Chapter 76: Surrounding the point and fighting for help
The four dined together in the gilded tent of the clan, at the invitation of the chosen descendants of God.
The golden crawler chief seems to want to show off his clan's power and wealth in front of the four, deliberately led them in several circles in the camp - white animal skin tents densely connected, wearing a large number of golden ornaments, clad in fur armor strong people neatly standing on both sides of the road, to the chiefs, well-trained salute, greetings.
Christina secretly marveled at the affluence of the Golden Crawler clan, a clan composed almost entirely of the upper nobility of the ancient kingdom. The family was large and had many servants. At a rough estimate, I'm afraid there were six thousand of them. They inherited most of the gold trinkets, and magic equipment in the past. The strength may be above any one clan.
The Dead Bone Clan of Abhors, on the other hand, is made up of the clergy of the ancient kingdom. They are the most sparsely staffed of the thirteen clans. But the number of druids, but more to a frightening degree - the cyan chief hands, mastering the most detailed druid training methods.
As for the Blood Wrath clan? They are neither nobles nor clergy, and are not in the habit of preserving history. According to only fragments of the past, this group, initially supposed to be the most brave and warlike forbidden army under the king, slowly evolved into the present day heavy-armoured fearlessness wielding two-handed battle axes, clad in lockets, and mad enough to make giant beasts retreat.
Granted, the Blood Rage were killed and wounded in a series of battles, and their numbers were pitifully low. But as the first clans to rush into Gredinian territory, they took a large number of people and wealth captive. The first to revert to the Iron Age. I'm afraid that the overall strength is still in the middle to upper.
During the banquet. The chiefs of the Golden Crawl set up a feast, with crispy yellow lamb, sweet and mellow milk wine, piled up on the bony table. Four scantily clad male minstrels danced in the center to the graceful and flamboyant court music to cheer up the chiefs.
However, it seems that Chief Golden Cushion is the only one who is happy with it. The kingdom has been divided for almost half a century, and the culture and customs among the various clans. There has been a considerable gap.
"Honorable Chief Bloodrage." The God's Chosen Descendant still did not remove the golden and green oak battle armor from his body while eating. Only removed the vine face armor that covered the lips - those tiny green threads, densely woven into an extremely tough web, emitting an incomparable divine glow all over. Apparently it is also an extremely powerful magical defensive gear.
"Ah, let's not mention those short-sighted fools, as I said, anyone can be a chief these days." Chief Gold Crawler let out a long sigh. Very contemptuously, he said. "They have been blinded by a turquoise pasture, and the cattle and sheep that roam the mountains. The only ones who really want to answer the call are Blood Fury, Dead Bones, and the two clans Wind Howl and Thunder Spear, who have come to the southeast."
God's chosen descendant slowly unfolded a parchment map. Although the drawing style was very childish and cute, it was densely written with detailed textual information. The archdruid stretched out a slender finger that was completely wrapped in tender leaves and gently pointed above a huge circle.
"Without real force to back it up, no amount of plunder can be held without more wealth. See, this is the mapping operation that our scouts, so far, have completed. Go about thirty kilometers to the south. You will see a human fortress built on top of a hill, made of huge wood and rock, emitting countless wisps of black smoke, and you can hear the noise of ironworking from a long distance away. Near it, there are also several mines of different sizes - this is definitely an important city for the human kingdom to hoard iron ore."
"And here."
Toria moved her jade finger gently to the west. "This place is permanently inhabited by a group of ugly and stupid hill giants. The number is unknown, but it is not much more. They live in the natural caves of the mountains Zhihong, and sometimes come to plunder the mines. Sometimes, will walk to the meadows of the north to hunt beasts - blood rage chief? Why are you red in the face?"
"Uh - nothing, you go on."
Two red hues suddenly flew on the face of the rouge blazing horse, smiled and skimmed Pinehurst, then coughed softly and lowly. Pretend that nothing happened.
"Finally, the main event. To the east of the fortress lives a tribe of hellish greenskins. The armor coverage is terrifyingly high. I'm afraid they are the elite of the elite. They are harassing the Goth barbarians' ironstone mines, one east and one west with the two-headed giants. The human garrison was about two thousand. One thousand of them were definitely veterans of a hundred battles. The luxury of their equipment is not comparable to ordinary people."
"Greenskins?" Peinhus asked curiously. "Is their flag a red blaze on red leather?"
Toria did not answer, her cold, horrible silver eyes, discontented skimming the pale centaur on the seat.
What a lack of rules and regulations, how dare you interrupt when the chief is speaking - if that white horse, a member of his own clan, would definitely be dragged out and whipped dozens of times to make him learn his lesson.
But ------ he is of the Blood Fury clan. Forget it, for the sake of harmony and stability within the new kingdom, it is better to bear it.
Thinking of this, the displeasure in Chief Golden Crawler's eyes gradually dissipated. Putting on a generous face, he said indifferently, "No, their flag, a white bull's head painted on a black leather."
"It's not the Evil Flame Clan of Beast Onado." After getting the information he wanted, Peinhus stopped talking and continued to listen to the other party's words.
"So, I want to attack that mountain fortress and obtain the mineral deposits that the humans are hoarding inside the city!" The divinely chosen descendant spoke heavily. "In the meantime. Please ask the druids of the Dead Bone Clan to block the sky and the hindrance to avoid the orcs from the east of the fortress to mess up. Also ask the Blood Fury clan to clear out the hill giants in the west that are in the way. Avoid the dilemma of fighting on multiple fronts."
"Of course." Looking at the two chiefs with unpleasant faces, Toria hastily opened her mouth to explain. "I am not trying to take the wealth alone. Quite the contrary, the spoils of war are shared equally among the three tribes. We are just responsible for different goals. My clan, however, is responsible for the most difficult siege battle! I don't think you guys have any objections, right?"
"If the wealth in the city is shared equally, then the Bloodrage Clan can accept your offer. But--" Christina turned her words around.
"The two clans, Wind Howl and Thunder Spear, where are they now?"
"Humans are like turtles, cowering inside each strong fortress, and we need to smash open the hard shells one by one to take out the meat for a good meal, which is too much trouble." Chief Golden Crawler smiled and said.
"Therefore, when attacking the city, I will deliberately release their messengers to see if those barbarians from the north will come out of the city to rescue their companions - if they dare to step out of the city gates, the Wind Howler Clan and Thunder Spear Clan, who have been patrolling and ambushing the main traffic, will completely annihilate them. Then they will be completely wiped out."
Chapter 77: The beginning of the hunt
Six huge hill giants, in the wide mountain range, take a terrifying step that makes heaven and earth tremble. Each step, will be on the ground, lifting several feet of gray dust, they are clad in never-washed ragged animal skin. Exposed a large mountain-like thick, strong, dirty muscles. Twelve dull yellow eyes with a dumb look, carefully searching the neighborhood, whether there can be fruitful prey.
These giants used the complete ribs of some kind of giant beast as a framework, supplemented by thick rattan, strong pieces of wood, soft animal skin, pieced and bound into a most rudimentary bone basket. Loaded with several sheep-sized horror throwing stones. Carried on his broad and magnificent back. Sturdy and thick slender arms, also grasping a huge to unbelievable horror of the wooden stick.
Suddenly, the cliff in front of the giant, a hideous roar. A bipedal flying dragon covered with strong scales, like an umbrella lizard open neck film, a pair of huge flesh wings that cover the sky, up to 20 feet wide, trying to deter the incoming enemy, will be their nest behind the dead.
But this exaggeration of volume only whetted the appetite of the hill giants, who had been wiping their dry, saliva-ridden lips with the backs of their rough, dirty hands.
More meat!!!
"BOOM!!!"
Six huge rocks, tearing the air, emitting a chilling sound of breaking air, viciously smashed into the craggy bluff of the bipedal dragon, the same huge, clumsy monster dodged, right wing by the whistling boulders smashed solidly, directly limp drooping to the ground, the hard scales on the chest, but also in a burst of crisp loud sound, was smashed out of countless dense as a spider web! Terrible cracks!
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Seeing that the opponent's right flank had been broken, just like a cooked duck, completely unable to run away, the hill giants, at once let out a roar of excitement. They no longer throw stones, and even dropped the wooden sticks in their hands, strong and powerful arms, clutching the rocks raised on the cliff, excitedly climbing upwards!
The huge, badly wounded dragon let out a low roar of despair, and the long, thick, poisonous tail behind it, like a giant python, cut a horrible black shadow in the air and stung a huge, dirty hand, bursting into a shocking wave of blood. The dark yellow skin of the hill giant, instantly floated a layer of dark green horrible poison cloud, and is still spreading!
The giant on the hand let out a scream, let go and fell down the high rock wall, stirring up a sky of smoke and dust, shaking the whole mountain, are shaking slightly.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the second giant arms, half of his body exposed on the ledge. But what greeted him was the hideous and gruesome bloody mouth of the bipedal flying dragon! Numerous razor-sharp fangs, densely pierced on the hill giant's head!
The beast's jaws terrifying bite, with a mouth of daggers like horrible sharp teeth, instantly bit through the giant's solid skin and skull, upper and lower jaws ruthlessly rubbed, directly tore off half of the giant's head! Like drinking wine, thirsty for each other's blood and brains.
However, this was as far as he got, as more and more hill giants, from both sides, climbed up the rock wall. A third giant caught the flying dragon's poisoned tail, a fourth pounced directly on top of the dragon's back, using his own weight to severely restrict his movements, and a fifth, fumbling a huge rock from his basket, smashed it heavily on top of the bipedal flying dragon's head in front of his terrified golden vertical pupils! The crimson dragon blood, stained the giants dirty body - according to their tradition of not bathing, this blood mark, I'm afraid, will remain for life.
At this time, the giant who fell off the cliff, also covered his back that hurt from the fall, and stood up with his teeth bared. They let out a low roar of reluctance. The giants threw the dragon corpse off the cliff, searched the dragon's nest for several huge dragon eggs, and two smelly sheep corpses. Carefully, they climbed down the cliff. Well, with the meat of the dead companions, today's hunting mission, done!
However, this bunch of hill giants full of money, but did not find, their heads circling, flying a few black eagles. Sharp eagle pupils, dead eyes on everything under the eyes.
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"These Gold Crawlers are really bad at scouting, just throwing down the phrase "there are an unknown number of hill giants here" and that's it?" Kulonia stretched out an arm from his black feather cloak, listening to the information brought back by his animal companions, and complained. "I don't know if they're just not good at their craft, or if they're just trying to make things difficult for us!"
"Alright, stop whining. This is the first task that the Blood Fury Clan is doing for the new kingdom, so let's all do a good job and show our great power in front of the rest of the clan." Christina kindly calmed the head of the marauders. "What's the result of the reconnaissance?"
"As silly, dumb, stupid, and stupid as some heavy armor fearless, who can screw things up remotely and have to rush up and get killed. But they are incredibly powerful and throwing stones is a bit scary. If in the vast and endless grasslands, they throw stones until they die, and never try to rub a hair on my head, but the mountainous terrain is complicated - in case there is no place to hide, they will really be smashed into mush."
Cologna commented pertinently to.
"These giants live inside a super-sized cave, and every day they divide into a dozen hunting parties and spread out to hunt. The number of each branch varies from one to ten. The count is about one hundred and two ------ Wait, new information, a giant has just been bitten to death by a bipedal flying dragon, there is one hundred and one left. They need to hunt around to feed the biggest and fattest of the herd, and also the ugliest and dumbest, the leader of the giants who stays inside the cave all day long.
Ah, yes, we dare not venture into the cave where there is nowhere to hide. But based on the sound speculation, at the time the hunting party all left. Inside, in addition to the giant leader, there are probably nine female hill giants left - it should be their leader's harem."
"Good job. Hard work." Rouge Blazing Horse nodded slightly. "The narrow mountainous terrain will limit the deployment of troops, making it impossible to use our numerical advantage, and the power of these hill giants far exceeds ours ------ So, gather the clan's most powerful Marauders and Druids to the battle! Bring all the iron arrows with you! In bring enough dry food for five days - hunting such swarming giants requires patience."
"As ordered."
"One more thing. Just like before, my sister will handle the clan affairs while I am away." Christina gently came to Luga's ear, the surface reveals a warm and warm smile. But with a whisper that no one else could hear, slowly uttered creepy horrible words that made the horse warrior's bones.
"Remember clearly, it was Christian who was running everything before when I wasn't in camp! I'm not dead yet! Kid! If you take advantage of people and make my sister cry once, I'll cut your head off and stab it on a spear!!!"
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After several days of meticulous reconnaissance operations, the marauders, without the knowledge of the big fools, figured out all the other side's routes of action. So, the blood rage chief led Pinehurst, the five remaining druids of the clan, and fifty elite marauders with at least four ranger ranks, leading a hundred steppe steeds, with enough supplies, provisions. Embarked on a hundred turns of the rugged mountain road.
Chapter 78: Fall of Giants (I)
Ordinary cavalry, naturally, can not harness the crotch horses, galloping in the rugged roads of the mountains and hills. The loss of speed advantage of the cavalry, can be said to land Viking is not as good as chicken.
But centaurs are different. They are the infantry that are huge in size and have the speed and impact of cavalry. They can even cross high platforms and cliffs that are insurmountable for humans with their powerful jumping ability. The only thing that limits them, I'm afraid, is the narrowness of the mountain path and the sheer size ... but the mountain path is available for hill giants to walk around.
"Good, strange, ah." With a golden sunrise, slowly emerged from the mountains. The hill giants also slowly spread out in all directions. Beginning the day's hunting work. They raised their huge ugly heads in confusion.
Hell, there were an unusually high number of bear hawks hovering in the sky today. That thing flying in the air is not easy to aim at, it's hard to hit. Not much meat yet, forget it, whatever.
The leader of the hunt shook his head fiercely and decided not to use his dull brain to think about such a complicated matter. Putting on the stone throwing basket on his back and grabbing the huge wooden stick, he then took the three hill giants under him and slowly walked towards the north.
Yesterday. Their squad was hunting bipedal flying dragons when one died and one was injured. The giant who fell off the cliff, his spine was cracked, and he had to grunt twice when he moved around.
Although the dead will be eaten by the hill giants as food. The injured clansman, however, will be properly cared for and expected to return to his injuries and become a workforce again.
After all, the hill giant's ability to reproduce, and the growth rate of the young is too slow and long.
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I don't know how far he walked, suddenly, a strange creature he had never seen before, reflected in the interior of his huge pupils:The monster was equally tall and strong. The upper half of the body is a human male appearance, the lower half, but a robust heavy war horse.
Without saying a word, the hill giants reached their right hand to the bone frame behind them. Pull out a huge rock. But ... that half-man, half-horse monster, but like a brown lightning, quickly disappeared behind the hills!
"Chase!!!"
The four hill giants let out an earth-shattering roar, striding with enough terror to make everything tremble, and chasing after a strange prey they've never seen before!
The centaurs deliberately slowed down, leaning on the curved terrain and dodging the throwing stones behind them with agility while seducing the hill giants to the east, closer, closer and closer!
"Haha! It, for, hiding, from, the, stone, chooses, this, side, of, the, dead end!"
The hill giants made a deafening sound of mockery. Foolish minds combined with clumsy tongues allowed them to speak only by popping words out one by one.
After realizing that the strange creature was running towards the dead end. The hunting party also relaxed and swaggered forward closer. Sure enough, the half-man, half-horse creature, wedged between three crags, looked desperately at itself blocking the only exit.
"Smash it, it!"
The hill giants wielded huge wooden sticks and charged forward with gusto, but ... the other side actually sneered and turned into an eagle, flying arrogantly high into the clouds?
"FIRE!!!"
Suddenly, countless dense monster figures emerged from the low rock walls on three sides! They bent their bows and arrows and fired at the giant at their feet! With a deafening sound like thunder, a sharp conical arrow sank deep into their dirty and rough skin, blossoming into a shocking bloody rose.
"Trap!"
The giants let out an angry roar. To put on hiding above the rock wall, the view of rock throwing received obstruction. There is no choice but to endure the severe pain and climb upward.
And as they stared at the foolish pupils the size of a child's head and emerged from the rock wall, a tall, godly, handsome white man-horse with two dozen monsters. Threw a heavy javelin in his hand! Almost zero distance shot on his ugly rough face!
"Don't kill them! Killing the giants will only reduce the enemy by one combat unit. However, getting a giant wounded. But it can force the other side to send one or two clansmen forward to take care of it!"
Pinehurst ordered the clan not to scare their hands to death while pouring a bag of water into the rock wall. When the second giant's left hand, the moment it reached the top of the rock wall, an icy ray of piercing cold wind, wrapped in frost and snow debris. Precisely stabbed on top of the wet rock, another instantly frozen into a smooth ice surface.
The giant's left hand slipped, and the weight of his entire body was carried by his stout right arm. The pale centaur shrugged his shoulders, Magnus immediately smiled badly and threw up his poisonous scorpion-like tail to paralyze the toxin. Through the sharp poisonous stinger, all injected into that giant's fingertips!
Looking at his instantly swollen and dark green fingers, the hill giant let out a miserable and horrible scream. But did not let go yet. Pinehurst had to lift his own sturdy and handsome centaur front body, the whole body close to 2100 pounds of terrifying weight, the terrible pressure, all gathered in the high hanging in the air pale front hooves, trampled hard on top of the giant's middle finger!
With a crisp sound, the giant's dirty to the extreme nail caps, suddenly crumbled, broken into a pile of tiny crumbs, accompanied by crimson blood splattered everywhere, he himself also screamed and fell off the cliff, raising the dust, almost covering the entire valley
"Retreat."
Looking at the four bruised, lying in the valley straight grunting hill giants. More than twenty skins of unharmed people, like ghosts quietly away.
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At night, the centaurs that had been hunting giants all day withdrew to the hidden zero-hour camp. Pinehurst and Kulonia each led twenty centaurs out hunting. Christina, on the other hand, led the remaining men to guard the horses' supplies.
"It took us a day to get a total of four hunting groups wounded, a total of twenty-nine hill giants. Add to that the troops taking care of the wounded, and they'll be at least half as many teams out hunting."
Painehurst stroked the rouge blazing horse nestled in his arms and nibbled wearily on a slice of cured meat." These giants don't have any food storage skills. They will have to starve tonight. We, on the other hand, can bring in a steady stream of provisions from the tribe."
"Yeah." Christina squinted her eyes comfortably." Just slowly harass and loot like this. Sooner or later, we will drive those silly big guys crazy. At that time. Let's gather all our strength and take out those hill giants who are too hungry to move, one by one."
"As for the long time? The Golden Crawler Clan, however, attacked a large human fortress without any siege equipment. We are no slower than they are."
Chapter 79: Fall of Giants (II)
King of Giants: Guragul sat atop his rocky throne, each of his rock-like, huge, solid orange muscles. All because of the anger, and gently tremble.
His foolish, ugly dirty head, covered by a layer of unknown shadow. Manic issued a sound of anger, tyranny to the extreme of the mournful roar, so that the deafening deafening sound like thunder, in the closed cavern interior, back and forth.
Today, the hunting party only brought back less than half of the usual prey. Moreover, about a third of the clan was seriously injured! Unable to go out to get food for a short period of time - and what's worse, all the injured, mentioned a strange monster that was half man, half horse.
This is **naked provocation! Something dares to offend and attack my kingdom! Mine!
Guragul smashed a large bowl made of skulls in anger. From his rocky throne, he stood upright with his huge twelve-foot tall body and began to distribute food for his people. More than a hundred giants, only he and his nine wives, eaten belly full. The rest of the giants barely ate only a half full. Under hunger, even smashed the bones, sucking out the marrow inside, by the way, the broken white bones also swallowed.
The next day, Guragul ordered all the old and weak women and children to gather to take care of their wounded compatriots, and ordered the unfed hill giants to continue to go out hunting - this time, they learned wisely, more than fifty hill giants did not scatter around, but gathered together, nervously clutching the boulders in their hands, scanning back and forth around the team, slowly Walking towards the grassland in the north.
Seeing such a horrible size of the giant troops, the centaurs did not dare to rashly go ahead and mess with them, so they relied on several times the enemy's high mobility, and excellent sky scouting ------ by hand to kill and take away all the prey on the way of the giants. By the way, the livestock under the foothills of the mountains, drove to the further north.
The giants would have converged the entire clan for safety, hunting en masse. Monsters along the road, but also by the people to clean up a clean. That night, even the King of Giants:Guragul did not have enough to eat! His grumpy, angry horrible roar, haunting the nearby mountain peaks, did not dissipate for a long time.
On the third day, can not stand the hunger, and the whole day did not see the horse and man sighting of the hill giants, lucky, again scattered hunting.
However, their every move fell in the eyes of the eagle in the sky. So, Peinhus and Kulonia repeated the same trick, set traps, ambushes, and then sent druids as beasts to lure the hungry and crazy giants, step by step, to their doom.
That night, the entire cave was filled with the painful moans of the wounded, and Gulagul stomped his feet in worry. In addition to the manpower to take care of the wounded, he only had 40 fighting clansmen!
There was no choice, and on the fourth day, the hungry King of Giants, himself leading forty giants, marched south - there were two huge human settlements in the vicinity. One was the Iron Peak Fortress located in the middle of the mountains and rivers - the city that the Golden Crawler Clan was besieging. There were only various hard stones and burnt charcoal there, nothing to eat.
The other, on the other hand, is Diodosia, located on the northern coast of the Black Sea. There the water and grass are abundant. Beyond the fortified fortress, there are endless fields and pastures. Also backed by the Black Sea, the fishing industry is extremely developed, is an important breadbasket of the Gothic Kingdom in the south. If the local barbarian garrison was not too annoying. For the hill giants, it was simply a perfect hunting ground.
"The plan went better than imagined." Listening to the information brought back by his animal companion, a cruel smile emerged on the shadowy face of the head of the predators that resembled an eagle.
"Let's go, take the wounded giants in the nest, with the old and the sick in a nest!"
"Don't be in a hurry. After seeing what happens, if the giants win, we will rush over and kill the giants who have just experienced a bloody battle, and then bring back the head of their leader. In this way, those hill giants who are lying badly wounded will surely lose their will to fight out of great fear." Peinhus said indifferently.
"If the giants are defeated ... then a cave of old and weak people is not enough to fear. After witnessing their stone-throwing skills with my own eyes, I quite want to capture them alive.
Think about it. We can't make siege equipment, and we can't always get orcs for every siege - but these hill giants have the muscle. Enough to rival a stone thrower! It's like a bunch of walking siege machines!"
"Raising a bunch of hill giants with low intelligence as siege machinery? Not bad either." Kulonia scratched the stubble on his jaw." As long as enough food is given. That group of silly giants shouldn't rebel."
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Just as the centaurs were sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, the huge and horrifying figures of the giants also appeared near Diodosia. They let out a horrible roar like thunder, while throwing the sky-blinded boulders, while madly charging forward!
However, the horrific scene, like a natural disaster, did not make the hard-working farmers, and herdsmen driving sheep and cattle feel afraid. These tiny human beings, like mole crickets, actually crouched down like wild beasts, instead of the giant issued a cruel and horrible roar of rage!
A pair of bloodshot eyes inside, jumping, burning with a ghastly scarlet glow. Their physiques began to expand dramatically, fragile skin, growing clusters of thick hair. Rough fingertips, flashing as if a blade like a harsh chill, grinning a hideous and horrific bloody mouth, wildly up to the sky long howl!
As the Centaur Kingdom was reorganized, Horus also spread his bestial curse within the land!
"This is, what, something?" The hill giants looked at the mixed breed werewolves in front of them in disbelief, and the first thought that came to their minds was instead that the wolf meat was too sour for the giants to swallow.
"OW!!!"
More and more wolf howls rang out from inside the city walls. Countless giant wolves clad in leather armor, lockets, carrying shields hand axes, and even bows and arrows, swarmed out of Theodosia!
With their four paws on the ground, these giant wolves galloped over the vast pastures at a speed not inferior to that of horses, scaring the nearby cattle and sheep enough. But when they got close to the giant, their bodies changed again!
A strong and powerful hind legs, becoming more and more lanky and slender, while the torso, is closer to the human model, the body fierce up a ... these beasts, actually walking upright!
"Embrace this power! Long live Horus!!!"
The leader of the garrison captain looked up to the sky and roared. He pulled out the iron axe and shield he carried behind his back, and led hundreds and thousands of giant wolves to fight viciously with the hill giants!
Chapter 80: Fall of Giants (III)
"ROAR!!!"
The horrible eyes of the bestialized werewolves, crawling with crimson blood, flashed with a horrifying bloodthirsty killing intent. This group of barbarian civilians, who had recently been transformed into werewolves, could not stay awake like Horus' legion, and they all roared to the sky, giving vent to their deep-seated anger, and killed the hill giant without fear of death!
"Such a powerful force!"
Vida was intoxicated by this wild gift and could not stop herself. Once, she was a weak woman with no hands, and could only stay at home, watching her father, husband, and even her newly grown children, one by one, take up arms and join the army to fight for her people.
Then, like countless women and children around her, she listened to the bad news coming from the north again and again, and watched one after another almost indistinguishable piece of flesh, in a death-like silence, delivered to her eyes - how she wanted to take up arms and avenge her loved ones! But because of her weakness, she could only hide at home and cry alone!
But now it's different! His Majesty Horus, and his brothers and sisters under him, had given their weak and powerless selves strength enough to rival monsters!
Countless tiny particles, unobservable to the naked eye, drifted into the inside of her moist, soft nasal cavity with each of Vida's heavy breaths. Allowing her to easily distinguish between the enemy and us.
The smell of choking smoke, the fresh smell of wheat, and a hint of fishy livestock were mixed with the smell of fellow countrymen who spent their nights together. And those who stay in the mountains, never bathed in their lives, the hills of the enemy, and emit a suffocating and horrible stench. This obvious difference in smell, with the instinctive feeling in the subconscious, allows the wolves who have fallen into a state of madness, not to fall into the dilemma of killing each other after losing their senses.
Closer, closer, closer!
Just as the female werewolf galloped over the farm, opening a hideous and terrifying bloody mouth, trying to tear the powerful enemy in front of her, a giant rock of her size, whistling out of the palm of the hill giant, like a brown lightning bolt, instantly exploded in front of her slender wolf's kiss!
Vida felt as if her soft, moist nose had been hit hard by a siege hammer, and her hard cranial bones were broken at every turn! She felt like a poor ant being trampled on the bottom of her feet, directly by the huge rock, viciously smashed down in the fertile mud!
Every bone in the werewolf's body let out a shattering wail, and under the horrible pressure, her broken ribs pierced into the soft internal organs, and her robust body was almost crushed into a thin sheet of paper, squeezing out a big pool of sticky, red and hot blood, sticking her soft black fur to the hard stone surface, rolling together on the farm land, moving forward, and plowing a The blood-colored furrows are shocking to the eye!
"OW!!!"
The death of their companions made the remaining wolves even more tyrannical and unpredictable! More than a hundred soldiers opened their bows and arrows at a distance, shooting a dense rain of terrifying arrows at the rock-hard flesh and blood of their enemies so that more of their compatriots, bathed in the sky-shattering shadows, could continue to charge forward, biting at the top of their filthy, huge ankles and trying to yank them to the ground!
"Hell! Hell! Hell!"
Gulagul raised his rough and huge wooden stick high up and smashed it hard on top of the swarming wolves, instantly smashing a bloody wave mixed with pieces of bone and broken flesh. But more wolves followed the stick and climbed up his huge arm in a flash! Every step taken by the sharp claws could leave five shallow blood marks on his dirty and rough skin.
"Fire!"
The werewolf soldiers saw the right moment and shot a rain of horrible arrows at Guragul, although they couldn't pierce his too huge muscle surface and only caused some insignificant flesh wounds. But, also attract the attention of the king of giants - a small group of barely sane wolves, with their terrifying speed, rounded the back of the giant, tearing at each other's flesh and blood!
"ROAR!!!"
Guragul let out a roar and his left hand glowed with a hazy, dark pink light. With an agility disproportionate to his size, he caught the weak werewolf galloping on his arm, and with a force of his five fingers, squeezed him directly into a twisted mass of broken flesh! The two crawling bloodshot eyeballs were even squeezed out of their sockets alive.
Looking at the bloody piece of flesh in his hand, the King of Giants hesitated, not knowing whether he should eat it on the spot or throw it as a cannonball - when another round of dense arrows rained down and nailed him on his left shoulder.
The enraged Guragul hesitated no longer as he swung his right arm and slammed the body hard into the bowmen's position a hundred feet away, raising a large, noisy cloud of dust once again as the wolves shrieked.
At the same time, the King of Giants bent his knees slightly and leaped into the high clouds, like a huge meteorite, hitting the earth hard! The strong tremor even affected the soldiers who were watching from afar! They were all weak in the hoofs and unsteady on their feet!
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"This king of giants is so agile." Kulonia said with admiration. "And I thought hill giants were all big and stupid."
"Yes." Peinhus echoed the words, but his dark eyes, but he looked at the distant Guragul's left hand in shock, even forgot to breathe: although far apart, the guy's left ring finger, with a huge gold ring, set with an oval-shaped pink gem. Shining with a hazy, illusory and gorgeous light ------
"Magnus! Go and see the jewel!"
"You think that's one of the nine jewels in the crown?"
The little devil moved his neck. Fluttering a pair of crimson wings, he instantly disappeared into the air. He was like a deft falcon, weaving above the noisy battlefield, gradually approaching Guragul.
That's right, the shape of that pink jewel is nearly identical to the sorcerous crown oval indentation! Inside, too, like the emerald jade, there was a similarly deep, dark shadow - but the twisted shadow, holding a pair of daggers, bent its body low, as if it were a dark crescent moon.
"But ------ how did these humans suddenly become werewolves? We've been plundering for so long, this is the first time we've encountered bestialized people, right?" Kulonia frowned uneasily. "You see, their strength and agility grew a lot, and even more terrifying - those guys are not afraid of death like crazy! If a whole city of people have been infected with the bestialization virus ------"
Pinehurst woke up with a jolt. He had just focused all his attention on the second jade stone, not noticing such a horrible thing - the Tungoths, how did they turn into werewolves?
"You two! Go back and report to the chief! And go back to the camp and tell everyone to go to a safe place immediately! Don't get mixed up with the Golden Crawlers!" Cullonia shuddered as he repatriated his two most elite scouts.
Damn! All of the Chosen Descendants' plans are based on the premise that the Eastern Goths are very weak! If the Iron Blade Fortress, and even the barbarian reinforcements coming in, were all such mad wolves - who knows what the west has become!