Chapter 86: Endless Betrayal (above)
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Henneville rubbed her sleepy purple eyes, lifting the dark bedding filled with fluffy cotton, revealing a graceful body wearing only a thin robe. She gently jumped off an exquisite wooden bed carved with skull patterns, stepped barefoot on the magnificent Persian carpet, and with her slender black hands, slowly opened a wooden window with spider patterns, and took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh, sweet air of Alexandria under the dawn.
The warm and soft morning sun, her brilliant golden light, splashed in every corner of this magnificent city. The Drow elves living in the towers, looking down on the city from above, finally, fixed their eyes on the north side of Faros Island, the one hundred and thirty-five meters high, three layers stacked on top of the huge white tower.
The magnificent white tower, with the two lowest levels, is a solid base made of piled marble. The surface was carved with all kinds of foreign slaves. The chains around their necks, extending all the way upward, were grasped firmly in the left hand by the third level of the white tower, a huge statue of a cleverly crafted man.
That huge sculpture, it is the Drow elves worship spider goddess, her lower body is a ghastly eight-legged spider, while the upper body, is covered in **, beautiful to the unimaginable young women. The blown skin, like a waterfall of long, silky hair, long, sharp, hideous spider legs, and two proudly erect snowy peaks on the chest ------ His body on every detail, are carved by the craftsmen to perfection.
For that matter, Drow artisans have the exact same fetishes as their High Elf cousins.
The deity was covered with exquisite and elegant expensive ornaments. In His left hand, He grasped thousands of chains of steel. And the elegant right hand, shaped by marble, held aloft a golden torch. Drow spell casters, shaped a never-ending arcane blaze, burning inside the golden torch, so that its blazing bright fire, illuminating the nearby sea. The sorcerer's apprentices, according to the sun's direction, adjust, or use black cloth to cover the surrounding twelve huge concave mirrors, so that they reflect the golden sunrise and the light of the arcane flame, guiding thousands of huge ships of different shapes, in the interior of Egypt's largest port, to and from the passage.
Henneville looked with admiration at the triple lighthouse, named after the greatest elf ever. And moved his eyes, to the direction of the bustling port - countless chained foreign slaves, under the lash of their black-skinned compatriots, straining to transport the various goods brought in from across the empire, maintaining the flow of blood throughout the port.
Among the slaves, there is a human upper body, above the waist and abdomen, but the slender python tail of the snake man, as well as the human face of the giant snake Naga, their flexible snake tail, in the wooden dock and stone streets, struggling to wriggle, leaving a wet water stains.
Not far from the slave market, there were many more blindfolded, dignified and beautiful, but their hair, but a deadly viper with teeth and claws. A few slave traders, the hundreds of scaly bodies of the vipers, tightly bound together with steel, bound behind the head into a hissing hideous ponytail.
Medusa.
These three monsters, all of them are the original inhabitants of Egypt. They once joined hands and built an extremely glorious ancient civilization. Then, they were completely crushed and conquered by Alexander's elven army, and their necks were put in heavy shackles.
And after the elven split, the other end of this chain, from the hands of the elven emperor, passed to the hands of the Drow ancestors: Ptolemy I, continued to enslave the local native species.
Endless slaves, this is the most favorite sight of all Drow elves. As natural slave owners, they will have a strong sense of superiority from the bottom of their hearts after seeing others enslaved by themselves.
Suddenly, a red figure woke Henneville from her intoxication - it was an entire battalion of Roman soldiers. The bright red cloak and blood-colored crown, with the surrounding black and white tone is so out of place, the image of Drow elves holding the collars of slaves, groveling to these soldiers, and so shocking!
Yes, the era of the Ptolemaic dynasty is over. Today, these humans who came from the Northwest Sea are the real masters here.
Suddenly, it was as if she had been transported back hundreds of years to a sea vessel filled with Drow soldiers, completely engulfed in flames through the sky. And a paddle steamer with a blood-colored flag was bypassing the blaze and docked in the harbor. Numerous human soldiers in blood-colored cloaks, iron helmets decorated with various types of red tassels, surrounded by a young man with a terrifying aura, rushed into the port of Alexandria, destroying and conquering everything around them!
A human soldier bathed in blood, but also rushed into his room, like a vicious wolf will be pounced on the ground!
"AHHHH!!!"
Henneville let out a miserable scream and jerked awake from her nightmare, dripping with sweat and soaking her moving body!
The Draconian elves gasped in shock and twisted their shapely arms, which were tightly bound by ropes. The Draconian elves are in a state of shock, and they are not sure what to do.
Once the high and mighty slave owners, now, too, have become pathetic slaves at the mercy of others.
The Draconic elf sighed, ignored the shouts beside his ears, and closed his bewitching eyes again, trying to return to the interior of the tall, beautiful, exquisite tower made of marble, which was a nightmare but, at least, gave him a glimpse of his long-lost homeland.
Wait, was there a little devil calling himself just now?
Henneville reopened her eyes. A small, blood-colored devil, gently tapping his cheek, trying to wake himself up from his sleep! That devil is not Magnus, but his own magic pet!
"Philos! You finally came back to save me! Quick! Help me untie the ropes!"
The warlock woman was surprised and delighted, indeed! As long as the contract is still in place, this treacherous devil will never be freed, and if he wants to be free, he must bring someone back to save himself!
"Save you, no one is coming back to save you! Elf!" Fellows stretched out a finger, arrogantly pointing at the Drow elves, the high tip of the nose above, and let out a wicked maniacal laugh.
"Romans and High Elves, would not organize an expedition in such a crisis, for a black skin! I flew back to the port of Alexandria - there, already surrounded by a mixed army under the command of the Heart Snatcher, the red dragons of the Scythians, and the blue dragons of the desert blotted out the Egyptian sky. Your teachers, your parents are taking care of themselves - I've done enough, I'm sorry, there really are no more reinforcements."
"Only you are enough! Hurry! Untie these ropes!" Henneville said anxiously. "The two of us can escape back too!"
"Do you think I'm an Abyssal Alchemist? Or, do you think you are a legendary warlock? From the moment the fortress was destroyed, this peninsula has turned into a purgatory on earth! Centaur tribes, green-skinned war gangs, and a tide of pitch-black wolves flashing with scarlet blood spots ------ If not for my innate flying ability and invisibility, I wouldn't have been able to reach you!"
The little devil sighed deeply. Looking left and right for a moment, he draped his hideous and gruesome scorpion tail over the edge of the cranial vessel used by the Drow elves to eat, and the sharp hooked stinger, slowly secreting a horrific neurotoxin, causing the dark green depraved liquid, dripping and dripping into the bowl, to slowly pile up into a sticky and disgusting puddle.
"For the sake of our many years of cooperation, let's get along now. I'll give you a decent way to die: the little devil's neurotoxin, if stabbed at the creature's epidermis, will give them an adverse reaction of dizziness and nausea, spasms of the arms and legs. But if it directly contaminates the respiratory tract and internal organs ------ trust me, there will be no pain."
"No! No! Then I'll go alone! I'll make it back home! All you have to do is let go of me!" Henneville's surprised smile slowly turned into endless despair, the life-saver that had kept her in chains for dozens of days was a biting snake!
"Are you kidding me! Letting you go and then watching you get taken by a tribe of monsters as a slave girl again?! I've had enough of this! To touch our vows! Now! Immediately!" Phlox growled hysterically as well. It took time for the toxin to develop, so he wrapped his long, slender scorpion tail around Henneville's long, slender neck like a black swan!
Chapter 87: Endless Betrayal (Next)
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Arms are tied behind the Henneville, like a fish out of water, desperately wriggling their slender and graceful body. Trying to regain the oxygen to live on. With death to do the last dying struggle.
However, she is only a hands and feet, bound up the weak warlock, facing like a giant anaconda, the hard scorpion tail strangled in their necks, simply can not help!
Slowly, the Drow elves bewitching purple eyes, covered with a layer of death gray shades, the pupils also become more and more lax. The sternum and collarbone of the upper nest, and the gap between the ribs that is like coffee like so smooth and soft black skin, also because of the intense breathing and sink down. Lack of oxygen to the brain, also let Henneville's struggle force more and more weak, the heart also slowly stopped beating, in a trance, she seems to have returned to her hometown ------
"WHOOSH!!!"
In this lightning bolt, an iron heavy javelin, like an iron gray killing meteor, whistling and tearing through the dark night, with his master's determination to kill, precisely stabbed the little devil scorpion tail and body attached to the tailbone, directly to tear it, burst! The lost control of the broken tail, along with the little devil's sticky and horrible blood of purgatory, together with the fall in the dust!
"What?!"
Before Fellows could react, outside the doorway, a pink light flashed, and without any chanting, an illusory tentacle with a hideous bone claw at the top, spread out from behind Peinhers with a swift movement, grabbed the little devil's head, and burned with a horrible blue flame! Let endless negative energy, crazy erosion of his limbs and bones!
"No! Centaur! We have an appointment -----"
"Yeah, we had a deal." Painehus frowned as he saved the suffocating Hennevil. He was in two minds, patting Herniwell's smooth, soft, pitch-black back, caring for the Drow Elf who was breathing heavily and slowly disengaging from the line of death, while pulling out a piece of copper wire and using a voice transmission spell, talking to Phlox, who was gagged by a ghostly hand.
"Three hundred Soudres gold coins for a slave ------ No, my teacher's life?" The pale centaur, while concerned about her teacher's well-being, mocked the little devil who was slowly losing his life under the erosion of the cold touch in a voice that only two people could hear.
"Do you think that a warlock who touches the fifth ring of spells is only worth three hundred Soudres gold coins? Do you think that you made a profit on this deal? What a joke! I'm just using your hand to shatter the teacher's last hope and illusion! Let her sink into the darkest abyss of despair, and then I, Pinehurst, will bring her back with my own hands! Let her be completely loyal to me!
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
The little devil, who was gagged by the ghost bone claws and losing his life force, stared at the pale centaur's face with eyes burning with anger, despair and resentment, as if he wanted to engrave this face deep in his soul!
"By the way, I called my teacher a slave just to lower your guard. Thank you for your help, Phlox! I'm sorry you won't be able to witness the spectacle of your master's complete allegiance to me! For the sake of my plan, you must die."
The pale centaur drew the Roman short sword from his waist and, in front of the little devil's increasingly frightened and desperate eyes, stabbed him viciously in the heart!
"AHHHH!!!"
Along with the death of the magic pet and the collapse of the contract, Henneville's soul also received a heavy blow. The pain that penetrated deep into her bones caused her entire body to instantly collapse to the ground and let out a heart-breaking scream! Countless pictures of the past have emerged from the depths of her memory!
Himself in Constantinople, one of the few fellow combatants who did not discriminate against Alpharius because he was a monster.
But what happened? That damned shapeshifter, promising that he would lead reinforcements back to rescue her, then swaggered away and left the Blood Rage camp alone, never to be heard from again! Only left himself a dark back!
In the barracks, he did not have to bribe his superiors. That guy Kuntuchus even ate a lot of gold coins from his own family! Eventually mixed into the main battalion of the legion.
But, what was the result? That high above the first battalion commander, coldly standing in the stern, looking at the fallen in the hands of the people, desperate howling themselves, coldly ordered the soldiers, continue to row west! Gradually disappear into the night!
Himself usually take care of Philos. Give him good food and drink.
But, what happened? That damned little devil, in a moment of desperation, transformed from a life-saving straw to a deadly snake, and bit himself back! Forcing himself to let go of the hand that was holding him! Letting himself fall into the bottomless abyss!
It's gone, everything is gone! No one will come to this uncivilized, remote land to rescue themselves anymore!
**, spirit, soul, while suffering a triple blow Henneville, finally put down all their defenses and pretensions, collapsed to the ground, crying like a helpless child.
"It's okay, teacher, it's okay, the assassin has been killed by me, you're safe." Peinhers gently put the paralyzed Drow elves, holding them in his arms, her dark smooth skin is so cold, bitter tears, like two lines of cold bone-chilling streams, along the two bodies, slowly fell to the ground.
"Teacher, I ask one last time, you are willing to continue to teach me arcane knowledge, as well as everything about the Roman Empire, no, everything in this world? If you agree, I will turn the Blood Fury clan, into your new home ------ If you really do not want to, then I am not in the forced can only send you to the sea, and then prepare enough dry food and small boat for you, let you alone, back to your homeland. Sorry, war time, the clan does not have extra hands"
After a good half day, Henneville slowly stopped crying, dark beautiful face, slowly left the cold, broad chest of the pale centaur. Raising a pair of tear-filled demonic eyes, helplessly staring at their students, the abyss-like dark and profound pupils.
"Homeland? I've got nowhere else to go. ------ Alpharius! Quintuchus! Philos ------ them! All! Failed! have! Me!!!"
Endless resentment, entwined in the limbs of the Drow Elf. Let her whole person into a madness! After stopping crying, Henneville's exquisitely beautiful, but tear-stained face was occupied by endless anger and hatred.
She struggled out of the centaur's embrace and stood up proudly, turning her back on Peinhus. Said softly.
"Unbind the cords that bind me, my dear student. Henevele is at your service."
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"You just now, the words to let her go, is it true?" Looking at Henneville, who was taken to the bathhouse by a few Goth female slaves, Magnus asked curiously as he straightened his small body from the pale centaur's broad left shoulder.
"It's true, seeing the teacher so miserable look, just now my heart ------ really shaken a little." Pinehurst looked up to the sky and sighed. From the emotion of sadness, slowly eased over, "But even if she really chose to leave, it does not matter. Anyway, I'm not a chief. Whether to let her go or not, it's not up to me."
Chapter 88: You sing and I appear, the city head changes the flag of the king
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Perekopti Narrow-Vishimiris Fortress
After the allied forces dispersed, the lizardmen of the Rotten Scale Clan headed west. The Blood Fury Centaurs and the Evil Flame Orcs, on the other hand, split up and headed south. The goblins of the Merchant Clan, on the other hand, transformed the crumbling human fortress into a goblins' paradise.
The towering spires, fluttering with the gold banners of the merchant clans, the walls filled with goblin archers ready to fire. Prince Garivicus, lying in a huge pit full of coins, excited hands, let countless Roman, Persian, and even Far Eastern style coins, drowned his fat bloated body.
Obese to the extreme bear goblin chief, after mastering the chokepoint, not only did not re-close the road, but opened the gates to the north to disperse a large number of messengers to tell the monsters shivering in the cold wind: the south there is a rich water and grass, livestock Mishan, and cut warm as spring treasure!
But well, want to go over? Each tribe, have to pay tolls, head tax, sheep head tax according to the number of people ------ What? You want to renege? You look at the head of the dense bow and arrow javelin, in the look around the large waist of the troll mercenaries, and then give me what you want to say again?
In this way, in a series of false propaganda, coupled with the levy, Garivicus made a fortune, but also, the endless was squeezed, hungry, and have nothing of the monster tribe, released into the interior of the peninsula! The most bloody and horrible chaos ever seen in the history of Gredinian was triggered.
"We want to build a wall and we want the opposite side to pay for it!"
Looking at the increasingly chaotic southern peninsula. Ruthlessly earned a fortune of Garry Vickers also worried. To be on the safe side, the merchant chief took the money collected from the monsters, piled up like a mountain, and bought a lot of timber and labor. In the south of the narrow side of the land of Pilekop, using wooden stakes and dirt, built a second high wall.
However, he had just laid the foundation when wave after wave of pitch-black wolves, flashing with countless scarlet beams and sweeping through heaven and earth, had appeared on the southern horizon!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"
The goblin scouts let out a panicked scream, and at this time, instead, it was those trolls who had received some training. Picked up the horns cut from the top of the monster's head, made into musical instruments, will be a high-pitched loud and clear sound of the horn, spread throughout the fortress!
In the midst of that mountainous sea of wolves, there were nearly a thousand hideous and horrifying beast-transformed people, like a crane standing in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by their compatriots: they were quite tall and robust than ordinary wolves. The heavy lockets covering the whole body shone with a brilliant silver light under the sun's illumination. The sturdy left arm, which was covered with wolf hair, grasped a huge hooded wooden shield. Waist, back, chest. The forest is draped with eleven sharp iron axes that can be both slashed and thrown.
And the Cang Qing Wolf King, who was surrounded by these heavily armored wolves in the center, was another head taller than these elites! It was like a hideous and terrifying beastly giant!
Horus put on the dragon scale armor that had been passed down through the generations among the Gothic kings, on top of his full body lock armor. The right claw gripped the ogre leader, the huge spiked hammer. In his left hand, he grasped a gray banner embroidered with a pale green wolf's head. Between the hands and feet, emitting a hideous, gruesome death aura like purgatory.
However, his hideous eyes, also covered with blood, were not swallowed up by endless anger, but instead shone with the light of wisdom.
"Marshal ------ No, Your Majesty! After a long war, we have reopened the road from Cesonisos, to the fortress of Vichymiris, under your leadership! Just waiting for your command, we will be able to reclaim the glory that belongs to the Eastern Goths!"
A gray werewolf carrying a huge two-handed sword knelt respectfully in front of Horus.
"Your Majesty! The druids have finished scouting! The leader of these goblins is lying in the middle of the city, in a mud pit full of gold coins, lazily basking in the sun. He is an incredibly obese bear goblin that you can surely recognize at a glance!"
"What is the troop configuration in the city?" Horus asked indifferently.
"The gnomes are uncountable. But those little things are like ants, completely unable to stop your fronts. Notably, there are only three hundred goblin soldiers, and sixteen dirty and ugly trolls."
The other black werewolf, also holding back the killing instinct coiled deep in his soul, bent his strong waist to the giant in front of him.
"The monster that is cooped up in the place where my father's bones are buried is actually only this small?!" Horus narrowed his eyes in contempt. He raised the pale green wolf banner in his hand high in the air. To the wolves that roamed the mountains, he angrily wailed to the sky!
"Sons and daughters of the Kingdom of Eastern Gothic! Today! I will fulfill my promise to you! To recover the choke point that controls the entire peninsula! Today! I will personally place the pale green wolf flag, a symbol of our glory, back on top of the highest spire of the fortress! Charge with me!!!"
"Long live Horus!!!"
The endless wolves roared to the sky! Horus, clad in heavy armor, thrust his weapon and banner across his waist, landed on his four paws, and transformed into his giant wolf form. With the heavily armored werewolves who had fought alongside him for years, he hissed out a terrifying roar that could only appear in the depths of a creature's nightmare while charging at the goblin horde whose legs were trembling and who were already scared out of their wits before the battle!
The Pale Green Wolf King was bathed in the rain of arrows from the goblins and rushed at the front of the whole team! Those rudimentary stone arrows could not penetrate the extremely strong dragon scale armor. The simple stone arrows could not penetrate the extremely sturdy dragon's scale armor, but only accompanied by the sound of collision of gold and stone, rubbing out a dazzling spark on the scale armor!
Seeing that the distance was almost there, Horus' strong four paws, stomped the ground, and the whole giant wolf suddenly rushed up to the high dome of the sky and easily crossed the low earth wall.
With exquisite skills, the Pale Green Wolf King quickly transformed into an upright walking werewolf form in the air, and his sturdy and robust hind legs landed heavily on the heads of the two gnomes, crushing their skulls with a terrifying heavy pressure. The sharp claws of the wolf pierced their flesh and blood! The terrifying sound effect of tearing flesh and bone, along with the horrific killing intent that was so dense in his body, scared the goblins into panic and screaming!
Not to mention the ordinary soldiers and slaves, even the overseer's pants, also in the Horus that wave of death threat, soaked by the unknown liquid! The huge creature with red eyes in front of you is clearly the embodiment of death!
After standing on his feet, the Pale Green Wolf King wielded that huge nailhead hammer and entered the sea of goblins like nobody's business. The goblins couldn't cut through his armor, but every blow of Horus' hammer could smash a huge crater in the ground! Countless streams made of blood gurgled out of a tattered green flesh, slowly flowing into the interior of the crater, forming a pool of shocking scarlet lakes.
At the same time, a giant gray wolf in full armor, biting a delicate giant sword, also cut a nice arc in the air. Jumping behind the pale green wolf king, fighting alongside him, with a flip of the flexible wolf's neck, the giant sword in its mouth, then cut through a harsh bloody arc in the goblin group!
The fragile studded leather armor and flesh and bones were unable to stop the deadly sharpness of the giant sword. Numerous severed limbs with blood flying in the sky, dripping blood, like a rainstorm, fell from the sky, staining the double wolves with a layer of scarlet and horrible hell paint!
"Long live Horus!!!"
And just then, more and more hybrid werewolves, like a shocking wave under a storm, easily crossed the low walls of the goblins, filled with anger and hatred, and killed the fallen king of Vishymris! Swallowed the weak goblins completely!!!
"Trolls! Hurry up! Hurry! Finish them off! I usually feed you and play with you, just for now!" After seeing the endless wave of wolves, every piece of fatty meat on Garivix's body was trembling gently.
He commanded the trolls draped in leather armor to charge south. Himself, squirming his fat and bloated body, climbed onto a golden chariot drawn by six huskies and laden with gold coins, ordered his men to quickly put the gold coins in the pool, inside more wooden carts drawn by huskies, and led the earth elite guards, quickly rushing out of the northern wall barrier.
Slipping and sliding, this number of werewolves can not win the fight. Anyway, these months made a fortune, gnomes and what not with the same bugs, randomly there can find a bunch, as long as their own earth gnome guard, safe and sound.
Chapter 89: Unpredictable wind and clouds
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When the bestialized people were in the hybrid state of two feet upright, they could wield weapons, but they lost the speed of movement like a cavalryman. Therefore, a few maverick werewolves, under hard training, learned to fight around like the wind in the form of a giant wolf, with a long wolf's kiss biting the weapon and landing on all fours.
The best of them is the gray wolf Shiv with a huge sword in his mouth. He was like a gray lightning, deftly shuttled in the battlefield. The sharp claws of the wolf, trampling, tearing the limbs of the goblins, long sharp blade, cutting through the enemy's armor and flesh, leaving a ground stained with blood stumps, and miserable pathos of crying, wailing.
Suddenly, a huge and ugly troll mercenary with mossy skin flanked the giant gray wolf and killed it. He brushed over and knocked over countless short, skinny goblin cannon fodder along the way, accompanied by a ground-shaking, terrifying pace, and a series of terrifying howls, raising his right stick high in the air!
"BOOM!!!"
The huge wooden stick, heavily smashed on top of the earth where Shiv was last second, raising the dust of ash that covered the sky. But the gray wolf's speed was even swifter! The long and robust neck of the wolf fiercely flung, the huge sword in the mouth, in a perfect bloody arc in the air, precisely cut off the thick right arm of the troll grasping the wooden stick.
"ROAR!!!"
The traumatized cyan beast let out an angry roar. With his left hand, he grabbed the severed limb that had fallen to the ground, trying to put the blood-soaked arm back together on the smooth broken surface of his right shoulder - only to see countless tiny flesh buds, burrowing out of his flat and smooth wound with their teeth and claws, stitching up the dirty and bloody flesh that had been cut off at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Come back! You're charging too far ahead!" Horus in his hybrid werewolf form held the pale green giant wolf battle flag high in his left hand, boosting the morale of the werewolves under his command. In his right hand, he swung a nailhead hammer stained with blood and flesh in a beautiful arc, and swept it across the ugly skull of the troll, causing the green orb, like a watermelon, to explode into a shocking scarlet mist! Dripping blood, wrapped in broken skulls, and torn flesh splashed around, covered the nearby land.
Behind the pale green wolf king, some wolves in leather armor also pulled out the flints and tarpaulins inside their wraps, and made the tips of the spears in their hands burn with hot flames, shouting "Long live Horus!" in front of the scared and fearful eyes of the trolls. Feverishly killed the front!
The war soon became a one-sided massacre. When the seventh troll was turned into ashes in the flames, the abandoned cannon fodder of the merchant clan lost all their will to fight, abandoned their armor and fled to the north, exposing their defenseless backs to the blood-colored pupils of the werewolves.
The giant wolves, imprisoned for several years, have pulled out their waist hand axes, neatly thrown forward, sharp axe blades, rotating and tearing the cold air, emitting a chilling whistling sound. In the gnomes fragile ** above, tearing out a blood splattered horrible wounds! Each powerful flying axe, can be in the dense crowd, cut a long slice of the bloody furrows that represent death.
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In the end, Horus fulfilled his promise, and the Pale Green Wolf King trampled on the mountain of corpses and blood under his feet, and reinserted the blood-stained wolf flag in his left hand on the top of the fortress tower named after his father.
"Long live Horus!!!"
"Close the city gates! Archers on the walls! We can't let any more monsters in! These goblins have accumulated a lot of ready-made building materials. Shiv, gather all the artisans and build the southern wall on top of what the goblins have built!"
"As ordered!"
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Just when the main army of wolves was busy cleaning up the mess, a small group of dark and profound wolf phantoms like a night curtain also quietly appeared from the south. Their armor and weapons were all painted with a black color. The werewolf at the head, almost as tall and sturdy as Horus. At the top of his head, he had an extremely conspicuous skyward hair braid.
"Ah, Abaddon, my youngest and mighty scout, you have finally returned from your reconnaissance. Tell me, what the hell has my kingdom been spoiled into, by these monsters?"
"As you command, Marshal ------ No, Your Majesty." The giant wolf with a skyward braid reverted to his human form and bent towards Horus with a respectful salute, then rolled open a map of the peninsula with Gothic writing all over it.
"As of now, the situation in the kingdom is still within acceptable limits. The most prosperous and rich southern cities of Gredinian are firmly under our control. Chesonisos, Theodosia ------ fourteen important cities and fortresses, and eight more, fly the pale green sacred wolf flag." Abaddon's long, thick fingers gently tapped on top of a city painted in a blue look.
"But, you see. The northwestern coast was re-covered with those scaly humanoid lizards. They took advantage of the night and crept up to the port of Port Carlos, slaughtering the entire city's inhabitants and throwing all the corpses into the sea to sacrifice to the evil gods they worship!" Abaddon's words gradually became excited.
"And the entire Kerch Peninsula in the east fell, firmly controlled by those tyrannical barbarians with the orcs of the Serpent Bite clan. Dragon's Throat Fort, Haimen Pass, and also Rosa, all fell before reinforcements arrived ------
The good news, however, is that the green monsters with muscles in their heads decided to hit the High Elf colonists stationed in Pentecapone first. To secure the rear instead of continuing the westward advance, leaving us enough breathing time."
"Finally, there is the northern part of Gredinian ------ where there was originally a boundless grassland, the kingdom has little control over her, and only a small wooden fortress has been built on the sea. Nowadays, even I, it is difficult to distinguish the exact number of monster species cooped up there." The giant black wolf let out a deep sigh.
"And, along the way, I've often seen a terrifying half-human, half-horse monster that appears with frightening frequency, as well as a high population! And unlike the loose and messy goblins. Between the various tribes with different banners, it seems to have reached some kind of covenant. For something to operate in coordination, even the northern fortress, also erected the blasphemous idol of these centaurs."
"Why do you think that these monsters, which are scattered all over the place, exist in some connection, or even a covenant?" Horus came to his senses and shifted his eyes from the map that was so detailed to the extreme, to Abaddon's face.
"Ah, don't mention it, Iron Peak Fortress, Simferopol was simultaneously surrounded by a large group of centaurs. These guys lacked siege skills, but were exceptionally - cunning they adopted the strategy of surrounding the city and deliberately let the city release the messenger to ask for help nearby.
Meanwhile, these half-human, half-horse monsters are setting up scouts, ambushes on nearby roads, fighting with reinforcements in their best plains combat, slowly depleting our living forces.
Needless to say, these centaurs were too difficult to deal with. They had both the speed and impact of cavalry and the stability and ability to form up as infantry. I had a few fights with them, and sort of won and lost each. Slaughtered a few monsters and got shot at with a few arrows, hell! Their bows and arrows are incredibly large in poundage, and the arrows are fucking iron!"
"It's been hard work." The Cang Qing Wolf King frowned and scrutinized the map in front of him. Calculating strategic planning in his mind.
"You see, most of Gredinian's rich cities and ports are located in the south with the eastern coast. And the northern grasslands are not too valuable to us. The most urgent task is to retake the four port fortresses that have fallen to the lizardmen, and orcs. Resume trade with the elves of Pentecapone. The threat of the centaurs can instead be slowed down a bit. So, Eugene! Eugene?"
"Your Majesty?"
Hearing Horus' shout, the giant white wolf, bathed in blood and raging with rage, approached the two in confusion.
"You run for me and find the leaders of those centaurs! See if you can negotiate with them. Even if we can't negotiate, we have to stabilize them. It's too annoying to deal with nomads running around. Shiv! I'll give you half of my army, and you'll re-station at Fort Vichy Myris. When this fortress is successfully repaired, the rest of you, come with me and kill to the west, retake the port of Kalos, and kill all those lizards, leaving none behind. Then gather all your battle forces and fight those damned orcs to the death."
"As ordered!"
"By the way, what is the situation of those priests now?" Suddenly, Horus asked as if he remembered something and looked up helplessly.
"The group of priests who abandoned the faith of their ancestors and turned to embrace the Roman pagan gods?" Abaddon showed a disgusted expression and narrowed his eyes uneasily. It was as if those priests were not his fellow comrades, but instead a group of pestilential patients with a foul stench, and even the mention of their names was enough to make the heart sick.
"They still refuse to accept your supreme power, but that's okay. Sooner or later, those deviants trapped in captivity will come around and embrace this blessing, Your Majesty."
Chapter 90: General History of Rome
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In the southeast of the Gredinian Peninsula, the Blood Fury clan still lives a carefree nomadic life. Every day, they hunt, herd sheep, and compete with each other in martial arts. Those hill giants are quite good at hunting, and although their accuracy is poor, the stones they throw are so big that it is difficult for their prey to dodge. Killing power is also far above the bow and arrow.
Later, the centaurs simply used the shrill whistling dysprosium to drive and concentrate their prey together, and the hill giants simply sat in place and lifted huge stones to wipe out the beasts that the centaurs drove over.
In the hunting career again and again, the two even cultivated a little tacit understanding. Gathered together day after day to drink and eat meat, so that the hill giant that small to pathetic brain, but also by alcohol washed away a lot of negative memories about the centaur, the relationship has also slightly eased down.
As for the attack on Iron Peak Fort? Chief Golden Crawler, who had previously blown his clan's capabilities out of the water at the banquet, could not pull his face to ask for help from other clans after being caught in a bitter battle, and even refused the reinforcements sent by the Blood Fury clan to continue the long and bloody battle with the werewolves inside the fortress.
Christina, who had a cold ass on her hot face, was also a bit annoyed, so she simply stationed at the foot of the mountain to recuperate for a while. The chiefs of the other clans were more than happy to see Zhentian's high and mighty descendant of God's choice make a fool of himself at Iron Peak Fort.
And Pinehurst, followed by a discouraged Henneville learning the general history of the entire world's culture. Although the geographical location of this world, basically nothing has changed, but the aboriginal people compared to the Earth, let the pale centaur is like a world away.
The famous nomadic forces such as the Scythians, Sarmatians ------ and so on in the Eurasian steppes basically became centaur tribes and green-skinned orcs. And the Persian Empire, which worships fire, became the descendants of the devil who also worships fire.
Greece, on the other hand, is the home of the elves. The earliest magical civilization was born there. The valuable knowledge of arcane magic was passed on among the High Elves, but all those ancient magical books were transferred back to the Apennine Peninsula by the Romans. Later, they were all copied and moved into the magnificent new city built by Constantine I on the west coast of the Dardanelles. Two of the most magnificent temples of arcane magic in the world, creating waves of low-ranking mages in bulk, saddled the imperial army.
The Iberian Peninsula, which is dotted with mountains and hills and located in the far west of the Empire, is the home of dragons and dwarves. Between the mountains are their rock-solid fortresses, and piles of gold and silver nests, the two incompatible sides, every moment of a fierce war!
The sub-dragon servants, covering the sky, flew between the mountains, a pair of huge fleshy wings obscured the sky dome of the peninsula. Dense armies of Dwarves weaved through the network of tunnels beneath the earth. Supporting every fortress that was attacked by the dragon.
It is also the largest mining and hunting ground of the empire. Every year, the Dwarf royal family would offer the Romans large quantities of gold, silver, diamonds and copper and iron ore. In exchange for a large amount of grain, wine and salt, the Dwarves would also send the future king as a hostage to the palace in Milan to receive the Roman culture.
The Empire's legions, on the other hand, will help the Dwarves defend themselves against the dragon swarms. By the way, it's easier to catch some sub-dragon servants - those pure-blooded gargoyles are trickier, but bipedal flying dragons, chimeras, scorpion-tailed lions and other things that can be seen everywhere - and capture them back to the legions and train them as mounts. At the same time, a large number of mages will also be accompanied within the legion, trying to find a few cat-sized cute pseudodragon between the sublime mountains, to sign a contract, as their own magic pet.
Gaul and Britannia, on the other hand, are dotted with wood elves and half-elves of mixed blood. Also inhabited by a very significant number of goblin communities, which is also one of the important sources of troops for the Empire, however, the forests to the east of Gaul are inhabited by a large number of savage uncivilized human tribes. They are closer to monsters than to the humans of the Apennine Peninsula. Farther north, in the far north, lived the frost giants who rode mammoths into battle and were terrifying to the extreme.
The southern coast of the Mediterranean Sea, such as Afrikaner, is the most important breadbasket of the empire, no one. It was originally the land of the Grey Elves. But these powerful and arrogant Elvish ethnic groups were almost exterminated when they angered the Romans in the north during the Punic Wars. Today the city of Carthage is full of Romans and half-elves, with very few pure-blooded gray elves. Further south in the desert, there are a considerable number of blue dragons, and all kinds of earth elemental creatures.
At the end, feeling abandoned by the empire, Henneville, who grew from love to hate, simply said the entire configuration of the legion. Let Pinehurst's heart chill. Damn, this era, the Roman Empire is indeed divided, weakened, but, the remaining strength is still terrifying! The Eastern Roman Empire alone maintained a terrifying formation of twenty-eight thousand legions!
Of course, not every legion is full, but that number, too, is intimidating enough.
Each legion, while having ten battalions, or six thousand heavily armored infantry, as the base of the legion, also exists nearly four thousand special soldiers. These soldiers vary according to local characteristics.
The legions stationed in Iberia will have a large number of dwarven heavily armored warriors, with dragon cavalry riding on sub-dragons.
The legions stationed inside Greece, on the other hand, have elven rangers, magic archers and mages of all kinds.
As for the legions stationed in Asia Minor, they would recruit a significant number of cavalry, archers, and even local magic warlocks from Armenia to fill the infantry shortfall.
In addition, there are all kinds of cannon fodder auxiliary legions, foreign legions composed entirely of monsters or barbarians ------ There is a Bosporus legion composed of about 5,000 beautiful mermaids with fish tails, perched near the Golden Horn of Constantinople. The garrison guarded the important ports and straits of the Empire.
Another Minotaur legion, composed entirely of minotaurs, garrisoned the southern bank of the Danube. Can not help, they are scarce, the old home from the empire and too close to the real, in the face of the sky-blinded bloody army, in order to avoid the tragic fate of extinction, can only with trembling kneel at the feet of the legion.