Chapter 81: Fall of Giants (IV)
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More and more soldiers, farmers, herdsmen, and even women and children rushed out of the gates of the city and turned into hideous bloodthirsty werewolves in front of the hill giant! They were like a dark river of stars that was so dark and profound that it swept over the giant's ankles, and inside the river, thousands of ghastly, blood-colored stars were flashing!
The wolves stuck to the hill giants like maggots and bones, slowly tearing their solid flesh and blood, one after another, the giants were bitten off by the Gothic barbarians and fell to the ground like a collapsing mountain. The hybrid werewolves let out a triumphant roar, waving their claws stained with dirt and blood, grinning their deadly fangs, and frantically tearing at the giants' necks and faces!
Looking at the army of werewolves emerging from Diodosia, and the clansmen who were drowned and killed by the sea of wolves under their feet, the hill giants gradually lost all their battle intent and ran back to the mountains in the north one by one with wailing.
At first, Guragul also let out a shocking roar, trying to use violence, dragging the deserters back to continue the battle, but the pink glow that shone on his fingers, slowly dimmed - this time, his exaggerated to the extreme reaction speed, turned to be exactly the same as the other giants, unable to dodge another attack of the wolf tide!
The toes of the king of giants were instantly bitten and torn away from the paws of a black wolf. Guragul, whose foot was bleeding like water, crushed the diminutive beast with one foot, forcibly endured the severe pain, dragged a bloody stream, left behind his compatriots who were struggling in the sea of wolves, and fled the battlefield in haste!
Also seeing the enemy defeated, the Donggoths were not in the mood to chase after them, they just wanted to guard their home. What's more, the hill giant's meat tasted like chewing wax and was so hard that it couldn't be cooked and even gnawed without turning into wolf form, so it had no hunting value.
What's more - most of the werewolves simply couldn't keep their sanity, and seeing the giant running away, they vented their creepy, maniacal killing intent on the nearby cattle and sheep! The few werewolves who could barely keep their senses rallied together and confronted with their beastly compatriots who had killed in front of them, not bothering to chase after the fleeing enemies.
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"Okay, it's our turn to do it!" Seeing the remaining twenty or so hill giants, screaming miserably and routing to the north, Kulonia skillfully drew out a conical iron arrow. Gently rested on the oak bow.
"Peinhus, we have to kill these giants - they've all been bitten by the bestial man. When the next full moon comes, they'll turn into maniacal, bloodthirsty beasts, and king-sized versions of them. The damage is not even on the same level as those human-turned beasts."
"Understood. That said ------ if we are scratched, will we also be infected with the bestial virus?" The pale horse spoke uneasily. "It's the first time I've seen such a strange monster."
"Don't worry about it, the infected only take on beast form, and the surface of their teeth and claws will breed the foul, profane plague bacteria." The knowledgeable marauder leader spoke patiently. "What's more - that virus only works on humanoid creatures and giants. Centaurs are immune to it."
"That's good. Let's go! Leave no one behind!" Pinehurst looked stonily to the south - this bestialization virus was too terrifying. An entire city of old and weak women and children had all been transformed into epileptic soldiers!
The hill giant, who had just escaped the tiger's den, crashed headlong into a dense shower of conical arrows from the centaurs, and his battered torso once again burst into a scarlet wave of blood. The elite marauders ordered a hovering eagle to contract a pair of black wings and swoop down hard on the inside of the giants' human head-sized eye sockets! Pecking at their pitifully small brains!
However, that king of giants was cunningly over the top, as he straddled his wooden stick above his belt, his huge palm, covering his vulnerable face, using the body of his compatriot as a shield, and darted north, just as his left hand once again flashed with a burst of pink illusory light, and with jaw-dropping speed, dashed directly inside the cavern, avoiding the firing perspective of the centaur!
Hell, the Marauders lowered their composite longbows in annoyance. Hiding in the cave was okay, they weren't fearless bunch of lunatics who were good at melee combat. In case they entered the narrow cave and met up with the hill giants lurking around the corner ------
"I, Hill Giant, King, demand, a, holy, duel, with, your, chief!!!"
Suddenly, a broken universal language came from inside the cave.
"If, I, win! You guys! Let go! I go! If! Me! Lose! Let you! Dispose of!"
"Leave him alone. Peinhus, let's block him here and slowly starve this guy to death." Looking at the leaping pale centaur, the marauder leader shook his head. "Or, it wouldn't hurt to run back and forth for two days and bring enough wood from the Blood Fury camp to smoke him out with a fire."
"But we don't have time." The pale centaur sighed. Resolutely, he said.
"If you think about it, bestial people can be successfully transformed only at the moment of the full moon. We have been in Crimea for thirty-six days. Never seen a bestial man before. But the last full moon was twenty days ago! Someone took advantage of this time and began to turn humans into such epileptic beasts."
"So?"
"We've been plundering Goth villages, but we've never met an orc until today. Thirty-six! Twenty! This is such a short interval, indicating that the human conversion of the werewolves has only just begun a few days ago. I'm afraid that only a few cities will all be infected with the bestial plague. But ------ in about ten more days, the world will see the second full moon. The second wave of transformed werewolves will also be about to awaken! Every month that passes, the power of the Eastern Gothic Kingdom will increase by one point! The other Centaur clans, maybe something has already happened!"
The pale centaur's brow furrowed. Striding out of his bunker, "Come on! Giant, acting chief of the Blood Fury Clan, respond to your challenge!"
"Boom!"
Gulagul was silent for a while, and only after a few seconds, limping on one foot, trembling out of the cavern where he was hiding. Dark yellow eyes, emitting sparks of anger, the gold ring, the dull pink gem, once again emitting eye-catching light, twelve feet tall clumsy giant, suddenly became incomparably sensitive, stepping on the ground shaking the terrifying pace, kill Pinehurst in front of the eyes!
"Stacking the length of the arm with the wooden stick! Trying to make up for the disadvantage of distance with a burst attack?"
The giant's right arm, which was gripping the handle of the stick, was like a poisonous snake waiting to strike and tightened back. Pinehurst quickly moved to his left side, a blue python, from his shoulder quietly stretched out, as the head of the python's skeletal claws, burning up dark green evil flame, like a spring, deftly wrapped around the huge stick like a siege hammer above, in the giant's right hand, digging out five dark green claw marks. The flesh and blood at the wound quickly rotted into a pile of disgusting flesh, the horrible neurotoxin, so that the king of giants can not feel the existence of his right hand!
"Ghoul's Touch, and it can only paralyze one of his hands?"
Pinehurst stared in disbelief as he watched his enemy use his left hand to break his right five fingers alive, grab the wooden stick and smash it back at him!
"BOOM!!!"
The opponent's movements were too swift, the pale horse dodged too late, had to pull out the battle axe at his waist, barely blocked the powerful blow, his proud strength, in front of the giant, not surprisingly fell into the wind, two robust arms trembled slightly.
Super magic spell casting - spell fixing!
The crown of sorcery flashed up with the light of arcane magic. The tip of the leader demon's golden spear, flashing up a bright blue ice ball, shot out a cold ray mixed with bone-chilling wind and sharp ice shards, but the giant was faster! He raised his hand violently and directly dodged this arcane attack!
Pinehurst hurriedly jumped backwards, pulling away while retrieving the ghost hands, pale face, recovered some blood. These ghostly ghost hands that are as hideous and gruesome as pythons, but made of their own life energy, each created a ghost hand, it feels like going to the hospital to give some blood, can produce a sense of obvious weakness.
The good thing is that you can take these life energies back into your body, otherwise you really wouldn't dare to use this death-defying spell casually.
"Go to hell!!!"
Just as Peinhus pulled away, the ghoul's poison in the giant's right hand actually dissipated for the most part. Guragul gripped his right palm, which had returned to normal, and regrasped the huge wooden stick with his right hand. The ugly head of the centaur showed a hideous smile.
Just when Gulagul was ready to pursue, the pink glow on that golden ring dimmed, and seeing this, he had to give up the pursuit. Waiting for it to light up again before taking a big step forward and putting the wooden stick in his hand, with the speed of lightning. Sweeping out a terrifying arc!
Pinehurst stomped on the ground, the whole instantly leaped high in the air, dodging the other side of the sweep, but the huge arms that shimmered pink, a hand grabbed his own stalled in mid-air, dodging human body!
"Hell!"
Guragul and the pale centaur, at the same time, let out a cry of surprise, Peinhus was surprised at the speed of the giant, while Guragul was afraid of the weight of the centaur! The tendons of his arms, instantly torn by the terrifying weight of the warlock! Crushed! The entire left side of his body, were Pinehurst's huge body falling downward, brought down to the ground!
The bones and muscle density of centaurs far exceed those of ordinary humans. Grab a one-ton thing with one hand? Even a hill giant can't do it!
"It seems that only the sorcery crown can fully carry the power of these stones, and that emerald jade that is immune to toxins is permanently in effect! And the opponent's pink jewel, about every ten seconds flickers, each lasting for ten seconds. During the flashing period, his attack and reaction speed is too terrifying, and he can only launch counterattacks in the gaps!"
Watching the pink light fall into a darkness again. The pale centaur spat a mouthful of blood froth, his torso by the giant's right hand fiercely pinched, although not like ordinary werewolves, directly crushed burst. But the ribs, I'm afraid, also appeared a ghastly crack.
While the light was fading, the warlock created two twisted, hideous ghostly hands in one breath, and sprang out of his broad back! They twisted, spun and danced in the air, easily bypassing the giant's bulky body, winding up the hideous and horrific negative energy, one left and one right, directly into the giant's nostrils! Trying to send the blue smoke, representing death, into the inside of his brain!
"ROAR!!!"
Gulagul threw the pale centaur with one hand, viciously into the distance - but his left hand, after a series of overload activities, directly broken tendons and bones, hanging limply at the waist. And the ghost hand had to regretfully exit the giant's nostrils after reaching the limit distance. Accompanied by their master, together with the flight into the distance.
Pinehurst's long, sturdy hooves cut four deep furrows in the mountain, barely steadying his footing, red blood slowly trickling down his lips. The damned giant across the street, once again holding a wooden stick the size of a siege mallet, took a terrifying step that shook the mountains, and rushed hard at himself!
Damn! That beautiful pink glow, it's flashing again!
Chapter 82:The Soul of Pixie Dust
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"WHOOSH!!!"
Suddenly, more than fifty sharp arrows with cold light, whistling over the heads of Pinehurst, trailing behind them, are hundreds of dense enough to cover the sky black eagles!
The elite marauders, led by Kulonia, bravely joined the duel, and after summoning more natural allies, they meandered back to the two flanks of the King of Giants, emitting a terrifying hoofbeat like the drums of war and death thunder, while shooting rounds of conical arrows for breaking armor!
Guragul had to stop the momentum of his own charge. With a chilling whistling sound, endless arrows, bursting a mournful flower of blood on his body. Along with the black feathers falling from the sky, the primitive and majestic eagle, also frantically scratching and pecking at the giant's dirty flesh and blood!
Even if his movements were swift and bizarre, he could not stop such a dense attack!
At this moment, the pink glow on the gold ring, once again dimmed.
The pale centaur seized this opportunity, as he agilely dodged the terrifying, but clumsy blast of the wooden stick, and the sharp blade of his axe, precisely slashed above Guragul's wrist, embedded deep inside his hard, bloody flesh, and precisely snapped the giant's tendons!
The huge wooden stick, too, fell to the ground from his weak and feeble palms.
"Magnus! I've abolished his hands!"
The pale centaur directly abandoned the battle axe that penetrated deep into the giant's flesh and blood and was difficult to pull out, and instead drew the Roman short sword at his waist, leaving it wrapped in a dark green flame full of decay!
And hearing the warlock shouting loudly, Magnus, who understood that his opponent was no longer a threat, also revealed his prototype from the air, one left and one right, tacitly attacking the legs of the King of Giants!
"Cheating! Unfair!!!" Guragul let out a resigned cry of rage as the devil's paralyzing neurotoxin, rushed inside its massive left leg, while its right ankle, by the broad blade of its sword, had a horrific fissure, a bloodied wound that was decaying into a pile of rotting flesh at a rate visible to the naked eye!
The king of giants, whose limbs were wounded and unstable, collapsed like a mountain range with a series of inaudible curses!
"Yes, yes, I am despicable," listened to the king of giants who was still cursing at the moment of death, the head of the marauders, arrogantly stepping on top of Guragul's huge chest." But the noble and great king of giants fell at the feet of a vile villain."
"Stop taunting the dying and get this over with." The pale centaur pulled out his two-handed battle axe, which had thirsted for the blood of giants, and he was also a little upset with Kulonia for interrupting his duel. However, the other party was trying to save him. The acting chief could not say anything.
"Peinhus, I must discuss something with you. Perhaps, it is because you grew up living in the wilderness and were not imbued with our culture." Kulonia, who had watched the pale centaur's every move, withdrew the composite longbow from her hand and wrapped a cloud of vibrant natural energy around her right hand, slowly healing the acting chief's wounds.
"So, you're kind of like a green skin with muscles in your head, or an elf full of arrogance and heroism of each. Very keen on this pointless act of one-upmanship.
But ... such a noble game, playing between fellow countrymen is fine. No need to keep any moral pact with the enemy! As long as you live to win, you can twist the course of it all you want, brother."
"Perhaps, you're right."
Pinehurst, who was suffering from the horrible pain caused by the cracked ribs, nodded silently. He took out an iron arrow and pried off the pink stone from the gold ring with great force - looking at the beautiful pink jade stone, endless joy, immediately washed away the depression in his heart.
The pattern represented by those nine holes, the pale centaur has long been memorized. Emerald jade that heavy armor mage, located on the right side of the crown penultimate, while this pink gem double dagger assassin's totem, is located on the left side of the gold crown penultimate.
With excitement, the centaur warlock unwrapped the hood that concealed his crown and slowly leaned the jewel like the left side, and a golden current immediately erupted from the recesses of the devil's shield!
At the same time, the pink gem also shot out a pink current, and the two entangled together, forming an incredibly powerful attraction stance that instantly pulled it back inside the crown!
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[Crown of Sorcery](Disabled 2/9)
Wearer 3 charms (1 crown 2 gems)
[Super Magic Spellcasting]: The wearer can cast super magic techniques without occupying a high level spell slot, and the number of uses per day is equal to the wearer's level (/). Available super magic techniques: 2/9 (spells fixed hair, spells instantaneous hair)
[Jadeite Jade]: The wearer is immune to toxins, paralysis, and sleep. Allows the wearer to use [Spell Fixing Hair].
[Ghost of Powder]: wearer 6 first attack, 6 reflexes, allows the wearer to use [spell instant]
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Chapter 83:New Servant
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Fleur wailed and cowered in the corner of the cave. His small to pathetic head, long ago remembered that he had not eaten for several days.
He was unfortunate. Even by the standards of hill giants, Ferol was ugly to the extreme from birth, and, moreover, thinner than ordinary giants. Therefore suffered from the ridicule and humiliation of the clan.
Again, he was lucky. Just because he was born thin, Gulagul never put him into the hunting team. Instead, he was nestled inside the cave, with the old and sick, responsible for some chores.
"Gollum!"
Fleur tried to drown out the endless hunger burning in his belly by the darkness of sleep. But the sixty or so hill giants, with their filthy, parched bellies, scrambled to emit a series of deafening thunderclaps!
And then accompanied by more than fifty wounded, this rise and fall of the mournful wail, mixed into a sad to the extreme death dirge, haunting the interior of the cave, a long time can not dissipate, so that the giant people's emotions, lowered to the lowest point ever.
In the midst of this mourning, outside the cave, there seemed to be the noisy sound of horses' hooves, reawakening the great fear in the hearts of the wounded.
At this moment, a hill giant who broke his arm and acted as a sentry, even more panicked, rushed back into the cave, screaming in fear! Dragging the wounded from the nightmare, into the more terrifying reality!
"Centaurs! Centaurs! Coming!!!"
"Don't, be afraid! Prepare, fight!" In the midst of a wail of fear, Guragul's most massive wife jumped out with seven or eight huge, ugly, gender-indistinguishable female giants from their faces alone. They waved and brandished a huge wooden stick, boosting the morale of the crowd.
"Don't, be afraid! Chief, and, everyone, come back, right now! And, bring, food!!!"
"Let's, just, hold on, for a little! TIME!!!"
"Giant! The King of the! Hooray!!!"
"ROAR!!!"
Hearing her assurance, a dozen weak giants, who were responsible for tending to the wounded, rekindled the fighting spirit in their hearts. Covering their hungry bellies, they comically ambushed both sides of the cave entrance, raising the sticks in their hands high in the air, trying to smash the living creatures that broke into the cave.
"You guys! A few! Get ready! Throw the stone!"
Guragul's wives forcibly dragged several giants who were wounded in the legs, but the rest of their bodies were intact, to the door and shoved some stones into their hands, ready to give the enemy a head-on blow with an intensive stone throwing!
"Chief, will take, the army, back to reinforce!"
In the giantesses crazy to everyone cheer when, a stained with blood and dust of the huge ball, bones rolled into the cave, in the crowd under the suspicious gaze, rolling more and more slowly, and finally stopped in the middle of the cave, a pair of dead miserable eyes, reflected in the giant people's pupils inside!
"Karal! My! Child!" An aged giant let out a miserable scream, and under the double blow of spirit and **, the old giant rolled both eyes and fainted straight away!
"Hell! Calar, hunting, what, dead?"
"Bone! Bone!"
No sooner had the hill giants used their heads, which were merely superior to those of the beasts, to think this through. One after another, huge heads stained with blood, were thrown into the dark cave by the centaurs, causing the giants to wail and scream with increasing despair and terror!
Now, even the most foolish giants understood that their last reinforcements and hopes had turned into an illusory bubble! The giants ambushed on both sides of the cave threw down their sticks in despair, and the wounded, who were responsible for throwing stones, fell to the ground, quietly waiting for their own death.
Anyway, they are dead, a large group of old and sick, rather than die in the cave, drowned alive by the endless hunger, it is better to come to a pain!
Magnus hid his bloody body, quietly flew into the interior of the cave, to confirm a room of starving disabled women and children, almost no will to resist, then sent a signal, so that the blood rage chief clad in chimera beast skin, surrounded by Pinehurst and marauders in the center, arrogantly walked into the interior of the cave, behind them, a hundred and fifty steeds loaded with grain.
"Giants of the hill! Your leader has perished!" Christina said proudly. Two marauders strained to lift a horizontal log, in the middle of which, a thick rope was tied, the other end of which went across his blood-soaked eye socket, dangling Guragul's head, dripping with blood, in the air!
"Surrender or death?! Do you want to avenge the king and step meaninglessly into the kingdom of death, just like that fool?" The rouge blazing horse drew a piece of fatty dried meat from its back and threw it arrogantly in the dust under the blearily watching eyes of more than sixty giants.
"Or, kneel at my feet? Swear allegiance to me? The merciful Chief Bloodrage, Christina, will heal your wounds and grant you endless food!"
"Guragul!"
The giantesses let out a scream and raised their sticks high in the air, ready to avenge their loved ones. But the skinny Fleur, quietly emerging from the shadows, wielded a slim wooden stick and smashed it hard against the back of her head with a terrifying thud!!!
Looking at his compatriot who fell in a pool of blood and kept twitching, Ferol gasped and lifted his knee viciously, snapping the wooden stick in his hand in two pieces!
"Of course, it's, allegiance, to you, ah!!!"
"Hahahaha! The hill giant is really funny!" Looking at Ferol's hilarious betrayal, the centaurs let out a roar of laughter and threw the pieces of meat in their hands to Ferol's mouth, watching him chew on the dusty pieces of meat like a dog!
And smelling the tantalizing aroma of smoked meat, hearing the appetizing sound of chewing, one by one the hungry and thin hill giants, scrambling to drag their disabled bodies, for food, reverently kneeling in front of Christina!
Chapter 84:The pack of wolves in chaos
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Carved Chishan District. Tie Feng Bao
"Alan-nure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
Hundreds and thousands of gold-treaded centaurs clad in tough leather armor and armed with composite longbows strained to climb the steep hillside under the cover of some of their compatriots armed with large shields. The warm and soft morning sun was sown on their half-man, half-horse terrifying bodies, reflecting countless brilliant, brilliant golden rays.
"FIRE!!!"
Seeing that the troops were close enough to the walls of Iron Peak Fortress, the Golden Crawler Chief and the Gothic nobleman roared in unison in two very different languages!
All of a sudden, the soldiers of the two tribes hiding behind the battlements and shield walls neatly drew the flexible bow strings in their hands, accompanied by the deafening sound of thundering strings, shooting round after round of dense, sharp arrows like locusts!
The rain of black arrows covered the sky, like two terrifying waves, they howled, flew, whistled and hit the stone battlements and wooden shields fiercely! They played a resounding music that belongs only to war!
"Push forward!!!"
The divinely chosen descendant hid behind a shield wall consisting of several hundred soldiers, formed. Gloomily, she directed the course of the war. She tried to single-handedly take down this barbarian fortress that contained a large amount of iron ore, just to show off the power of her clan! To intimidate the remaining twelve centaur chiefs!
But five days had passed, and Toria still hadn't been able to take the fortress. The scouts were wrong - inside the city, instead of old women and children and miner slaves, there were endless bloodthirsty werewolves!
Of course, the scout who gave her the wrong information, the angry chief, personally beheaded, grabbed the bloody head, fiercely stuck in the spear tip, so that the scout's hollow eyes, covered with a layer of death, forever gazing at the direction of the fortress where he failed in his mission.
"Now is the time! Attack!"
Seeing that the clan had climbed the hill, Chief Golden Crawler roared loudly!
Twelve from inside to outside, draped with lion, tiger animal skin, enough to wrap the whole body of the special lock armor, with a large number of Persian scale armor scattered armored monsters, holding up a large shield of bread iron, after covering their heads. Then under the cover of a rain of arrows rushed out of the shield wall, slowly, but unusually fierce rush towards the direction of the city gates!
"Set fire to those monsters armed to the teeth!"
The Gothic nobleman hissed with all his might. Archers have lowered the hands of the wooden bow, once again save a round of dense arrow rain, several barbarian soldiers, also threw the hands of the flying axe and javelin, so that they whistled and tore the air, in the centaur wrapped iron shield, and cast iron armor, hit, spattered a brilliant dazzling crimson sparks, simply can not stop the other side's advance!
Finally, the slow-moving but terrifyingly defensive armored centaurs rushed to the huge gates of the city. Instead of pulling out the golden weapons worn at their waists, they wheeled their huge fists wearing leather gloves and scaled armor back, and smashed into the wooden gate!
Wait, these twelve people's right index finger, all wearing a cast by bronze, the exquisite sheep's head ring!
The Golden Crawlers clan inherited the treasure trove of the ancient kingdom. The descendants of various nobles also possess a large number of treasures that have been accumulated over generations. They may not be the strongest in battle. But in terms of the wealth of their property and the sophistication of their equipment, no one can beat them.
"BOOM!!!"
After a deafening and horrific sound, the tattered oak gates, like a thin sheet of white paper, were easily pierced by the ring of siege mallets for the fifth time! The terrifying impact, wrapped in sharp wood chips, swept through the entire wall canal!
"Alan-nure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
Looking at the crumbling gates, which had once again collapsed in ruins, the golden crawlers, with a strong spirit, once again shouted the chief's name, wielded their spears and swords decorated with gold and silver, and charged!
"Long live Horus!!!"
The Gothic barbarians, who were unable to guard the gates, followed the example of the Romans and set their defense line at the back exit of the tunnel, turning into horrible werewolves with sharp teeth and claws, burning with countless pairs of scarlet eyes, killing the horrible half-human and half-horse head-on! Every monster that just rushed out of the tunnel would be attacked from three sides at the same time: front, left and right!
"Crunch!"
The endless werewolves, like a tidal wave, swamped the costumed centaurs, and a giant hybrid wolf, leaping high, landed heavily on the horse's back, its plush paws pulling at the enemy's shoulders, trying to bite off its opponent's throat - but its sharp fangs and claws couldn't tear through the horrible triple armor!
The hideous werewolves, irrational, but full of hunting instincts, dived down, over the chainmail shirts that were draped over the horses' hooves, like a curtain of steel protecting the costumed centaurs, and dug in between their hooves!
The abdomen of a costumed centaur is not protected by steel armor!
"ROAR!!!"
Seeing the robust and fat belly of the golden tracked soldier's horse. The werewolf let out a roar of joy, and his sharp wolf claws quickly tore out a huge gap of flesh and blood in the enemy's abdomen! And bathed in a boiling rain of blood, he poked his slender wolf's kiss into the depths of the gap, greedily devouring the enemy's internal organs amidst the wails of the Golden Crawler's horse!
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"Dear Chief! A letter from the Blood Fury Clan!"
Just when the battle was in full swing and the sound of killing was soaring to the clouds, a slightly thin, but extremely fast horse and man hurriedly arrived in front of the God's Chosen Descendants.
He respectfully bent his four horses' hooves and fell to his knees. With his face to the earth and hands raised, he humbly presented a scroll of parchment with the totem of the Blood Fury clan.
"It's about werewolves again, isn't it?" Impatiently, Toria unwrapped the thin rope and spread out the sheepskin rolled together, reading the contents on it carefully. And above her turquoise vine belt, there were already nearly two identical reports.
"Wind Howl, the Thunder Spear clan witnessed those human reinforcements turn into horrific werewolves during the ambush, leaving them with a large number of unnecessary casualties. Bloodrage saw another desecrated city full of bestialized people ... Hell no! Skerritt re-up, what the hell is going on here!!!"
PS: Base Defense 10, Natural Defense 3, Agility 2, Beast Skin 2, Centaur Full Body Lock Armor 6, Persian Scale Armor 5, Helmet 2, Iron Tower Shield +4, Large Body -1. The defense rating of these armored soldiers is.
(As long as you can bear the weight, you can wear multiple pieces of armor at the same time, and the positive and negative effects of the armor will stack at the same time. Otherwise, in this age of no plate armor, it's too unfriendly to fighters.)
Chapter 85: The Broken Contract
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When the Golden Crawler Clan and the Gothic Wolves were killing each other, the Blood Fury Clan was also exhausted in order to solve the various problems of the fifty-seven hill giants. The original Ferol, who lived at the bottom, was appreciated by Christina because of the back stab and the words of allegiance. Under the vigorous support of the centaur, he quickly took over the six huge, foolish giant wives of Guragul and leapt to become the brand new puppet king inside the cave.
"First, kneel down, before you can, eat!"
Ferol arrogantly enjoyed the service of Guragul's widows, his thin right arm, rubbing a slender sharp stake, toeing the remaining giants and scolding them. The spikes of the stake, through the ugly heads of six hill giants, like a string of blood-soaked ice-cold gourds - originally, only the ugly heads of Guragul, and his first wife on it. However, these days, in the druid healing magic of recovery and healing under the restoration of the giant, restored to life, and some stupidity.
Thus, four more dead and frightened heads were added to the scepter of the new king's head.
Looking at the blood-stained heads of their fellow soldiers on the stake, the whole fifty tall and sturdy hill giants clenched their fists in their hands, their pupils spewing out endless flames of rage!
Seeing the increasingly irritable compatriots, Ferol raised his head scepter high. The fox roared away, "To me! Kneel down! Only then! Eat! Do you want to be, the seventh, head?"
Looking at the bloody wooden stakes with six heads tied in layers, the hill giants seemed to be poured with a pot of cold water. The humiliation and anger in their eyes were gradually replaced by endless fear. The six-headed giantesses, in a panic, banged on some special huge leather drums, emitting a thundering sound like horse hooves! This terrifying sound completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the hill giants! One by one, the behemoths slowly bent their bodies and knelt at the feet of the new king of giants, humbly asking for today's food.
Although there is some shame ------ but after from the centaur, every day fixed with food.
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"Phew - I guess, it's sort of stabilized." Pinehurst, who was monitoring the hill giant's movements from afar, let out a long breath of relief.
There are many benefits to supporting a skinny giant at the bottom of the social ladder as the leader of these slaves. Ferol originally suffered from bullying because he was skinny and weak, and had little goodwill towards his clan, but instead was grateful to the centaur who changed his fate, making him more willing to milk his clan and carve up for the Blood Fury clan.
And most importantly, this scrawny and foolish puppet king has no skills, and without the food and power of the Blood Rage clan to support him, that punk, is nothing.
"Acting Chief! Acting Chief!"
Suddenly, several panicked cries roused Peinhus from his musings as a druid, from the other end of the camp, came galloping by. His countless slender vines, like eerie pythons, tightly wrapped around a small red object.
"The cell has been invaded by the enemy! But there is no damage, the enemy has been captured by me." The druid ran to the acting chief's side in a flash, commanded the flexible vines, and handed the crimson creature, which was deadly bound inside the green vines, to the pale centaur's eyes.
Small and delicate blood-colored body, huge soft bat flesh wings, sharp teeth and claws, as well as the eerie and horrible scorpion-shaped long tail.
Little devil?
"I started out, and the boy pretended he was Magnus, and almost fooled me. But then I turned my head and thought, didn't he go with you to spy on the giant?" The druid spoke heartily. "So, I scrambled to catch him and came to see you."
"Yoo-hoo? Some little devil knows my name and impersonates me?" The centaur's left shoulder, chewing cheese Magnus, lazily straightened his scarlet body, curiously widened his eyes, carefully examined the green vines tied up, strangled tightly small devil, let out a dawning voice.
"So that's how it is! Pale horse, let me introduce you, this little devil named Phlox is Henneville's magic pet!
I've always wondered. That elf chick was betrayed by her officer, abandoned by the army, and left her homeland for thousands of miles. Falling into the hands of the foreigners! After she fell into such great despair, why did she still refuse to submit to you?"
Magnus fluttered a pair of huge fleshy wings and sat squarely on his throne - above the left shoulder of Peinhus - and flashed a brilliant smile at his fellow demons.
"So, she still holds a last vain hope inside. As long as the contract with the magic pet is not cut off, there is still a possibility that reinforcements will come to this place and save her ah."
"There are no more reinforcements! All the legions of the Eastern Roman Empire that can be mobilized are massed in the Fertile Crescent. Those half-demon bastards and green-skinned orcs have even burned the war into even the Egyptian homeland of the Draconic elves! There are no more reinforcements!" Fellows viciously bit off the green vine that bound his mouth, writhing restlessly.
"Couldn't you have just killed Henneville in one fell swoop? Do you have to lock her up as a slave? If she doesn't die, that magic pet contract will bind my soul forever! I can't do anything! I should have known not to sign a contract with that silly girl! First the bear goblin and then the centaur ------ changed hands repeatedly like goods, to me, she is already a burden!"
The little devil gets angrier and angrier: "You made me run from the civilized city, back to this poor countryside! Let's make a deal, pale horse! Magical wonders? Arcane knowledge? Or a girl a hundred times prettier than her? What do I have to do to get you to kill that dark-skinned elf? To set me free from the pact?"
"Ah, you are the slave of my slave."
Pinehurst raised his eyebrows. While conversing with Philos, at the same time, pulled out a slender copper wire from his backpack. Let a wisp of breeze, wrapped in a sound so tiny that it drifted to Magnus' ears, causing him to shake with an incredulous expression!
After three seconds of contemplation, Magnus gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.
"Very well, untie Phlox." The acting chief said indifferently. Looking at the red-skinned devil whose body was covered with red marks of bondage, he said softly. "If you pay me enough chips, I can let you kill my slave and redeem your precious freedom, my slave's slave."
"Praise be to the Lord of the Nine Hells! He called Henneville a slave, it seems the two have little friendship, this deal can be done! I'm afraid that black-skinned bitch, charmed by these monsters, neither want to let go nor kill - I can not take her out of prison, sneak assassination plan also declared failure, but I definitely do not want to accompany her, in this damn place for life!" Fellows inwardly a long breath of relief.
PS: Sorry ------ eleven out to play really no time to code words ----- four to resume double mode (flag held high)