Chapter 51: The Battle of Vichy Milis (VI)
"Now is the time! Charge! Don't go berserk, it's just an appetizer! There will be a fight after we land!"
Although she didn't know what was happening, Christina, keenly seizing the moment when the entire Roman legion turned backwards and jumped into the wooden hole, brought Pinehurst and forty heavy-armored dauntless, roaring and rushing forward! The sharp two-handed giant axe, cutting a terrifying arc in the air, emitting a harsh, terrifying breaking sound like a banshee's howl, smashed fiercely on the back of a half-elf!
The axe blade with a cold light, tore the other side of the bright and blood-colored cloak, although not cut the half-elf heavy lock armor, but the horrible force of the slash, or smashed his spine and internal organs!
Pinehurst chanting softly in the process of running, slender handsome horseshoes, also burned four full of negative energy blue cold flame, wielding a longsword, fiercely cut on a bread pylon shield, splashed a series of orange sparks, the horrible strange force, through the shield to the half-elf body, on the spot abolished his left hand!
The pale centaur raised his front half of his body high, after dodging the spear of his opponent, who had endured severe pain, and let the hoof, which was entangled with the smoke of death, landed heavily on the face of his opponent, with a weight of nearly a ton, and directly stomped him to the ground.
When Pinehurst pulled out his hoof from a pile of sticky liquid, the half-elf's young, exquisitely handsome face had turned dry and cracked like an orange peel, and the middle of the nasal bridge was broken, sinking deep into the inside of his skull.
After the absence of mutual support of comrades, Roman soldiers, but also slightly stronger mortals.
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"For the glory of the Thirtieth Ulpius Legion!!!"
Inside the cabin, blood-soaked Centurion Lucius, throwing away his left shield, stepped on a lizardman, the ugly head flattened by a blunt instrument, and raised high the blood-stained eagle banner he had snatched back! The bloody banner, with the sweet red cross crown on his helmet. Let the blood-soaked warriors beside him boost their morale!
The war priests, clad in heavy armor, simply cast all their precious spell bits as magical weapons. The spears and war hammers entwined with arcane energy left a shocking bloodstain on the hard scales of the lizardmen.
Heist roared furiously and fought back. The long scaly tail, curled around Lucius' ankle, trying to pull him down to the ground, but the centurion's right hand, suddenly emerged a beam of light emitting deadly heat, burning pillar of flame, with a thick black smoke, ruthlessly cut into the tail of the rotten scale chief, instantly cut it into two!
The searing heat instantly carbonized and coagulated the opponent's blood vessels, giving the wound a terrifyingly charred black color and causing the lizard chief to cry out in pain!
"Phew!"
Just as the centurion was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue the attack, a heavy Roman-made javelin, whistling, grazed his helmet, and with a series of bright orange sparks, nailed hard to the bilge of the double-decker general's sloop.
"Take advantage of the chaos and take out their army leader first! Otherwise, it'll be a problem if the gang regroups into shield formation later!" Pinehurst was carrying a bag of Roman throwing spears, and he immediately recognized the very famous blood-colored horizontal crown that adorned his helmet. Seeing that the sneak attack had failed, he quickly jumped down from the large pit on the deck and raised his hand to shoot out a beam of icy blue cold mist wrapped in dense ice flakes!
"Long live the Ulpius Legion!" The centurion who killed the head, deftly flashed the icy light, held the blood-stained eagle banner high in his left hand, and with his right hand, he pulled out that three-foot-long flaming sword with a magnificent sword flower, and killed the people in front of him without hesitation. But a bloody shadow, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes!
Out of the invisible state of Magnus, like a huge red bat, the whole person ambled above the centurion's face, hit the other side by surprise, sharp poison hook, viciously stabbed Lucius's left eye, a forceful yank, the whole of his eyeball ripped out of the eye socket!
"AHHHH!!!"
The centurion let out a scream, his left hand still clutching the bloody eagle banner, but his right hand scattered the flaming blade, covering his blood-stained dark eyes, just then, the pale centaur also threw a powerful heavy javelin, so that it cut a silvery curve in the air, viciously penetrating and tearing Lucius's right hand, sinking deep into the inside of his skull!
"Well done!" Hist cast a druidic divine spell, barely healing the wound on his tail, as more and more lizardmen gathered on this ship, fishtailing through the large hole in the deck and surrounding the remaining Roman soldiers!
These soldiers from Rome were completely different from the monsters and barbarians. Instead of losing their fighting spirit because of the death of their leader, they shouted wildly the name of the legion, and in front of the strong enemy, which was tens of times stronger than their own, they still shouted wildly and fought soundly, and finally dragged their bloodied and badly wounded bodies, turned around with difficulty to face the southwest and fell to the ground with a smile.
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"Boom!"
Finally, the huge double-decker oared sailing ship, under the clumsy control of the lizardmen, crashed heavily on top of the soft sandy beach. More than eight hundred lizardmen, with forty-nine powerful horses and men, finally crossed the unshakeable high walls of the Vesimiris fortress, defeated the giant sailing ships and heavily armored soldiers that the Roman Empire was so proud of, and set foot on the fertile, rich land of Crimea!
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Before going up, first, a conversation between Peinhers and the Western Roman princess: Honoria, several years later.
(Spoiler alert)
"The Romans see you as the god of punishment descending to the material plane, the most terrible divine punishment. The Persians feel that you are the devil's choice, the new king of kings. The monsters prostrate themselves at your feet and adoringly call you the Great Chief. And those Visigoths who fled to the territory of the Empire spoke with fear: Peinhus of the Blood Fury Clan, the second terrifying war marshal of Europa ever to win a hundred battles."
The dignified and elegant Western Roman princess: Honoria. Slowly step away from a pair of long, round, sexy legs, gently twist their own charmingly slim waist, elegantly walked to the half-man and half-horse.
The blood swells in the tantalizing ketone body, within the weak silk dress, as if hidden.
"But the surname of such great men is so plain. Painehurst? That's a really common name."
"The name is just a code name. Honorable Roman Princess." The pale centaur was lying on top of a huge white dragon leather and spoke indifferently. A pair of radiant magnificent, but full of hideous blood golden vertical pupils, overflowing with the cold killing intent that makes all things tremble.
"My name, in the wood clan language is more mundane - he means [pale horse], the word Pinehurst, is simply a product of the phonetic translation into common language for ease of communication - your Highness Honoria, you have to understand. I rule over many clans. The universal language, is the best way to communicate."
"So that's how it is." Honoria's demure and beautiful face blossomed into a formulaic smile and spoke a fluent Wooden language. "So, pale horse, would you like to know your Wood name, translated into Latin, and what kind of designation it is?"
"Tell me about it?" Pinehurst was instantly interested, straightening his tall, lanky human body from the white dragon's dragon skin to see what his name, when transformed into Latin, would look like.
"Let's see." Honoria pondered for a moment after the frown, slowly stretched out. Small attractive vermilion lips, slowly read out a horrible word that made the pale centaur, feel creepy.
"Attila, your name in Wood, transformed into Latin is A-t-t-i-l-a, Attila."
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After the destruction of the fortress of Vichy Myris, Crimea returned to a state of chaos, and many forces competed for the peninsula. A WAAAGH to the end of the green-skinned orcs, ferocious and bloodthirsty Gothic barbarians, sinister and cunning merchant goblins, carrion scaled lizards with evil intentions, devil worshipping mermaids of Myro ------
Conspiracies, betrayals, killings, alliances. This place is about to erupt a horrible and horrific killing war! A legendary epic that will resonate!
[Britannia].
The army commander, Artorius, with the help of the accompanying mage, Merlin, took three whole legions and withdrew from this cold, deadly domain covered with white frost and war.
The Western Roman Empire, completely abandoned this barren land in the far north. The two legendary figures of the Empire were transferred to the long war with the Germanic barbarians - let the Archmage of Change, who was good at stopping time: Dio, with his Saxons, and the local Celtic natives, for the poor fat land, slowly fight to death.
[Dalmatia].
Roman legions versus Gothic barbarians! The legendary barbarian: Alaric, holding aloft the head of the Roman emperor, cut off at the ancestral fortress of Adrian, led his Visigothic people in a mighty slaughter to the Italian peninsula.
The legendary warlord of the Western Roman Empire: Stilicho, leading a red alliance of Roman legions, Vandal barbarians and Alolan orcs, is not afraid to raise his sword to meet them! A great battle is about to start!
[Constantinople].
The current Eastern Roman Emperor: Arcadius shuddered and shattered a delicate and expensive messenger facility. One of the five Patriarchal Districts: New Tusbulla True Thousand Mile Emergency! A terrifying army of Persian devils from the east, with blood-axe orcs, has crossed the Arabian desert unnoticed and has killed its way into the prosperous Fertile Crescent!
[The Eternal City
Inside a palace forged from marble and gold, carved with the battle achievements of Augustus through the ages, opulent and magnificent. The entire thirteen immortal white bones emitting a terrifying aura, sitting on top of thirteen golden thrones flooded with scrolls and books, studying magic while contemplating the future fate of the empire ------
TOBEUE
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Chapter 53: Alpharius
The green-skinned big guy only took a deep breath of cold, damp air, intoxicated closed his eyes, feeling the bone-chilling wind, like a sharp blade, whistling and scraping across his cheeks.
The bipedal flying dragon stained with blood and broken flesh under his crotch awkwardly traced a huge arc amidst the silver-gray clouds, redirected its head towards the fortress walls, and frantically flapped a pair of huge bloody flesh wings like a scarlet hideous meteor, rushing viciously towards the shrimp in front of him! That appalling speed made the evil sun big only guy open his arms and let out a wild cry of incomparable excitement!
"Stop! You damned beast!" Looking at the huge monster, it was getting closer and closer to itself. A trembling half-elf mage struggled to settle his mind and concentrate on communicating with the deeper magic web. The metal club in his hand, instantly crushed to pieces by the arcane energy, was swept up by an invisible torrent of arcane magic that whistled and drowned the flying bipedal flying dragon.
In an instant, the flying beast stared in horror, the evil cold snake-like pupils, instantly contracted to the size of a needle point. Every nerve, every muscle in his body, as if in an instant all necrosis, so that he could not move all over his body! Without the aid of wings, the huge monster fell sharply downward and smashed viciously on top of the city wall, making a loud, earth-shaking sound.
The mage skimmed down, the monster's hideous head, twisted to the left at an extremely abnormal angle, even if not dead, probably also lost the ability to fight.
"Well done!" Quintus praised his mages, and the Roman general quickly gathered the remaining troops and reorganized his defense. Towards the flying dragons in the sky, waves of powerful steel crossbow arrows were saved and fired.
Immediately afterwards, he moved another squad of a hundred men up the wall, and those elite hundred warriors in heavy lockets and blood-colored cloaks, wielding large shields and spears in their hands, pushed the ugly goblins that had climbed up and back down the wooden walls, which were eight meters high! In the hands of the war priests, also flashed a divine warm golden light, healing the wounded, allowing them to get up and continue fighting!
At this very moment, the Scruggs, too, chewed up the wooden doors of the Gothic barbarians for the second time and swarmed in like a breaking tide.
Of course, the Evil Flame Orcs also suffered the same pathetic situation as the last wave of greenskins - at the exit of the narrow tunnel, they crashed into the impermeable shield wall of the Roman legions, and then were stabbed into a bloody corpse by the steel spears coming from the front, left and right at the same time! In this narrow terrain, their advantage of numbers and speed could not be used at all!
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"General Asana! Quintuchus!" Just as the war was in full swing, an eagle with wings spread, deftly shrugged off the bipedal flying dragons flying about in the sky, changed back into the form of a human druid, and landed on top of the city walls. "Cavalry report! Thousands of lizardmen and over forty horses and men have landed a few kilometers to the south! And, they are using Roman ships!"
"Lucius was defeated?!" Kuntuchus said with disbelief. The south of this fortress is a small fucking village without any defenses! Three hundred men were not enough to fill the holes! This broken wall (by Roman standards) could never have withstood the monster's front and rear attack!
"You continue to fight here! I'll go and stop them!" Asana also recognized the seriousness of the problem, her good-looking eyebrows squeezed together as she hurriedly ran down the wall, and in addition to the several hundred archers deployed on the wall, the remaining fifteen hundred men were used as a reserve, fist pumping!
Four hundred conscripted militiamen with wooden shields and short spears, eight hundred Gothic warriors in leather armor with masked wooden shields and iron short axes, and one hundred barbarians in lockets with two-handed battle axes. One hundred light cavalrymen on steeds and armed with javelins.
Finally, there was Asana's crushing treasure - a whole hundred barbarian priests who had converted to the God of Punishment. Although most of them only have only one cleric rank, but, these brawny men clad in lockets, armed with hard-headed hammers and wooden shields, were once powerful warriors or barbarians!
The barbarian female general assembled her army as fast as she could. Humans, monsters. Two large armies, one from the south and one from the north, were approaching the front at the same time. It was like two trains traveling at high speed, colliding in a flat open space.
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"Chief! Wait!" Just as Chief Bloodrage was about to command his army and overwhelm the Tungote army in front of him, and then attack the Romans back and forth with Evil Flame and the merchant brigade, a slightly aged female centaur, anxious and restless, rushed to his eyes. Her whole body, wet brown hair, are stuck together, locking armor is also missing, looks extremely wretched.
It seems that the unlucky guy fell into the cold sea during the naval battle and barely managed to float up with the help of the lizardmen who shed their heavy armor.
"What's wrong? Chani?" Christina recognized the female's heavy armor fearlessness in front of her at once. She was also a veteran, having followed her own mother in her conquests and battles, and had achieved great success. Even served as a personal guard for the two of them when she and her sister were first born.
"Dear Chief! I have an important piece of information that I must never let the Lizardmen know! There exists a few druids among them that can understand our conversation. Therefore, please allow me to whisper in your ears."
Chani's charming face revealed an incomparably angry and frightened look. While she pondered the rotten-scaled lizards around her, she lowered her voice and spoke anxiously in the wood tribe language.
"Tell me, what is going on? Make you, who is usually as calm as a mountain, so panicked." The blood rage chief skimmed the nearby scaly friend, wondering what this veteran, who had watched him grow up, was trying to say about some unknown secret.
"In fact ------ the Chani you speak of, has been forever dormant at the bottom of the Black Sea."
Chani, no, Alpharius slowly walked forward and pressed himself against the soft ear of the rouge blazing horse and softly uttered a word that sent chills down its spine! With a speed that the naked eye could not catch, his right hand pulled out an extremely sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed Christina's unsuspecting heart with precision!!!
"Go to hell! Savage monster chief!!!"
The carmine horse, feeling their strength, is dissipating at a terrifying rate of loss, slender and elegant hoof can no longer support the weight of the body, four hooves a soft, the whole person instantly collapsed to the ground, countless mixed with internal organs fragments of blood, gushing on her delicate lips, lax pupils, also covered with a layer of unlike the shade, can not even see the appearance of the horse and man in front of you!
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The danger of going to war with the Romans was far greater than she could have imagined. On the first day the Roman legions landed in Gredinian, Alpharius infiltrated several clans in turn and obtained a number of secrets. Finally, she learned the information of the centaurs from Henneville's mouth.
Thus, the dagger in the shadow of the empire, transformed into an inconspicuous critter, hibernating in the corner of the ship. In the chaos of the naval battle, God unknowingly assassinated a boatload of monsters, including Christina's very trusted veteran of 100 battles, and gained her identity.
Lucius had only a hundred men in his hands, and even if he killed the chief now, he would be powerless to change the end of the naval battle. It would also scrap a hard-earned identity of his own.
Thus, Alpharius indifferently looked at his fellow comrades who had been drinking with him, have died in battle before his eyes.
So Alpharius watched indifferently as the army of monsters, unstoppable, landed in Gredinian.
So, Alpharius indifferently watched the great army of the Eastern Goths, killing from the north, and then revealed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.
With the enemy at hand, now is a good time to kill their leader and get these monsters in a tizzy!
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Looking at the centaur chief who spat out a large pool of red blood in front of him and was dying, and the half-man and half-horse who were madly rushing towards him, Alpharius did not dare to stay long, his whole body quickly turned into a three-armed, three-legged Thor stone monster, relying on the hard rock repellent shell, after blocking the heavy armor fearless axe slash, his whole body instantly disappeared in the red earth, stained by Christina's red blood. No trace of it.
"Mission accomplished! The primitive and poorly equipped lizardmen are not enough to worry about on land! The Centaurs will be in disarray even after they lose their leader! The Empire has won this war! Then, it's time for a personal grudge! Lucius, I will cut off the head of that pale centaur for you!"
Chapter 54: Alan Nure Pinehurst!
"Christina!!!" The roar, neighing, and waves in Peinehurst's ears came to an abrupt end as he watched the rouge horse collapse helplessly to the ground. But the sound of the rouge horse's weakening breathing, the gradual cessation of the heartbeat, the flow of blood, but became increasingly loud and ear-splitting!
The scene reflected in one's pupils, also in a flash, became incomparably dim. Everything in the world, as if in an instant lost all the color, into monotonous black and white. Only the gruesome blood gurgling out from Christina's body, maintaining its vivid scarlet color, in this monotonous world, is so shocking!
"Chief Heist! Do you still have spare spell slots to cast a healing divine spell?" The pale centaur barely slowed down and looked at the leader of the Rotten Scale Clan in a panic. The flying druids all stayed on the other side of the wall, cooperating with the orcs to attack the city. Right now, only these Longscale allies, who could still heal divine magic.
"Yes, there is!" The Rotten Scale Chief was also taken aback by the sudden stabbing, and hastily shook his long tail to keep his balance, and quickly ran to the two of them, wielding a bizarre wooden sculpture, and slowly injecting a businesslike natural energy into the shocking wound out of thin air.
"Phew - the thick flesh pad on the chest of this mammal saved her life, the short dagger, the stabbing is not very deep, can't die, can't die." I don't know how long it took, and the oviparous lizardman, who didn't have such a nursing organ, finally stopped treating and took a long breath of relief.
"However, my divine magic can only barely stitch up her wounds, to completely heal, I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate - during this period she absolutely can not strenuous exercise! Otherwise, the wound will rupture again!"
"Great, great, really great." Looking at Christina, whose breathing, although weakened, slowly stabilized in front of him, Pinehurst cried with joy and also took a long breath. The monotonous scene of black and white in his pupils slowly regained its colorful and beautiful appearance, and the sky-shaking war drums, and the sound of the barbarians' roar resounding through the clouds, resounded in his ears.
The pale centaurs were too concerned about the chief in front of them to even notice the army of the Tungothians, who had already killed in front of them! A fight to the death with the lizardmen!
Two hundred heavily armored dueling warriors rushed at the front of the line, these strong barbarians, who doubled as first-class bards, sang magical songs of the Northlands, wielding two-handed axes, in the lizardmen's scattered formation, ripped out a bloody lane covered with limbs and scales alive!
Eight hundred wild and bloodthirsty tribal regiments, also wielding their wooden shields and sharp axes, were like a flood that broke the dike and poured into the blood rift split by the dueling warriors, knocking and washing away the formation of the Rotten Scale Clan. Four hundred conscripted spearmen also carried short spears forged of steel. Pressed in from both flanks!
And those lizardmen, who had just experienced a deadly sea battle, each exhausted, defeated under the barbarians' brave attack, leaving behind the bloodied and miserable corpses of their compatriots!
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"This isn't like the plan! What are those orcs doing? How could they let so many human soldiers come here?" The chief was seriously wounded and unconscious, and the unstoppable barbarian army appeared in front of him, the two together greatly destroyed the morale of the heavily armored and fearless, and one soldier, even trembling, took a step backwards.
"Why don't we pull back! There is no obstacle to the south and the enemy can't catch up with us ------"
"Shut up! You coward!" Fearless Chief: Ka'ang. Grabbing Calgro by his chainmail collar, he yanked the ironclad fearless, alive, to look at himself in front of him. "Do you want to abandon your people? As Fearless Chief, I order you to charge forward!"
"Let go! You reckless man! Accept the reality! We've already lost!" Karrog swung the huge axe in his hand directly and slashed viciously at Kaan's wrist, forcing the fearless leader to retract his right hand.
"Brothers! Accept the reality! The humans sending such a huge army to the south can only mean that they have gained an overwhelming advantage in the northern wall! There's even room to send a large army to the rear to concentrate on us! The allied forces are finished! We are defeated! To stay here is to die in vain!"
Calgro roared as loudly as he could with all his strength.
"But to the south of everyone, the warm and fertile Gredinian Peninsula! The Promised Land where the pale centaurs speak of abundant water and grass and mountains of livestock! We can still have a chance of survival by fleeing there now!"
Hearing Karrog's words, more and more heavy armor fearless faltered, they shake their front hooves uneasily, look at the fierce Gothic barbarians in the north, and the retreating rotten scale lizards. In the south, not far away, fertile pastures of a thousand miles of fertile fields, axe-wielding hands, even slightly trembled.
Listening to the coward's pessimism-filled escape argument. Pinehurst's pale face revealed a sarcastic sneer. He tenderly stroked the long, blood-colored hair of the rouge blazing horse, bent down and gently kissed her on top of her white forehead.
"Sleep in peace, Christina. I swear, when you wake up, you will see the Blood Rage Clan, galloping above the pastures of Crimea!"
The pale centaur slowly straightened his handsome and sturdy tall body. The body emits a suffocating bone chilling, quickly walked to Calgro's body, with the speed of lightning, while holding his wrists and neck, two groups of blue gas flames representing death, like a myriad of deadly snakes, deadly wrapped around Pinehurst's hands above, madly destroying the coward's life energy!
Calgro was stunned by this sudden attack. His right wrist, which was holding the weapon, was held by the pale centaur in a deadly grip, and his pale fingers even sank into the flesh. He tried to hit his opponent in the small of the back with his front hoof knee, but Peinhus was faster! The same raised his front hoof and delivered a fierce and unparalleled knee strike to that hoof!
In desperation, the shameful coward, trying to break the right hand that had a death grip on his neck, but found that the pale hand, like the Ural Mountains can not be shaken!
His own left hand, instead, was deprived of life energy the moment it touched the cold blue flame, just like his neck and right wrist! The firm muscles are shrinking, the full skin is sagging, the solid white bones, now also shaking and creaking!
"Peinhus! What are you doing! Let go of him!" Ka'ang was shocked and angry. Even if the other party wanted to escape, he didn't have to do such a deadly act!
"Ka'ang, I am very touched by the loyalty you have shown in a time of crisis. However, extraordinary times must be used by extraordinary means!" The pale centaur coldly responded to the fearless chief's rebuke. He manipulated the terrifying and merciless negative energy to destroy the deserter into an aging corpse, and with a cold flash of light, he directly cut off his disgraced head, which was drowned by endless fear!
"Listen to me! You cowards!!!" Peinhus tore at his throat and hissed loudly in the loudest voice he had ever heard. By the way, he raised the deserter's head high above his head, making sure that every fearless, could see the miserable end of trying to escape.
"What do I see in your eyes? Restlessness! Fear! Cowardice! Normally, you boast of being the bravest warriors of the Bloodrage Clan! You were the bravest warriors of the Bloodrage Clan! Ah, at that time, I thought you were all fearless warriors! But I was wrong! When you met the strong enemy, you actually showed the same cowardly and shameful look of escape as slaves! You are a bunch of cowards who are afraid of weakness!
Looking at the heavily armored Fearless, who was filled with anger, fear, and unease in front of him, Peinhus continued to growl loudly.
"Think carefully, all of you! Don't be deceived by this demonic deserter! Everyone's wives, children, cattle and sheep possessions are all on the other side of the city walls! We have bet everything we have on this war! Do you want to abandon your wives, your children, your children who are alive and well, and hide in the enemy's territory? Do you want to live on and on? Or will you join me and crush these humans and create a glorious future for your wives and children with your own hands? Answer me!!!"
Listening to the pale centaur's analysis, the expressions of the heavily armored fearless slowly changed. Their determined eyes no longer wavered, and their trembling hands, re-gripped the giant steel axes in their hands!
Peinhus bent down and picked up Calgro's dry composite longbow, with the terrifying two-handed giant axe, and raised it high above his head. In the Wooden language, he shouted as hard as he could.
"Compared with all of you veterans of 100 battles in the south and north, my age is the youngest and my seniority is even shorter and insignificant. However, I! Peinhus swore to the crowd! In this war, no one will ever, ever die in front of my eyes!
It is I, who tell everyone about the promised land of this mountain of livestock Mizan!
I am the one who got everyone into this horrible war of bloodshed!
It will be I who will lead you to crush those weak human soldiers who are as weak as lambs! (Viva Cristina)"
With shame, inspire their inner fighting spirit. With benefit, to awaken their determination to fight in blood. With glory, to make these heavily armored and fearless eyes burn again with a horrible rage enough to burn the world! And in the midst of the chaos, with the blood of cowards, shocking this group of monsters who only obey the strong, re-establishing a chain of command centered on Peinhus.
More than forty heavy armor fearless pulled out their composite longbows with spare strings, checked their two-handed battle axes, and the heavy lances captured from the Romans, and after confirming that they were equipped, each raised their longbows and arrows, and let out a horrible roar that was even more wild and bloodthirsty than the Gothic barbarians!
"Alan, Nure, Pinehurst!!!"
Chapter 55: Blood Money for Blood
"Peinhus! You guessed it right, the other side did leave a reserve." Magnus fluttered a pair of blood-colored flesh wings and emerged his red devil's ghastly form from the murderous night sky. "On the opponent's left flank, there is a light cavalry unit of about a hundred men, and on the right flank, there are also a hundred heavy infantry clad in lockets."
"It's been hard on you. Let's go! Let's eat the opponent's cavalry first!" The pale centaur cheered out inwardly in celebration. It was thanks to scouting a wave in advance. If they chose to detour from the right flank, the other side's swift as the wind light cavalry a back, the only remaining cavalry, I'm afraid will be directly into the enemy group five times their own! Then everything would be over!
Wait, the light cavalry ------ own just came to this world, that fortress has poured out a wave of javelin cavalry, chasing themselves up and down the earth. Luckily, they were saved by Christina. By the way, there is also which turned into an eagle abominable druid, this account, should also be counted.
Painehurst left two powerful warriors behind to carry Christina back to safety on top of the ship. With the remaining forty-four heavily armored dreadnoughts, they set off a terrifying storm of steel across the grasslands and sped off to the east along the narrow battle line of the lizardmen.
Just as the men ran to the end of the line and began to meander to the north, a group of light cavalry wearing brown leather armor and carrying wooden shields and short spears came into view and blocked their way. Pinehurst looked up in confusion and saw two eagles that looked familiar, hovering high in the dark, cold night sky.
The barbarian druid and his eagle companion! The opponent also has aerial reconnaissance units!
Painehurst cut a sound. The cunning fellow, as usual, flew out of range of the bow and arrow. He had no choice but to lead the heavy armor fearless to bend their bows and arrows, accompanied by the terrifying sound of breaking strings like thunder, and shot round after round of dense and deadly arrows at the light cavalry in front of him.
The centaur is a species that has achieved the ultimate goal of cavalry through the ages: man and horse as one. The lower plate is extremely stable, and the bow and arrow hit rate, far exceeds that of the poor cavalryman riding on a bumpy saddle.
Without the obstruction of the horse's neck, the monsters, averaging seven feet in height, even used compound longbows that were more slender and massive than those of the infantry. This allowed them to attack enemy targets up to two hundred meters away, and within one hundred meters, they could easily tear through light armor. In contrast, the pitiful range of those javelin cavalrymen was even less than ten meters! Under the cold and merciless covering strikes of the arrow rain, a shocking wave of blood blossomed out!
Peinhus desperately pulled the purple-shirted wooden longbow in his hand, watching a sharp flint arrow shot by himself, roaring, flying and whistling through the chest of one soldier after another, and the sorcerous crown on his own head, trembling slightly with excitement in the killing.
"Get out of your bad habits! Don't get up close and personal if you can strike at long range! We can't afford to die!"
Looking at the half-damaged Javelin cavalry, bathed in a rain of arrows, finally rushing to less than fifty meters away from them, the pale centaurs with their ironclad fearlessness, with a stunt that normal cavalry, even horses, simply could not do, accelerated and turned a hundred and eighty degree turn, raising a large choking dust on the ground. Turning their backs on the Ostrogoths, the horses galloped wildly!
Pinehurst sped to the rear while pulling away from the barbarian cavalry. While twisting her pliable waist, to the rear, she pulled the huge composite longbow in her hand, into a terrifying full moon, so that the sharp flint arrow clusters, tore and penetrated the enemy's pitiful small wooden shield, and pierced viciously into the Tungot's skull, knocking his hard skull, into pieces!
The barbarian cavalry was suddenly put in a very awkward situation, their speed is comparable to these heavily armored people and horses. But in terms of steering flexibility, it is a world of difference. Can't chase, can't run away, but also in the other side of the shooting range, become a living target!
"That rescued pale centaur!" Suddenly, the druid recognized Peinhus, who was covered in white coat and extremely conspicuous. The golden crown on his head was also taken as the chief's symbol by Orgas. Looking at the rotten battle, he gritted his teeth, gathered a pair of wide black feathered wings and swooped down with a whistle into the dark dome of the sky!
"Block your movement first!"
Suddenly, countless roots of yellow grass, like hundreds of hideous and terrifying pythons, twisting their flexible bodies, instantly Pinehurst's six limbs, tied up tightly. Let him only watch the sky eagle in animal form, to impose a [brute force], and then swoop down the cold night sky!
Control the enemy, put gain spells on yourself, and then charge head-on? Faced with this so familiar scene, the handsome face of the pale centaur, but a contemptuous sneer emerged. So what if you can't move?
Only to see, countless by the arcane energy composed of blue runes, instantly arranged in their foreheads into an arcane spell spell formation, the largest golden devil on the golden crown, as if it came to life, the golden spear instantly wrapped around a large number of biting white mist, wrapped in countless sharp, tiny shards of cold ice, into a beam of ice-blue horror ray, instantly penetrated the feathers of Ogres!
The eagle let out a mournful cry, dragged its frozen, leaky right wing, and spun down to the ground.
The first time he fought the druid, Peinhus had not yet mastered the true power of this body, but now, he is not what he used to be, those huge yellow withered grass, under his own terrifying monstrous force section by section, without a few seconds, completely out of bondage.
"Go to hell! Druid!" The pale centaur withdrew his longbow, pulled out his huge axe, and slashed viciously at his enemy in front of him. Ogus blood flowing right arm, limp dangling above the shoulder, facing the centaur that powerful and terrifying slash, there is no time to heal, had to pull out a wooden stick, to meet the opponent's attack.
"BOOM!!!"
The axe and the stick are intertwined, and the horrible force of Pinehurst is transmitted to the druid's left hand along with the wooden stick, shaking his whole arm numb and sore, the palm of his left hand, also cracked a huge crack, crimson blood gurgling out of it, moistening the wooden handle of the stick.
"Damn it! I've enchanted myself with a [Power of the Brute]! The power of this centaur is too terrifying!"
"What's wrong? Druid! The last time we met, you were arrogant!" The pale centaur used unwilling to give the opponent a single chance to cast a spell and bullied his way forward. The heavy axe blade fell on the opponent's body like a fierce wind and rain. Each attack, the opponent's gasping voice, more and more heavy, disorderly!
"Pfft!"
Finally, the sharp axe blade, fiercely cut the right shoulder of Ogles, but ------ countless like a python like thick and slender withered yellow grass, once again, three layers inside and three layers outside, tied up tightly!
This druid actually took a hard slash from a centaur in order to cast a divine spell?
"You paid such a huge price just to trap me for a few seconds?" Looking at the huge wound on the other's right shoulder that was flowing like blood, the pale centaur struggled to break free from the tangled bonds of this herd. "With such a serious injury, I see you don't even have the strength to wield a wooden stick!"
"Yeah, it's true that I don't have enough stamina to kill you anymore, but I'm not fighting alone!" A triumphant smile blossomed on top of Ogres' incomparably pale face due to the loss of blood, and he panted and shouted!
"Peck it blind! Anar!"
"So your last backhand is that eagle? Do you think I would forget it!" Peinhus broke free from the withered pasture while revealing a cruel smile. "I'm not fighting alone either! Magnus! Finish it off!"
"No problem!" Magnus, who had been dormant for a long time, also revealed his hideous and terrifying original devil form over that white-headed eagle! The female eagle was caught off guard! The poisonous scorpion tail instantly pierced her sharp golden pupils!
"Farewell, Druid." Looking at the Gothic barbarians who were in a desperate, dumbfounded state because of the death of their animal companions, Peinhus broke free of the plant entanglement for the second time, swung the sharp axe in his hand, and precisely slashed through the neck of Ogres, splashing a magnificent and radiant wave of blood.
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The battle between the two was decided in almost a flash of lightning. The Javelin light cavalry, which came late, finally killed the pale men and horses. They had already been badly damaged by the arrow rain. Now, they witnessed their leader's head being chopped off by the fierce, white monster with a horrible killing intent. The morale of these cavalrymen quickly collapsed in a short period of time! They screamed, wailed, cried, and fled in all directions!