Chapter 91: Being an Emperor in the Republic
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The gorgeous evening sunset, like a mass of burning demonic flames, smeared the entire azure sky vault into a delicate scarlet color. Countless hideous and horrible bloodthirsty wolves slowly turned back into blood-soaked humans, with bloodshot eyes filled with endless fatigue. Their arrow sacs made of animal skins, long since the side of the empty, tattered shields, laid a blood-coated rolled-blade battle axe.
The soldiers seized the precious moment of truce. Leaning next to the crumbling battlements, they drifted off to sleep and enjoyed a moment of peace.
These newly converted bestialized soldiers, within a short period of time, switched frequently between human and animal, two distinctly different divine minds, making their spirits more and more confused and weakened. The continuous war with the Golden Crawler Clan had even greatly depleted the werewolves' physical strength.
However, before they finished repairing. At the foot of the mountain, once again sounded like the waves of the sea like a continuous, and like a nightmare like the sound of the horrible horns!
A new offense!
The Gothic barbarians dragged their partial bodies and raised the sharp axes and shields in their hands again. In the bloodthirsty **, uncontrollably transformed into a wolf. To the sinking sunset, issued a ghastly and hideous bloodthirsty wolf howl.
However, the expected war did not break out. Those golden glittering centaurs, lying in the soft animal skin blanket, made a strong blowing of the horn, and then there was no more sound.
As the wolves resumed their rest, a second, third, fourth ------ seventh time! In just one night, the Goth barbarians changed their will and form seven times in a row to the sound of the centaur's attacking trumpets, yet the enemy did not launch a single attack! Dragging them one by one to the brink of collapse!
And when the eighth trumpet sounded in the endless night, the wolves had had enough of the tricks of the centaurs, and no one was willing to leave the cold couch anymore. And just then, the sound of horses' hooves sounded as dense as drums in the distance.
"Looks like it's for real this time." The barbarian commander put his whole head, dipped into a basin of cold well water, tried to rely on external stimulation, forced his spirit and commanded his soldiers to fight. However ------ those damned centaurs ran halfway up the mountain and ran back!
By the time the centaurs at the foot of the mountain blew the attack horn for the eleventh time. Even the commander was lying on top of the high city wall, lazily opening his eyes.
"It's now, the whole army is attacking." God's chosen descendant put on the full-body battle armor that was constructed from golden pieces of wood, and green vines. A snow-white owl bathed in bleak moonlight, like a ghost of the night, gently resting on the golden crawler chief, the magnificent antlers composed of golden tree branches, the city's situation, a report to the master.
"Listen, I know you're tired too, but this war is not allowed to be lost! Look at the ugly faces of the other clans! They won't even send a single soldier to support us! The Golden Centaurs are descendants of the nobles of the ancient kingdoms, and we have the right to rule over all the Centaurs!
Now, I will lead you to prove to our fellow clansmen that we have overwhelming power with a resounding victory! Let them understand that angering the Golden Crawlers will be just like this fortress, which will be destroyed in an instant!"
"AlanNure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
The equally exhausted Golden Crawlers forced themselves to pull themselves together and once again launched an unstoppable and terrifying charge to the top of the mountain!
"Why are you trying to sow discord between the tribes? It was you who refused reinforcements from the Thunder Spear and Wind Howler clans! It was you who stopped the messenger from distributing a plea for help! It was you who intercepted and dispatched the reinforcements of the Bloodrage clan! Tolya! Is it really worth sacrificing so many soldiers and even delaying the rise of the kingdom for the sake of your dignity and face ------?"
Looking at the vast army, rushing towards the steep cliff, a greenish-gray crow, suddenly transformed into Abhors whose skin was as hideous and evil as a carrion. Silently stood at the side of the God's chosen descendants.
"Of course it's worth it. This political system, which is modeled after the Roman Republic, is just a rope that temporarily ties the Centauri together." Chief Golden Crawler said indifferently. "She is merely a ragged rope, not some indestructible chain! My honored sacrifice! I will reunite all my people, under one banner, and revive our long-fallen kingdom once again. But, her leader. There can only be one of me! And for that, I will pay any price, everything."
"Okay, enough of this nonsense! Gentlemen, charge!!!"
The discussion was over. The divine chosen descendant then joined the battlefield with her embodied personal guards, and from her side, she pulled out a slender golden staff, the top of which was carved with a subtle totem of an eagle's head, and the pair of sharp eagle eyes, which were two oval gems shining with blue light ------
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"BOOM!!!"
A powerful shockwave from inside the bronze ram's head, as if destroying, the barbarians piled up in the tunnel of the rags, horses, and leaning in the shelter of the sleeping wolves blasted the sky, suddenly awakened from sleep Gothic barbarians, trying to reorganize the formation, but in the rain of arrows, and dense wall of spears, stabbed in a bloody!
The commander gathered a group of soldiers and retransformed into hideous and brutal bloodthirsty werewolves, trying to intercept the seven-foot tall behemoths ravaging their homes.
And at that moment, Tolya raised the golden staff in her hand, two oval shining gems, hand in hand to emit a bright blue light more dazzling than the sun! Almost illuminated half of the dark sky! In that terrifying power drive, a large black, thick, low clouds, covering the heads of the wolves, countless brilliant, dazzling blue currents, like a pale blue python in the clouds, shuttle inside the dark clouds, emitting a deafening sound of thunder!
Spell Power - Spell Extreme Effect - Thunderstorm!
The Chosen One's pupils jumped with countless tiny blue arcs of electricity, and the tender vines that made up her battle armor extended from her right arm and wrapped around the golden staff in a deadly attempt to control the unknown terrifying energy, and the Golden Crawler Chief gently struck the ground three times with the low end of her staff. Under her summons, a bucket-thick thunderbolt, like a torrential downpour, fell densely on the heads of the wolves!
"Boom! Boom! Boom ------"
The terrifying sound of thunder instantly overpowered the wretched wails of the werewolves, and the blazing electric current burned their slender fur to ashes, blasted their tender skin into charcoal, and left behind hideous and horrible lightning patterns like tree branches. Countless strands of fragile heart fibers trembled wildly under the thunder's rampage, causing a beating heart to suddenly stop, ultimately, prompting a powerful werewolf to die suddenly and long under the horrific thunder storm of the God's chosen descendants.
"AlanNure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
Looking at the terrifying divine art that was close to a natural disaster, the bloodthirsty wolves, for the first time, felt the limits of their abilities, while the men of the Golden Crawler Clan, whose morale was soaring, wildly chanted the name of their leader and fought with increasing ferocity!
"Che ------ must retrieve that crown! This golden staff, which was created by pouring out the strength of the entire clan, still cannot carry the supreme power of those gems." God's Chosen Descent, looking at the golden staff in her hand that was gradually melting under the blazing energy of the gems and gradually cooling and solidifying in the cold night, let out a long sigh and turned to pull out her shield and spear and feverishly killed the nearest bloodthirsty werewolf!!!
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After an unknown period of time, the Gothic barbarians, whose gates were defeated and arrows were exhausted, finally lost to the powerful and rich Golden Crawler Clan. Countless werewolves who were physically exhausted collapsed on the battlefield and were trampled into a puddle of bloody mush by the bloodthirsty centaurs, or, were tied up as prisoners of war by the money-hungry centaurs. See if you can squeeze out more oil.
And drenched in blood, huge antlers left and right, hanging six human heads of God's chosen descendants, trampled by thousands of human and centaur carcasses, piled up a towering mountain of corpses, proudly looking down on the crumbling human fortress. The rising sunset, for the powerful to fear the centaur chief, cloaked in a golden veil.
"This city will be the first cornerstone of our rise to power. Messenger! Spread the news that we have taken the human fortress alone! Let the chiefs of the other clans come and see our irrepressible and mighty power!"
Toria raised a large green banner embroidered with golden horseshoes with unparalleled confidence. "Alright! You can plunder the inside of this fortress for three days! When the sun rises for the fourth time, everyone must be in working condition! I want you to urge those gnome slaves to dig up more ore from the deep, bottomless veins, day and night!
Then the craftsmen and apprentices, with the help of these barbarian tools, forged the iron ore into stalks of razor-sharp arrow clusters and spear points! Forge rings of strong lockets of iron! Create for me an invincible army! Rejoice! You will see the re-emergence of the Centaur Kingdom!"
"AlanNure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
Chapter 92: The gathering of the tribes
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After a few days, Christina, after reading the arrogant and arrogant letter from Chief Golden Crawler, shrugged her shoulders speechlessly and decided to take Pinehurst, as well as some elites of the Blood Fury Clan, to the fortress in the mountain where the golden banner was flying.
Anyway, it is also idle, just go.
And several other in the north wandering centaur clan, heard that God's chosen descendants with their own power, destroyed a bloodthirsty werewolf stone fortress, also put away the heart for the council of contempt and disdain, but to that horrible chief scare, do not dare to be like the last time, as the Yang flattery, casual perfunctory past. So, have packed their bags, with their elite, south to the feast.
Even in the northwest, the Poison Bite clan, which was hired by the lizardmen to fight a guerrilla war against the main force of Horus, sent their only heir to attend Tolya's feast. At one time, countless large banners of different styles fluttered above the spires of Iron Peak Fortress, and countless centaurs in different dresses walked above the narrow streets, complaining about the rocky pavement inside the mountains and rivers, wearing down their hardened horses' hooves.
Pinehurst looked with interest at these fellow countrymen whom he had never seen before. Some clans were dressed in rags, like uncivilized savages, covered with primitive runes, animal skin clothing, with pink blood and tendons, hanging a string of pale skeletons. Some clans, on the other hand, are dressed in fancy clothes, as if high above the princes and nobles, the body of gold ornaments, along with their advancing pace, tinkling, in the sunlight, reflecting a brilliant golden light.
Some clans are so innovative that they strap three rowdy gnome archers to their backs. This allows them to shoot four sharp feathered arrows in four directions at the same time during battle. But some clans are stereotypical and old-fashioned. Considering the former, this shameful act of being ridden by foreigners broke the code of the kingdom.
Two centaurs from different clans quarreled for a while and finally decided to put the matter to force. So, after a harsh cracking sound, the remains of a centaur that looked like a hedgehog, with feathered arrows sticking out of its body and blood flowing like water, and the bodies of two goblins that had been shot through the vitals, lay on the ground.
"Time: The eleventh year of the reign of Chief An Ran, the eleventh full moon. Location: Iron Peak Castle. In order to maintain the face of the clan, in a dispute with other clans, the battle loss of two gnomes, looking at the victory in the match, for the clan long face, request the chief free allotment of gnomes two ------ preferably gnome mage."
The pale centaur's curiosity grew. These very different styles of "compatriots" have increased his interest.
Some clans are so reckless that they weave through the crowded interior of the street like the wind, leaving behind only a dark back and a series of unconcerned, arrogant laughter amidst the curses and roars of the people nearby.
Some clans are disciplined: ten sturdy centaurs wearing studded leather armor, carrying bows and arrows and spears and shields, under the orders of the chief, like pines, stood neatly in front of a small stall, scared the mare selling snacks curled up in a ball, shivering in the shadows, and then make sure the other side is not to pick a fight, only when a long sigh of relief.
These soldiers neatly took the roast meat sold by the vendor and finished the food in their hands with almost the same movement and the same speed. And will pick the clean bones, on the table to set up a totem of lightning.
After centuries of division, the Centaur tribes that came together again had very different customs and habits, and Pinehurst could not even see that they once shared a common culture and ancestors.
"Yo! Chief Christina! Acting Chief Pinehurst!"
Suddenly, a déjà vu sounded in the sky dome, and a group of dodo crows, emitting a ghostly aura, landed beside the Blood Fury Clan and retransformed into a horse of withered bones adorned with blood and green leaves on their skins, holding white bone magic weapons. The person at the head of the group, tossed a beautiful and soft emerald green hair. Revealed a clear gray face.
"Ah, if it isn't Chief Abuhos!" Christina greeted happily.
"Why do you turn into crows and fly in the sky?"
"Ah, this small castle, now accommodates too many clansmen, the ground is too crowded." Abu Hoss carefully sorted out the shoulder, like snake scales like dense green leaf decoration. With a face as delicate and delicate as a girl's, a series of low and heavy male voice.
"So if you can fly, why do you need to be crowded with these sweaty guys, fur on fur?"
"That's right, by the way, how many representatives of the clans are here now? And what are their characteristics?" After exchanging pleasantries, Pinehurst was eager to learn more information from the mouth of his old friend.
"A long-awaited shot in the arm. Seven clans have come so far. The remaining six may still be on their way." Abhors rolled his eyes, but answered his question anyway.
"In addition to Golden Crawler, Dead Bone and Blood Fury, there are Thunder Spear, Wind Howler, Gray Mane and Delo. The latter two I don't know very well either. You see, those centaurs who stand as straight as puppets and follow their officers in clusters are the brothers and sisters of the Thunder Spear clan. They treat every chore of life as military training, even eating a meal to maintain perfect discipline. Once upon a time, they may have been soldiers of an ancient kingdom. Discipline within the clan is strict and orderly. Instead of chief, their leader is called "doumank", which means commander in Wood.
And those who run around like fools are the madmen of the Wind Howler clan. They are experts in guerrilla tactics, after the split. Their crazy chief, it seems, made some unspeakable deal with a certain lord of the wind elemental plane. The specific content, they are secretive, but, wait a few hundred years later, these guys are more or less with some wind elemental blood, wind elemental bloodline warlocks are more than dead, for the warlock issue, maybe you can discuss with them."
Chapter 93:Chief Wind Howler
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"Ah, yes," Chief Deadbone said, suddenly remembering something. "Come on, I'll take you guys to a nice place. Where you can meet more of the clan."
"Okay, let's go." Christina readily agreed to the other party's invitation. With Peinhus, Kaan, and thirty heavy armored dauntless, following the druid priests of Abhors, they left the store.
"Look, a silver coat! It's the first time I've seen it! What a rare coat color, really as white as snow and ice!"
"Wow, and that muscle curve! It's perfect!"
"It looks so soft, it must be comfortable to touch ..."
Feeling around countless groups of blazing eyes, once again gathered in their own pale God handsome horse, Pinehurst speechlessly rubbed his forehead, this scene, reminds him of just joined the blood fury clan scene - the camp those girls first saw himself, is also a variety of shouting, the later accompanied by the passage of time, only slowly faded The next.
Perhaps, one should learn from the chosen descendants of God? The guy wrapped himself up so tightly that the color of his coat could not be seen.
Just as the warlock was rambling, he suddenly felt his waist, by a soft, hot arms, tightly wrapped around.
The pale centaur turned his head to look at Christina as if a protective cat, nervously wrapped around himself, angrily looking at his female compatriots who were casting hot eyes around him.
"Clad in full Chimera fur, it's the chief of the Blood Fury Clan, ah ------ no chance." The distinctive dress of the rouge blazing horse was immediately recognized by outsiders. The girls who did not dare to provoke the chief, one by one, made a disappointed sound, hooked shoulders, fondly turned away.
I don't know how long they walked in the crowd, the group finally came to the southernmost part of the fortress.
More people gathered here, fellow countrymen in different costumes and dresses stood hooked up together, raising a cranial wine glass full of good wine and anesthetizing their nerves.
These playful centaurs, constantly lifting their long front legs, using their hard hooves as drum hammers, frantically hitting the wooden floor, interspersed with excited cheers, frustrated sighs, roars of victory, mingled into a monstrous wave of sound, rushing up high into the clouds.
"What are they doing?" Christina, who was disturbed by the heaving sound wave, unhappily covered her right ear.
The left hand that was wrapped around Peinhers' body, the moment it was released, put five more soft, white fingers, back on top of his lover's body.
The pale centaur smiled slightly and reached out his right hand, gently covering the soft earlobe of the rouge blazing horse. To shield her from the nearby noisy sound.
"Ah, this was originally a marketplace for barbarians. It was cleaned up a bit by us with stalls and some stakes pulled up to become an arena for [exchange] between clans."
Abuhos rubbed his ears, which were sore from the sound waves, and led everyone, in the bustling herd of horses, squeezed out a passage with difficulty, a huge open area, immediately into the eyes of the crowd, dozens of idle, or want to fight for the clan's glory, in the audience like a thunderous applause, wild fight into a ball.
Weapons can only choose wooden blunt weapons, this is the whole rule of Centaur [internal communication].
Dozens of young priests, who had just entered the path of the druids, prayed to the gods for the divine art of healing, exercising their spell-casting abilities while healing the horrific wounds of the bruised and battered centaurs of various races after the end of the tournament.
Next to it, there are several gold-treaded horses covered in gold jewelry, gathering to sell winning betting coupons, trying to make a few more dollars in expensive jewelry in this exchange.
"Let me introduce to you, look, the sister Gui who is covered in muscles. She is the chief of the Thunder Spear Clan, Kresha." The corners of Abhors' mouth twitched involuntarily as he pointed to the tallest and most sturdy person on the field.
Kresha was eight feet tall, with countless strong and huge muscles, squeezed into a solid mass on the surface of her skin. She grabbed a similarly sturdy man-horse with her bare hands and lifted the nearly one-ton cohort, high above her head!
The corners of Pinehurst's mouth, likewise involuntarily twitched. Christina also has muscles on her body, but most of them are hidden in her fair skin, with the willowy figure, the six-pack abs on the small waist, but also this rouge blazing horse, full of wild beauty.
But the chief of that Thunder Spear clan ... large like a rock with huge, hard muscles,** exposed naked in the air, making her more like a protein queen in a biology textbook.
"Ah, there's that one." Abhors found a second chieftain in the audience. There were still six of the thirteen chiefs yet to arrive. The seven leaders who came first had nothing to do all day, so they had to soak in the arena to pass the time.
"Look, the pretty girl with the two elf things on her back. Her name is An Ran. She is the chief of the Tasmar clan, a nomadic clan that lives in the Transcaucasus region between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea, and often trades with High Elf colonists and demonkind.
Probably because of living in the middle of two powerful kingdoms, the Tasmar clan, gradually gave up the pride of their ancestors and turned into a group of pragmatists. Soldiers would all carry some fey archers, or spell casters to step into the battlefield. Those two elven priests were both her escorts and her male pets."
Speaking of which, Abulhos did not leave a trace of skimming around.
"Strange, how come I didn't see the chief of Wind Howl Clan ... shouldn't ah, that crazy person actually didn't come to the arena?"
The dead bone chief looked left and right, trying to find the figure of his old friend. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind fell from the sky, a huge wind pressure, almost bending the knees of the guys, the terrifying airflow, after raging a bit, quickly wind up into the shape of a centaur.
The slim and tall slender body, soft and flowing snow green hair, and a cute face with a little baby fat. The wind howling chief is as illusory as a ghost, no iris and pupils inside the eye sockets, but instead escaped with a wisp of stormy electricity. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're getting into.
"Abhoos! You guys want to come to the arena for a couple of matches too? Come on, come on, without that damn scythe, I'll be able to trample you under my hooves!"
"Calm down, you madman. Look, the lady in front of you, cloaked in the skin of a Chimera beast, is the famous Blood Fury Chief." Chief Deadbone spoke coldly.
"Christina, this bastard, who is only half related to everyone, is the leader of the Wind Howler Clan, Maed."
"Hey! You misogynistic monster, who are you calling a bastard!" Meade grinned broadly and wrapped his arm around Chief Deadbone's shoulders, not minding the words.
Because of the lack of pupils, the rouge blazing horse could not determine exactly where the other party was looking. However, the electricity in Chief Wind Howler's eyes flickered more and more frequently and violently.
"The chief of the Blood Fury clan ha."
Chief Wind Howler narrowed his eyes, the stormy current in his eyes, emitting an ear-piercing shrill.
"Come to exchange a few words in the field? Your opponent is, Daughter of Karamail, Chief Wind Howler, Level 1 Barbarian and Level 5 Warlock."
"Happy to oblige." The pride in the heart of the rouge blazing horse would not allow her to show weakness in front of another clan chief. So she readily agreed.
"Your opponent is, Daughter of Anna, Chief of Blood Rage, Level 6 Barbarian."
Chapter 94: Blood Fury vs. Wind Howl (above)
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The news that the two chiefs are ready to "exchange" some, like a gale swept the entire arena, a large number of people want to see the fun. Along with the noisy hoofbeats, the first to gather over. Some of the centaur vendors running around, taking the opportunity to sell the special food from the ghosts know where to plunder, trade - wait, that green stuff, is the watermelon?
"Howling Chief, who comes and goes like a ghost, versus Chief Blood Fury, who was the first to take the human fortress! Come on, let's bet! For every two silver coins you pay, you get an extra silver coin back!" The guys from the Golden Crawler Clan, also leading several steeds laden with items, crowded into the center of the arena, and they used arcane tricks to create some graphic seals, dipped in the blood of cattle and sheep, and printed them on a neatly cut piece of leather.
Pinehurst glanced at the stamp, which was engraved with the names of the two chiefs' wooden clans and decorated with a large number of fancy and exquisite patterns next to it to prevent forgery by the bystanders. Every two silver coins can be exchanged for a cut lambskin, and after the battle, the person who wins the bet can, with these original notes, exchange them for more coins.
Those sheepskins are distinctly dull, rough, old and unusual in appearance, and the seal used is still blood ------ It seems that the people of the Golden Crawler clan are very good at making money, and after these leathers are recycled, they can be washed with water and still have other people's names printed on them and then used.
Under the blazing gaze of hundreds of centaurs, two centaurs slowly mounted the battlefield, Christina had anticipated the battle, prepared in advance a whole bag of crossbows without iron arrow clusters installed, by hand from nearby to pick up a huge wooden sword for the competition. And Maide, the manipulation of two long, thin short sword, in the hands of a pair of beautiful sword flower.
Accompanied by a high-pitched mournful horn sound, a hideous wisp of red smoke, slowly seeping out of the wind howling chief, the thin illusory light purple body, her six limbs, wrapped in a shocking blood mist.
"Berserk as soon as the fight starts? She's a melee type spell caster like Peinhers?" Christina raised her eyebrows and thought with some surprise.
The dense, hideous blood, immediately crawled all over her ruby-like bright scarlet pupils, blown-out white skin, instantly turned into a demonic and blushing face, a bundle of equally shocking scarlet smoke, from the inside of her body, every pore emanated, converging, condensing, circling, flying into a sky-rocketing column of blood-colored smoke!
Seeing that the opponent really also opened the berserk state, Maide that is like a blade like a single corner of the mouth, raised upward a nice arc, four snow green horseshoes suddenly turned into a rotating gale, lifting her whole person high into the sky, only in place, leaving a blood-colored mist?
"Hahahaha! Fooled! Chief Christina! That wasn't a blood-colored steam from a rampage, but a red dye wrapped in a storm! How's that? I did a good imitation, didn't I? Hahahaha!"
The snow green centaur hovering high in the air let out a wild laugh of victory. "Next, I just have to wait until your berserk ends and you enter a state of exhaustion, then I can easily take the victory in this battle!"
"WHOOSH!!!"
Christina did not reply, she backhandedly pulled out a long-strung foot heavy crossbow, flying in the sky at the half-elemental creature, shot a powerful heavy wooden stick, a solid impact on Maide's left shoulder, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound, in the other side of the white skin, hit a thick bruise.
"A cross-shaped ------ bow? This damn thing is fast!" Meade muttered covering his wounded left shoulder, turning into a whirlwind of horses' hooves, quickly climbing the flight height, trying to break out of the range of that strange weapon. Even the most physically strongest centaur can only sustain this berserk state for about sixty seconds. As long as they last until that time, they can easily defeat the tired and weak Christina Chief!
"Shh--"
Seeing the wind howling chief shameless behavior as usual, the crowd of spectators, while tasting the gray mane clan that "from Afrikaner's special food", while dissatisfied with the cheers. But Maide, floating in the air, not only not ashamed, but laughing wildly and doing a few difficult moves, dodging the heavy crossbow arrows that came whistling.
"Calm down, calm down." Christina, who was in a berserk state, struggled to maintain her sanity. The opponent's main profession was a warlock, yet she did not cast any long-range spells from beginning to end, and obviously could fly, but did not carry a long-range attack weapon such as a bow and arrow or javelin. This indicates that her flying state has quite a few limitations, and the maintenance time may be even shorter than Berserk!
Sure enough, after a minute, Maide frowned and landed uneasily on top of the field, and the four wildly spinning storms reincarnated into snowy green slender horseshoes. But Christina's berserk state, still not over!
"61, 62, 63 ------" Chief Wind Howler frowned, uneasily silently counted the time the other party maintained the berserk. At the same time pulled out two slender wooden swords, in the flat chest, overlapping into a cross-shaped suit, barely blocked the other side that powerful huge sword chopping.
"BOOM!!!"
Hell, this blood-colored compatriot may be second in power only to that muscle moron from the Thunder Spear Clan!
"100, 101, 1 ------ Damn! How come your berserk is not over yet!!!" Maide barely blocked each powerful attack of her opponent, the terrifying force, along the wooden weapon, shaking her tiger's mouth numb and her arm sore. The pace of the hoof, but also more and more chaotic.
"I was going to ask why you can fly!" Christina skillfully wielded the huge sword in her hand, taking the advantage of the length of the weapon, to the maximum, and with her terrifying strength after the berserk, she completely suppressed the dexterous enemy who used two short swords.
Suddenly, the rouge blazing horse waved its giant sword and gently tilted it upward. Immediately after, the wooden weapon, which was located high up in the air, was viciously slashed downward! The wind howling chief's skin, which can be broken, on the wooden floor, smashed a like a spider web, dense and horrible cracks!
"I remember now, the legendary until death do us part Scarlet Fury ------ is actually true!" Chief Wind Howler endured the fiery pain on his cheeks, and his entire body turned into a huge tornado whirlwind! That violent light purple airflow, even rolled up the nearby fruit skin, garbage, and even a few sheepskins printed with complex patterns, causing some spectators to scream miserably. Caught in the airflow of Christina, even move a finger, find it difficult! If not for the inherent terrifying quality of the centaur, she might have been swept high into the sky by the air current!
"Whew--"
The other side of the arena, Maide returned to her human-horse form, and within a short time, after many elementalizations, she was already drenched in sweat, panting and pulling out a few black hairs from her backpack, quickly chanting a complex arcane incantation, making her slim and tall body more illusory and ethereal. Behind him, there even appeared a faint shadow of a black cat.
Christina hastily threw up her horse's hooves and charged forward, trying to interrupt the other party's spell casting, Chimera's two huge flesh wings, which were used as a cloak, were raised high by the gale, hunting in the air. Sheep, tigers, dragons three all over the holes, hideous evil white bone skull, after being blown by the wind, but also like the sound of dysprosium, emitting a chilling whistling sound! A few horses standing directly opposite the blood rage chief, scared almost fainted - the man in front of you which is what centaur wearing the skin of a dragon compatriot, is obviously a huge horrible flying monster!
But it was still too late, the wind howling chief hands, the two single wooden short knife, has shone blue arcane glow! The moment the three wooden weapons clashed, Maide's body, truly burned with a horrible crimson steam! The blue arcs in the pupils, also turned into scarlet eye-catching face of blood!
The barbarian's berserk state!
"I can only maintain this state for forty-eight seconds, I must win the battle in a short time!"
Chapter 95: Blood Fury vs. Wind Howl (next)
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Maide, as the head of a clan, has been through many battles, what monsters have not seen, naturally will not be a sub-dragon corpse to faint. In the [Cat's Elegance] spell enchanting, wind howling chief as if a misty ghost. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible solution to the problem.
Two single wooden knives with a flash of arcane light, in the air through countless blue elegant arc, like a fierce storm, fell on top of the Chimera's pale golden fur!
"Che-" Peinhers tilted his head to the left and whispered to Magnus, who was eating and watching, however, before he could finish his sentence, a large gray hand, lined up hard on top of his right shoulder.
"Brother, this is the sacred race of the centaurs. Don't make any small moves. There are at least two chief-level figures here, in case they are seen through, it will affect not only the two of you, but even involve the whole Blood Rage clan." Abhors narrowed his eyes and solemnly issued a warning.
"The other person is a warlock, but ------ her magical pet never showed up from the beginning to the end! I just want Magnus to scout it out." The pale centaur bit his lips, in the ears of the chief of the dead bones, a million anxious said.
"This is against the rules! I see you are overwhelmed by love, calm and ruthless acting chief." Abhos said firmly. "Rest assured, Chief Christina, after spending so much time with you as a warlock, she will not forget that the other side is hiding a magic pet."
"Cut--" Pinehurst reluctantly gave up the idea of cheating and nervously watched the match in front of the stage. Chief Bloodrage's attack became more and more intense, the huge wooden sword cutting the air with a fearful whistling sound. Chief Wind Howler, whose other arm was sore to the core, did not dare to take it hard and had to jump away from her, back to a rather awkward distance.
The length of the opponent's weapons suppressed Maide, always with superb agility and reaction speed, to find a breakthrough, re-approach Christina's hard-to-reach side, wielding two enchanted short knife, cutting through countless blue elegant arc - but the enemy is wearing a full-body Chimera war armor!
The lower half of the centaur's coat, with excellent warmth, natural protection, is comparable to ordinary leather armor, therefore, many centaurs will only be in their soft human body, clothed in warm clothes, and hard armor. But ------ there are always some outliers who like to wear hard battle armor that is strong enough to cover the whole body. Under double protection, just by two enchanted wood pieces, it is really difficult to cause decisive damage.
The battle gradually came to a stalemate. Christina's blood rage, although can be maintained indefinitely, but, the cost is the constant loss of their own life. In the face of the slippery, agile enemy like an oiled rat, the rouge horse had to turn to the defensive - wait until the berserk state ended, too tired to run Maide, will naturally become their own defeat.
"It's now!"
Seeing the blood-colored flame wrapped around the opponent's body, slowly fading down to nothingness, the blood rage chief, who wanted to show his power in front of the clans, and his lover, took a long breath, relaxed his guard, swung the long sword in his hand, and viciously stabbed at the panting, incomparably tired wind howling chief.
But the other side caught Christina's momentary laxity, a flash of dark green lightning, suddenly, from her sleeves whistling out, fiercely struck his own swan-like slender neck above!
Super small viper!
Peinhus instantly recognized the tiny, dark green bolt of lightning as his opponent used the wind pressure to flick a dark green, deadly viper from the shadows! He tried to do something about it, but it was too late, the horrible little thing, already opening its bloody mouth dripping with slime, sank two hollow, hideous fangs into the blood and flesh of the Blood Rage Chief!
The poison glands inside the throat, which quickly secrete a severe poison that can kill adult humans, are injected inside Christina's body through the hollow fangs.
"Admit defeat! Chief of Blood Rage! This stuff is so toxic that even a robust centaur is in danger of sudden death! As long as you admit defeat, I will give you the antidote to the poison!"
The moment she threw the viper, Maide was also struck by her opponent's wooden longsword, hitting her flat chest hard. Without the protection of the fat layer, she may have had a rib or two broken, and with the weakness from the rampage, Chief Wind Howler was no longer able to fight.
"It's come to this, how can I possibly admit defeat!" Christina felt a dizziness, the deadly venom, had spread inside her body. Suddenly, she thought of something, her hands threw away the huge sword that seemed as heavy as a mountain range, and with her last strength, she grabbed the seventh inch of the viper on her neck, her right hand slowly pulled out the heavy crossbow with a good string and aimed it at the little guy's head.
"Admit defeat, Chief Wind Howler! Otherwise, your magic pet will die by my hand! I understand the consequences of the death of a warlock's magic pet! Your soul will suffer horrible damage that cannot be repaired in a short time!
By the way, you may not know that we, the Blood Fury Clan, fought with the orcs of the Serpent Bite Clan for decades of years, and the surviving members, generally possess extremely high toxin resistance. Otherwise, we can't destroy those greenskin tribes that breed poison! This little poison, I don't even put it in my eyes!"
"Is this true?" Abuhos asked, turning his head with some hesitation.
"No! Fake! Wouldn't it be better to just wield the longsword and finish the opponent? What's the need for nonsense! The poison has kicked in, making it difficult for her to wield the heavy wooden sword! She's giving her life, for glory!" Peinhus wanted to stop his lover, but then, hesitantly dropped his front hoof.
Christina is a very proud girl. In front of the eyes of so many outsiders, instead of supporting her behavior, she was advised to admit defeat in the dust in order to save her life? Is this kind of behavior really good? Forget it! In case she loses the bet, one's big deal is to rip off the hidden hood, put the crown of sorcery on her head and let the rouge blazing horse, instantly have the ability to be immune to toxins and ignore the contamination of toxins!
As for competing for the crown with the chosen descendants of God? Go ahead, who's afraid?
Thinking of this, Pinehurst nervously stared at the stage, always ready to rush out and instantly get rid of the toxin the moment the other party lost the bet. And the wind howling chief, after listening to the other party's threatening statement again, also fell into silence. It seems to want to stall for time to verify the truth or otherwise of the other party's anti-toxicity.
Rouge Blazing Horse struggled to restrain the trembling of her body, the scenery in front of her eyes spun wildly away, the greasy dizzy feeling made her nauseous and wanted to vomit, a burst of dull pain came from her chest, and the frequency of her heartbeat became more and more disordered. However, she still maintained her normal appearance!
"I'm only going to count to three! Chief of the Wind Howl! Three!"
Seeing that she could not support herself anymore, Christina had to roar in a stern voice, trying to use the countdown to disrupt her opponent's thinking. The right hand index finger, also slowly pull the trigger of the foot crossbow.
"Two!"
"You ------" Maide full of head, she neither like to lose to other clan chief in front of the crowd, much less her soul to suffer a heavy injury that is difficult to recover! The other side of that deadly countdown, more seriously affected her thoughts!
"One!"
"Admit defeat! I concede defeat! Give me back my magic pet!!!" Chief Wind Howl helplessly raised his hands in surrender. Deafening cheers and wailing sounds like thunder immediately recalled from the field - the former were the people who bought Chief Blood Fury's victory, while the latter, the clansmen who bet on the defeat of the Rouge Blazing Horse.
"Christina!"
In the sound like a tidal wave like a surging sound wave, Pinehurst like a winter storm, instantly rushed into the side of his lover, holding the unconscious rouge blazing horse, he just wanted to take off the crown, a gold and green intertwined, incomparably bright, dazzling divine light pillar, then drilled into the blood fury chief's body, for her to get rid of the deadly toxin.
"Pale horse, I warned you, no matter what happens, don't show your crown! Just give me a word about the little matter of getting rid of poison! The Centaur Kingdom at this moment cannot afford a second split and civil unrest!"
Abhors frowned and slowly came up to Peinhus' ear and spoke coldly.