people!" The greasy goblin wolf cavalrymen waved their leather whips and whipped those goblin slaves who were scared to death by the Roman cavalry, trying to squeeze the last ounce of courage out of their hearts.
"Charge! Charge! Charge!!! Destroy those eight stone throwing machines at all costs!" Looking at the bombardment trash blasting out another round of huge cold cannon shells. Du Neva's eyes were red, and he hissed out a wild roar. "Do you want to kneel at the feet of Augustus through the ages and say that a war was lost because of your hesitation and cowardice? Or do you want to stand upright before the legends and proudly say that you have shed your last drop of blood for the empire? For the glory of the Thirtieth Legion! Charge!!!"
"For the glory of the Thirtieth Legion!!!"
One hundred and fifty heavily armored cavalrymen tightly clamped their horses under their hips. The two hands will Cantos riding spear slightly down, like a string of sugar gourd, instantly pierced and penetrated the ugly heads of two gnomes. Let their hands quite threatening short spear, helplessly fell to the ground.
In order to prevent the gnome slaves from escaping, the necks of every ten slaves, were a thick hemp rope, firmly tied together.
It did work well, but when the cold and merciless riding spear, poking through a gnome slave, carrying him onward at full speed, the taut twine, would immediately strangle the other nine gnomes' necks! Let those poor little things feel the pain of suffocation, have thrown away the hands of the short spear, waving two bony green arms, desperately scratching that tighter and tighter thick hemp rope!
"Long live the Ulpius Legion!!!"
Every new recruit of the legion had to learn and recite the past glorious battle achievements of the legion in order to enhance their sense of belonging and honor. One hundred and fifty heavily armored cavalrymen who shouted and fought furiously, entered the sea of goblins like no one's business! A storm of blood and fury! By the time the men had killed all the cavalry that had broken the back, the panting Duneva had torn the merchant clan's slave formation in half alive. The Roman cavalrymen pulled out the torches and fuel in their arms and threw them at the crude siege machines in front of them!
One unit!
"Waaagh!!!" The five Scrooge cavalrymen, who were responsible for manipulating the machinery, let out a deafening roar as the huge red orb, striding on two sturdy and robust thighs, rushed aggressively towards the Roman cavalrymen in front of them. The green-skinned kid on his back, also wielded the creepy blood-colored sharp axe in his hand.
Durneva unafraid to raise his sword to meet the attack, barely held the powerful attack. With a shake of the wrist, the cold glow of the blade, like a poisonous snake, deftly cut through the orc's wrist, cutting his tendons. And while the green-skinned monster hissed in pain, a sword pierced his heart!
Rolling blood, almost the entire leader of the cavalry dyed into a crazy scarlet face!
"All members of the 2nd Squadron! Stop those orcs! First Squadron! Hurry! Destroy these rickety mountains of garbage before they can react!"
"For the glory of the Thirtieth Legion!!!"
The half-elves once again divided into two teams, Garry Vickers in remorse, hastily transferred their own wearing studded leather armor, armed with wooden shields javelin gnome elite, and cloaked in heavy scale armor earth elves war regiment. However, these heavily armored warriors are too slow to form up, the front half of the heavily armored grassland warhorses, rushed east and west! Watch them go away in the dust!
Two units! Three! Four!
"My baby!" Looking at the sky-rushing fire behind him, the beast onnado let out a shocked roar, the vast majority of the orcs battle force, all assembled on the left side, waiting for the four clans assembled together in the caster, ready to launch an unstoppable surprise attack with the cooperation of the four clans assembled together in the caster.
The cavalry kept dividing their forces, delaying and fending off the goblins and orcs. With a fresh life, to win precious time for their companions. Unknowingly, Durneva's side was empty. Only he himself, and the last Boomtown Junk in front of him!
"ROAR!!!"
Just as the leader of the cavalry, who was wounded, pulled out the last jar of kerosene, the hideous bloodthirsty roar of the beast suddenly appeared behind him! The beast Onando riding a bipedal flying dragon painted red, angrily killed back from the left flank! With the aim of Scrooge's cooperation, an arrow burst the kerosene in the hands of the half-elf!
Durneva despairingly looked at the behemoth in the sky, the brothers behind them one by one by the endless tide of green skin, does it mean that they have to let their efforts, their sacrifices go down the drain?
"You filthy, nasty beast! Beast!" The half-elf panted and jumped off his horse, leaning his back against the trash of Boomtown, and cursed in the common tongue at the war chief who was flying over the dusky vault of the sky. "I admit, you won this time! But sooner or later, my fellow soldiers will kill all your ugly and stupid men! Destroy your proud clan! Lay your ugly head on my grave!!!"
"Then I will first take your head and impale it on top of my spear!" Beast Onado let out a terrifying roar. The bipedal flying dragon, whose body was dyed in blood, closed and unfolded, folding a pair of huge bat wings that were twenty feet wide, turning into a huge blood-colored meteor, swooping down viciously in the direction of Duneva!
A long, sharp, iron hook-like forelimb protruded, and with the tremendous kinetic energy of the flying dragon's dive, it easily destroyed the Dwarf's carefully forged riveted lockets and penetrated the Half-Elf's chest! With the scraps of wood flying in the sky, it plowed a huge furrow of 30 feet long on the ground!
Wait, wood scraps?
The beast onnado's eyes widened in horror, this elf had just deliberately taunted himself! He had turned his back on the Boomtown Trash and deliberately lured the bipedal flying dragon into diving towards him! Borrowing the power of the flying beast, he destroyed the last Boomtown Trash at the cost of his own life!
"Long live the legions of U ------ Urpius!" Duneva coughed up a puddle of crimson blood interspersed with fragments of internal organs, looked scornfully at the orcs in front of him, and weakly uttered his last voice in the world.
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"One! Two! Three!"
"One! Two! Three!"
The lizard people shouted slogans and took advantage of the rising tide of the sea at night. A wooden paddle boat stranded on the shore, pulled back above the choppy black sea. Each wooden boat was equipped with ten lizardmen paddlers and a half-man, half-horse, bloodthirsty and fearless clad in lockets. Pinehurst and Christina were among them.
Centaurs are really not good at siege combat because of their body structure. So, at the suggestion of Peinhus, the elite of the Blood Fury clan, have taken the lizardmen's boats, using frog jumping tactics, ready to directly invade the rear of the humans - the fortress of Visimiris, with only one wall.
People riding horses, but also standing on the left and right swaying ship board, under the double sway, can fight only strange. But people and horses are not cavalry! Compared with ordinary horses, but also has an extremely strong balance. Although the narrow ship, limiting their movement. But a little bit of rough sea, for the balance is very strong for the centaur no big problem.
If you exclude the disadvantages of the body is large, they are even the first time to ride the ship of normal people.
The only drawback, perhaps, is that they are too heavy. 2000 pounds to start with ------ lizardmen that thin plank boat, can only carry an extra horse and man.
"One! Two! Three!"
Accompanied by Chief Hist's slogan, the lizardmen retired the whole fifty small wooden boats into the Black Sea, carrying fifty men and horses, and five hundred lizardmen, killing the rear of the fortress in a mighty manner! The other five hundred lizardmen, also carrying spears made of some kind of conical shells, dug into the cold, biting seawater, flapping their webbed limbs and swinging their dorsal fins that stretched from the top of their heads to the tip of their tails, and followed the rear of the fleet.
Chapter 48: The Battle of Vichy Milis (III)
Pinehurst sat on his knees in the center of the wooden boat, his large pale hands, clutching the damp sides of the boat, trying to adapt to the bumpy sea. The bitter cold wind, lifting a wave after a wave of dim sea, the lizardmen poor little wooden boat, slapping creaking.
"Wow!"
About the twenty-third cold wave slapped head-on, countless fishy salty seawater, like a torrential downpour, splashed on the inside of the shaky boat. The lizard man bathed in the waves, squinting his eyes in satisfaction. Rapidly shaking every piece of firm scales on his body, a very enjoyable look, splashing water droplets everywhere.
However, the centaurs are not those amphibious reptiles covered with scales. Most of their bodies, are covered by thick hair, the same as human hair, extremely afraid of seawater!
Pinehurst's long and silky silver coat, was mixed with a lot of salt, gravel seawater a pour, instantly twisted, tangled together, mixed with a lot of rough sand and salt, clinging to the pale centaur quite sensitive skin above, sting the warlock uncomfortable body. Magnus also complained about the cold and wet environment.
"Please row faster! Get to shore! I swear, unless there is a water shelter, I will never go to sea again in my life!" Pinehurst scratched his tangled, wet silver hair and gritted his teeth. The rest of the fifty boats of fearlessness, the state is not much better. Itching all over their bodies made them even more angry and bloodthirsty than usual.
"Hold on a little longer! We won't reach the shore for a while!" The stout and tall Chief Hister, with his backhand, grabbed a short spear made of sharp shells. "Look to the left! The Donggoths' boat branch!"
"What?" Peinhus hastily raised the composite longbow in his hand - hell, the bowstring was wet with seawater. It became incredibly soft and slack.
The pale centaur sighed and quickly pulled out a spare bowstring from his backpack, but at that moment, the dimly lit sea lifted the twenty-fourth huge icy wave! Countless seawater falling from the sky, once again submerged itself!
No wonder these lizardmen are only equipped with javelins!
Pinehurst put away the wet and slack composite longbow and hurriedly looked to the left. Above the choppy sea, killed across about a dozen hard sailing ships, the center of the sails of animal skins, with blue, yellow and dichroic paint, on the blue background symbolizing the sea, painted with the golden crown of the Eastern Goths that signifies domination. Nearby, followed by more than fifty small, dilapidated fishing boats. It seems that their fishermen also joined the battle.
And behind those sixty or so small boats, there were three huge double-decker oared sailing ships with wooden hulls, carved with countless complex and exquisite patterns by skilled craftsmen and artists. The purple sails, also with expensive gold thread, were embroidered with the XP symbols of the Roman Empire.
The most terrifying thing was that the double-decker would be the prow of the sailing ship, there was a waterproof wooden house all over the body, tightly wrapped by oil skin. Only in the forefront opened a small hole, through the dark hole, Pinehurst vaguely saw a huge spear point with a cold light.
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, the three double-decked oared sailing ships, at the same time, let out a loud, earth-shattering sound! Three huge spears, arm-thick, tore through the cold and damp sky at the same time, whistling, hissing, flying and nailing the lizardmen's wooden boats under the horrified gaze of the crowd!
Huge impact, instantly in the fragile wooden board, tearing out a spider web like hideous huge cracks, the wooden ship issued a horrible sad cry of imminent disintegration, allowing itself to the cracks on the body bigger and bigger, and finally, unexpectedly broken into two halves.
The lizardmen were fine, but the bloodthirsty and fearless, clad in lockets, instantly fell to the bottom of the sea, choking the lungs, filled with salty seawater, and finally, under the desperate pull of dozens of lizardmen, only barely surfaced.
Oversized scorpion crossbow for the Navy!
"Dive! Dive down! Go around the Tungothian ships and attack the big Roman ships directly!" Hist hissed out in anger. The lizardmen were strong in water warfare, but in land combat, they could only be considered ordinary foot soldiers. In terms of quantity, they were far less than the Eastern Gothic barbarians, and in terms of quality, they were even more different from the Roman legions. If we don't transport this elite group of men and horses to the back of the wall, then this frog jumping tactic will be meaningless!
It didn't take long for the two sides, a total of more than 110 sailing boats, riding the waves of the Black Sea, closer and closer to each other, hundreds of sturdy white arms, and hundreds of webbed claws covered with scales, have grabbed a sharp short spear, javelin, ruthlessly thrown at their arch-enemies! The opponent's prow, shields, and even body pierced with a thousand holes and blood.
Pinehurst grabbed a lizardman's hooded wooden shield, defending against the horrific javelins that were like flying locusts, emitting an ear-splitting whistle in the air. With his trembling right hand, he slowly pulled out an iron spear made by the Eastern Goths from the lizardman's corpse. He grasped the center of the wooden handle of the iron spear diagonally. Bending his arm to raise the spear above his right shoulder. The moment the iron spear came out of his hand, his wrist and fingers twisted violently, and the other long wooden handle that came out of his hand, along the longitudinal axis, rotated in a clockwise direction!
This rotation greatly maintains the stability of the javelin flying in the air. Another high-speed rotation, but also in the cold air, tearing out a beautiful curve, flying, rotating, whistling nailed on top of the wooden shield of the Donggoths, high-speed rotation of both sides of the spear blade, instantly ripped the thin wooden shield, ruthlessly through the chest of the barbarians!
The terrifying force attached to the javelin, like a heavy mountain, blew the Tungot away directly, with a series of shocking crimson blood splashes, and fell on the sea a few feet away!
The pale centaur's breathing gradually smoothed out. The right hand that held the second short spear tightly, also no longer trembled. It turns out that the blood flowing from the human body is no different from that of beasts and monsters.
"HISS!!!"
From deep in their throats, more than five hundred lizardmen let out a raspy, shrill hiss. From the bottom of the sea, they rounded the Tungothian fleet. Curling their shell weapons around the tips of their tails, they got on their hands and knees and tried to climb the tall, magnificent double-decker oared sailing ships of the Roman Empire.
However, just as they were about to succeed, a large number of human soldiers suddenly emerged from the sides of the ship, wielding spears and lances and stabbing the crawling monsters below. In a flash, countless lizardmen who were blinded by steel blades or stabbed through their throats were like dumplings in a pot, falling back into the sea with a scarlet line of blood and screaming.
Pinehurst was bathed in a dense rain of javelins and struggled to survey the soldiers above. The two oarships, left and right, were allied forces of some half-elven sailors and Tungoth barbarians.
But the ship in the middle, but a large number of bright and eye-catching blood-colored cloak appeared! The golden eagle emblem, scarlet eagle flag, accompanied by a generous battle song that he could not understand at all, slowly rose to inspire the morale of everyone nearby!
A Roman legion of a hundred men!
"Don't fret! Hold on to the side of the ship! Prepare for the impact!" Suddenly, the lizardman next to him slapped the pale centaur's shoulder hard. Pinehurst fixed his eyes on the two sides of the line of sailing boats, the distance between them is less than twenty feet, but, instead of stopping, the movements of the sailors on both sides of the oars have become more and more rapid! Let the boat speed up to the peak, fierce collision!
"BOOM!!!"
With an earth-shattering boom, the wooden prow of the ship broke in sections under the violent impact, and the chaotic sea current, wrapped in the scraps of broken wood, washed away the wide shields of the Tungot, with the hard scales of the lizardmen. Painehurst suddenly remembered the amusement park jumper - the wooden boat beneath his feet, first thrown high into the air by the impact, and then, with his heart beating out of his throat, smashed heavily back into the sea.
Caught off guard, Magnus was even flung directly, spinning in the sky, barely regaining his balance, flapping a pair of huge, wet wings, full of expletives, flew back to the familiar shoulder.
"Today! We will regroup! Take back our own home! Long live the Rotten Scales!" After the turmoil stopped, Hist reared up from the shattered and broken wooden boat. With a call of arms, hundreds of lizardmen hissed to the sky! Countless pairs of golden vertical pupils flickered with a ghastly light. They let out a ghastly gloomy hiss, wielding weapons and shields made of coral and shells. Stepping on the broken planks under their feet, they killed the human sailors wielding round shields and iron axes!
"Long live the Rotten Scales!!!"
A cone of sharp shells, penetrating the fragile flesh and blood of human chests. A heavy steel axe, chopped the reptiles wet solid scales. Red blood, broken scales, mixed in the dim sea tide volleyed everywhere!
Heist let out a second roar, his long webbed legs fiercely stomped, the whole person like a sharp arrow out of the gun, hitting the enemy's wooden shield hard. The long tail full of scales, instantly rolled around the opponent's bare feet, a hand to pull him down to the ground. At the same time, the right claw of the chief of rotten scales, also grabbed a piece of conical shell spear backwards, fiercely pierced the fragile throat of the opponent!
"Dark green scales, glowing green dorsal fins! It's the chief of the lizardmen! Kill him and the king will reward you heavily!" The Ostrogoths quickly recognized their old adversary, and two sailors with two-handed great axes, led by six fishermen grasping harpoons. Fishermen with short spears quickly surrounded the prim and proper Chief Hister.
However, that huge lizard man, just sneered. He relied on his hard scales to resist the harpoon's stabbing blow, and with a flying lunge, he took the two Donggoth sailors with him and plunged into the cold, dark sea! Lizardmen's ability to hold their breath far exceeds that of humans!
Soon, the dimly lit sea was stained red by a large and shocking amount of blood, and the powerful and cunning Rotten Scale Chief, grasping two hideous-looking human heads, re-drilled the rough surface of the sea. The bloody fissures in the human neck were crooked and uneven. It was as if it was bitten off alive by some beast.
"With human blood, we sacrifice the blood of our innocent dead compatriots!"
The rotten scale chief opened his hideous and terrifying dragon's kiss, revealing a mouth full of flesh and tendons of sharp fangs, and roared loudly in a frenzy.
Chapter 49: The Battle of Vichy Milis (IV)
This knotty, simple wooden ship, fucking sinking!
Pinehurst scrambled to straighten up, four hooves on the sea-soaked board with a strong stomp, the whole man flew high into the air, cutting an elegant silver curve, and landed heavily on top of an East Gothic fishing boat.
This sudden heavy pressure, so that the side of the ship dropped below sea level, cold and wet seawater, quickly filled into the interior of the ship, instantly, it exceeded the carrying limit of the fishing boat. Let this poor fishing boat by a natural disaster, filled with a stomach of salty water, gradually sink into the dark black sea bottom!
Magnus saw the situation, directly wing, take off, invisible, disappeared on the battlefield, a set of operations, as if flowing like a million smooth.
"Hell!" The warlock, drowning his horse's hooves in seawater, takes off again, drops a boatload of ordinary fishermen dazzled by his own terror, and cuts a second silvery curve through the air, landing on top of a hardened sailing ship loaded with the Tungot navy!
"This is better than soaking in the sea!" Looking at a boat full of sturdy men wearing leather armor and holding wooden shields and iron axes, the pale centaur's face darkened and without hesitation threw out a rough candle made of animal fat, solidified. Loudly recite the arcane and complex incantation - that solid candle in the moment of landing, quickly melted into a puddle of sticky candle liquid, wriggling their own bodies, automatically on the ship's board to depict a simple summoning spell.
"Whew--"
A disgusting aura of purgatory, emanating from the spell formation, accompanied by the sound of a haunting crow cry, an unusually hideous body of the Purgatory Dodo, flapping a pair of bloody twisted black feathers, from the center of the spell formation, rushed up high into the sky!
"Magnus! Come back and help me fight!" Pinehurst roared out a language that the Tungots could not understand in Wooden. Then, from the tip of his index finger, he shot out a beam of terrifying cold air wrapped in dense ice flakes, freezing the deck covered with cold seawater under his feet into a large piece of cold ice as smooth as a mirror, slipping and falling three barbarian naval forces who rushed over on the spot!
"Where did that guy fly!" While the Purgatory Crow was harassing the enemy army, the pale centaur complained out loud while bending down his two long and healthy front hooves, pulling out the longsword at his waist and fiercely slashing at the bodies of the three people who had fallen to the ground. The terrifying force directly chopped the fragile flesh and blood of the Eastern Goths, along with the sharp white bones, into two pieces. The hot blood was like a fountain gurgling out, then, frozen into scarlet ice by the cold ice surface.
"Summoning spell, cold ray ------ He's a low-level wizard who's not good at melee combat! Get close to him and we'll win for sure!" East Gothic's admiral, dropping the wooden shield in his hand and covering his left eye that was scratched blind by the Purgatory Dodo, finally chopped off the head of the mutant beast with an axe. "Whoever can finish off that damned centaur, I will reward him with a cow!"
Under the heavy reward there will be brave men, these barbarians migrating south from Gotland Island, have taken off their warm coats, thrown them on the ice, and rushed forward with their bladders, but, to their surprise, this man and horse in front of them moved swiftly and frighteningly, and their strength was terrifying!
Pinehurst threw the Roman short sword in his hand and struck the nearest enemy in the heart with precision. The impact was so great that it sent the unlucky man flying backwards, knocking over three of his enemies behind him, with a series of crisp, melodious sounds of broken bones and wails of great pain.
"The impact of throwing a dagger can smash four people, and you call this guy a low-ranking wizard?"
"Bang!"
With the arrow on the string, the stunned barbarian continued his charge. The second man wielded a terrifying long-handled axe and killed himself with great vigor. The pale centaur raised his sword to meet it, and received the powerful slash of the other man with his single right hand. The left hand was also hidden in the back of the right hand, quickly depicting an arcane gesture. Then, the pale index finger, probing out of the opponent's blind spot of vision. Let a deadly cold air, wrapped in countless sharp and tiny ice chips, accurately penetrated the enemy's right eye, freezing the crimson blood, and sticky brains, into colored ice at the same time.
Next, there were two more people, one left and one right, killing at the same time! Pinehurst fought only by virtue of pure to terrifying bodily functions, and did not know any close combat fighting skills. He had no choice but to grab the corpse's wrist, pulling his gradually cold body to his body, as a shield, blocking the left brute's attack. With the long sword in his hand, he barely caught the slashing smash of the enemy on the right.
But more and more barbarians, wielding hand axes and wooden shields, surrounded him!
"What a wretched thing. Peinhus."
At this critical juncture, suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared in the sky, a pair of terrifying wings that covered the sky, enveloped the heads of the barbarians, they looked up in horror and saw a dragon, a lion, a sheep, three hideous and terrifying heads, and a terrifying blood-colored giant axe!
Christina smashed heavily into the crowd, overwhelming a large group of Tungots as if the thing under her hooves was just a pile of inconsequential weeds. Looking around at the horrified and panicked enemies, the rouge horse swung her axe round and cut a bloody arc in front of her graceful body. Instantly in the midst of the dense crowd, clearing out an empty clean area, sweeping away countless pieces of fragmented limb wreckage.
"Saved by you again." The pale centaur took a long breath, threw away the corpse shield in his hand, and spoke with a bitter smile.
"You're welcome." A gentle smile also bloomed on top of the firm, stunning face of the rouge blazing horse. "Hurry up and grab a few spacious sailing boats, I've had enough of lizardmen's canoes! I must take a good bath after the fight!"
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Above the turbulent sea, along with the impassioned Roman battle hymn, the brutal and bloody battles continued to be fought in every corner.
The lizardmen, relying on the hardness of their scales, have used flying lunges and rolled down the black sea holding one or two humans. Inside the cold and dim black sea, bite their throats. The manic and restless fearless, but also in some gray scales of friendly troops, surrounded by the horrible jumping ability of the centaurs, literally succeeded in jumping help, standing on top of the deck of the sailing ship, wielding a huge two-handed axe in the hands, wearing leather armor, or even no armor inside the navy, set off a rain of blood mixed with broken limbs!
The rough, bloody sea was gradually filled with the splinters of broken ships and the broken flesh and blood of the Eastern Goths.
"Swoosh!!!"
Just when the situation was great, the Roman Empire's oarship, surprisingly, aimed the spearhead of its scorpion crossbow at the already fallen Gothic sailing ship. A sharp, heavy spear tore through the lizardman's sturdy scales and pinned him alive to the deck.
The lizardmen who had tried to climb up the branch of the ship from the beginning of the battle made no progress at all under the dense spears of the half-elves!
"Chief Heist! Order your sailors to take the ship to the south of them!" At the moment of crisis, Peinhus, who was tussling with Magnus, suddenly spoke up - well, that greedy devil saw the situation reversed and flew back.
"South? Why ------ oh." The green lizard pondered for a moment and nodded with sudden realization. "Boys! Turn left rudder! Full speed ahead! These human ships, the construction, the principle is similar to ours!"
"Why are they heading south-" Christina asked curiously as well, but her question was accompanied by an abrupt end to the sight before her. Ten small sailing ships bathed in the fire of scorpion crossbows, slowly turning south of them, just in time to ride a wave of shock caused by high tide! Riding on top of that tall wave, looking levelly at the tall, magnificent double-decker Roman general sailing ships for the first time!
"BOOM!!!"
The waves lifted the sailing ship and crashed hard on top of the Roman Empire's well-made ship, shaking the soldiers on it to the ground. The ship's hull also made an unsettling tearing sound. Centurion Lucius spat out a mouthful of salty seawater, leaning on the tower shield short sword, from the gradually stable deck, slowly stood up - heck, at this moment, the deck has been full of ugly human-like scaled lizards, and half-human, half-horse giant monster!
"Hahahaha! Sparring with a bunch of monsters inside a closed space? That's not something only gladiators do! The audience that was once there is now locked up in a colosseum!" Looking at the endless monsters, surrounded by their own well-trained team of 100 people. Lucius looked up to the sky and laughed, not knowing whether he was sarcastic about the unpredictable fate. Or is relying on laughter, dispel the fear inside.
"Then, let's follow the etiquette of jousting! Bastards!" Having finished laughing, the centurion turned to face the direction of southwest Constantinople and raised the short sword and tower shield high in his hand. Nearly frenziedly, he roared loudly. "Honorable Augustus! The dead will salute you!!!"
Chapter 50: The Battle of Vichy Milis (V)
Lucius's Roman hundred, with a neat and tidy pace, instantly contracted into a circle in the center of the deck. Numerous as if the jungle of steel as fierce and dense sharp lances, from like a dragon's scales as hard, neat shield wall inside the stretch, forming a ring battle formation of both offense and defense.
When the centurion saw Magnus' huge black wings, by the way, he asked the inner soldiers to raise their tower shields high above their heads, forming an impregnable closed space.
"Come on! You filthy brainless beasts!" Lucius grabbed a heavy throwing spear and let out an extremely arrogant maniacal laugh. "Soldiers! The skins of those reptiles, after being peeled off again, can all be made into strong scale armor! As for the half-human, half-horse monsters? They are in demand at the race track in Constantinople! There are noble lords who want them! Don't die! You're about to be rich!"
"Long live the Ulpius Legion!!!" The centurion's arrogant and greedy words, to a certain extent, calmed the soldiers' nervousness and anxiety, and the desire for wealth made the hands of the half-elves with their shields and spears more and more determined! The four bards, once again in Latin, sang an impassioned imperial war cry! Inspiring them to fight!
"Hiss!" With the help of the hard scales on their bodies, the lizardmen took the lead in wielding the sharp shells in their hands and rushed towards the Roman legion, like a wave of grey and green mixed with corruption. A sharp spear point slid away from their wet scales, and the lizards opened their mouths in arrogant laughter - just then Lucius threw the heavy steel javelin in his hand, letting it pass through the "V" gap between the two tower shields, and precisely Through the lizardman's flesh-covered mouth!
Endless lizardmen, outside the Roman circular formation, formed a dense and impermeable ring. Desperately rushing and striking legions of dense overlapping, defensive power comparable to the steel shield wall of dragon scales, simply can not break through the enemy's defense. And the Roman heavy crossbow is also in the baptism of the waves under the power of greatly reduced, can only rely on large shields and spears, delaying the enemy attack.
For a time, spears and shells dance, battle songs and hissing together. Neither side can help anyone!
"Boom!"
Just then, a huge iron-plated tower shield, thrusting outward violently, smashed hard against the tip of a lizard soldier's nose, knocking him around and vaguely seeing behind the shield painted with XP symbols. Killed a different Roman soldier - ordinary Roman soldiers' helmets, without any feather decoration, but this man's iron helmet, but like a scarlet horse's mane, decorated with a bright and eye-catching blood-colored vertical crown, the whole body of heavy lockets external, but also diagonally clad with a layer of embroidered double-ringed cross of blood-colored short robe.
A war priest who serves as a decurion!
The heavily armored priest has long leaned his spear in the crook of his left arm, his right hand instantly pulled out the heavy hard-headed hammer on his waist, his muscles bursting up like a brute bull, the sagging locking armor propped up and bulging, clinging to his large, lanky muscles above. A beam of blue light, a symbol of arcane energy, also wrapped around the war priest's terrifying hammer!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
With the first hammer, the shell weapon that the lizardman barely used to block broke with a sound.
The second hammer, the tenth chief as if destroying, viciously smashed his arms of gray scales crossed above his head.
The third hammer, the dodgeable, unstoppable reptile, can only watch the blue glowing hard head hammer, closer and closer to their pupils! The hard scales and skull of the lizard man were directly dented by the hard head hammer! The whole man collapsed limply on the deck!
"HISS!!!"
Watching someone break out of the impenetrable shield wall, the large group of lizardmen was like a breaking tide, frantically surging towards the war priest. A huge monster, creeping on the damp and cold deck, bit his ankle without the protection of locking armor, dozens of sharp teeth, piercing the fragile flesh of the human. Crimson blood, instantly stained the brown wooden board.
"Come back! Just take your time with them! Don't leave the group without permission!" The drummer frantically beat his drum as he watched his comrades suffer, emitting an ear-splitting whine like hundreds of cats scratching a wooden board at the same time. The tenth commander, taking advantage of the nearby lizardmen to cover their ears in pain, limped back inside the shield wall and became part of the battle formation again.
At the same time, the priest ankle, also flashed a golden light overflowing with divine aura. Let his bloody broken ankle, re-heal as before.
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"Can you centaurs charge this layer of tin cans!" Looking at his side's attack could not achieve any success, Hister's eyes were red with anxiety, and he hurriedly turned his head to ask the centaur chief clad in Chimera leather armor, but only received an answer that disappointed him immensely.
"If I had hundreds of feet to use for charging and boosting, my heavy armor, fearless, might be able to break through their shield wall. However, this wide and bumpy Roman ship's support severely limits our strength."
"I have an idea." Suddenly, Peinhus stepped on the wooden board under his feet. "The Roman's tortoise formation is indeed unbreakable. If we were on land, we would have to attack hard and strong. But we are not on land! And their ships are still multi-layered!"
"From inside the bilge, attack the deck above!" Hist opened up, and the glowing green dorsal fin, like a flag, hunted in the cold air. Chief Rottenscale quickly picked out dozens of elite lizardmen and rushed down into the hold, killing a path through the unarmed crew amidst a sea of panicked screams!
"Thirty feet, forty feet, fifty feet! Almost there!" Heist grabbed the bizarre wooden sculpture wrapped around his left wrist, stepped on a barrel, and let his long webbed left claw, covered with scales, gently press against the upper deck. The moment the green scales and the deck touched each other, the hard, wet wood, like a boa constrictor awakened from hibernation, twisted wildly away! Scramble downward dent, collapse, let the deck appeared a huge hole.
The soaring imperial battle cry came to a screeching halt as dozens of Romans in lockets and red cloaks let out an unbelievable shriek and fell down into the interior of the ship! Their spines slammed hard on top of the hard wooden planks, causing them to black out in pain. And the elite lizardmen took this opportunity to stab the sharp shells into the enemy's unprotected cheeks! Let the red and yellow liquid, mixed with countless pieces of white bone fragments, for their own scales coated with a layer of hideous and horrible hell paint!
To top it all off, the eagle flag bearer, whose helmet was draped in wolf skin, also fell inside the cabin and was covered by a lizardman with his left claw, covering his mouth as he tried to chant an incantation, while his right claw, with a sharp claw tip erected, viciously slit his throat! Another lizardman, also curiously grabbed the eagle flag bearer, to death, did not let go of the scarlet flag.
How dare it defile our sacred eagle flag with its foul and blasphemous webbed claws?
The Roman soldiers who had only turned around to see what was going on. They were all in a state of shock and anger, each with a blemish, like dumplings, scrambling to jump down the huge pit in front of them, pulling out the short swords at their waists, chanting the sacred name of the empire and the legion, and the lizardmen launched a close fight!
That berserk and bloodthirsty appearance is simply more hideous than the Gothic barbarians!