Chapter 71: Rise of Horus (next)
"Brother, do you want to know, my past?" The duo walked slowly along the dark and deep staircase as they walked toward the lower level. Horus suddenly opened his mouth to inquire.
"Say, it's a long way down." The young king beat his torch and spoke indifferently. His magnetic voice, mixed in the blazing flames burning, and charcoal splintering murmur, in the dark narrow cave, echoing.
"Ah, that was a long time ago. I was born in a small village on Gotland Island, located by the sea, with my real father, learning to fish and hunt, I thought my life would be so uneventful. However, in the dark night when the moon phase was about to be completed, a hideous and horrible beast broke the silence of that small fishing village. To this day, its bloodthirsty and vicious roar, still haunts the depths of my mind, can not be dispersed."
The large hand of the pale green wolf king covered with veins covered his bare forehead in pain.
"That horrible plague destroyed the village where I was born, and my parents were torn into countless bloody pieces by werewolves in order to protect me. The prosperous colony ended up with only a hundred wounded survivors! And we, the survivors, were transformed into the appearance of the monsters we hated the most the next night."
Horus let out a sigh. The scarlet pupils were filled with memories of the past.
"Then again, your father brought his army to the ruins and incorporated the homeless of us into his secret army of orcified men. Gave us, who were homeless, a warm place to return to.
At that time, we followed a girl who was paralyzed on horseback and unable to continue fighting to learn the skills. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Although the legs were unconscious and could not continue to fight, but had a lot of experience, and we tried to restrain our killing instincts under her teaching. Desperately learning the skills of combat. So as to accompany the king in his conquests and battles in the north and south. While following the king's teachings to avoid the spread of the bestial virus.
Slowly, as the most sturdy and powerful, the most prim and brave fierce wolf king. I was favored by my teacher, and eventually, on the day I became the leader of the bestial army, she gently kissed me on the lips and made me completely sink in love."
Horus gently touched his dry lips, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh. Calm body, like a horrible calm before the storm.
"During the war, my brothers and sisters and I, were still constantly on the trail of the enemy. Finally, we found the hideous figure that lived in everyone's nightmares every night! Brothers and sisters, at the same time, roared out a horrible roar that made the blood curdle! It was truly the most bloody and brutal battle I've ever experienced, where the opponent fought one against a hundred in a desperate situation, and killed two of my most reckless brothers-"
Horus stopped the story at the most ** part. Looked at the curious pupils of Vesilius. Speaking softly. "First you release my brothers and sisters, and I will tell you the last part of the story."
"All right, brother." Viserius shrugged his shoulders, drew his Axe of Mourning and gently cut the tip of his little finger. Splashing crimson blood on top of the stone door with runes written all over it. "Only the bloodline of my father can make the stone door open again."
"So that's it." Horus looked at the stone door that made a shocking sound, shook off all the dust, and slowly moved to both sides. The scarlet light in his pupils suddenly burst out, like two blood-colored sunrise as hideous and brilliant! He pulled out the longsword at his waist and slashed fiercely at King Tungote!
"Finally, we captured alive the horrible werewolf that danced in our nightmares forever! We plucked out its flesh and blood with a single slice! We killed it in the most brutal way possible! Listening to its miserable roar, the nightmare that haunts our souls is gradually crumbling!
But when it weakly took its last breath and revealed its true form - an even bigger and more terrifying nightmare that consumed our souls completely!
That werewolf is our teacher! The woman I love most! What about the loss of sensation in both legs! It's all a lie to hide her true identity! She was your father's executioner, the first to transform the bestial! Slaughtering an entire village just to select the strongest humans to join his bestial army!!!"
"What?!" Vesimiris heard the cry beside his ears and scrambled to pull out the Axe of Mourning at his waist, barely blocking Horus' inevitable strike!
"This whole thing was your father's conspiracy from beginning to end! In order to expand the strength of his army, he went out of his way to destroy village after village, infecting innocent civilians one after another, becoming hated bestialized people to work for him! But, on the surface, he tells us to try to restrain our killing instincts and not spread the bestial plague? He is an uncompromising hypocrite!!!"
Horus snarled as if he were mad. "And when he united Gredinian, my righteous father, put my brothers and sisters in a deep, dark prison! Only I! Only I, his ostensibly favorite adopted son, was spared!"
"Calm down! Brother!" With difficulty, Vishymris blocked Horus' monstrous rage. "This can't be! Father he-"
Just as King Tungot tried to argue, suddenly, a pair of hideous and gruesome blood-colored beams burned up in the dark prison behind him! A black werewolf with a skyward braid of hair, like a black lightning, instantly exploded behind Vesilius, with a hideous silver claw like a razor, precisely ripping open the king's throat! Let him desperately cover the blood flowing neck, struggling to fall to the ground, unable to make a sound!
At the same time, more and more slowly burning appalling red lights slowly emerged from the abyss. Hundreds of thousands of bestial wolves imprisoned in the darkness let out a hideous low roar of excitement and slowly walked up to the pale green wolf king's body, accompanied by the black wolf with a skyward braid of hair, incomparably respectful kneeling down at Horus' feet.
"My dear brothers and sisters! The time has come!"
Horus opened his arms in the same excitement and roared loudly!
"I promised that I would save you from your misery! Today! I have fulfilled my promise! We will return to our people as saviors! This time, we will no longer be the swords and pawns of Vishymris! No longer slaves and prisoners of the Ostrogoths! This time, we will return to the windy world stage as the rulers of this kingdom!!!"
Countless hideous and gruesome blood-colored pupils burst out with a fury sufficient to burn the world, and twelve hundred wolves slashed the corners of their eyes, allowing blood to replace tears and slash across their fur-covered cheeks, while raising their voices to the sky.
"Long live Horus!!!"
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The lance forbidden guards arrived at the Hague Tavern as Horus said. They were instantly overwhelmed by the endless sea of gnomes. There were no civilians there at all. There were, just endless armies of ogres - the place was marked on the parchment map given to the monster by the Pale Green Wolf King as a tempting granary storing a large amount of fine wine and food.
The patrolling cavalry, the city gates, coupled with the extremely accurate street maps, and the abundant food storage points also convinced the monsters to completely trust Horus' maps. Relaxing all vigilance and the nature of eating, a large number of ogres and goblins deserted and barged headlong into the interior of the various taverns marked on the map to feast on them.
Even the chief of Goruk, trampling on the corpses of the lance forbidden guards, barged into the tavern of The Hague, using the huge wooden barrel as a cup of wine in his hand, and drank three big cups of the rough ale brewed by the barbarians in a row!
"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts!!!"
Suddenly, an ogre who was high on food, painfully covered his obese belly - his stomach seemed to have turned into a sea of death located inside a fierce wind and rain, constantly raising a shocking wave that covered the sky. It also seems to be filled with thousands of live rabbits, in his stomach crazy jumping around!!!
These hotel owners have long been bribed by Horus to mix the poison inside the food, specifically waiting for the ogre to take the bait.
"This food is not right ------ wow!!!" After boozing five barrels of ale and eating an entire ewe outside, the Tibetan blue ogre chief, also covering his tumbling belly, fell to his knees in pain! His fat belly, is at an incredible frequency, crazy twitching!
Ogre that horrible digestive capacity, not even inferior to the green skin breeding Scrooge, eating bad stomach, like fish drowning in water, is almost an unthinkable thing - unless someone in the food is mixed with a special ogre poison.
"It's a trap! Retreat! Make sure the retreat is clear!" Goreuk's ugly face was instantly drenched with cold sweat that came out from the pain. He struggled to issue commands, only to find in despair that all the monsters present fell to the ground with painful faces, rolling around covering their stomachs!
"Horus! You set me up!!!"
The ogre chief looked up to the sky and roared.
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War Front
"It can't be stopped!" The barbarian soldiers wailed in despair. The fragile bodies of the humans could not stop the huge tree trunks wielded by the Ogre's hands. A small number of Ogres, still acting as governors, led a large number of goblins and crushed the remnants of the Gothic Barbarians' army. Enjoying the violent aesthetics of killing.
One after another dwarf humans, by their own hands rough huge wood, hammered into a bloody pulp. On the ground burst out a miserable and vivid blood mist, countless pieces of hideous broken flesh, accompanied by crimson blood splashed around, stained the trunk of the tree red all over.
The moment the giant stick in the ogre's hand hit the ground, a dozen or so athletic black shadows, like a swift and horrible black lightning, with two harsh scarlet beams of light, viciously slashed on top of the ogre's huge and bloated body! A hideous black hybrid werewolf, a bite off his fat thumb, sharp claws, deep inside the brown wrist, precisely cut the monster's tendons, so that he can not grasp the hands of the giant stick of terror.
As the survivors watched dumbfounded, two more giant wolves on all fours, moving quickly, bit the monster's ankles at the same time, and with a tacit agreement they craned their necks, forcing the two giant legs to move forward at the same time, actually tripping the ten-foot-tall, unstable giant of terror directly to the ground! The huge back, solidly fell on a group of poor gnomes! Smashed them into a bloody mess on the spot!
Then, more and more black shadows swarmed up, black, white and brown wolf fur, densely flooding the ogre's body. With their long, sharp teeth and claws like daggers, they tore the monster at their feet into countless bloody pieces.
"Don't be afraid! Fellow soldier!" Looking at the fearful gaze of the Goth soldiers, the black werewolf at the head of the group, reverting back to a tall man with pale skin and a skyward braid of hair, stood atop the giant corpse of the ogre and smiled evilly. Behind him, more and more ghostly black shadows hanging with two scarlet tassels, stepping on the brickwork on the roofs, spreading all around the city! With the advantage of numbers and speed, slaughtering a single ogre!
"Eastern Goths! Your Saviour, who has returned!!!"
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Chief Goruk left behind his incapacitated army, covered his wildly pumping abdomen, wielded a nailhead hammer, struggled to get up from the ground, and limped in the direction of the city gates to escape. Just in time to bump into a girl hiding in the shadows, trying to escape, that the civilians hiding in the east, at the sight of the hidden blue monster, was directly scared and fell to the ground!
The ogre, who was tormented by the pain, also raised the nailhead hammer in his hand high, with a pair of evil yellow eyes, thumping out angry fire, trying to smash the girl in front of him. But just when she was about to die, a silver light with a terrifying cold aura, accompanied by a ferocious bloodthirsty wolf howl, flashed across the back of the ogre wizard's neck!
The girl watched dumbly as the ogre collapsed like a mountain river, falling to the ground with a crash, raising a huge cloud of dust on the huge corpse. The shocking scarlet blood, gurgling out along the navy blue broken neck, flooded his waist, she raised his head, looking upward in fascination. Only to see, a blood-soaked pale green werewolf, standing on the back of the high Rukh chief, raised his ugly abomination of a head high up!
Gentle moonlight, for his ghostly body, lay a layer of illusory beautiful silver veil, dripping with red blood pale green hair, in the sea breeze, wilfully fluttering, like a dagger like sharp fangs and claws, in the darkness of the night, shining with a cold cold light -
"It's ------ so beautiful."
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It didn't take long for the bestial werewolves, with the help of their superb tacit understanding, and terrifying numbers, to disperse in a flurry of calls. Surrounding and annihilating one army of monsters scattered in the alleyway after another. More and more Goth civilians were rescued. The beastmen's centuries-old repulsive reputation soared in just one night! By the time it followed, some even embraced their furry, athletic bodies in excitement!
As the last ogre's head fell to the ground, all the remaining civilians, too, were gathered by Horus on top of the largest square in Chersonesos to hear the final step of his plan!
"Brothers and sisters! We have come to the crossroads of destiny again! The fortress is thought to be flat! Villages burned to the ground! The people have been taken into slavery! Endless monsters have stormed back into the homes we depend on! Veselius, however, took our kingdom with him. To the end of the road!!!"
Horus looked around the scarred, in the thousands of people who died weeping sadly, handsome and sturdy bald head, floating a smile of satisfaction.
"Tonight, you want to stop the invasion of monsters! Tried to save the lives of those you hold dear! But you all failed! Because your power is too weak and insignificant for these monsters!"
"Look at you all! You have nothing but the anger and determination in your eyes! Not enough power to complete your revenge! But never mind! We give you the power to rival the monsters!"
Horus let out an earth-shattering roar. His body was instantly covered with beautiful pale green hair, and his sharp nails became sharper and longer. Under the convex moon, he transformed into a fierce and cruel wolf!
"Look at this supreme blessing!!!"
The pale green wolf king looked up to the sky and roared.
"Even old and weak women and children can have great strength to compete with greenskins! A terrifying speed comparable to that of a centaur! Even the unarmed people can use these sharp teeth and claws to wildly tear apart all your enemies before you! My dear people! Those who are willing to accept this blessing, bare your left arm!!!"
"Swish-la! Swish-la! Swish-la!!!"
The crowd on the stage did not hesitate for a moment. Their minds had long been overwhelmed by power and revenge in Horus' compelling speech. A pair of blue eyes spewed enough to burn the world with rage! A bare pale left arm, raised high above their heads, like a flesh-colored forest, densely stretched to the end of Horus's vision.
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"Very good! There are three more days until the full moon. At that time, your powers will be awakened for the first time. My brothers and sisters will teach you carefully how to use this gift from the gods! It is not enough for the people of one city! We will bring this blessing to all the people who live in Gredinian. I will lead you to reclaim this rich land and make our kingdom prosperous again!"
After an unknown period of time, the bright convex moon slowly climbed to the highest part of the starry sky. Under the illusory and beautiful moonlight, the eyes of the Eastern Goths slowly crawled with a hideous scarlet blood. The four canine teeth between the lips, also became more and more slender, sharp.
They struggled and raised their left hands that had been bitten and infected by the bestial werewolves. The childish cries of the children, the loud screams of the women, the low roar of the old man's vicissitudes, and the feverish roar of the soldiers converged into one voice at this moment.
"Long live Horus!!!"
Chapter 72: Hill Giants
Christina hurriedly galloped inside the turquoise sea of grass, excitedly opened her arms, with a series of crisp, moving laughter like silver bells, and quickly disappeared from the view of the crowd. The carmine blazing horse enjoys the warm sea breeze, sweeping over its six limbs when the wonderful touch. The long and slender hooves, which gradually darkened from scarlet to black, were elegantly etched on the soft and fertile grass in the shape of a shallow moon of hoof prints.
The blood rage chief curved up a pair of as if ruby-like bright, magnificent blood-colored pupils, looking around the endless sea of grass, flying faded in the corner of the eyes on both sides, feel the wind once again scraped over their own absolutely beautiful cheeks. The Chimera wings that droop on their back shoulders, also in this scarlet storm set off by themselves, were blown backward floating, as if they, really grew a pair of brilliant and dazzling golden flesh wings.
"Be careful, Christina. You've only just healed!"
Suddenly, a biting pale storm came from afar, gradually catching up with the very sick Blood Fury Chief at a faster speed. A male voice, full of anxiety and concern, wrapped in the fierce wind, swept inside the delicate, soft ears of the rouge blazing horse.
"I don't. I can't run around for a month. I'm suffocating! If there is anyone who has not enjoyed the pleasure of galloping, then his life must be incomplete!" Chief Blood Rage greedily breathed in the sweet scent of the grass, long, slender, flowing red hair, as if a hanging river of blood, blowing in the gale, fluttering recklessly in mid-air.
"I think I've heard something similar from the greenies. ------"
Painehurst sputtered impotently in the gale. "Then you have to bring some guards, too. What if there's another assassination like the last one?"
"Guards? Aren't you there? I knew you would catch up." Christina turned her head, raised the heavy crossbow that had been modified by the pale centaur in her hand, and smiled sweetly at Pinehurst. "Don't forget, you promised to accompany this chief on the hunt, now, keep your promise."
"As you wish, Chief." The warlock looked at the gentle and pure smile of the rouge blazing horse, sighed helplessly and agreed to her request in a rather doting manner. Gently entwined beside that scarlet storm. The same into a pale gale, together with playful chase, slowly disappeared in the sky.
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The two of you chase me, frolicking and do not know how long crazy, the grassland beneath the feet surprisingly gradually disappeared, the soft soil is also more and more hard, a tall hill, but also slowly appeared in the sight of the two centaurs.
"The mountains? Has the clan moved this far southeast? We haven't been running for long. The Gredinian version of the peninsula, but only the southern part, which is the furthest from the sea, has mountains and hills." Painehus stopped his Mercedes and gently caught his breath.
The lungs of the centaur, which occupy almost the entire chest cavity. The respiratory system is extremely developed. Responsible for cooling sweat glands are densely distributed throughout the body - this is only a very few creatures such as humans and horses, have excellent heat dissipation function. Enough to maintain the horse and man in a very long period of time in a fast race.
"Yes, the thirteen Centaur clans, although not assembled together, have all been moving to the southeast, and the iron farming tools we have plundered are not at all enough to consume. The clans need to get more iron ore from the iron-rich Kerch mountains. Restore to the Iron Age."
Christina is also a little tired, slowly adjusting her breathing. A month stay in the tent to recuperate, so that the physical ability of the rouge blazing horse, also has a slight decline. "Wait, there is prey ahead!"
Pinehurst followed the line of sight of the blood rage chief to the south, a few small deer. Leisurely
"I have not experienced the joy of archery for many years." Christina sighed emotionally, the crimson pupils, even welled up a tear, white fingers, gently buckled the crossbow string.
Just see a black shadow, cut a wild arc, tearing through the humid air, in mid-air a series of frightening whistling sound, fiercely smashed on top of the fawn's body! The earth trembled! Splashed a large gray dust!
Make no mistake, a foot-operated crossbow could not have caused such a horrific effect - at the same time Christina pulled the trigger, a sheep-sized boulder, flying abruptly out of the low mountain range, smashed precisely into the middle of the deer herd as the two watched in amazement!
Pinehurst looked incredulously to the south. Only to see, a head about twelve feet tall. Covered in dark brown behemoth, with enough to make the earth tremble terrifying pace, wielding a huge wooden stick two people hug thickness, rushed down the hill with great force, grabbed the huge rock with one hand, will be crushed into a meat cake, stuck to the stone wall of the fawn, ripped off raw, swallowed whole in the mouth.
A hill giant hunting alone?
No, that's not the point, the point is, this brain stuffed with muscles stupid, robbed this chief of prey?
"Peinhus, change of plans. Let this single hill giant become the first prey under my crossbow!" After Christina cautiously looked around and confirmed that there were no other hill giants in the vicinity, a mass of horrific and terrifying fury immediately surged out of her body! She lifted an elegant hoof that faded from scarlet to black, gently stepped on the pedal at the front of the heavy crossbow, and bent her waist. With a single effort, her arms re-stretched the thick crossbow string to full strength.
"It works well, but it's just too much trouble to load." The rouge blazing horse muttered twice in dissatisfaction. The two front paws of the chimera, which sagged from her shoulders down to her chest, also swayed back and forth in her violent body movements, and her soft palms, which gently slapped on top of the two towering snow peaks, stirred up two blood-swelling ripples of flesh color.
"I will create an excellent target for you." It took a long time for Pinehurst to move his eyes away from the chief's soul-moving body, like a subordinate who respects orders, and like a man who dotes on his lover. Helplessly shook his head.
Hill giant on the hill giant it, a behemoth with an IQ close to that of a beast.
Two centaurs simultaneously pulled out the iron arrows at their waists, one left and one right, carefully aiming at the foolish eyes of the hill giant that looked like the size of a baby's head, and launched an attack at the same time with a tacit understanding!
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Next is the much-anticipated book push.
Enjoy each and every good fight.
Drinking every cup of wine brewed by a loving father.
Performing every soul-stirring piece of music that
Abduction of every soul worth cheating.
The Diary of the Messenger of War tells you this tale of blood and wine, singing the legendary epic of another eternal god chosen in the midst of the world of Trarim: the Fifteenth Master ------ No, Magnus.
All, the, dust!!!
Chapter 73: Fuck the horses of the man you majestic and strong
One long and one short, one thin and one thick, two sharp iron arrows, whistling and tearing the air, nailed precisely above the hill giant's dead eyes staring at the venison, bursting out two mournful clouds of blood mist. The hill giant, who had lost his eyesight, let out an earth-shattering scream and waved the stone in his hand, throwing it in the direction the arrow came from!
The eight long and sturdy horses' hooves lightly clicked on the ground and quickly jumped away to the sides, watching the boulder stained with deer blood, blasting a deep gully in the grassland. Christina once again bent down and pulled the string, shooting a powerful crossbow, enjoying the pleasure of long-range hunting.
Although many centaurs enjoy the pleasure of relying on their natural brute strength to kill their enemies at close range, old cunts such as Kulonia prefer the Parthian tactic of relying on speed and long-range weapons and constantly kite flying - it's a great experience to hide from afar and watch the enemy's torn face of frustration and helplessness.
The hill giant, who had been shot blind, chased the two horses clumsily in the direction the arrows came from, with a pace that shook the world. But the two kept circling around with the giant as the center, shooting alternately one after the other to induce the other to keep changing direction, and slowly, more and more arrows were nailed to him! The violent movement, moreover, made his scaly body bleed more and more boiling blood. Finally let out a reluctant cry of sorrow, dragging the blood almost drained of the huge body, like a mountain collapse, fell heavily to the ground!
"Peinhus, use your new spell to avoid the other party is playing dead."
"Okay." The pale centaur silently felt the power of his own bloodline.
Christina looked curiously at the illusory python - instead of a snake's head at the end of its elongated body, it was a large, withered, hideous skeletal hand!
Second-ring Necromancy spell - Ghost Hand. One can use this ghostly hand, which temporarily extends two hundred and ten feet, to cast a melee contact type spell. Let yourself be able to perform long-range spell combat without Magnus.
The skeletal hand claw, which resembled a layer of illusory mist, floated in mid-air out of thin air. It spun, twisted, and danced close to the hill giant whose skin was white because of excessive blood loss, and the five vaporous white bone claws suddenly blossomed into five dark green poisonous gases that emitted corruption, gently swiping across the monster's neck.
Where the ghostly poison claws touched, the hill giant's vivid flesh and blood instantly split open and slowly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a suffocating stench!
Second Ring Arcana - Ghoul's Touch. This spell can paralyze the enemy that is hit. It also rots and vitiates the flesh and blood of the enemy attacked, producing a ghastly stench that turns the stomach and demoralizes everyone around him. After awakening these two second-ring spells, Peinhers, who is a fifth-ranked warlock, is considered a considerable step up in strength.
"It seems that I was overly concerned." Christina frowned, pinched her nose and stepped back. In the meantime, she shot another powerful crossbow beam at the hill giant's head. Slowly walked up to Peinhus.
"That said, in the past two months, I probably understand your character. You are a horse that does not want to be oppressed by others. A very proud warlock." Inside the endless sea of grass. The rouge blazing horse gently rested on Pinehurst's neck, and the shapely and delicate body that emitted a blazing temperature, clung to the top of Pinehurst's pale and divinely handsome body.
"What if, instead of oppressing you as a chief, I use an equal status and say again the same words I said when we first met?"
"At that time, it was indeed your forceful demand that angered me. If it had been as an equal, perhaps - I would have agreed." The pale centaur stared at Christina's serious expression and calmly said. But, before he could react, a pair of soft jade arms, suddenly wrapped around the back of his head, two soft red lips, deeply kissed in his own lips.
Pinehurst's eyes widened in surprise, hesitated, backhandedly embraced Christina's slender and moving body, slowly closed the dark pupils like an abyss, intoxicated in this wonderful feeling.
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The pale grass sea, two naked people and horses, forgetting to embrace the kiss together. Chimera and deer skin, has long been haphazardly thrown on top of the grassland.
Pinehurst tenderly caressed the warm and soft carcass of the rouge horse. The cold hand, gently brushing each other like ivory smooth and delicate ice muscle, Christina the graceful and seductive body, in the palm of their hands constantly trembling open, accurately expressed a desire to be loved message. He felt his six limbs were ignited by the fire of desire, the two hearts beating more and more rapidly, the breathing rate is also more and more disorderly.
The pale centaur followed the instructions of his instincts and slowly walked behind his lover, gently bending his four long, pale hooves. The cold and soft belly of the horse, stick in Christina, like a satin like a soft and smooth blood coat above. With a burst of a thousand charming moving moan, the two naked flesh, at this moment, completely fused together.
The rouge blazing horse twisted her naked, tender waist backwards gently, looking proudly at her partner in front of her. Long, slender arms, tenderly wrapped around the warlock's robust neck.
The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the back of Christina's smooth and delicate back, which is like sheep's white jade.
The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on this. The two snowy peaks brought wonderful touch, gently lowered his head, lovingly kissed on her chest, the hideous scar above.
The rouge blazing horse gently nibbled on the pale centaur's earlobe, whispering in his ear - but the pale centaur could no longer hear anything. It was as if he were back at the fortress of Vesilius, burning with a monstrous fire, where he himself wielded a huge two-handed axe and led the heavily armored, fearless killers into the crowd! They sang impassioned battle songs and kept cutting off the heads of their enemies! Tearing apart the barbarians' battle line! Drenched in blood, they led their people and launched charge after charge! Time and again, they cut through the enemy's solid formation! Listening to the melodious cries around him, he finally crushed the barbarian army in front of him!
The brave and fearless attack of Pinehurst also ignited the passion of the blood rage chief, the first time the carmine horse, the whole person is indulged in pleasure. Smooth and delicate white skin like ivory, under the embrace of the pale centaur, instantly turned into a delicate scarlet face. The body surface temperature, too, was soaring at an incredible rate, further stimulating the warlock's senses and making the opponent's attack even more frantic!
In a trance, Christina seemed to have returned to her childhood. The clan camp, in the orcs like a tidal wave of endless attacks completely fallen. The mother grabbed her young self and her sister and placed them on top of her broad and powerful horse, leading the clan, wielding a blood-stained spear and axe, shooting a rain of terrifying arrows that covered the sky, looking at the enemy's largest and most terrifying war chief, killing a bloody road to the enemy leader in a sea of greenskins!
The young carmine horse, trembling on top of the mother's bumpy horse, the petite body along with the mother's robust pace left and right bumpy, up and down, like a wave of horror sweeping heaven and earth to the horrible green tide, constantly impacting the blood fury clan's defense. The mother's sturdy body, even with his own up and down, swaying.
Chief Anna in the endless waves of green like the sea, like a light boat, always at risk of destruction. Sharp axes mixed with heavy hammers, a burst of sweeping mother's side, she dodged the enemy's attacks, gentle back bumping, tilting, Mercedes-Benz, stopping sharply, sometimes leaping up, flying high in mid-air, sometimes falling heavily, falling into the valley floor. Occasionally raising her upper body high, shaking her strong front hooves, stepping hard on the heads of orcs! Producing a wild tremble of extreme intensity! The strong shaking and dizziness is mixed with the deadly pleasure of being freed from bondage!
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I don't know how long suddenly, scarlet blood, like a rainstorm, sprinkled through their bodies. The mother threw away the left hand has long been in pieces shield, will be an ugly head held high, proud of the sky! Let the shocking blood, gurgling down the crack of the head, stained the six limbs of the mother and daughter!
With the death of the war chief, the endless tide of green collapsed. Once again, the Blood Fury Clan defeated the incoming enemy. The powerful to invincible mother, contemptuously threw away the War Chief's head, from her own back, lovingly picked up her, the skeleton to be turned upside down the tender body, gently into the warm bed mattress. Whispered a moving song. The blood-stained firm face, revealing a gentle smile to herself, coaxed her stunned self, gasping for air, to slowly enter sweet dreamland ------
Christina felt an unprecedented tiredness. It is like a seafarer who has returned from a battle with the wind and waves, after nine deaths. And like a long journey, exhausted, hiding from the white plague of the herdsmen, saw the endless sea of green grass in the sky ------ but finally fixed in her crimson pupils, is Pinehurst that long silver hair under the handsome face of the gentle gaze on their own.
"From today onwards, you are mine."
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"How ------ damn exciting."
That carved in the inner wall of the crown among the evil gods, the only human-like form of the Prince of Darkness sculpture, faintly flickering up a soft pink light.
Chapter 74: Journey to the Covenant
The two clans' centaurs, surprised, watched Christina and Pinehurst duo, with a hill giant's head, slowly walked back to the clan camp, the pale centaur with a refreshingly smug look. And the rouge blazing horse, after being moistened by the spring rain, exuded a seductive scarlet charm, with spring in its eyes, walking, even the horse's hooves were floating.
Looking at the different two, some young ponies, have revealed a puzzled look. Do not know what is happening. And more older horses, the heart nodded to the two, a pair of bad smile eyes, ashamed of the blood rage chief wanted to pull out an axe chopping.
"Wow even, wow even. I'm here, wishing both chiefs an early baby in advance."
Ordinary centaurs do not dare to say explicitly, but the same clan chief Abu Hoss can not be afraid, above the exquisite handsome face, blooming a bitchy smile. A pair of good-looking eyes, also curved into two emerald green crescent moon of beautiful appearance.
"Thank you for your blessing, Chief of the Deadbone Clan. By the way, as a man, why are you dressed as a woman?"
Pinehurst quickly changed the subject as soon as he wrapped his arms around the rouge blazing horse who was so ashamed that he was ready to pull out his axe and cut someone. The first time Christina, now relatively weak, himself can barely hold her down.
"Ah... this is a long story." Looking at the blood rage chief whose cheeks were blushing and even emitting a faint killing intent, Abhors saw the good in it. Unimpressed, he pulled out an exquisite bronze mirror, pulled out a complete fish bone frame from his belt, and gently combed his own parted and neat light green hair.
The Deadbone clan also learned from Pinehurst, using fish spines and bristles. Create a large number of handy utensils for cleaning hair.
"My mother, the last chief of the Deadbone clan, gave birth to two consecutive children both male. At that time, the kingdom had just collapsed, and many ancient customs were still binding the clan members with rigid brains. This, of course, included the fact that non-females were not allowed to become chiefs."
"So well, her old man to ensure that her own bloodline in power. Raised me, who was just born, as a girl and kept it hidden until I succeeded as chief. At that time, the clan was already out of the ancient bondage, and the raw rice was ripe for the picking, so everyone acquiesced. The last few old and immortal opponents were also beheaded by me with my close guards. This farce, which lasted for many years, came to an end."
"I have deep sympathy for your past." Looking at the lover in his arms no longer struggling, the pale centaur also slightly loosened his left arm. "By the way, where is that so-called chosen descendant of God now? My chief's wounds have healed, so he can go forward to pay his respects and formally sign the covenant."
"Well, in fact, Her Majesty's Golden Crawler Clan, too, is constantly on the move, and half a month has passed, and I'm not quite sure where her Golden Crawler Clan is now."
Looking at the unbelievable eyes of the two people in front of him, Abulhos gently stroked the giant scythe in his hand. The conversation turned.
"But ------ while you were out, applauding for love, I scout also ran into a scout from the Golden Crawler Clan - the Honorable Chieftain, not too far from us and everyone was moving to the iron-rich mountains of Kerch to try to control this area to enhance armaments. She is about southeast of us, although you are the first clan to enter the peninsula, but too long delayed in the middle of the peninsula because of the chief's recovery.
"Very well. This chief will personally lead an elite squad to meet with her in the early hours of tomorrow morning. Take a look at our Queen's Majesty." The rouge blazing horse breathed a sigh of relief. Intimately embracing the pale centaur, he slowly walked towards the broad chieftain's tent.
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"Peinhers dotingly looked at Christina who was like a baby, her head just touched the pillow, and then fell into a deep sleep. It seems that he had tossed her around quite a bit.
"Rest early, you have a long way to go tomorrow."
The pale centaur gazed at his lover's sweet sleepy face, smiled, closed his eyes and entered a meditative state once again.
In the past few months, one's strength can be considered to have advanced by leaps and bounds. The dam that imprisons the power of one's own bloodline, under unremitting efforts, has appeared a long hideous cracks, countless surface accumulation of azure runes of dark red tide, along the gap gurgling out, like a long, loud scarlet river, wrapped in incredible arcane power, surging inside his own body.
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Name: Pinehurst level: level (level 6 monster level 5 warlock)
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Centaur: extra 8 strength 4 agility 4 constitution 2 perception - 2 intelligence (human soul does not reduce intelligence)
Strength: (6)
Agility: 20 (5)
Body mass: 16 (3)
Intelligence: 12(1)
Perception: 10 (0)
Charisma: 19 (4) ( 2 level up 2 sorcery crown)
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Vitality: 54 (4D8 2D4 18)
Defensive rating: 17 (10 3 born 5 agility adjustment value -1 large body type), contact 14, caught off guard 15
First attack adjustment: 9 (5 agility adjustment value 4 proficiency first attack)
Basic attack plus value: 6.
Horseshoe 5 attacks, damage 1D6 6.
Longsword Attack ( 6 Basic Attack 6 Strength Adjustment -1 Large Size), Damage 2D6 6, Critical Strike 19-20/*2.
Compound Longbow 10 attacks (6 basic attacks 5 agility adjustment -1 large body type), damage 2D6 6 critical hits *3, range 165 ft.
Tackle 16 (6 basic attacks 4 big body types 6 power adjustments)
Speed: 65 feet
Racial trait: Darkvision 60 ft. Immune to toxins, paralysis, and sleep states.
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Toughness Immunity 5 (3 Body Adjustment Value 1 Warlock 1 Centaur)
Reflex Immunity 10 (5 Agility Adjustment Value 1 Warlock 4 Centaur)
Will immunity 8 (0 perception adjustment value 4 warlock 4 centaur)
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[Good at simple weapons] [Good at military weapons] [Close range shooting] [Long range shooting] [Precise shooting] [Moving shooting] [Charging] [Running away]
[Mastery of First Attack]:First Attack 4
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[Shenjun White Horse]: When making judgments about Charisma skills with horse-like intelligent creatures, add an additional Strength adjustment value.
[Bloodline Expertise-Dimensional Magic Pet]:When you are ready and able to get a new magic pet, you can choose a non-standard magic pet.
[Bloodline Expertise-Elementary Command]:When the caster's level is sufficient, he can acquire an additional level 1~9 monster summoning spell without taking up an intelligible spell space. (Acquired [Level 1 Monster Summoning Spell] [Level 2 Monster Summoning Spell])
[Jadeite Jade]: The wearer is immune to toxins, paralysis, and sleep states.
[Super Magic Spell Casting]: The wearer can cast super magic techniques without occupying a high level spell slot. The number of uses per day is equal to the wearer's level (/) Available super magic expertise: 1/9 (Emerald jade: spell fixing.)
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Known Spells
0 ring DC: 14. Freeze ray, summoning spell, mage's hand, magic tricks, detect magic, illusionary sound spell. (Can be used 6 times per day)
1 ring DC: 15. cold touch, grimoire, mage armor, level 1 monster summoning spell (available 7 times per day)
2 ring DC: 16. Ghost Hand, Ghoul's Touch, Level 2 Monster Summoning (can be used 5 times per day)
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Chapter 75: You are a chief, and I am a chief.
Early the next morning, the slaves respectfully offered the dry food and water bags that had been prepared long ago. Led by Abhors, Christina took Pinehurst and her own sister and embarked on a journey south.
"There is something that I have to say in advance." A cynical chief of dead bones, rare serious, very serious to say. "Pale horse, that golden crown of yours - is it the one that Cyrus the Great made?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Peinhus put the crown on right into the water basin. Without looking back, he spoke.
"For the sake of everyone who has been grazing and looting happily for half a month, take my advice: find a cloth and cover it up. This thing is too hot for you." Abuhos shook his head.
"Others may not know, but the people who used to be the nobility of the kingdom. A glance can recognize - that golden crown, once by Tomiris, as the supreme crown to rule the clans. Passed down from one king to another through the generations! The chosen descendants of God have always sought it. Enhancing the legitimacy of her rule, if she sees that what she has been searching for is worn on your head, the Archdruid will surely stop at nothing to seize this golden crown."
"So, if you don't want to offer this magical curiosity with an extremely strong historical and cultural flavor to Chief Gold Crawler, then hurry up and find a piece of cloth to cover it up."
"I'm curious. You once spoke with a fanatical face about coming here on behalf of the chosen descendants of God. Now, not wanting her to get the coveted supreme treasure - my friend, you're really on that side."
After listening to the explanation of the chief of the dry bones, Pinehurst narrowed his eyes, a pair of dark pupils like an abyss, dead on top of the other party's face that is more innocent than a girl.
"Middle."
Abhos patted Pinehurst's shoulder and said sincerely. "Our family, once, was responsible for presiding over the rituals of the kingdom. At the desperate juncture of Eategassam's collapse, our ancestors gave their lives in exchange for a prophecy that a pale horse, who would wear a crown of gold, would lead the people back to power - the divinely chosen descendant had a coat exactly like yours, and I had thought she was the prophesied centaur, which is why I decided to follow in her footsteps. "
"But - your coat is also white! And wore the crown of gold before she did ------ How can I say this, I do not want to provoke anyone, nor will I help anyone, and I do not want to see the clans of the centaurs, already torn apart, in conflict again - the Dead Bone Ritual, loyal only to our gods. Will never participate in the internal struggle of political rights."
Painehurst looked at him steadily for a while, finally nodded, found a white ribbon and wrapped it around his forehead. It covered the golden crown.
Then, picking up a white wolf skin attached to the skull, he gently draped it over his head, the white bones protruding upward, perfectly covering the nine crown tops of the sorcerous crown. The long and slender wolf's kiss, like the brim of a hat, stretched out to the front.
"Let's go, friend. Although I have little interest in ruling the Centaur Kingdom, I wear this crown comfortably and have no thoughts of transferring it."
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I do not know how long to walk, four people withered bone chief, and the patrol in the gold track scouts led to their camp. A pure gold cast stick top, tied a brown leather. It was painted with some kind of yellowish pigment, painted in the form of a crown with nine spikes - that is exactly the gold crown worn on his own head! From Cyrus the Great, Tomiris ------ Donggothic king, goblins hands all the way to seize, kill. The sorcery crown that thirsted for countless blood!
Pinehurst vainly straightened his wolf-headed cap, making sure to keep the gold crown tightly concealed. These fellow members of the Gold Crawler Clan seemed to be very good at making gold ornaments, and all the centaurs, wore a certain amount of gold ornaments. It was carved with very intricate patterns - it looked, more exquisite and beautiful than the carvings on the gold coins of Soudeles.
At this moment, a wealthy nomadic headman, arrogantly walked past the four. He wore gold jewelry all over his body. The gold jewelry on his wrists, neck, earlobes, lower lip, and fingers, swaying from side to side with his advancing steps, gently clashing together with a crisp, pleasant chirping sound.
The gold-treaded centaur looked contemptuously at the four outsiders and muttered softly, "Anyone can be a chief these days. Look at their poor faces, they can't even afford to wear a little gold jewelry. They don't look like our people, but more like lowly slaves."
"Only a luxurious and corrupt nobleman would be proud to wear gold ornaments. For a true warrior, gray iron, is the most beautiful color in the world." Kristina, who was pissed off, immediately sneered back. "What age is it that you still maintain such an old-fashioned view?"
"You!"
The nomadic head man, who was wearing gold jewelry all over his body, gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist in annoyance, and his eyes flickered gloomily for two times. In the end, he did not dare to make a move.
Hell, there are two chiefs on the other side! Not to mention whether you can beat them or not, attacking a chief is a capital offense in itself.
"Ah, Abhors, you've returned. So, these few people in front of you are the leaders of the Blood Fury Clan?"
Suddenly, a sweet and cloying voice, slowly from the tent, a more brilliant and dazzling than the sun horse, slowly walked into the sight of the crowd.
The God's Chosen descendants are covered with solid wooden armor painted gold, revealing only four pitch-black horseshoes and a pair of silver pupils that have undergone a lot of changes. Countless flexible green vines, in the sun-like brilliant, dazzling wooden armor inner layer, as if locking armor, woven into a dense layer of fine green network. Covered the joint parts that the wooden armor can not cover.
Two long and luxuriant branches of the tree, but also on both sides of her head extended, accompanied by countless green vines climbing on it, into two huge, hideous antler shape.
"Chief of the Dead Bone Clan and High Priest of the Kingdom, Abhors, brings back for you the Blood Fury Clan, that prim and proper honored chief! All will be united once again to rebuild our kingdom under the watchful eye of the God of Nature and Unity."
"Our people are really in decline."
The gold and green, extraordinarily noble and beautiful golden crawler chief, ignored the Abhorses' courtesy. He arrogantly walked up to the three people, contemptuously scowling at the untamed and untamed rouge blazing horse that looked like a lioness, with a wild beauty all over its body.
"Anna's daughter? You couldn't even inherit her druid profession. In the past, but only female druids, could become leaders, and look at now, men, barbarians, are becoming chiefs of clans one by one - how sad." The divinely chosen descendant sighed softly as the three looked on in dissatisfaction.
"Your Excellency the Queen." Christina frowned and raised her smooth and delicate chin with the same arrogance. "I admit that I have no spell casting talent. However, my power is not inferior to any spell caster! I can still use my own shoulders to carry the burden of leading the entire clan from my mother's shoulders again!"
Listening to such a serious challenge to tradition, by the old kingdom noble, the clan of the Golden Crawl, a horse, a burst of anger, but, God's chosen descendants only extended a long slender finger wrapped by tiny vines, will raise a like a terrifying wave of invisible pressure, instantly shocked the presence of all the clansmen! One by one, sweating in the chief's anger, hastily kneeled down.
"Well said, not bad for Anna's daughter."
Looking at the rouge blazing horse that stood proudly in the midst of his intimidation, Chief Golden Crawler nodded in admiration, and the contemptuous element in his tone was suddenly much less. "You said that you can be competent to take the position of chief with your brute strength, then, please prove it to me. I will send an archdruid with you ------"
"Proof? On what basis? You're a chief, and I'm a chief!!! Stop talking to me in such a superior tone." Christina did not fear to interrupt the other party's words, like a ruby as bright and beautiful blood-colored pupils, staring dead at the silver eyes of the gold-colored chief, a horrible to the extreme killing breath, from her graceful body climbing!
The blood-colored murderous aura that was so thick that it almost turned into liquid, filled every inch of space in the vicinity, and in terms of aura, did not lose a single point to the other side!
"Why is every chief so untamed."
God's Chosen Hind sighed sadly in his heart, except for the wallflower-like Abhors, all the chiefs, to her temptation, showing great dissatisfaction and resistance to the power of the centaur leaders who have long eaten the marrow, none of them willing to submit to the people!
It seems that one's plan to unify the clan and rebuild the kingdom will have to go through an extremely long period of time.
"Ha! Not bad for a valiant chieftain who broke through a human fortress! Sorry for the small test, I, Toria, Chief of the Golden Crawler Clan, Daughter of Prophecy, and Chosen Descendant of God, welcome you to the brand new kingdom I have formed." Although very frustrated inside. But the archdruid still acted as if he was very proud.
"Let's put it this way, after countless sleepless nights, I set up a new form of government. Thirteen chiefs, each one a king! But every order among us is voted on by the thirteen chiefs. As you said, every chief is equal. There is no superiority or inferiority to each other. This motion, do you accept it? Daughter of Anna, Christina?"
"God damn parliamentary polity?!" Pinehurst, who was standing by, raised his eyebrows in surprise. Secretly, he surveyed the gold-treaded chief in front of him. This monster of the slave society could actually think of this step?
Christina was not as familiar with the council as the pale centaurs. She was surprised to ponder this brand new system that she had never heard of before, and after thinking hard about it, she readily agreed.
"Under the watchful eye of the Gods of Nature and Community. I, Anna's daughter: Christina, announce the return of Clan Bloodrage, to Eategassam."