Chapter 56: Sheep-driving tactics
Lizardmen have been living in the coastal areas of Crimea for generations, leading a primitive life of fishing and hunting. Their soft webbed claws and dorsal fins allow them to swim at speeds comparable to fish, and their sharp teeth and claws can shred the thick skin and scales of prey. The body is like iron armor as strong and light green-gray scales, but also can withstand the majority of predator attacks.
However, this inherent power, but also become a heavy shackle limiting their technological development - I do not use the fishing net harpoon, but still live very comfortable, so why do you have to work hard to invent, forge a simple weapon is not as good as the claw?
This old, backward notion of the lizardmen has come as a huge shock in recent years - the Ostrogoths, these barbarian hordes from the north, are trickier than any race the lizardmen have ever seen. They were strong, cunning, and numerous. Iron axes, javelins, and weapons were complicated. The most powerful bunch of soldiers were even equipped with steel armor they couldn't even shake!
The sharp teeth and claws of the clansmen, and the conical shells fished out of the sea, could not break the strong iron armor of the other side. And the enemy forged iron axe, but can split their own proud hard scales, cut their fellow countrymen into a bloody and broken corpses!
In just a few months, the lizardmen's thriving primitive kingdom was transformed into a fine sea-going port, filled with Gothic-style wooden ships.
And that scene is now replayed in front of the eyes of Chief Heist! Two hundred soldiers in full body armor, steel helmets, armed to the teeth, like two hundred tireless killing machine, the iron axe will be raised high in the hands of the heavy fall, all the way to kill, as if no man's land, stepping on countless flesh and blood scaled corpses, the lizardmen scattered formation, tore in half!
"ROAR!!!"
Chief Hist let out a furious roar and brought his druid priests to meet the Gothic barbarians head-on. The slender figures of the six lizardmen instantly swelled out and became extremely stout and large. Countless thick brown hair, burrowed out of the gaps of dark green scales. The reptiles' low, raspy, cold hissing turned into the predatory beasts' hideous, bloodthirsty roar of terror!
The druids in the form of six brown bears landed on all four paws and took heavy steps that made the earth tremble as they killed the enemy! They erected their sturdy 9-foot tall bodies, enveloping their barbarian enemies under their hideous beastly shadows, and wielded a pair of huge bear claws to slap the dueling warriors in front of them!
An iron helmet, smashed flat by a bear's paw, wrapped around the broken, dented and miserable head of a Gothic barbarian, cuts a scarlet and brilliant bloody arc through the air.
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"The Gredinian belongs to the Eastern Gothic!"
The legion of tribesmen, wielding wooden shields and hand axes, poured inside the army of carrion scaled lizards, following the bloody passage torn out by the dueling warriors. Engvall, shouting battle cries with fervor, blocked the thrusts of two conical hornstones with his wooden shield and slashed an axe atop the scaly monster's neck.
The recoil from the hard scales shook Engvall's arm sore, almost unable to hold the iron axe in his hand. But the opponent's scales, but also in their own full force of a blow in pieces, gushing out a large puddle of shocking crimson blood.
The Goth barbarian caught his breath, shook his sore and numb wrists, and prepared to continue killing the enemy. However, he was suddenly shoved hard in the back and almost lost his footing and fell under the lizardman's long webbed claws.
"What are you squeezing for? If you want to kill the enemy so badly, stand in front of me!" Engvall barely stabilized his body, panicked with a wooden shield, blocking the enemy's sharp claws, and turned his head in anger to say.
"I didn't mean to do it!" The infantryman behind him moved forward another step and said innocently. "I was also pushed by someone behind me and accidentally fell on your back - hell, it's dark, and I don't know what the hell happened back there!"
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Go back in time a few minutes
General Asana deployed the spear soldiers on the two flanks. She did not expect these conscripted militia to create much merit, but only expected them to use the wooden shields and short spears in their hands to cover the flanks of the main force, so that the dueling warriors and the ministry militia could charge forward without fear and crush those disgusting oviparous lizards.
The spear soldiers, who were used as cannon fodder, also lazily raised the wooden shields in their hands to fend off the lizardmen's attacks, occasionally thrusting the short spears in their hands, stabbing them forward and rubbing a shallow white mark on the opponent's wet and solid gray scales.
"The morale of these monsters is really terrible, knowing that the defeat is certain, yet they are still fighting in blood." A spear soldier who stood in the middle of the group, responsible for torch lighting, yawned tiredly. On weekdays at this point, he should be in by covered with straw. On the mattress of animal skins, into a sweet sleep ------
Wait, what is the sound from time to time in the east?
The spearman rubbed his ears and turned his head uneasily to the left - the sound of dense drumming slowly resounded in the darkness of the night, and became more and more noisy and urgent. It was like a muffled thunder, exploding in the sky.
Suddenly, the dark and cold vault of the sky, resounded with an eerie and mournful shrill sound. Like hundreds of thousands of hideous and horrible ghosts, in the low clouds whistling! At the same time, countless heads of pale devils broke through the darkness of the night, viciously stabbed at the bodies of their compatriots above, splashing a shocking wave of blood!
With heavy armor and fearlessness, Pinehurst shot four rounds of bone dysprosium at the distant fire, destroying the enemy's fighting spirit with that horrible sound, and then drew his two-handed battle axe hanging on the side of his horse, like a silver gray thunderbolt, striking hard on the shivering bodies of the militia!
These behemoths, weighing a ton and running rapidly, instantly crashed into countless conscripted spear soldiers, as if destroying and destroying, and completely broke the enemy formation. The sharp axes, but also set off a storm of blood mixed with countless limbs and broken arms.
In the dark, dim night, the spearmen had no idea how many enemies there were! It was so dark in front of them that they could not see anything. And their ears were filled with the horrible whistling of the firing dysprosies, the wild roar of the centaurs, and the miserable cries of their comrades! This unknown panic put their inner fear to the maximum - just one round of charge, the morale of the two hundred soldiers was completely broken by the ironclad fearless!
Seeing the other side scattered, Peinhers with heavy armor fearless, with a speed far beyond the infantry, as if Caucasian dogs driving a flock of sheep, driving the routed troops, so that they squeezed headlong into the interior of the tribal regiment, messing with the enemy's neat formation, squeezing the survival of the barbarians!
"Run! A half-man, half-horse bloodthirsty monster has been killed from the east!"
"Move to the west! Giants! Giants wielding great axes appear in the east!"
"Retreat! Retreat! Endless green skins, like a monstrous wave of filth and stench! Sweeping through heaven and earth!"
Panic was like a virus, growing wildly in the dark, horrible darkness of the night, spreading, in order to find a reasonable explanation for the defeat and retreat, but also to repair their broken pride. The routed troops trembled as the enemy spread more and more evil, causing a new round of panic. Many of the ministry's militia groups were also scared by the increasingly gruesome rumors, shaking in their legs.
By the time the information reached Asana's ears, the version had become "a group of white dragons, with a cold wind and snow, coming from the east"!
Who the hell are you kidding?
"Those who run away, kill! Those who disrupt the army, kill! Those who turn their backs on the enemy, kill!!!" The barbarian general roared and smashed the brain of a deserter, leading a hundred heavily armored priests to form an impenetrable shield wall to block the path of the routing army in the midst of the routing tide. The priests had no regard for their former comradeship. Wielding heavy hard-headed hammers, they viciously smashed the brains of their fellow soldiers, killing hundreds of deserters in one breath before they could barely stifle the momentum of the rout.
Chapter 57: Blood Blinds the Sun, Steel Spears Cover the Sky
"Pull back first." Looking at the chaotic sea of routed troops, which actually slowly calmed down under the killing and decisive slaughter of a group of heavy infantry, Pinehurst helplessly withdrew the sharp axe in his hand.
The lizardmen on the left flank, who had slowed down, also showed a picture of gratitude to the centaurs, waved the conical shells in their hands and chased the fugitives all the way west, forming a two-pronged attack on the Tungots.
"Why are they retreating? The leader of that gang of heavily armored infantry should be the commander of these humans!" Caang, who was covered in blood, gripped the great axe in his hand. Looking at the barbarian priests in front of him, he said with incomparable contempt. "It's okay if you don't charge at the front line and fight in blood. How dare you hide in the rear away from the battlefield as a reserve? What a coward, go! Cut off his head!"
"Come back! Don't be all about physical combat." Peinhers helplessly pressed Caen's shoulder and pulled the ferocious and bloodthirsty fearless leader back. "The other side has more than a hundred times our numbers! Although the lower body of the horses gives us terrifying speed and impact, it also makes everyone too large. It's easy to be killed by the enemy in a melee. Weaken them with long-range weapons first, run out of ammunition, and then launch a charge!"
"Cut, you talk, but you are exactly the same as the Kulonian gang of marauders." Caen mouth upset, but still put the two-handed giant axe, hanging on the side of the brown hair covered body, re-pulled out the back of the composite long bow, followed the pale centaur like a ghostly pale horrible figure, meandering back to the north of the barbarians, shooting a round of terrifying arrows that block the sky!
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The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and Asana was horrified to find that the army of the Eastern Goths, actually fell in the middle of a coalition of lizardmen and centaurs.
In the east, the routed army that had calmed down, under the cover of the lizardmen, turned into chaos again. The original neat battle line, under the ravages of routed fugitives and sharp teeth and claws, was like being dog-eared, turned into a dog-eared and uneven.
In the south, the six lizardmen proficient in natural spell casting, transformed into six huge brown bears that can cast druidic spells, under the desperate cover of dozens of lizard guards, with their thick skin and flesh fur, and healing magic, resisted the horrific charge of the dueling warriors, leaving the war in an incomparable anxious tug-of-war state.
In the north, the heavily armored fearless ones shot a ** of sharp arrows representing death, catching the Gothic barbarians by surprise! Countless soldiers who were pierced by sharp arrows fell to the ground screaming in agony! Blood moistened the fertile ground beneath their feet.
As for the West - there is the Black Sea with rough seas and no way out!
"If I had known, I would have brought the archers deployed on the city walls!" A hundred barbarian priests who had believed in the God of Punishment under the dense teachings of the Roman missionaries followed their teacher's example and raised their wooden and iron-clad sturdy round shields to form a clumsy tortoise-armor square to defend against the rain of flint arrows from the centaurs. Numerous sharp arrow clusters, like raindrops, fell on top of her shield, knocking the barbarian general's left wrist, which hurt.
Under the endless rain of arrows, Asana made the best choice: she took the heavy armor priests to the far north of the army, covering behind a large number of lightly armored infantry who were badly damaged by the arrow rain. The darkness of the night also weakened the vision of the centaurs to a certain extent, and they had to pour all their precious arrows on the priests' iron-armored wooden shields.
"The enemy is coming across the sea and has no logistical supplies! If they hold on for a while, their arrows will run out! Look, the rain of arrows has thinned down!" The barbarian general forced himself to endure the soreness in his left arm, barely encouraging and maintaining the morale of the priests. After another two or three minutes, the centaurs finally stopped firing, and the horrible and piercing sound of horses' hooves, like drums and muffled thunder, resounded again in the darkness!
They ran out of arrows!
"The enemy is about to launch a charge! Shield wall! Prepare to meet the enemy!" Asana put the shield, which was raised high above her head, on her chest to protect her heart and throat, and wielded a hard-headed hammer with her right hand to smash the flint arrows nailed to the masked shield surface, which were densely packed with arrows. The square tortoise formation, too, quickly changed into a long shield wall. Blocking the enemy's way. "Turn the spear soldiers-no! Move the dueling warriors back! Finish these centaurs first, before fighting those scaly lizards!"
"Da, da, da!"
The horrific sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, the barbarian priests gulped nervously, gripped the hard-headed hammers in their hands, and silently prayed to the God of Punishment for a variety of attacking divine spells. Prepare to give those damned monsters a head-butt!
[Brute Force], [Magic Weapon], [Divine Grace] ------ a terrifying brute silhouette, a divine golden glow, a ray of blue light symbolizing magical energy, vying to emerge on the bodies and weapons of more than a hundred sturdy priests, so that this team of 100, like a golden sun slowly rising in the darkness of the night, will shine around as if it were daylight.
And one of the most dazzling and eye-catching, none other than Ashaina. Draped in lockets, full of attractive graceful body, emitting the most sacred and solemn radiant golden light, soft light, but also the heroic barbarian general, become more holy, beautiful.
Like the evening gorgeous orange-red hair, beautiful young face above a pair of almond-yellow eyes, spitting out two beams of golden light!
The surrounding heavily armored priests, also like a swarm of stars, swung their hard-headed hammers and wooden shields and clustered around her. Get ready for battle!
"Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!!!"
Only to see a tall iron gray figure, quickly emerged in the darkness, but these half-man, half-horse monsters, but not far from them, stopped the pace of the charge?
Wait, in their hands, they are holding heavy Roman javelins!
The heavily armored fearless picked up all the javelins of Lucius' squadron, and having captured the throwing weapons of the javelin cavalry in the previous battle, now each man was carrying at least ten thick and long javelins forged from steel on his horse! They charged only to close the distance, and did not want to fight head-on with these priests who were entangled in troublesome divine magic!
"That woman who keeps chattering and arguing is probably the leader of the enemy! Finish her off first!" The centaur couldn't understand Gothic, but what little soldier could yell endlessly on the battlefield? That beam of crane-like dazzling light also revealed the fact that she was the leader.
"Swoosh!!!"
Forty-four heavy javelins, as thick as a child's arm, cut a beautiful and deadly parabolic curve in the night, emitting a hideous and piercing whistle like a banshee in the cold air! The sharp steel spear point, instantly ripped through the priests' wooden shield lock armor, through their flesh and blood chest, the huge impact, but also directly smashed them to the ground! Nail on the blood-stained soil!
One after another bright and dazzling warm light, along with the death of the master and slowly extinguished, the sacred and majestic golden sun, instantly dimmed.
Centaurs are inherently monstrous, and these ironclads, fearless, are the elite of the elite! In an instant, at least ten of the Romans' steel throwing spears simultaneously tore through and penetrated Asana's body! The monstrous force attached to the heavy javelin instantly smashed her backwards for dozens of feet! The golden light that was wrapped around her body wavered and flickered twice like a candle in the wind, and was completely extinguished!
"Hell! They still have long-range weapons! Cast a pious shield! Regroup into tortoise formation!"
"No! Charge forward! The centaurs are close to us! We can fight!"
"The commander is down! Come to the rescue! She's too badly injured for me to save!"
Without Asana's command, the heavily armored priests were in disarray, some retreating backward to heal their general. Some stood their ground and cast protection spells on themselves, while others wielded their hard-headed hammers entwined with magical glory and killed their way to the front with unmatched bravery! A neat shield wall, instantly divided into five columns!
The Heavy Armor Fearless immediately retreated backwards, while twisting his soft waist a hundred and eighty degrees behind him, and once again shot out a powerful round of steel javelins! The chasing priests were shot into a bloody sieve and nailed to the ground. Then turned back south and shot a round of powerful and gruesome javelins at those priests in lockets!
The centaurs, led by Peinhers, brought the doctrine of superior firepower to its fullest extent, and five hundred steel-forged javelins were poured over the heads of the heavily armored infantry in less than a minute! Like a plague of locusts covering the sky and like rain, the javelins were fired in a dense manner, almost annihilating the Roman missionaries, the barbarians who had developed with great difficulty!
"Life and death, glory and fortune, depend on this moment! Charge!!!" When the javelins ran out, Pinehurst immediately drew his two-handed axe and, with the heavy armor that could not resist killing, rushed into the heavily armored troops that were battered and scattered by the javelin fire, accompanied by the grassland nomad's horrible battle roar, raising a storm of blood mixed with countless limbs and flesh!
The pale centaur learns from the others' fighting patterns, and by the force of the impact, an axe splits the priest's fragile hooded wooden shield, then, raising his upper body high, dodging the opponent's sweeping sweep of entangled magical energy, the hard hoof, coupled with his own ghastly weight of a ton, stomps hard on the enemy's head!
Faced with such a horrible pressure, the cervical vertebrae of the Gothic barbarian made a crackling sound of fragmentation, breaking at every inch, and his head collapsed downward, sinking deep inside his own chest cavity! The scarlet and hideous hot blood splashed all over Peinhus' body.
The sacred and dazzling golden sun, under the baptism of steel and blood, was completely annihilated in the darkness!
Chapter 58: The sprouting of civilization
The victory of the battle came so suddenly. Faced with the ferocious and bloodthirsty killing figures of the half-man and half-horse, the corpses of their compatriots strewn all over the field, and the broken bodies of their commanders pierced by countless javelins and blurred with flesh, the barbarians, who had barely recovered their morale under the priest's blood-stained hammer, collapsed again.
They screamed, wailed and cried like an unstoppable sea tide, turning around and crashing into the barbarians' faltering battle line, finally becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back! Fear was wildly infected and spread under the darkness of the night. The uninformed tribesmen, thinking that the frost giants and white dragons in the north had really appeared in the mouth of the deserters, were so scared that their legs went weak and they instantly lost all will to fight!
And the only morale of the dueling warriors, in the case of reluctance to kill their fellow soldiers, simply can not break through this collapse of the chaotic sea, but caught in the tide of people, the body can not help but be squeezed into the distance.
Soldiers are defeated like a mountain, and this phrase could not be more appropriate to describe the current situation.
The remaining twelve priests, after giving the lives of eight companions, barely under the centaur's blood-stained firm hooves and sharp axes, with a warm golden light emanating from the healing divine magic, the dying Asana saved, four priests carrying their own leader, did not hesitate to join the ranks of escape!
"Put ------ down on me! I can still fight!" Asana, who had walked on the edge of death, woke up leisurely, her delicate lips stained by blood, once again coughing up a puddle of shockingly crimson waves.
"With the enemy at our backs, the fortress of Vichy Myris will fall! Gredinian, which has been settled for a long time, will be plunged into war again! I, I can't let that happen again! Give me back my weapon! In the name of the God of Punishment, I can still fight!"
"We can go back to the capital, gather our troops, and retake the fortress! But if you die here, it's all over!" The priest used all his divine magic, barely healing one shockingly bloody hole after another on the chief's body.
"But, but, once the fortress of Visimiris is broken, at least dozens of villages, will be directly exposed to the monsters! Wheat fields, fish ponds, pastures, and the people ------ everything that everyone has worked so hard to build in recent years will be reduced to nothing!" The seriously injured girl spoke in pain. The dark lax almond eyes, filled with tears.
"Why is it like this! First the frost giants, then the horrible cryogenic white plague, then the gnome kingdom ------ The world is so big, is there no place for us to settle down?!"
"Wake up! Asana!" The priest yelled out the chief's name in a grumpy voice. "Villages can be built again when they are gone! People can be reborn without them! But with the mighty soldiers gone, who is there to guard the land and people you want to protect from the claws of the monsters?"
Looking at the silent general, four priests carefully protect the seriously wounded girl, in the chaos of the tide of people fleeing west, the Gothic barbarians, in the southeast and north under the three sides of the attack, have fled to the western coast, many people shed their leather armor, throw away their weapons, rely on their water, like dumplings, a fierce into the cold, dark black sea!
Under the desperate call of priests and dueling warriors, finally a small number of routed troops, barely regained a tiny bit of sanity. Lycanthropes bypassed the lizardmen's line in the south and rushed to the place where the monsters landed, grabbing up all kinds of boats moored on the sea.
The two intrepid, charged with protecting the badly wounded chieftain, were instantly terrified, and they both stood on the tall double-decker oared sloop, desperately trying to shoot a sharp arrow cluster at the Gothic barbarians who tried to climb aboard, to avoid them climbing aboard the big Roman ship.
The dueling warriors, looking at the wall-like hard wooden ships of the Romans and the two huge monsters on them, did not have time to spend with them, and hastily grabbed some small sailing ships, wielding their two-handed axes, cutting down a few of the fastest lizardmen, and hastily set sail and paddled back to the largest port city in the southwest of the Gredinian Peninsula, which is also the capital of the Eastern Gothic Kingdom: Chessoni. Sus.
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"Do you think these Romans are sick, the feel and destructive power of this javelin is definitely the best thing I've ever seen used! But what's the deal with it breaking after one use?" Caen, who was exhausted to the extreme, grabbed a heavy javelin that broke in two from the middle and spoke in praise. "Take it back to Kulonia to see, ask him if he can imitate a batch out."
"Because the Romans were afraid that the enemy would pull their carefully forged javelins out of their shields or corpses and use them to kill their own soldiers. Fortunately, that squadron was surrounded by us at close range and didn't have much chance to use their javelins at all before they all ended up cheap."
Painehus stood panting on top of the corpse-strewn battlefield, barely recovering three flint arrows that were scraping by and two iron javelins from the Goths. "What, feeling the joy of long-range attacks?"
"No, long-range shooting is too boring, and there is absolutely no joy to be had in bloodbaths." The fearless chief shook his head. Wearily, he said. "But, this tactic is indeed safe and efficient."
Pinehurst laughed and caught his breath, tore off a clean linen white cloth from the priest's corpse and wiped the blood from his face. Next, you will have to face the elite legions of the Romans.
A battalion consists of six 100-man squadrons. If the remaining five squadrons are as intrepid as Lucius. Then all intimidation tactics will not work. The lizardmen were more than half damaged. The rest were all wounded. Heist's druid priest regiment, moreover, had used up almost all of their divine magic when they engaged the dueling warriors.
And look at our own side? The ammunition was exhausted, and the heavy armor Fearless who had gone through two battles in a row, running for miles at high intensity, and meandering back to the enemy's flank, were all sweating and panting, and were in extremely poor condition. The only fortunate thing is that the Fearless still did not use their berserk skills today.
His own spell bits were also consumed. Today, one can still cast three zero-ring juggling spells and three one-ring spells. There are still seven times left in the super magic fixed hair. Magnus, that treacherous little devil, would never dare to launch a sneak attack on the Roman army.
And that narrow gates, a Roman hundred can be blocked tightly, you have to rely on this point in hand, to fight four times the strong enemy Lucius - do not panic, do not panic, druids and predators of the eagle can fly over the walls to reinforce themselves.
Just as Peinhers was frowning sadly, Chief Hist also came over wearily. On his dark green scaly shoulders, he carried a huge iron axe stained with blood of the Tungots.
The lizardmen behind them, actually from the mountain of corpses, with their own long webbed claws, snapped open the fingers of the Tungots and clumsily grabbed a blood-soaked iron sharp axe.
The lizardmen, standing for the first time on the hill of Gothic barbarian corpses, recalled the fighting posture of their enemies and began to try to wield these hideous iron weapons.
"Friends, I have learned one thing in my short time as a lizard: sharp claws and scales have limits. The more I practice my claw striking skills, the more I realize that this innate weapon, in fact, has limits." Chief Rotten Scales looked at his long webbed sharp claws, then at the giant two-handed axe on his shoulder, and let out a heavy sigh.
"Look at the webbed iron armor of the Ostrogoths that not even sharp teeth and claws can pierce, and look at their hideous weapons that are strong enough to cut through the scales of their people! The Romans' great shields, throwing spears, and your centaurs' bows and arrows, firing dysprosium, not to mention the orcs' horrific and deadly bombardment city trash ------ Each of these ghastly weapons is striking at the rotten old triad of our Rotten Scales clan, which relies only on sharp teeth and claws."
"What the hell are you trying to say?" Caen asked suspiciously as he plucked a still intact flint arrow from the barbarian corpse.
"I don't use my claws! Friends! I'm going to change the bad habits of the lizardmen from ancient times! I will make the clan members learn how to use weapons! I will make them wear armor as strong as humans! I will make them wear armor as strong as human armor, and weapons as sharp as human armor! I will change their mindset to become as civilized and developed as your Bloodrage clan!!!"
"May the Rotten Scales clan prosper under your leadership. Let's go, friend, we have one last battle to fight." On the surface, Pinehurst patted Heist's shoulder affectionately, but inwardly shook his head breathlessly and sighed.
On the lizardmen this three-day fishing habits, the batch of iron axes with not much time, all have to rust in the sea. As for stone weapons? I'm afraid it's not as good as their claws. Hister's reform, is destined to be an extremely difficult and long process.
Chapter 59: Dove Whispering Court
"BOOM!!!"
Along with a blazing fire ball entwined with azure runes, exploded into a magnificent, gorgeous burning cloud in the air. Thousands of densely packed fiery meteors, and two huge black shadows emitting the smell of paste, rushed out of the inside of the rosy red cloud at the same time.
The heavy armor of the green-skinned big guy, which was made of more than ten centimeters thick garbage, was finally completely destroyed by the Romans, and the terrifying heat turned him into a giant char of three meters in height.
The bipedal flying dragon under his crotch, but also by the flames, strong acid, crossbow, javelin ------ destroyed all over the body, no piece of intact scales all over the body. The final death was caused by a fireball spell cast by a super demon, dragging a bloated and huge broken body, from the cold dark night sky, fell miserably to the ground. Raising a large enough to cover the sky loose snowflakes.
The battle at the city gate canal was also in full swing. Hundreds of greenskins and Scrooges, the tattered remains of spears and javelins, almost completely blocked the narrow tunnel.
Then, several hundred more Scrooge cavalrymen. Stepping on the pooled blood that drowned past their ankles, they continued their charge forward! They trampled and pulled the corpses of their compatriots through the sea of corpses and blood, barely clearing a walkable path, all the way Waaagh to the Romans! Then, again in that by the lance, throwing spear made, dense jungle of steel, was penetrated, torn into a piece of blood-drenched broken corpses.
"WAAAGH!!!"
Watching fellow soldiers have died at the hands of these ridiculous pink-skinned shrimps, an enraged, heavily armored big guy, harnessing his bipedal flying dragon, tried a swoop, smashed in the heads of these half-elves, clearing the way for the cavalry to enter the city.
But as soon as the red dragon contracted its wings, three squadrons of infantry, who were staying in the rear and taking turns guarding the gates, raised their steel spears high! The bards played and sang a rousing battle song filled with magical power, making the soldiers' eyes on the sky more and more determined, and their right hands holding spears smoothly.
Twenty-four priests, praying for divine gifts, made more and more heavy javelins, flashing with azure magical energy, or divine golden glow. Let the soldiers around you, under the coordinated command of the centurion, shoot up a round of heavy throwing spears enough to cover the sky!
Two hundred and forty iron gray sharp spear tips, in the darkness of the night, dragging countless like silk satin, as gorgeous, dazzling blue and gold beams of light, whistling tore through the cold air, hitting the flying dragon head on top of the bulky, huge!
"Ho--"
Scales were shattered, eyes were blinded, even the tongue was pierced by a spear bipedal flying dragon, in the dark night sky, by a dense rain of javelins, hit a shocking scarlet red blood mist, dripping blood, like a torrential rain, poured over the heads of soldiers. Let the Roman legion looks like a blood-drenched devil as hideous!
The huge monster let out a miserable wail and fell uncontrollably downward, falling straight down to the exit of the canal. It instantly crushed the heavily armored big guy on his back, and the three raging Scrooge cavalrymen, into a pile of bloody mush, and used its huge body, and hard dragon scales, to completely block the road to the city!
This is the fifth bipedal flying dragon that humans have killed!
"Pull back! Pull back!!!"
The beast Onando shouted loudly with heartache. Five dragons died in battle, three dragons were seriously wounded, and the rest were all wounded. In one battle, half of the Evil Flame Clan's proud air force was killed or wounded! Centaur druids scrambled to treat the wounds of the surviving beasts - they found themselves helplessly responsible for saving the wounded.
An hour ago, the druid had transformed into an eagle, gave himself a defensive magic, they thought they were ready to break through the Roman lines, the results of the old druid at the forefront, directly by a round of dense crossbow shot, torn into a pile of bloody flesh that could not be put together!
"Finally ------ retreated at last!" A crossbowman with a sore wrist breathed a long sigh of relief. After burning and destroying the ladders that the goblins climbed, the mages also almost ran out of their spell bits. A dozen goblins trapped on the walls, backed by the battlements and fighting in blood, were, in the end, stabbed into a bloody sieve by the spears of the heavy infantry, and kicked off the tall walls.
Taking advantage of this rare respite, several hundred enthusiastic young barbarian girls, scrambling to carry a large number of javelins, crossbows, and sweet, fresh water, bravely rushed to the front line to replenish the blood-soaked soldiers with weapons and physical strength in preparation for the next round of attacks by the horrible green tide.
"Everyone has worked hard! Hold on a little longer! Let's rely on this wall and bleed out the blood of these monsters! Everything that happens today will be told in the mouths of the bards for ages!" Kuntuchus laughed upward, inspiring the soldiers' morale.
"When we return home, our fellow soldiers will be jealous and red-eyed because of our great achievements in battle! Beautiful elven girls will be embracing you for your bravery! The honorable Augustus will reward you with gold and silver that you have never had in your lives! Long live the legions of Ulpius!!!"
"Long live the Ulpius Legion!!!"
The remaining soldiers, the Goth girls handed over a canteen of water to drink, brace their tired bodies, roar out a round than the green skin more loud and ear-splitting horrible war cry. The mages who ran out of spell space also picked up a heavy crossbow from the corpses of their fellow soldiers and strained to string it up!
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Alpharius, the shape-shifting monster, could not maintain his monster form for too long. Had to find a random Tungot corpse and transform into his appearance. Washed to the sea by the rout of people, then, by mixed within the dueling warriors, boarded the southbound sailing ship.
Looking around the hanging head of the Gothic barbarians, and the shore to the north to kill the monsters, Alpharius like the sea as blue as the deep pupils of the eyes, flashing a gloomy and fierce light.
Shapeshifters can only change into medium or small sized humanoid creatures at will. He is also not a high level mage who has learned [Shapeshifting All Things]. This ability to turn into a monster is just a profane deal made between himself and a blue demon with two snakes on its back, and has great limitations.
Even if the transformation is successful, Alpharius can only gain the monster's special abilities. For example, the stone walker and rock skin of the Thor stone monster. The snake lizard's spitting attack and solid scales, strength, speed, or the same weakness as his own milky white humanoid prototype.
"Buzz--"
Suddenly, the shape-shifting monster assassin's body shook, an extremely powerful arcane energy, surprisingly through the turbulent black sea surface, wrapped in a lengthy and complex Latin words, instantly flooded into his mind.
This is a message from the Imperial Pigeon Language Court! Alpharius shook his head in displeasure. Trying to understand the Latin words wrapped inside the arcana. That bunch of gifted and loyal freaks, with the help of some ancient instruments and the psychic connection between each other, could extend the effective range of a zero-ring trick [Telepathy], indefinitely.
A member of the Pigeon Court can send a message to any location within one kilometer, two can transmit two kilometers, three can transmit four kilometers, four can transmit eight kilometers, five can transmit sixteen kilometers ------ If eleven members of the Pigeon Court join hands and cast a spell, then the message can be transmitted to any person whose coordinates they know within a thousand and twenty-four kilometer radius!
Let's say a shape-shifting monster assassin who has been placed in the cerebral cortex by the Ecumenical Patriarch and stuffed with sacred beacons.
And the news that came through the pigeon-talking court made Alpharius suck back a breath of air!
"Coo-coo-coo! The Heart Snatchers, who live in the underground of the Arabian Desert, have come out of their ghastly darkness, commanding thousands of heartless slaves, singing the name of their blasphemous evil god, to show the new King of Kings of Sassanid Persia: Isiah I, a passage through that desert of death!
An endless army of Tieflings, and a green tide of countless Bloodaxe orcs, soldier on to one of the five parishes of the Empire: New Tusbrazen (Jerusalem)! Already the legendary totems of the four war chiefs can be confirmed, and the banner of the Everlasting Army, the pride of the Demonborn! All missionary and occupation plans for Gredinian are stopped! Never mind those insignificant barbarians! Everyone withdraw to Constantinople immediately! Rejoin the legions and reinforce them to the south! Especially you! The dagger of the dark side of the Empire, Alpharius! Coo-coo-coo!"
Chapter 60: The end of the battle
"We've fought to this point, and you tell me to retreat with one fucking word? I could even organize a charge and easily finish off that fat bear goblin chief! And then step on the corpses of hundreds of greenskins and goblins and retreat to the city with ease! You want me to fucking retreat now?
Quintuchus, who also received a letter from the Court of Dove Whisperers, made a sound of impotent rage when he understood that the Dove Whisperer could not hear his own voice.
At the time of the Roman general's fury, suddenly, there is a second powerful arcane energy, in the sky above Constantinople, converged into an invisible energy sphere, like a meteor, instantly across the Black Sea that turbulent dark sea.
The tremendous energy weakened and shrank during the flight, and by the time it reached the Vesimiris fortress, it was already comparable to an ordinary summoning spell. This extremely special magical energy recognized the communication beacon carried by Quintuchus. It gently rushed into his mind. Whispered a Latin passage.
In order to maintain the stability of this ultra-long distance communication, the Dove Whispering Court must use a special spell to stabilize the magic. Simply put, it is the incomparable cooing and cooing three times to the great ancient technology at the beginning and end of the communication discourse.
"Coo-coo-coo! The 30th Ulpius Legion, the ever-healthy and ever-loyal Captain Nicholas, let us say one more thing: If you dare to say a word out of your mouth, the noble Captain will turn you into a "woo woo woo" fisherman and keep you in his bath. The cost of this additional communication will not be borne by the Empire, but will be deducted from your pay. Coo-coo-coo."
"------ old me sooner or later, from your hands, snatch the position of army chief!!!" Kuntuchus cursed in his heart with gritted teeth. From the hands of the warm and gentle barbarian girl took the water bladder, while resting, while thinking about how to retreat. As for these barbarians beside him? Without the order from the top to restrain them, why should I care about their death.
"General! Look south!"
Suddenly, a cry of alarm interrupted Quintus' contemplation. The Roman general turned his head to the left, only to see that inside the fortress, those wooden longhouses built by the Goths, one after another burst into flames! The fire was still spreading, and it would not be long before half of the sky was red. Countless old and weak women and children screamed, cried, wailed and ran to the northern wall!
"Force those people out, then burn the houses! Let those old and weak women and children be a burden to the Romans!" Peinhus, who arrived at the fortress, did not launch a charge at first, but instead plundered the Tungots' longhouses with the lizardmen and drove the barbarian civilians. Trying to play a sheep-driving tactic. The Roman's unbreakable formation like an iron wall, and then launch a general attack.
But before that, you have to eat something.
After the strenuous exercise, hungry centaurs, some lifted the fragile wooden board doors and squeezed into the barbarian longhouse. Amidst the terrified screams of the Goth barbarians, they gobbled up the scraps from the table, trying to recover their lost strength as fast as possible. Some simply broke into the corral, an axe to end the lives of those animals, grabbed the raw meat before fading and stuffed into their mouths, hot blood, dripping down their lockets all the way to the earth.
This is also considered one of the weaknesses of the centaur, after high-intensity consumption, but also must be high-intensity feeding.
The monsters hardly need to do any extra work. With their huge half-man, half-horse figures and the lizardmen's hideous, sharp teeth and fangs alone, they can scare the civilians out of their doors!
All of them, young and strong men, died in the battlefield in the south, or followed the dueling warriors and fled to the capital. All the rest were too weak to fight, and could not even hold the kitchen knife and stick of the old and weak women and children, can only watch the monster rummage, looking for a large pile of candles, lamp oil, torches, their hard work to build their homes to the torch!
"Hiss--" looking at the burning sea of fire in the south, and hundreds and thousands of frightened civilians swarming around, Kuntuchus sucked in a breath of cold air, how long has it been! Asana more than two thousand people, and the fucking defeat? Didn't they say there were only forty horses and less than a thousand lizardmen on the other side? The Donggoths' martial virtue is a worry.
If he was forced to think of a method of retreat before, now Quintus Truss is really trying to get out of there!
"Soldiers! Listen to me! The latest news has come from the Court of the Dove Whisperer! Sassanid Persia has launched a new attack on the Empire! The Empire has abandoned all activities on the Gredinian Peninsula! All retreat! We return to Constantinople! Prepare to engage in battle with the Demonborn!!!" The Roman general gritted his teeth and quickly, in Latin, yelled out the imperial order he had just heard.
"Retreat? Where are we retreating to?" A crossbowman asked in surprise.
"The south! Didn't that druid say that the monsters landed from the southern coastline? Let's follow the coastline all the way to kill them! Recapture the ships!" Kuntuchus quickly walked down the walls with the remaining five mages and more than fifty crossbowmen.
"But there are thousands of women and children over here! Are you going to abandon them?" Another tired battle mage, straightening his thin body from the warm, soft arms of the barbarian girl, revealed a shocked look, also in Latin, and spoke incredulously.
"Damn, we've been here less than a week and you've got yourself a concubine!" Kuntuchus gave them both a disgusted look. "You want the brothers to give their lives and protect the barbarian pussy you found at random? Impossible! Either you boys abandon her and hurry up and come with us, or you stay here alone and get eaten alive by monsters along with this girl! Everyone! Retreat immediately to the south while the fire is still low! Hurry up! Hurry! Quickly!!!"
"Did something happen?" The unknown barbarian girl, looking at the Roman general with a furious look on her face, cringed and wrapped her arms around the mage's left arm, asking carefully in the common tongue.
"Be at ease, I will protect you." Feeling the wonderful touch coming from his arm, gazing at his lover's beautiful young face, in recalling the charming time the two had spent ------ mage's brain was instantly taken over by hormones. Under the contemptuous gaze of Kuntuchus, stubbornly stood still and gently stroked his partner's golden hair. Watching his commander and fellow soldiers, neatly withdrawn to the south!
"WAAAGH!!!"
Just as the two were in love, the terrifying war cry of the greenskins came from the north once again! The savage, rude roar rose in waves. The half-elf mage twitched his long, pointed ears - a hideous war cry, interspersed with the whistling wind caused by the flapping of his flesh wings!
Greenskin orcs, about to launch their twelfth attack!
An endless cold sweat instantly wet the mage's shirt. He felt his empty spell space, in looking at the canal that piles up like a mountain of monster corpses, and then look at his comrades who are getting farther and farther away, an invisible great fear, instantly overwhelmed everything!
"The pro ------ dear, worthless lizardmen, are fighting from the south, General Quintuchus gathered all his troops and decided to crush those lizardmen first! Before coming back to start a showdown with the greenskins!" The half-elf barely managed to squeeze out a smile. In the common language trembling to say. "I ------ me, I'm going to fight too! Protect yourself! I'll be right back! I swear!"
"Mmm, good." The barbarian girl smiled sweetly, showing two sweet dimples, stood on tiptoe, crimson vermilion lips, and gently nodded at the mage's lips. "I'll wait for you to come back."
"I ------" listened to the roar of the orcs wildly shouting hearty battle, looking at the mesmerizing face of his lover, the mage's breathing became more and more rapid and disorderly, and his delicate face was covered with sweat. His desperate heart produced a momentary wavering and struggle, then, and disappeared in the greenskin rowdy battle roar!!!
The half-elf bit his lips, handsome face, instantly regained his bland appearance, bent down, gently kissed the girl on the lips, turned backwards with determination, and ran wildly south with the fastest speed ever! At the same time hissing loudly in Latin!
"Wait for me! General Quintuchus!!!"
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Pinehurst and Hister, who did not expect the Romans to concentrate all their forces, simply abandoned the city and fled. They were taken by surprise, and the thick and short crossbows and heavy javelins, like a rain of death that covered the sky, whistled across the cold night sky and covered their heads!
Five hundred or so legionnaires wearing heavy lockets and blood-colored cloaks, as if a wave of terror made of crimson blood, washing over the tall bodies of the monsters, as if destroying, drowning and killing a bunch of scattered monster soldiers, rushed out of the burning town, assembled into a circular turtle formation, warriors and priests in the outer ring, crossbowmen and mages in the inner ring, along the coastline, methodically retreated to the south!
"Abandon ship! Take the chief and run! Run as far as you can!"
Pinehurst was flawed and wanted to crack. Panic to use [communication art] to notify the ship's centaur soldiers. Take the ironclad fearless to try to delay the Roman legions!
This is definitely the most stifling battle the pale centaurs have ever had. The range of the Romans' heavy crossbows was not inferior to their own compound longbows. However, their tortoise formation was able to bounce off the few flint arrows they had left. The opposing crossbowmen were stockpiling a lot of ammunition and were constantly shooting rounds of terrifying arrows that could penetrate even chain mail!
A heavy-armed, fearless man, covered in crossbow wounds and with a violent disposition, roaring the name of the god of nature and community, wielding a huge axe in his hand, tried to storm the Roman tortoise formation, but before he could reach the tip of the enemy's spear, he was shot by dozens of javelins and turned into a bloody hedgehog!
"Retreat!"
Pinehurst, who had two or three crossbow arrows running through his waist and arms and was in a bit of a mess, watched as the heavily armored fearless moved the chief out of the double-decker paddleboat and withdrew into the distance, and then stopped chasing after the main battalion of the Roman legions who were steadily attacking rather than retreating in defeat. Watching them grab a sailor, slaves, all killed to the last oarship, slowly sailed away to the west.
Forget it, forget it, the flaw doesn't cover up the fact that a little setback doesn't disguise a victory!
"The Romans are defeated! Rejoice! Brothers! Victory belongs to the Blood Rage Clan!!!" Exasperated, Peinhus pulled out the crossbow beam that ran through his left shoulder and yelled up to the sky. "Move! Bring in all the clansmen outside the walls! The Promised Land, with its rich water and grass and mountains of livestock, awaits our visit!"