Chapter 66: Abhors
Pinehurst skillfully put on a soft and comfortable deerskin top. Using a basin of water as a mirror, he righted his sorcery crown cast in gold, and with the help of several slaves, tied two loops of tough straps with a large number of bone hooks for the lower half of the pale horse, so as to hang the huge axe, which was one meter long, on the left side of his torso.
The right side of the belt is also made of countless strong bone hooks, hanging a small bag of heavy javelins the thickness of a child's arm - Kulonian imitation of the Roman heavy javelin successful, slender conical spikes, elegant streamlined body, heavy counterweight ball all together. However. The head of the marauders did not change these javelins into disposable.
Unlike the Roman Empire, the Blood Fury clan did not have the manpower, material resources, and repeatedly repair the javelin.
Immediately after, the pale centaur took the Roman short sword that he had acquired when he crossed over and strapped it to the right side of his belt as a dagger. Behind the body of the human 0 class, diagonally across a large and two small, a total of three animal skin sewn brown arrow bag. And in the left side of the belt hung an additional special arrow pouch, left hand tightly grasping a composite longbow made of purple shirt wood, the whole is armed.
The large arrow bag carried on the back of the human body contained thirty ordinary flint arrows. Two more pocket-sized animal skin bags, respectively, contained ten flint rockets wrapped in oil cloth, and ten whistling dysprosium carved from the white bone.
And the special arrow pouch on the left side of the belt contains a full thirty arrows with incomparably thick and slender shafts, and tapered iron arrows whose clusters have just been successfully forged by the clan.
Magnus yawned widely and reluctantly fluttered a pair of bloody flesh wings and landed gently on top of the warlock's sheepskin canopy. Watch the pale centaur gently pull open the curtain of the tent. Revealed outside that in the radiant sunrise shine, a blue million hectares of pale grass sea, countless covered with dewdrops of fat pasture grass, has extended to the end of the view.
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Painehurst stepped gently on the soft dirt, walking alone among hundreds of spire tents. The centaurs who started their day's work nearby greeted themselves with respectful tones.
Countless captive slaves, also under the supervision of the clan, herded cattle and sheep, tended livestock, gathered food. And also to complete some of the sweeping, logging, fetching water, cooking and other hard work - these plundered a large number of labor, so that the clan members can be completely freed from the endless labor running around. Allowing them more time to recuperate or hone their combat and craft skills.
The warriors, led by Luga, also used the clay near the stream, and solid stone, rebuilt three simple but strong furnaces. They can ask for a lot of slaves from their own, divided into several groups, taking turns squeezing the bellows made of animal skin, twenty-four hours to the furnace inside the oxygen, to ensure that the furnace of the terrible temperature of the blazing fire, has been maintained at a level sufficient to melt the metal.
There are also some slave laborers, carrying iron ore plundered by centaurs, and some hoes, scythes and other iron farm tools, mixed with a certain ratio of charcoal, dumped into the hot furnace.
Under the incessant labor of the slaves, the Blood Fury clan was able to refine three batches of red-burned, sponge-like soft iron every day, and Luga and his part-time blacksmith warriors took shifts, day and night. The iron from the furnace was quickly heated, forged and hammered into a sharp, slender conical arrow clusters and spear tips.
Most heavily armored soldiers these days wear chainmail armor that is made of countless iron rings, densely connected together. Therefore, this kind of thin and sharp tapered arrow cluster is more likely to pass through the hollow iron rings of the chain armor and sink deep into the enemy's body.
And the marauders of Kulonia, also in three shifts, constantly scouted and watched for nearby wind and grass. This is not a vast and empty Asian and European steppe, but in the hinterland of a farming kingdom. The army of the Tungots could appear in front of their eyes at any moment.
Although, those barbarians from Nordic Gotland Island prefer to live by the sea and lead a compound life of farming, fishing and hunting. Own also according to each other's characteristics, temporarily stationed the camp in a deep sea of grass away from the coast. But it is better to be careful in all things.
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After walking for an unknown amount of time, Peinhus fetched some food from the food storage area and slowly came near the stables. The exquisitely beautiful Drow elves, still bound to the back of a fine steppe horse.
The six leather straps used to prevent the rider from falling are tied to Henneville's long, round legs, which have become the shackles that confine her to move. The red and attractive lips, also tightly wrapped by animal skin, cut off all her possibilities of casting spells, escape.
"Good morning, Miss Henneville." The pale centaur sighed and gently pulled away the animal skin covering her mouth. He personally picked up a piece of wheat bread baked by the Gothic barbarians and put it between her rosy lips. This warlock preferred bread, the traditional staple of farming civilizations, to the meat and cheese foods common among nomads.
"Ah, it is my lovely centaur student again, O for I am your teacher, give me a painful death. Let my soul, return to His dark and profound divine kingdom." Above Herniwell's exquisitely beautiful face, a pair of demonic purple eyes, which had long been clouded with gray shadows, stared intently at the acting chief in front of her. Incredibly weak, but unusually firm, said.
Although the centaurs of the Blood Fury Clan, under the orders of Peinhers, did not torture and make things difficult for this treacherous Drow who wanted to assassinate the chief, but, for half a month continuously tied to the back of a horse constantly migrating, and could not lie down to rest. The bones of the female warlock's body were going to be turned upside down by the horses.
"Can you change the set of words? Teacher." The pale horse sighed in a tangled way. The Draconic elves who were loyal to the Roman Empire in front of him wanted to kill all the clan members, including himself. If it were the usual, Henneville would have been cut down by the angry centaurs.
However, she is her own teacher! Teach and lead yourself to tap into the arcane power hidden inside your bloodline, but also help yourself to obtain Magnus - this magic pet, although timid and fearful, but also in times of crisis, several times to save their lives. Under the mix of love and hate, Peinhers looked at Henneville's frail and haggard delicate face and fell into a deep tangle.
"The clan is in ruins, and the druids are mostly dead and wounded. Everyone needs a spell caster to help us fight." Peinhus said slowly. "If you are willing to help me, I can forgive your crimes against the clan, provide warm and comfortable shelter, precious gold and silver, and even a certain degree of freedom."
"Our agreement is long over." Henneville chewed on the fluffy bread handed to her by her student and smiled contemptuously. "According to the contract, you must deliver me to the Legion's quarters."
"I kept my end of the bargain." Painehurst shrugged his shoulders. In a matter-of-fact way, he said. "Remember, two weeks ago, I took the horse at your crotch and personally led you into the fortress of Visimiris - that's where your legion is based. I fulfilled my promise! Then I took you down to the sea, made you look at the distant ships of the Romans, and ripped off your muzzle."
"And then what? Those Romans, listening to your hysterical ranting. With pitiful and helpless cries, no one will turn back to save you, no one!"
The pale centaur grabbed the smooth, rounded chin of the Drow elves and forced her to look into her deadly black pupils that looked like an abyss. "Accept the reality! Teacher, you have been abandoned by the Empire!"
"I ------" Henneville's shapely body slowly trembled. Inside the soft eyes, they also slowly flooded with crystal tears. Yes, it's been half a month! Alpharius' promised rescue was delayed, and after Kuntuchus returned to the empire, he did not bring back reinforcements! Could it be that one's own hall, a high-ranking warlock, had really been abandoned by the Legion, by the Empire?
"Acting Chief! Acting Chief!" Suddenly, a man-horse came excitedly from the distance. Like himself, he was carrying four arrow pouches, two large and two small. The clan had just resumed metal smelting, and nowadays, only the marauders with the best archery skills were equipped with iron arrows.
"What's wrong?"
"Acting Chief!" The marauders jumped to their feet with a leap of faith. "The men have found a group of scouts of stranger horses! And brought them back with them! According to these scouts, word of Clan Bloodrage's feat of attacking the fortress of Vichymiris has spread throughout the grasslands, and a large number of displaced brothers and sisters are approaching the Gredinian Peninsula!"
"Take your time and think about it."
Peinhus re-bound the Drow Elf's mouth. Following the clan members, he quickly made his way to the outside of the camp. Seven strange centaurs. Slowly in their own dark pupils more and more enlarged. The tips of the spears in their hands were made of iron! The head of the spear was as round and slender as a teardrop. The two sides of the open edge, even as a short sword slashing use. The horse in the middle was even carrying an incomparably huge iron-cast scythe that emitted golden sunlight.
Under the hooves of seven horses, also crouched a three-foot-long pitch-black giant rat, furry hideous face kept shaking from side to side, with a pair of bloodshot hideous eyes, viciously patrolling the nearby strangers and horses.
The pale centaur sized up the visitor carefully.
The head of the horse's coat color, is extremely rare dark green color. The human body's gray skin, but dull, like a long-dead stiff corpse, making people's bones creepy. A head of long, silky light green hair, was tied into countless tiny hair braids, neatly crawled all over the head, eventually converging on the back of the head, tied into a playful and lovely ponytail.
It seemed to hear a slight sound from his horse's hoof. Their leader, suddenly turned in the direction of Pinehurst, under the light green hair braid, clear, handsome gray face above. A pair of turquoise demonic eyes, like two bright and moving lakes, swirling with a surplus of autumn light, revealing a refreshing smile to himself.
"Ah! What a beautiful coat color, as white and flawless as ice and snow, exactly like the rumors. I guess, you are the spokesman of the Blood Fury Clan? I am the chief of the Withered Bones Clan: Abhors. I am a rank seven druid."
After hearing the green centaur's majestic and deep voice, Pinehurst's entire body froze in place.
He carefully consider the other side of the swan-like graceful and slender neck, and indeed found a round bulge: this long ponytail in front of you, the long than a woman are clear-cut centaur, is a man?
Chapter 67: God's Chosen Descendants
"Greetings, Chief Abhors, I am the acting chief of the Blood Fury Clan: Peinhus. Fourth level Warlock." Above the handsome face of the pale centaur, a formulaic smile emerged and politely spoke. These two weeks of endless plundering career, so that their own spellcasting level in the endless battle, once again to improve.
"Hmm, is this the Bloodrage Clan's camp? It's quite a bit smaller than expected." Abhors did not hide the surprise and disappointment in his eyes. Tossing a pale green hair braid tied into a ponytail, she looked around curiously. "There was a very powerful centaur clan that went to forcefully attack the human fortress before, but it came to a tragic end with a total loss of troops."
"Probably because everyone in our clan is the elite of the elite." Peinhus shrugged, proudly responding to his opponent's query.
"Oh... very confident." The turquoise centaur arched two good-looking eyebrows, looked him up and down twice, and spoke in an almost worshipful tone of reverence. "Let's see, I come for the descendants of Skerritt's Chosen One, and in her holy and noble name, I invite the Blood Fury Clan to return to Eategassam and rebuild our homeland on this land called Gredinian."
"Descendant of the Chosen One? Eategassam?" the pale centaur chewed on these two unfamiliar words silently in his mind, desperately trying to recall what they meant. In the past month, he had only barely mastered the common language. As for the Wooden language, which was the native language of the centaurs, it was limited to normal communication and conversation, and these few words were clearly beyond his own learning.
"Ah, all of you came here early in the morning, rushed all night, must be exhausted, right? Don't stand outside, come inside the warm and comfortable tent, let's sit down and discuss. I will have my men bring out the most fragrant milk wine and the fattest fresh meat to treat you all who have come a long way."
Although he did not understand the meaning of this statement, but as acting chief, Pinehurst absolutely cannot damage the image of blood rage by showing this ignorant look in front of the other clans.
So, he frowned, pretending to look like "I have to think about it", quickly changed the subject, the seven people warmly invited into the big tent of the proceedings. While letting the slaves prepare good food for them, while finding an excuse, quickly ran into the chief tent.
After all, he or she is a crossover and is far less knowledgeable about matters within the Centauri than the Christina sisters are.
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"What's the matter Mustang? In a hurry?" Inside the white and spacious tent, Christian gently plucked the strings of the lute, having more time to refine her playing skills after having a large number of slaves running around for a living.
"The Centaur Chief of the Deadbone Clan is here, and I am entertaining him." Peinhus spoke hastily. "He claims to have come as a descendant of the Skerritt Divine Chosen, inviting Clan Bloodfury to return to Eategassam - I don't quite understand these complicated words."
"Ah, Eategassam, that's an old name for the Centaur Kingdom." Christian stopped playing and raised his dark brown eyebrows in surprise. "What a living hell early in the morning, the ancient kingdom has long since collapsed and dissolved due to a series of natural disasters**, huh? There are actually people trying to rebuild it ------ Wait, did you just say Skerritt's divine selection?"
"That's right, followed by the word [descent]." Painehurst said indifferently.
"This can't be!" Christina, who was lying on the side, also opened her eyes wide in surprise. "In the history of the last thousand years, only one centaur has been crowned with such an honor! It was that Queen Tomelis who had beheaded the Demon Emperor. She still has descendants existing in the world? A fake one, right!"
The two sisters looked at each other intensely. The pale warlock grew up out of centaur society and had no idea of the importance of this message, but she both, however, understood the profound meaning it represented.
"Come on, I'll go talk to that chief myself." Christina slowly straightened herself up from the mattress, her weak body, which had not yet healed, and the human attendant nearby, strained to lift the Chimera battle armor of the Blood Fury chief. Carefully draped on the rouge blazing horse, the graceful and elegant blood-colored body above.
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Seven centaurs were devouring the food on the table. As one of the first clans to enter Gredinian and plunder, the Blood Rage is now rich. A large number of robbed chickens, ducks, pigs and dolphins can be slaughtered at will. The golden grease, like a stream of water flowing on the crispy surface of the meat - but the clan of the dead bones, almost biting off their tongues.
"Mmm, delicious!" Abhors gnawed on the roasted leg of lamb sprinkled with sea salt and was moved to tears. "The white disaster can starve us all, the last time we ate meat was half a month ago!"
"If it is not enough to eat, I will have the humans roast a few more chickens and ducks. If you lack livestock, I can also sell you cattle and sheep at a fair price." Surrounded by a white and a black centaur, Christina, clad in Chimera battle armor and holding a giant axe, was like a heroic female god of war who stepped out of a painting, and under the dumbfounded gaze of seven people, she proudly walked inside the tent and smiled gently at the clans of the Dead Bones.
"Ah, I suppose the two of you are the twin daughters of Chief Anna. I used to see her gloriously superb when I was young. But you are even better than her." Abhors gracefully nodded his head to the rouge blazing horse in acknowledgement.
"Let's dispense with the polite talk." Christina also did not want to beat around the bush with him. Open the door and say. "You have come all the way here to ask me to hand over the power in my hands, to hand over more than a thousand clansmen, to the hands of that God's chosen descendant?"
"No, no, no, the honored descendant of God's chosen one does not want to meddle in everyone's internal affairs and deprive us of our leadership power. Otherwise I would have run away long ago, not to hang out with her." Abhos scrambled to wave his hand to dispel Christina's doubts. "She just wants everyone to unite together. We can get along normally during the day, and in times of war, when one family is in trouble, the rest of the clans will help out and get through the crisis together."
"You see, the local human family is big, and still petty as hell. To the north, there have been dozens of monster clans that have flooded into the ruined Visimiris Fortress - I'm not going to lie to you, but today the Perekopland Narrows has turned into a hell of death covered with blood and corpses. Wars for land, food, resources, and big and small have broken out in every corner of the north, and all the monsters are fighting in a heap. The monsters fleeing the White Plague are too numerous, and the land suitable for survival is too small. This turmoil and unrest, sooner or later, will ripple through the safe territory of Gredinni.
The Centauri clans, after experiencing the White Plague, are weakened beyond measure. How many soldiers does the Blood Rage clan have today? How can you defend yourselves in case of a war? Therefore, we must unite to form a war overall. Only then can we survive this crisis. We will be able to continue our race."
Looking at the silent three, Abhors tilted his neck, drained the milk wine from the cranial bone bowl, moistened his dry throat and continued to speak. "Golden Crawler, Wind Howler, Thunder Spear, Night Cry ------ plus my withered bones, with your side's blood fury. There are fully thirteen clans of centaurs, large and small, that will go hand in hand! Together, we are assembled enough to put together tens of thousands of terrifying warriors to ride over this turquoise sea of grass at the same time!
Imagine what a glorious and glorious spectacle that will be! Together, we will proudly crush all of our enemies! We will even become the new masters of this fertile grassland! A bright future awaits all the clansmen!"
"If it is true, as you say, that it is only a relationship of mutual collaboration, without interfering in the internal politics of the clan. Then, I, Anna's daughter, Blood Rage, Clan Chief: Christina. Under the watchful eye of the gods of nature and community, I am willing to join your alliance."
The rouge blazing horse thought for a moment and solemnly and solemnly made a vow. "However, as you can see, I was slightly injured during the attack on the fortress, and I will only be able to visit your so-called chosen descendant of God and formally sign the covenant when I recover from my injuries."
"As you wish." The turquoise centaur let out a long breath of relief. He came over with a quiet face. "Then, please ask my clan, can be temporarily stationed near your camp? We have all lost a lot, and in case we meet a raid from humans, or other monsters, we can take care of each other."
"No problem. The Blood Fury Clan welcomes you." Christina said generously.
Chapter 68: Misfortune arises
Horus sat on top of the rock-built battlements, scratching the top of his bare head in annoyance. A pair of blood-colored eyes, emitting a creepy killing glow.
Hell, the situation in the Eastern Gothic Kingdom has deteriorated to such an extent that Viserius is still unwilling to release his brothers and sisters! Still think we are cursed and fallen beasts, not blessed sons chosen by the gods! Had he not been the righteous son of the previous king, in charge of the vast majority of the army. If it were not for the fact that he was the rightful son of the former king and was in charge of most of the army, and was able to maintain his sanity after his bestial transformation, I'm afraid he would have been shackled and locked up in the darkness of the earth, with his brothers and sisters who once fought alongside him, slowly decaying into a pile of dry bones in the prison.
Looked at the city streets that were becoming more and more depressed and desolate because of the king's forced conscription. The handsome bald man heaved a sigh, the hesitation, struggle and slowly disappeared from his eyes, and the whole man gently jumped off the high city wall and instantly disappeared into the depths of the sea of grass.
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Covered in bone accessories, Chief Goruk salivated as he looked at the human being in front of him. As a 12-foot-tall, 1,000-pound ogre sorcerer, he remains curious about everything that is alive and kicking in front of him - for example, this self-proclaimed "messenger" in front of him. What is the taste of the bald male in black robes?
"State your intentions, human." The ogre chief gulped. "What exactly do you wish to pray for, coming alone to the greatest and greatest of all, Gorlok?"
"I have come to show you a great feast," Horus said softly as he pulled out a roll of brand new parchment. "Here is a detailed map of the capital of the Eastern Gothic Kingdom: Chersonissus, and its fortification. I can also open the gates of the city for your clan - so that you, too, can dine in the interior of that great city with a population of tens of thousands."
Gauruk raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect the other party to say such words.
"Indeed, my clan is very short of food. The surrounding monsters are no soft touch either. Rashly attacking will only result in heavy losses. By the countless scavengers around to take advantage of the situation. But - who am I to attack that stone piled city?"
"Because, this is my order!" Horus lifted his black cloak, revealing his bald head above a pair of ghastly eyes filled with all kinds of negative emotions of anger, killing and hatred. Just a glance, it will be the powerful ogre wizard in front of you, scared out of a cold sweat!
Under the terrified gaze of Goreuk, only to see the tall, sturdy body of the man in black, with an incredible speed expanded more than double. The black cloak will be cracked into countless pieces of broken pieces of coupling. The surface of the rock-like solid muscles, instantly full of hard and slender pale green hair like steel needles, the whole body bones, also because of the violent change in form and creaking! A pair of broad palms, the growth of soft flesh cushions, and hidden in the hair of the nails, also quickly elongated and swollen, into ten razor-like sharp and terrifying bone claws!
And his bare head, once again covered by dense hair, flat mouth protruded forward, turning into a hideous wolf's kiss full of sharp teeth and dripping with horrible saliva!
Damn! This was no ordinary hybrid werewolf! His furry wolf face was exceptionally evil and vicious. The blood-colored beast pupils, which were as hideous and distorted as the devil's, were even more full of ghastly and cruel bloodthirsty killing intent. The pale green athletic body is eight feet tall, which is definitely not the size of an ordinary werewolf!
"God damned beastly people!!! Guards! Guards! Don't let him near me! I don't want to catch that damn virus!" Goreuk at this moment where there is still the chief's stance, he was in front of the incomparable ferocity of the hybrid werewolf, frightened to the ground, all over the bone sculpture swayed from side to side, hitting together, emitting a crisp ringing sound.
In the face of great fear, the ogre wizard even forgot how to walk, relying on his two sturdy arms, while bracing himself against the solid ground, while squirming his huge bloated buttocks, frantically moving backwards, at this moment, he just wanted to get as far away from the huge pale green werewolf in front of him as possible!
Damn! Ogres are large giants and are within the range of infection of this bestial virus! Just one bite from the guy who has turned into a ferocious wolf in front of you, and you will suffer the same torture and curse as him!
Only a madman would want to fight with such a plague!
"Oh my God! The bestial man!" The other bloated, fat ogres also sucked in a breath of cold air, and instead of backing up the chief, they subconsciously took two steps back, farther and farther away from the huge, hideous and horrible wolf that looked like a demon.
In the eyes of humanoids and giant creatures, the bestial man is like a pus-ridden, foul-smelling infected patient, making people fearful, disgusted, and simply afraid to come into contact with him for fear of catching the same plague and curse as him!
"Ahhhhhh!"
Looked like a demon in front of the hideous, horrible, eyes flashing blood-colored cold wolf, a pair of long and athletic sharp claws, closer and closer to their own, high Luke issued a series of panicked miserable scream, panic to extend their own constantly trembling thick right arm, in the center of the fat palm, the convergence of a winter storm wrapped in ice and frost.
Along with the condensation of the spell, the surrounding temperature continues to fall down, and even let the ogre hide blue skin on the beads of sweat the size of a soybean, condensed into tiny ice chips.
Chief Frosttooth gritted his teeth, his huge right palm, and pushed forward viciously, causing the frosty snowball to instantly explode! The violent arcane energy turned into a flood of ice that covered the sky, the bitter wind wrapped in a dense frost, whistling, crumbling, angrily rushing forward out! Tearing the brown ground, freezing the green grass, like a massive avalanche of death, instantly submerged the pale green wolves!
"Ho--"
The frost and snow that flew in the sky, a ghastly low roar filled with bloody killing intent came out. The ogre sorcerer, also does not think a spell, can stop the opponent's advance, he just want to use the sky flying frost and snow, briefly obscure the enemy's vision!
Goreuk right hand cast a cold ice cone the moment, fat thick left hand, also pinched out a comical gesture, so that his huge body of Tibetan blue, in the moonlight gradually distorted, deformed, slowly disappeared in front of the eyes of the crowd.
"Invisibility? This is your means of saving your life? Chief Goreuk? That disgusting stench on you, no matter how far apart you are, I can easily smell it!" The pale green werewolf stepped out of the frost unharmed, twitched his black wet nose twice, and snarled loudly with incomparable arrogance.
Seeing no response from the other side, the bestial man was like a ghastly specter, rushing forward with a ghastly speed that a crowd of ogres could not catch, waving a huge furry sharp claw and slowly closing in on the front. "Got it? Ogre? I'm not making a deal with you, I'm ordering you around. What other questions do you have now?!"
"No problem! No problem! Promise! I promise!"
Although I don't know what the other side is planning, but attacking human cities and plundering more food and wealth is indeed beneficial to their own clan. Forced to a dead end by the sharp wolf claws, Gauruk quickly broke away from his invisible state. The pale green werewolf's dagger-like, cold, moonlight-bright, fierce claws hovered just above his fat, bloated throat!
"Very well, I'll wait for your good news. You see, in this matter, both of us can gain great benefits."
The pale green werewolf slowly straightened up his robust, sturdy and hideous body from the mountain of navy blue meat. Throwing the map of Chesonisus's deployment in his hand, on the chief's face, the whole wolf, like an invisible ghost, slowly disappeared into the night under the fearful, disgusted gaze of a crowd of ogres.
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"Viserius, I'm curious, just how long can your 2,000 or so Tungot soldiers last in the hands of the ogres?" The hybrid werewolf slowly regained his human form in a hidden place. The dark green lush hair, retracted back inside his sturdy and sturdy muscles, razor-sized sharp teeth and claws, also slowly returned to normal size, in the bright moonlight, returned to a like a marble sculpture, sturdy and handsome bald male.
"When I corner you with the help of monsters, will you be reduced to ogre dung, or will you free my dear brothers and sisters?"
Chapter 69: The Rise of Horus (above)
The parchment Horus handed to the ogre chief contained a wealth of detailed information in the common tongue about Sonisos. Including, but not limited to, a planar map of the capital, the distribution of the strength of the garrison army within the city, the patrol routes of small groups of cavalry outside the city ------ and even several food storage points marked in the city! This unlucky parchment was instantly moistened by a large pool of sticky liquid.
Fortunately, the Pale Green Wolf King had the foresight to use magic to reinforce over the paper and font.
In order to verify the reliability of this map, five hundred large-bellied ogres quietly ambushed the Gothic cavalry patrol route, patiently waiting for the enemy to fall into the trap. The monsters first threw a seven-foot-long sharpened log as thick as a human body as a javelin! Directly on the terrified barbarian cavalry, smashing a mass of scarlet red blood mist mixed with a lot of broken flesh!
A barbarian cavalryman happened to be stabbed in the chest cavity by a log. The sturdy ribs and spine were instantly blown to pieces by the terrifying force. The sharp tip of the log penetrated his soft flesh and blood internal organs, and the overly thick log directly tore his thin body into two bloody pieces, falling into a crimson, bloody lake.
Immediately after, these ten-foot tall obese giants, with enough to make everything tremble at an appalling pace, from all sides, rushed to the Gothic cavalry betrayed by friendly troops, thick arms, wielding a thick trunk that broke off all the branches, using them as a two-handed club, will fall into great fear of the Gothic barbarians, with centaurs smashed into a puddle of bloody, broken flesh!
Seeing a few remaining cavalry try to escape to report, the ogres once again threw a human used as a wooden wall of sharpened logs, even if not pierced, but also deeply rooted in the ground in front of the cavalry, instantly formed a dense jungle of logs, narrow gaps, so that the huge horses can not pass.
The Gothic barbarians had to turn their horses, but by now, the ogres were already rushing in front of them with great force! Huge ugly humanoid head, a burst of deafening roar like thunder, thick arms, swung round a full two, three meters long huge trunk, wrapped in the people can not even move a finger of the terrifying wind pressure, the fragile flesh and blood of the cavalry, ravaged, squeezed, beaten into pieces of bloody corpses.
This is not a battle at all, but a bloody massacre!
"Time! Location! The number of humans matches perfectly! That bestial werewolf, the information he gave us was correct!" Chief Goruk casually grabbed a smashed horse and viciously tore off a chunk of chewy, fresh tendon. Rolling blood flowed down his Tibetan blue body tied with pale skeletons, from his chest to the back of his feet. "Keep moving south! A gourmet feast awaits us in the human city!"
"Yummy! Yummy!!!"
The entire 500 huge and hideous ogres, shaking their fat and bloated bellies, quickly approaching Chessonisus. The terrifying sound made by those thousand huge paws trampling the earth at the same time was enough to make the sky tremble!
The 500 or so ten feet tall, like a bloated giant of ugly monsters, with a similar human dark yellow skin. Hair is also mostly brown. They are covered with a layer of flexible leather armor. Left shoulder carrying a pine trunk almost as tall and thick as they are.
And behind these monsters, there were a hundred extremely otherworldly special ogres: the color of their skin, between light blue and light cyan. Their skin color, between light blue and light cyan. The body emits a ghastly and eerie aura. The body was decorated with a large number of white bones and skeletal ornaments with flowers.
Among the ogre species, there is a subspecies called [ogre wizard]. Their biggest feature is that their skin shows a sickly blue-cyan color. The hair is pitch black or dark brown in color. Compared to their sturdy and huge cousins, these blue fatties have more intellectual wisdom. They are also more cunning and suspicious, and have the ability to cast spell-like spells. The strongest ogre sorcerers have even awakened to the profession of warlock!
What's even more frightening is that they also possess a degree of regenerative ability.
And clustered around the six hundred ogres was a vast, endless sea of gnomes, pulling and pushing in groups of several dozen, a primitive vehicle laden with supplies and chipped logs. -- These greedy, cowardly little things are spread throughout the Asian and European grasslands, and by virtue of their superb reproductive ability, firmly occupy the grasslands' most inferior predator ecological niche. Active among a large number of clans.
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Chessonisus
A round of bright convex moon, slowly climbing out of the dark and deep surface of the Black Sea, for the city sprinkled a large like a satin-like illusory, beautiful silver light. The surface of the moon has most of the area, can be observed by the naked eye. Only a small piece of the west, still sunk in an incomparable black void - a few days, I'm afraid it is the full moon season.
The guard in charge of the night shift stared out of breath at the moon phase in the east. Slowly calculating the time. Suddenly, a ghastly noise coming slowly from the north interrupted his thoughts.
"What's that noise?" A conscript dressed in cloth and carrying a spear and wooden shield asked, puzzled.
"It's too dark, I can't see." Another warrior, clad in leather armor and wielding a sharp axe and round shield, faced north and squinted hard, seeing nothing but darkness under the illumination of the torches at the top of the city.
"It should be fine, this is located in the southwest corner of the peninsula, far from those monsters in the north." Another archer in leather armor, listening to the north like a monstrous wave like continuous, and increasingly violent horrible sound, sweat-stained left hand, trembling pulled out the waist of the long bow.
"What's more, the king spilled so many patrolling cavalrymen outside! They didn't report any enemy information, huh?"
"Stop the bickering! Prepare for battle!" Suddenly, a barbarian soldier wearing lockets and the appearance of a chief, nervously drew the iron longsword at his waist. "The patrol cavalry didn't return on time today, something might have happened! You guys, go to the barracks and wake up all the brothers and gather them. Eka, you climb down the wall and make sure the gates are closed tight."
"As ordered."
The soldier sighed, took a deep look at the soon-to-be-completed phases of the moon, picked up a blazing torch, and hurried down the stairs to the city walls. Turning into the canal of the city gate: a huge black shadow, instantly exposed to his eyes!
"Don't move! It's so late, what are you doing sneaking around at the city gate!"
Eka quickly threw the torch to his left hand. The right hand pulled out an iron axe from his waist and cautiously approached the other side.
"Calm down, soldier. I'm patrolling near the city walls." The man in black calmly removed his hood, revealing a handsome bald head in the dim light of the torches. The inside of the eyes were covered with hideous blood, almost staining the pupils of one pair of eyes, completely into the face of blood that touched the eyes.
"General Horus." Icka let out a long breath of relief. Re-straddled his hand axe back into his belt. But the moment he relaxed, the bald man in black robes in front of him, took a big step forward, and with a swift, right hand, he drew the sharp sword at his waist and precisely slashed the soldier's neck! The fragile flesh and tendons, strong cervical vertebrae bones, by a horrible cold mane, neatly cut into two! In the air burst a fleeting cloud of blood blossom! Stained with Horus' black robe!
"Your corpse will become the cornerstone for the kingdom to rise again." Horus silently retrieved the sword at his waist, and without a tremor in his sturdy arm, he steadily pulled open the heavy wooden door!
"Ogre! A large number of ogres have appeared in the north!" The defenders of the city walls finally saw the monster in full view in the darkness of the night. Let out a terrified scream!
But it was too late! At this moment, the allied army of ogres and goblins had already appeared at the foot of the city walls, and the monsters gave Horus a fearful glance and poured into the city like a flood that had broken its banks! The deafening bloodthirsty roar completely broke the profound silence under the Ying convex moon.
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"What's going on!" The deafening clamor in the streets rang out. It woke the King of Eastern Gothic: Viserius from his sleep. He scrambled to put on the dragon scale armor he inherited from his father, grabbed the Axe of Mourning and rushed out of his bedroom, only to get a result that made his brain spin around, his legs unstable, and his whole body almost fell down inside the royal palace.
"I wonder who opened the gates of the city? Thousands of ogres and goblins have rushed into Chessonisus?"
Looking at the anxious servant in front of him. Veselius stabilized his emotions and organized his affairs in an orderly manner. "Everyone! Gather in the inner castle! Lock all the doors! The commander! Assemble the troops at the barracks! Lance guards! Come with me to the battle! The Gredinian Book and the Eastern Gothic!"
"The Gredinian belongs to the Eastern Gothic!"
The two warring parties were bathed in the dream-like, beautiful silvery glow of the Ying Convex Moon and engaged in an unusually bloody alley battle in the inner streets. The Eastern Goths were surprised to find that these monsters were familiar with the intricate streets and alleys of the city! Barbarian infantry formed an impermeable shield wall in the narrow streets, and neatly wielded hand axes chopped up the filthy, ugly head of a goblin. Archers climbed onto the rooftops of tall buildings and shot a deadly arrow at the enemy at their feet.
And some goblins with projectile ropes and short bows, guided by Horus' map, climbed up the towers in the fallen area, wielding a thin rope and drawing a crude short bow full! And an ogre, shot into a hedgehog by an archer, let out a bloodthirsty roar of annoyance! He raised his thick tree trunk high above his head with both hands and smashed it to death against the seemingly impenetrable wall of flesh and blood shield in front of him!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The first blow, the fragile wooden shield was instantly smashed in pieces, the shield-bearer's left arm bones, broken at every turn!
The second time, the sturdy trunk of the tree smashed viciously on top of the Tungot's iron helmet! Five or six skulls were directly smashed deformed human, on the spot seven orifices bleeding, limp paralyzed to the ground!
For the third time, the ogre flattened its stake and charged directly into the inside of the falling apart shield wall! The immensely thick and huge trunk, like a terrifying siege hammer, made countless poor humans whose bodies were smashed and twisted out of shape, dragging a shocking bloody arc, and were slammed into the high night sky by the monster!
"Pfft!"
Just when the ogre looked at the barbarian soldiers scattered in two sets, complacent, the tower next to him, instantly shot out five sharp conical iron arrows, three hit his ugly face, two directly pierced the ogre's eyes, deep into the inside of his skull! Let the horrible monster in front of him, let out an incomparable miserable wail!
Under the soft silver light of the convex moon, the Eastern Goths relied on a street and a tower to snipe the incoming enemy. Every meter the ogres moved forward came at a great cost! The entire street was filled with broken corpses, a large area of uneven ground, hoarding a scarlet lake filled with blood!
Chapter 70: The Rise of Horus (Medium)
"Bring in more javelins! Quickly!!!"
Two huge, scarred ogres, sitting on their asses, trying to huddle their massive bodies behind a narrow wall so as to avoid the barbarians' terrifying long-range strikes - several spellcasters and archers, stationed in the towers ahead. With the help of narrow alleys, four ogres and countless weak goblins were destroyed in succession.
The face-basin-sized fireball, one after another smashed on top of the hideous faces of their compatriots, exploding hundreds of radiant to the extreme flame meteors, blazing fire, spewing everywhere in the narrow interior of the alleyway. Countless monster fur, clothing by the hideous blaze ignited. The living was burned into a pitch-black charcoal.
"Huge allies! Javelin! Javelin!"
Covered by a dense rain of arrows, the goblins pushed a cart and brought in a dozen logs with sharpened tips under the desperate goth archers' gaze. The two ogres looked at each other, grabbed a corpse with their left hands to block the vital points at the throat and chest, and grabbed a thick log with their right hands to meet the rain of arrows. Once again, they threw it viciously at the crumbling and broken tower!
"Boom! BOOM!!!"
Two huge logs, cutting an elegant arc in the air, tearing through the cold night sky, one after the other, hit hard on top of the wall of the spire with a thousand holes. After two consecutive terrifying blows, the wooden tower immediately in a creaking sound, and constantly tilted to the south, slowly tearing the ogre smashed wooden beams, with countless panicked screams of despair, together with the skew, collapse, fell to the ground, raising a large dust!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ogres and goblins immediately rushed out of their shelters, trampling on the charred corpses of their compatriots, and strutted to the south!
But at that moment, a group of elite warriors, completely different from the ordinary soldiers, suddenly appeared in front of the monsters.
They wear iron cast horn helmets on their heads. Wearing heavy scale armor, around their necks, a linen cloak as blue as the sea was tied. The left arm was strapped with a delicate and small wooden round shield, so that both hands could be freed to hold a total of six meters long super lance. One hundred lance forbidden guards were well-trained and lined up in a neat super lance square. A hundred six-meter lances overlapped densely, like a strict and orderly steel jungle, instantly in the ogre's huge body, stabbed countless blood holes!
The endless scarlet blood, emitting the sound of gurgling streams, slowly dripped to the ground along the ogre's huge, fat, dirty **.
The ultra-long-lance soldiers can rely on the length of their weapons to create a situation where they have the advantage of fighting more than one. Inside the narrow alleyway, only two ogres, or eight or nine soldiers can stand side by side at the same time. However, there were five rows of more than forty soldiers, who could simultaneously wield the super lance in their hands and work together with their teammates in the front row to stab the ogre's body!
The monsters' efforts just now were instantly turned into an illusory bubble. The lance forbidden guards who were reputed to be invincible head-on. Stepping on the corpses of ogres with a thousand holes, holding flat a five-meter-long super-long spear, they were invincible in the alleyway where there was no need to worry about the danger on either flank! They pierced through the wretched bodies of the monsters fleeing, stepped in enough blood to drown their ankles, and pushed the battle line back towards the north again.
Then ------ the lance banshee saw two ogre wizards covered in pale blue.
Two thick light blue arms, cohesion of two creepy frost energy, blue fat people put fat hands forward gently pushed, two furious bitter wind. Wrapped in dense ice frost and snow, whistling, crumbling, angrily rushing forward out! It was like two superimposed, sky-blinding avalanches of death, scrambling into the narrow alleyway, instantly flooding the lance forbidden guards.
When the snow and ice dispersed, more than a hundred forbidden guards exposed face and hands, has long become as white as the snow and ice, stiff. The harsh low temperature deprived them of most of the heat, some, even in the biting cold and the horror of frostbite in shock fainted.
"Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"
Wielding a hideous nailhead hammer, Chief Goruk commanded his army to crush the cold, stiff skeletons of the Ostrogoths. The nail-headed hammer consisted of a one-meter-long wooden handle with a single nail. The nailhead hammer consisted of a wooden handle a meter long, with a spiked ball. To an ordinary human, it appeared to be a huge two-handed weapon. To the 10-foot-tall ogre wizard, it looked more like a hideous and evil baton.
Hell, this street has been completely blocked by the horrible piles of corpses piled up on both sides after repeated changes of hands between humans and monsters!
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"King Visilius!" Just as a small half of the city fell into a bloody and cruel battlefield, countless broken corpses, piled up in the streets of the city, Horus mingled among the soldiers and ran in stride to the King of Tungote.
"The battle ahead is at a disadvantage! Please consider my proposal from several days ago to release my brothers and sisters! Right now, only they have a strong enough battle force to help you through this crisis!"
"But they are a virus, a plague!" Vesilius shook his head firmly. "The contagiousness of the bestial virus is too terrible! And once they are provoked, these monsters turn into outright, beasts without an ounce of sanity! Bestialized people who can maintain their self-will like you are far too rare!"
"So, do you think that these scarce soldiers in front of you can protect the city under the ogres? Even if we win, what can we do? Nearly a third of the villages in Gredinian were completely destroyed by the monsters! And you want to leave your father's elite lance guards here to be consumed in a meaningless battle?
So, what exactly do you want to do to revive the kingdom of the Eastern Goths? Do you really want to huddle in the city and live in isolation? Sitting back and watching those centaurs, orcs, and goblins in the north ------ ravage the fertile land that my father and I have worked so hard to lay down?"
At the end of his speech, Horus completely abandoned the honorific title of king. He slowly straightened up his large and sturdy body. A pair of blood-covered horror pupils, angrily looking directly at his brother like the sea blue deep eyes. And the other side, also unafraid to look at himself.
"Does it mean that in your heart, imprisoning my brothers and sisters is more important than saving your people who are suffering under the monsters? Are you saying that the promises you made at the time of your coronation as king were all bullshit? The kingdom that your father built with his hands is in decline at your hands! If his old man could see all this, how do you think he would choose!!!"
Silence! A long silence.
"Horus! I want you to give me your word!" Viserius took a long, deep breath. With his robust right hand, he grabbed the collar of the Pale Green Wolf King and forced him to look at his bloodshot azure pupils. "You can control the bestial monsters under you! Do not harm my people! Do not spread that damned bestial plague!!!"
Horus gazed into the king's eyes, and a smile of relief appeared on his handsome, sturdy, bald head. He opened his mouth and spoke with unmistakable solemnity, "I swear, brother."
"Very good! The rest of you! Get to the front lines! Escort the civilians to safety! We'll both be right back!"
Vishymris sighed. Horus' army of bestialized people was sealed in prison by the previous king himself. Father had only told himself the way to unlock the shackles. If there was a glimmer of hope, he was unwilling to liberate that group of bestial madmen who could take ordinary people and infect them with their own kind just by scratching them gently once!
Those people are uncompromisingly bloodthirsty monsters while being prim and proper.
But again, just like the promise he made when he was crowned king. Vishymris will do whatever it takes to protect his people.
"That's right! Go to the Hague Tavern! I took some warriors earlier and evacuated a large number of civilians there and told them to take refuge in the wine cellar!" As if remembering something, Horus turned his head to those lance forbidden guards and said faintly. "You guys pick them up first."
"As ordered! General Horus!"