Chapter 96: A new plan
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Abhorses, as well as the group of priests under them, quickly healed the two chiefs' injuries. The defeated Chief Wind Howler, after sulking for a few seconds, regained that big-hearted personality, and the four ghost-like, indistinct snow green horseshoes instantly walked to Christina's side.
A thin, white left arm, across the four heads near her neck, soft skin, gently rubbed in the chimera leather armor, the pale golden fleece, enthusiastically wrapped around the right shoulder of the blood rage chief.
At the same time, Maide's right hand, but into a small storm, precisely rolled up in front of the melon snacks, carelessly into their mouths - those things, all Pinehurst bought.
"Whoops, I'm going to be at the bottom of the council, first I was beaten up by Thunder Spear that muscle sister Gui, and then I was shaded by the priest master of the Dead Bone Clan, and I was just about able to win, only to be tricked into surrendering by a bluff from you!" Chief Wind Howl put on a pitiful look, trying to win the sympathy of the other side, so that the compatriot in front of her, no longer count the fact that she had eaten and drank haphazardly. "The clan's ancestors' face, are going to be disgraced by me!"
"Oh? So, how strong is the chief of the Thunder Spear Clan?" Christina rolled her eyes and also affectionately wrapped her arms around the other party's neck, trying to pull out more information.
"Ah, every time I mention her, my bones all over my body, they ache vaguely." Chief Wind Howler involuntarily shivered. "Like you, she relies on the absolute advantage in strength and physique to **purely crush the enemy. However, that muscle sister Gui's strength, I'm afraid, is above yours, it's simply a half-man, half-horse shaped titanic giant."
Meade grumbled in discontent as he chewed on the meat.
"Let me do the math, I have not challenged the chiefs of the Gray Mane Clan and the Golden Crawler Clan, the former pressed never came to the arena, the latter ------ that golden girl, the equipment is too luxurious, can not afford to mess with, can not afford to mess with."
Just as the centaurs were fighting in full swing, a sun as magnificent as blood slowly sank into the mountains of the west. The druids of the various clans have also indicated that they are running out of spell bits. Do not want to be tied up on the stage, and do not want to die in the internal communication, or cover the broken bones, wailing until tomorrow morning, the centaurs had to end today's game resentful.
Several compatriots selling gambling tickets also led their steeds full of coins and sheepskins and left the meeting with smiling eyes.
"Let's go, Rouge." After a few short hours, the self-effacing Maide had skipped the stage of addressing names and went straight to nicknames. She raised two illusory slender arms on either side of her head, gesturing in the shape of antlers. "That golden shimmer with the two branches must be inside the human fortress, preparing a meal and waiting for our visit."
"Say ------ why you eat all day long, the body is still as young and thin as a sapling?" Christina breathlessly spat out.
"Because I'm a half-elemental creature." Chief Wind Howler justified. "I need a lot of energy to maintain the severe losses caused by each elementalization. In fact, when I first came to Iron Peak Fortress, I was a standard physique centaur, it's just that, I've been fighting too much these past few days."
Christina smiled and shook her head. The group slowly arrived at the huge fortress located in the east of the castle. Only here, can barely accommodate the overly large size of the centaurs, the God-chosen descendant even ordered his men to smash the stone building wide, all the internal doorways, and cleaned out the original Goth nobleman's room, covered with pale golden cat-man furs, as his new bedchamber.
No way, only these lion-headed humanoid guys nearby, with a large number of beautiful fur close to gold. The mattress can not be dyed, in case of color loss, rubbing on top of their own satin-like soft, beautiful fur, cleaning up is not very troublesome.
In the renovation of the bedchamber at the same time, the chief of the golden cushion also the most spacious council hall of the barbarians, drastic modifications, only adapted to humanoid creatures use all the tables and chairs split as firewood, the other hand replaced with a comfortable sheepskin, for the clan lazily lying on it, while listening to their strategic deployment, while eating her carefully prepared food.
The Chosen People have been hosting feasts for many days in order to entertain these chiefs who have come from far away, with soft cheese, roasted meat with salt, and sweet melons brought from Asia Minor by the Grey Mane clan. There was even some rare honey.
The Gray Mane clan used to be mercenaries of the Eastern Roman Empire. They followed the steppe all the way south and crossed the Caucasus Mountains by mistake, and were active around Armenia, acting as scouts for the Empire.
After hearing that the northern clansmen had regrouped, these guys pretended to agree to the Empire's request to join the vast war against Sassan in the south, and after demanding a deposit and grain from Augustus, they immediately turned around and retraced their steps on the Caucasus mountain road, and fled without looking back, leaving Arcadius furious.
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When the wine was full, Toria clapped her hands, and several centaurs immediately carried six large wooden chests and hauled them respectfully to the six clan chiefs. Christina curiously opened the box, only to see, inside are some newly forged iron arrow clusters, with slender spear points - this is nothing rare, the blood fury clan also can forge.
But ------ beneath these weapons is a long-sleeved lockets specially forged for the centaurs! Thousands of strong iron rings, densely woven together, covering the entire human body, these special armor, only the front of the ring continues to weave down, like a curtain of steel, just to block everyone exposed in front of the stallion's chest and belly.
"Oh my God! Tailor-made lockets for centaurs?!"
Meade cried out in disbelief. "Gold glitter! You still retain the craft of forging lockets?"
"Of course, locking armor was originally invented by our centaurs first!" Chief Golden Crawler raised his head proudly. "With enough iron ore, and enough time, I can protect all my people with strong steel!
Now, we have struck an important human vein, and there is no shortage of iron ingots for the time being, but there is a serious shortage of manpower. Therefore, I would like to trouble you chiefs to invite all blacksmiths to come to this city, and I will teach them the skill of forging iron wire without reservation! The finished product will be divided equally among all of you! After all, the manufacturing process of lockjaw armor is really quite tedious, and all the clan's craftsmen can only make one piece per day at most. Does anyone object to this proposal?"
"No objection, no objection, I will write a letter right now and pull all the artisans within the clan over." The chief of the Thunder Spear clan shook his head in panic, an unconditional exchange of technology and finished products? Such a good thing, only a fool would refuse.
Pinehurst looked at the lockets on the hands of the rouge blazing horse, the closure of each iron ring, without any welding, riveting treatment. Just simply bent together. But in this remote place, is also considered quite reliable defensive gear - God's chosen descendant means really strong, first to show power, then pull the hearts of people, in the long run, maybe, she can really reunite the centaurs ------
"Brothers and sisters! I will turn this fortress, into a military fortress for the Centauri Kingdom! A constant supply of weapons and armor for our valiant warriors! At the same time, we will move south, over the mountains, to plunder the richest seaport granary in the Eastern Gothic Kingdom - Diodosia! Get enough food reserves to sustain our large-scale military operations! What do you say!"
"Aye!"
"Delicious!"
"Plunder! Conquer! Kill!"
"Alan, Nure Chosen Descendants!!!"
The centaurs attending the banquet clapped their hands and applauded the chief's plan. A **boisterous noise pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to the most **!
Compared to farming, nomadism is an extremely fragile and unstable economic system. A heavy snowfall can push the tribe to the brink of destruction. Therefore, in order to maintain their livelihood, nomads see plundering and invasion as a necessary act to obtain living resources, just like farmers planting seedlings and sowing seeds.
Even the peasants under the feudal system would rebel as mountain bandits and bandits when they could not afford to pay taxes and eat in natural disasters**. Not to mention the plundering nomadic cavalry! To come and go like the wind of the grassland athletes, will use a blood-soaked war, plundering the resources of survival, diverting the conflict within the tribe.
Choosing between starving yourself to death, and starving others to death? This has nothing to do with good or evil, it is simply a matter of the weak and the strong.
Chapter 97: Failed Negotiations
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Just when the seven chiefs were fist-pumping, ready to start a new war, the strong castle door, I do not know who pushed open from the outside, on the floor, a distinctive ear-piercing sound of friction. Let the noisy, cheerful waves of sound, mixed with a confusing murmur.
Chief Golden Crawler frowned unhappily. The guards of the tribes, too, looked warily at the door to see which fellow, who dared to disturb the meeting of the chiefs.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ah-la, I'm the eighth one to arrive." A string of sweet and crisp childish laughter like silver bells slowly drifted from the doorway, and four tall centaurs draped in linen, carrying bows and arrows, with poisonous snakes wrapped around their arms, held up four poison soaked spears with dark green snake flags. Slowly stepped into the center of the hall.
Pinehurst rubbed his eyes incredulously, damn it, Abulhurst looks as beautiful as a girl, but his voice is incomparably low and hoarse. But these four big guys in front of me, why would they make that ethereal and wonderful childish female voice?
The other compatriots, too, developed the same doubts as the pale centaurs. Gazing in disbelief at this group of guys who came from far away.
Suddenly, the four horses with vipers wrapped around their arms quickly spread out around them, revealing the leader they had surrounded in the middle - a young colt that was not yet an adult. It looked at most a year and a half old, or even younger. It was as delicate and lovely as a porcelain doll carved in pink. The little pink face, with a hint of fleshy baby fat.
Above her small and lovely horse body, every pale golden fleece is trembling gently, and the dark brown pony tail, swaying restlessly from side to side, is proof enough of the fear and unease within this little one.
Then, she had to show an untamed and arrogant look in front of the seven chiefs, the high, unbeatable look, suddenly appeared in the face of a cute loli, showing extremely comical, successfully amused everyone present.
"No laughing! What's so funny! Before you is, the next chief of the Poison Bite Clan! Lillian!" The only daughter of Chief Poison Bite turned red and made an angry sound mixed with aggression, her lovely golden eyes filled with tears. This look, on the contrary, provoked even more teasing from the other clans.
"It's so cute!"
Chief Wind Howler was the first to rush out of his seat, like a breeze, easily bypassing the four guards, gently grabbed the cute filly and lifted her up high, haunted by lightning splintering in his pupils, bursting out countless little silver stars.
"Ahem, chiefs, please stop teasing our chief's only daughter. I am the forbidden guard of Chief Poison Bite: Aza. In place of the Poison Bite clan, I handle all things here." The sturdy man at the head of the clan bowed to Maide without humility. From the chief's hands, he snatched back the centaur Lori who was scared enough.
"Sorry, our clan is in a bitter battle with those werewolf frenzies that have come out from all directions, inexplicably, and cannot get away for the time being. So the chief sent me to attend the meeting in his place, taking her only child with me by the way, to leave that extremely dangerous war zone in the north."
"No harm done. I understand your plight." Toria coughed twice and returned to her usual majestic posture. Faintly, she said. "Welcome, fellow Poison Bite, to the council. How many soldiers have you brought with you on this trip? We are preparing to attack a port city full of werewolves in order to maintain enough food and supplies. I also hope to get your support."
"Not much, just a hundred poisoned archers." After feeling safe under the protection of the guards, Lilith rekindled her confidence and once again peeked out from behind the clan. Loudly, she answered the question of the God's Chosen Descendant. "However, speaking of werewolves, we have brought a gift thick enough to blow your minds!"
"So, the future Chief of Poison Bite. May I ask, what is the surprise?" Compared to Chief Wind Howler who was jumping up and down like a madman, Chief Golden Crawler was extremely cultured, she gently bent her horse's hoof, usually looked at Lori's eyes and asked with a smile.
"Pop! Snap! Snap!"
Lillian did not answer, but instead gently clapped her hands, and two more venomous bitten soldiers with snakes wrapped around their arms, grabbed a human bound in five, and brought him to the center of the hall. He looked very sturdy and majestic, and under his silvery messy hair, he half hid a rather handsome and vicissitudes face.
No, he's not a human! The inside of this creature's eyes were filled with dense blood - this was a bloodthirsty and terrifying bestial werewolf!
"Aza, remove the cloth ball that gags him, damn werewolf, and repeat your spiel for me!"
"As ordered."
The strong centaur with his arms wrapped around the snake, wielding his spear, picked the cloth ball in the human's mouth with precision. Eugene grinned, after moving some stiff mouth muscles, coldly looked at the half-human, half-horse monsters around him, recalling the diplomatic rhetoric handed to him by Horus.
"I am here by order of the King of Goth, centaurs. Unconditionally withdraw from Iron Peak Castle! She does not belong to you! You monsters, how dare you slaughter our brothers and sisters? There is a limit to the patience of the wolves! His Majesty allows you to live a free life in the northern grasslands, and can even support you with a certain amount of provisions.
But if you dare to touch the land of Gothic one step, you will surely suffer the horrible fury of the wolves that destroy everything!!!" Horus' men, imprisoned for days by the poisonous biting centaurs, were already in an extreme state of repression and anger. The soul was even more subjected to the never-ending fury of the bestial plague that burned, making him forget his connotation and roar loudly with rage in the common tongue.
"Accept it, monsters! It is your only choice."
"This ------ is the words that your wolf king, wants to bring to me?" God's chosen descendant and the circumstance, instantly enraged by each other's words, Toria arrogantly grabbed the back of the werewolf's neck, treating him like a toy, easily lifting him in mid-air, allowing Eugene to look directly into his own terrifying eyes burning with endless rage!
"Perhaps, the moment you see your proud city reduced to rubble under the hooves of our horses, you will understand our irrepressible power?
Perhaps, after seeing your weak and ridiculous compatriots, bleeding under our feathered yarns, you will understand your weakness and incompetence? Wild dog! Unconditionally withdraw from Iron Peak Fortress? Handing out food to us? What a joke! What I, the Chosen Descendants of God, want, I can get it myself! No need for your mercy! Tie him to the top of the Golden Crawl and take him to the battlefield! I will make this wild dog watch the destruction of Diodosia with his own eyes!"
"As ordered!!!"
Chapter 98: Behind-the-scenes deals
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After the chiefs decided to start the war, they immediately fell into a new round of quarrels. How many soldiers and supplies would be fair and reasonable for each of them to contribute? Who would be responsible for charging ahead in the war? Who was responsible for covering and encircling the two flanks? And who would hold the rear?
Most importantly, who, in turn, is responsible for the command of this huge mixed army?
Chief An Ran pushed away the two elven male pets feeding her, slowly from the soft sheepskin, straighten her elegant tall body, she just wanted to use the "clan is too far away from here, the soldiers can not be transferred" excuse to escape the huge burden of war. But suddenly remembered something, the words also said, the body trembled.
Hell ------ Toria just said to have them concentrate the blacksmiths inside the castle, so that they themselves will teach the forging techniques of lockjaw armor to the clan artisans without reservation.
At that time, I was in favor of it with both hands!
"Damn!!! I can't possibly say that the clan blacksmith over, the soldiers can not pass it!" Tasmar's female chief, comprehended the words of the chosen descendants of God, the trap in that language, had to sit back down again, all tangled under, the brow also twisted into a mess.
"Of all of you here, my Golden Crawler clan is the most powerful! I am willing to send a thousand Berserkers, and a thousand Marauders."
"Then, the Deadbone Clan is willing to send out three hundred druids to assist everyone in the battle."
"By my calculations, the Wind Howler Clan should, probably, be able to come up with seven hundred Marauders, and a hundred Warlocks with wind elemental bloodlines for the battle,"
"My mother's Thunder Spear clan can pull out 2,000 elite soldiers in cloak and dagger at any time! Answer the call of the divine election!"
"The three thousand remaining members of the Grey Mane Clan are all being kept inside the castle by you, and as long as you lead them, I can take them to the fire at any time!"
"Well ------ Tasmar can probably come up with 500 warriors. However, we have a large number of servant armies! An army of mixed gnomes, humans, and elves will fight in concert with everyone, numbering around fifteen hundred."
"So, so many centaurs, but we, the Poison Bite Clan, also have a hundred powerful warriors! And more than two hundred poisonous snake pets! We will definitely, definitely not lose to you guys in a fight!"
Listening to the chiefs, Christina looked down and calculated how many soldiers she could come up with for the war. Some of the clans were really pouring out their nests. The two thousand men of the Thunder Spear could be said to be the entire population of the clan. More clans, on the other hand, were hiding and not willing to go all out: the size of the Golden Crawler clan was about 10,000, so she took out two thousand people ------
Trouble, out of more people, the clan internal will become unusually empty, at the same time, will also bear more serious war burden. But out of fewer people, and inevitably will be other clans look down on, or even ostracized.
We all work together, and you just put out so few people to fish in the water?
"The Blood Fury clan has few personnel, and the attack on that throat fortress of the humans was even more costly when it opened the doorway to survival for everyone." Weighing up the situation again and again, the rouge blazing horse finally made a decision. First of all, put on the table that he has a favor to all of you: without us, the Blood Fury Clan, fighting in the blood of Vichy Myris, you would all be buried in the snow in the north waiting to die today!
"Therefore, today we can only send out three hundred elite soldiers to respond to the battle, however, there will be fifty hill giants that can act as siege machines, along with more than five hundred slave soldiers, to accompany you all and plant eight banners on top of the city of Diodosia!"
"Very well! Before you all fulfill your promises, let's decide on the supreme commander of this war." Toria fiddled with the cranial vessel in her hand and spoke softly. "Each chief has a ballot that can be cast for the eight chiefs in the re-field. The one with the highest vote will be the supreme commander of this battle, no problem, right?"
"Support the Chosen Descendants of God!" Chief Golden Crawler's words had not yet fallen. The Muscle Sister Gui of the Thunder Spear Clan immediately slapped the table and shouted, fearing that no one else could hear her voice.
"I vote for Chief Golden Crawler." The aged gray mane chief casually waved her hand. Her clan, which had traveled a long way from Asia Minor, had been taken care of by Toria in many ways, and was now somewhat of a short eater.
"Three votes in an instant?" Peinhus stopped eating somewhat strangely, and suddenly, some enchantingly bodied centaur maids, for the seats of Blood Fury, Wind Howl, Tasmal & Dead Bone Clan, served up a fragrant roasted lamb, the crispy, charred skin of which was carved with a small knife in the crisp script of the Wood Clan.
"Support me as the commander-in-chief of this operation, and I will give your clan ten pairs of lockets!"
After the first contact with the parliamentary system of government, the centaurs learned to pull votes and bribe cheating without any teacher.
"Don't vote yet, this political game is complicated to say, and simple to say, but the one who votes at the end, gets more say."
The pale centaur covered his forehead speechlessly. Secretly stopping his lover's speech, his left hand pulled out a slender copper wire from his waist and, using [Telecommunication], quietly connected it to Toria's ear, uttering hidden words that only the two could hear.
Although, he was incredibly tired of this political bargaining, but, purely in terms of experience, the people here are younger brothers compared to himself.
"It's too little, a hundred lockets and I'll give you my vote."
Toria frowned, her eyes coldly looked at the seat of the Blood Fury clan, she just wanted to refuse the other party's insolent request, the pale centaur and manipulate a breeze, wrapped in seductive words, quietly floating to the wind howling clan, that crazy chief's soft ears.
"If you agree to vote for Christina, I'll give you twenty pairs of lockets."
Twice the bribe!
Meade came to the fore and without hesitation threw the ticket at Christina.
"I also vote for Chief Christina of the Blood Rage Clan." Chief An Ran of Tasmal, even before receiving Peinhus, the highly concealed message, gloated.
Just gold crawler chief pitted her, careful female chief, naturally also want to pit back.
Abhos was a little hesitant about standing in line and simply abstained from the matter. And the poison bite chief's own guard, who just wanted to vote for Toria for the sake of ten pairs of lockets the moment, also received a double temptation from the pale centaur.
Three to three! Eight votes, one abstention, now only Christine has not yet voted, almost as if she controls the final decision of the Parliament!
"How about it, do you still think a hundred pieces of lockets are expensive now?"
Toria looked at the scene in horror, she had gone through a lot of trouble and burned countless money to barely exchange for the allegiance of two clans. But that pale male horse, actually turned around and pulled in three votes?!
"Think about it, if you don't get this commander-in-chief status, my chief, will lead you all to a beautiful victory in the human city! So, how much of an obstacle will this be to your future unification of the Centauri clans? Toriya? In fact, we do not have the idea of fighting for power, we just want to get a little advantage."
Understand that these behind-the-scenes manipulation, not to see the light of the golden crawler chief, gritted his teeth and looked at the pale centaur, slowly stretched out five vines entwined with slender fingers.
"Fifty? Less pretending to be poor, the slaves of the Golden Crawler Clan can all have a golden bell adorning their chains, so how can they not have any stock. Ninety pairs, can't go any lower."
"Cut." Toria, who had been pushed to the brink, had no choice but to agree to Painehurst's blackmail extortion. Helplessly, she nodded her head.
"Is it worth it, deducting the forty pairs of lockets you promised to the other two clans, we are equivalent to exchanging a top commander position for a mere fifty pairs of armor?" Christina spoke with some fondness. She also had some longing for that position.
"It's just the temporary commander of this war, nothing to fight about," the pale centaur whispered softly in his lover's ear.
"This title is hot, ah, our clan population has not been recovered from the war, the strength in the council, I'm afraid located in the lower middle level, or even lower. First of all, not to mention the Golden Crawler clan, a huge behemoth, the other several chiefs are also pricks. It's too difficult to try to command and coordinate them, and for now the priority is to restore the clan's strength."
"All right, listen to you." The rouge blazing horse thought about it and felt some sense. "I vote for Chief Toria of the Golden Crawler Clan."
Chapter 99: The Battle of Diodosia (I)
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A few days later, a huge army of tens of thousands of people assembled at the foot of the Tie Feng Fort. At one time, lances were like forests and flags covered the sky. When the army moved, the dense sound of horses' hooves, like countless terrifying thunder, resonated back and forth among the mountains. A head of towering hill giants, but also take a terrifying step that makes the earth tremble!
The divinely chosen descendants looked at the spectacle in front of them with satisfaction. Full of confidence in the victory of the war. Under the guidance of the Blood Fury clan, this terrifying army of centaurs. Vastly crossing the old home of the hill giants, a grassland that was warmer and richer than the back of the peninsula was then reflected inside the pupils of the warriors. The beautiful thing is that inside the sea of blue grass, flickering with the dark shadow of wolves, the sound of the raging tide, mixed with the roar of beasts.
Such a conspicuous army has long fallen into the eyes of the Gothic scouts. The general in command of the Deodosian werewolves was Horus' earliest sibling and one of the werewolf patriarchs: Gavel Loken. Faced with the number of half-humans and half-horses, this strong-willed and powerful werewolf decided to stand firm and hold firmly inside the city, slowly slowing down the besieging centaur army.
But. The military forces of the Gothic Kingdom have been reorganized. After the bestial plague, farmers and herdsmen, who made up the vast majority of his army. These people would rather die than give up the fertile and anointed fields and pastures outside the city. Much less willing to stand on the wall and watch their landed possessions burned to ashes by monsters.
If placed in the past, Gavil only need to send troops to drive these unruly people back, or even indulge them to die for nothing on the good. But today ------ these people occupy seventy percent of his army! Even higher! When the two sides argued and quarreled into the evening, most of the wolves even gathered together, trying to use a bloody mutiny, so that a local elder full of wisdom, to replace the wolf commander parachuted in from Horus.
Gavel looked up to the sky and sighed. He only brought a thousand elite soldiers, the others were all local farmers and citizens who had just been transformed ------ No way, the werewolf general, had to bring a whole 20,000 heads of terrifying werewolves with eyes flashing with sparks of tyranny, and poured out his nest. In the interior of a turquoise sea of grass, he faced Toria's army of centaurs.
"Relax, relax, we have twice the number of centaurs. In giant wolf form, the running speed may not lose to these cavalry-like monsters." Gavir secretly gave himself a pep talk and slowly stepped on top of that atmospheric battlefield. He understood that he did not need to rely on speeches to cheer up his men. These newcomers who had not yet gotten rid of their bestial rage were all in a state of blood thirst on the verge of madness!
At the forefront of the entire army were three thousand werewolf light infantry. They grasped a wooden shield in their left paw. In their right hands, they were holding stone throwing ropes or sharp javelins or flying axes. They were ready to deal a head-on blow to all the enemies who came at them. In front of them, there was a long line of stakes to resist the destructive and destructive charge of the cavalry.
Behind these light infantry were 10,000 ordinary werewolves armed with plank doorways, spears, and even sharpened wooden poles. The weaponry that the Gothic Kingdom had accumulated could not keep up with the soldiers' skyrocketing numbers. The spare weapons on their waists were even ordinary kitchen knives and wood axes.
And standing at the end of the line were two thousand skilled archers or local hunters. Armed with simple bows and arrows of far inferior poundage and material to those of the centaurs. But it is also one of the few long-range support forces in the Gothic Kingdom.
As for the two flanks of the army, there were four thousand malleable people carefully selected by Gavel. They mastered the power of werewolves far faster than the rest of their compatriots. Therefore, they were given more training and pay, better weapons and equipment. They were clad in leather armor, with iron helmets, carrying battle axes and javelins, changing into giant wolves and acting as cavalry.
The last thousand men were the very foundation of Gavriel's rule: a thousand heavily armored infantrymen in lockets! They were originally the most brave and warlike dueling warriors under Vesilius, wielding two-handed giant axes and standing faithfully to the left and right of their commander. Now that they were transformed into werewolves, they looked even more formidable and fierce!
"Yoo-hoo! These sons of bitches have actually left the fortified city walls and come trembling here to greet their master!" Looking at the army of werewolves standing at attention, Toria pulled out a shimmering golden ram's horn, amplifying and spreading her proud voice to everyone's ears. The confident and witty words made all the centaurs laugh!
"All right, brothers and sisters, release the arrows!"
"Alan, Nure the Chosen Descendants of God!" The centaurs of the Golden Crawler Clan wildly shouted and drew the bow strings in their hands. With a deafening sound like a thunderous string vibration, eleven thousand centaurs roared and shot out sharp arrow clusters that were sharp enough to cover the sky! Countless black arrows howled, whistled and danced in the air, densely sticking to the bodies of the wolves, accompanied by painful wails and angry roars, blossoming into a shocking wave of blood!
The giant composite longbows in the hands of the centaurs, if you don't consider the accuracy, the range is two to three times that of the Gothic hunting bows, moreover, those javelins, stone throwing, are far beyond the distance! The werewolf light infantry, bathed in a rain of arrows, suddenly became a mess!
The Goths knew very little about nomadism. Their own cavalry knowledge, only limited to the speed of the horse to break the enemy's formation, at best, and then throw a javelin to end the matter. The orcs in the east and the goblin cavalry in the north also belonged to the first wave, roaring the name of the gods and charging forward. The Roman heavy cavalry, but also has been the main close combat. This led to Gavriel subconsciously thought that the people in front of him, is also a melee type of monsters, simply did not expect the opponent is actually long-range type of?
"Ferol! Have your men throw stones!"
Christina raised the battle axe in her hand high, and the hill giant's puppet king, immediately nodded to the blood rage chief with a flattering smile. However, when he turned his head to face the hill giants, he changed into a high and arrogant posture, shouting at his people. Seems to want in front of his fellow countrymen, to find their own lost to the "dignity" of the centaurs.
Ferol raised the stake with the seven giant heads strung on it, and forced them to join the fight with seven dead and frightened faces. The hill giants had to pull out a huge rock from their backs and throw it hard at the distant wolves with all their strength. Fifty round rocks whistled and cut a deadly arc in the air, just like meteors, viciously smashed in the center of the dense wolves!
There was nothing that could withstand the crushing of the boulder. Countless bones of the bestialized men were shattered into pieces by the terrifying force, and the strong muscles were crushed into pulp by the hard rocks. Scarlet and sticky blood spurted everywhere, instantly turning the battle column of werewolf light infantry into a hideous and gruesome bloody hell!
After death, these cursed, or "blessed" werewolves, reverted to human appearance, but this pile of bloody flesh and rotten flesh, change or not, the gap is not very big.
Chapter 100: The Battle of Diodosia (II)
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"ROAR!!!"
The werewolf light infantry, bathed in a rain of stones and arrows and in a tide of blood, roared with rage. parts, meandering and retreating in different directions.
The speed of the giant wolves and the centaurs was indistinguishable. For a time, the wolves could not catch up with the army of centaurs, and the nomads could not get rid of the barbarians' pursuit. However, the wolves with their four paws on the ground had no way to raise their shields and form a tight formation to resist the rain of horrible arrows that covered the sky from the enemy.
On the contrary, the centaurs, this elite army has completely acquired the Parthian archery, they can twist their flexible waist at will when moving, while meandering, retreating, while abandoning their aim, and instead will shoot at the highest speed, shooting waves after waves of sharp feathered vectors to the enemy like a sky full of locusts!
Countless sharp arrows landed on the heads of the wolves like a torrential rain. Some of the arrows fell short and nailed the shields on the werewolves' backs or the soft grass, but some of the sharp arrows dug into the werewolves' flesh and blood, granting them terrible wounds or eternal death.
Knowing that they could not control the eight unruly and powerful tribes, the Chosen Descendants simply let them fight on their own. Under the leadership of the leaders and chiefs of the tribes, the army of more than 11,000 people was scattered into hundreds of disorganized squads, meandering and encircling the bloodthirsty wolves who came to die.
If they chase to the north, then the squads in the other three directions will chase and shoot a deadly arrow, and if the wolves choose to spread out and chase the enemy in several directions at the same time ------
Seeing the enemy scattered, the sister noble chief of the Thunder Spear clan, immediately with a bull horn, blew a loud thunderous sound, scattered Thunder Spear soldiers, quickly assembled. These elite warriors clad in leather armor, holding broad shields and spears, like an impenetrable wall of flesh and blood, they did not shout the honorable name of the god of nature, nor roar the mighty name of their own chief, with a silence that was almost death. Lowering the tips of their spears, they responded from all sides of the cloud, while rushing towards a small group of scattered werewolf detachments!
"Pfft!!!"
The members of the Thunder Spear Clan can be said to be the tallest and most robust group among the centaurs. They are fat and strong, and with their equipment, each of them can reach a terrifying weight of 1.2 tons. In addition to the horrible potential energy attached to the charge, and the impermeable neat formation, but also the enemy can not hide, can not avoid!
With a single charge, the Thunder Spear Clan was like destroying and destroying, directly destroying the scattered werewolves. The sharp spear points shredded the enemy's internal bones, the strong bodies crashed the werewolves' flesh and blood bodies, and the hard hooves trampled the monster's limbs and bones!
By the time they finished their charge and raised their spears again, the broken corpses of one or two werewolves were hanging from the top of the spears of each Thunder Spear centaur, like hideous, bloody primitive banners that hunted along with the sound of their advancing hooves! At the same time, a shocking bloody arc was waved to the rear.
"Damn it! No scattering! Gather! Gather!"
The wolves had no choice but to turn their heads and regroup, but, after seeing the enemy retreat, the half-man, half-horse that originally fled, used a turning technique that the most skillful riders could never master: while their four hooves stomped hard on the grass, they twisted their huge bodies, spun in mid-air, jumped, closed their eyes, and the whole person instantly spun one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and when they landed, they were already facing the wolves The retreating back! The centaurs roared Skerritt's divine name, bent their bows and arrows, and re-killed the bestialized humans!
The blood fury centaurs, led by Peinhers, simply with the kinetic energy of running, rotating the waist, arms, wrists, the muscle power to the fullest, they have long learned from the acting chief, the most correct gun throwing posture, fierce throwing a powerful iron javelin.
The killing power of these things is not comparable to that of bows and arrows. Each heavy javelin, which is one meter and a half long and the thickness of a child's arm, is like a roaring train, easily tearing and penetrating the flesh and bones of the wolves, and with tremendous force, carrying them forward and nailing them hard on the blood-soaked grassland.
The thunderous booming sound of the bowstring vibrating, the piercing whistling sound of the arrows cutting through the sky, and the dense drumming of the horses' hooves trampling through the grassland ------ were all mixed together, almost shattering their tender eardrums! As they watched the enemy regroup, the hill giants once again threw out a huge stone bomb, causing the dark shadow that covered the sky to envelop the heads of the wolves once again ------
The battle had only just begun, and Gavel felt a deep despair. He himself knew nothing about the centaurs, but the Golden Crawler clan had already told all of his compatriots about the werewolves, intact. They knew the strengths and advantages of the werewolves like the back of their hand.
"Central forces charge! Cover our compatriots! Stand by on both flanks to detour and await my instructions! Long live Horus!!!"
Gavriel had no choice but to use numbers to make up for his side's disadvantage. The 12,000 bloodthirsty wolves, like a flood, howled a hideous wolf howl full of animalism, compressing the movement space of the centaurs step by step, while the left and right flanks, a total of 5,000 excellent soldiers clad in leather armor, and their own hands, the 1,000 dueling warriors disguised as wolves, were in the rear, studying the tactics of the centaurs, quietly waiting for the right moment.
"Chief Toriya!"
Suddenly, an eagle hovering in the sky, contracted backwards a pair of huge black wings, like a meteor, fell on the grasslands, all over the body swelled, changed into a tall man with gray skin. Numerous strands of green hair braids, along the curve of his head backward, tied behind his head into a simple ponytail.
"Say." Toriya replied succinctly.
"My druids, the enemy leader has been spotted, he is behind the central werewolf army, surrounded by about a thousand heavily armored werewolves clad in lockets and wielding huge two-handed axes."
"Very well." The corner of Toria's mouth raised a cold smile. She just wanted to use the golden horn and roar out her orders directly, but was afraid that the enemy would understand the Wooden language and make advance preparations. The God-chosen descendant bowed her head in thought and finally decided to send her cronies to use a more primitive method of running errands to convey her will.
"You two, go inform the chiefs of Wind Howl and Grey Mane Clan that they should both go around from the west, and the Shields of Grey Mane Clan to stall the wolves on the enemy's left flank so that Wind Howl's gang of half-elemental warlocks can deliver a precision blast to the enemy's heart."
"As ordered."