Chapter 101: The Battle of Diodosia (III)
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The druids of the Dead Bone Clan, with their wings raised, turned into fierce falcons, perched under the azure sky vault, observing the changing situation on the battlefield. The warriors of Golden Crawler, Blood Fury, Thunder Spear, Poison Bite, and Tasmar, on the other hand, ran on top of the grasslands, holding back tens of thousands of bloodthirsty wolves with Parthian Archery. For a time, the mournful and terrifying, hair-raising breaking sound like a banshee's howl covered the entire battlefield, and tens of thousands of werewolves were bathed in the shadow of the arrows that covered the sky, trembling and waiting for death and pain to come.
At the same time, nearly a third of the men left the central battlefield, their banners painted with the dark gray Terror Falcon and the lavender Lightning Storm. Gorian's Grey Mane Clan, and Maed's Wind Howler Clan, like a terrifying storm, surrounded the edge of the battlefield and swept to the south.
"There are nearly 2,500 people on the other side! Won't you guys take huge casualties if you stop them in close?" The heartless Chief Wind Howler, for once, was worried about others. Snow green long flowing hair, behind Maide waved with the wind, like a beautiful lavender auspicious cloud.
"It's fine, when our Grey Mane clan helped the Romans in the war, we embezzled a lot of weapons and equipment, and when we left from Asia Minor, we also extorted those humans by the way." Chief Gorel blossomed into a confident smile. Only, along with the writhing of facial muscles, an ugly scar running through her nasal bone, extending from her left ear to her right ear, also twitched gently, looking unusually appalling and gruesome.
Chief Wind Howler carefully surveyed the equipment of his opponent. Gray mane and thunder spear centaur equipment is somewhat similar, are spear outside plus shield. However, these shields are not made of centaurs at first glance. From the horse's hooves to the neck of the large oval shield, painted with the bright Roman "XP" symbol. All of them were clad in tough leather armor. More than 500 warriors near the chief were even equipped with Roman-style short-sleeved lockets. The long-range weapons behind some of the men were not the traditional composite longbows either. Instead, they were rather subtle-looking crossbow heavy crossbows.
If Thunder Spears are indestructible spears. Their shocking cluster charge can destroy all the enemies in their way. Then, the Gray Mane is the indestructible shield. They even learned the Roman heavy infantry battle array in the middle of their long mercenary career.
A large iron-plated oval shield overlapping each other, forming an impermeable wall, the gray maned horse's throat to the hoof, the protection of the solid. And between the shields and shields, the "V" overlap, there is a long, sharp steel spear.
At the command of Chief Gorel, the gray-maned centaurs, flanked by the front and centered at the back, formed a pocket shape, stepping slowly but neatly, whistled and killed the wolves on the left flank of the Goths, who, not to be outdone, straightened up and, amidst the cracking sound of bones, transformed into werewolf form, wielding their giant axes and shields, and slammed head-on into Gorel's shield wall!
At this moment, the eight hundred wind howlers standing at the end of the line immediately broke away from the formation, and under the leadership of Maide, like a gale, howled and killed Gavriel's heavily armored foot soldiers. The left wing wolves saw the situation and tried to turn around to support them, but they had already fallen headlong into Gorel's trap, and the soldiers on both wings instantly closed in, turning into a huge circle, trapping the wolves in the formation. They couldn't move!
"Prepare to meet the battle!" The great general under Horus' command drew the long sword at his waist and led the bloodthirsty werewolves wielding huge two-handed axes to meet Maed's Wind Howling Clan head-on. But suddenly a terrifying gale blew in their faces, stifling their charge and preventing the wolves from moving half a step forward!
The violent airflow that came in front of them was like substantial surging waves, and the creatures who faced such air pressure directly could not inhale the air into their lungs, no matter how hard they tried. There was no other way, countless wolves either bent their waist or turned around, breathing in fresh air with a big gulp, and the neat formation instantly became disorganized.
More than seventy centaur warlocks with wind elemental bloodline, six limbs instantly turned into an illusory gale, following the raging storm, instantly detoured and encircled to the sides and rear of Torvill Loken. These low-ranking warlocks raised their hands towards the sky, thundering between their eyes, chanting words under their breath, transforming arcane power into a frenzied storm that blew at these elite dueling wolves from all sides, restricting their movements.
The tyrannical wind, lifting a piece of tender grass, mixed with large puddles of dirty mud points, viciously smashed on top of the bodies of the dueling warriors, instantly put their carefully groomed armor and hair, dirty and messy.
More than seven hundred marauders, also bent their bows and arrows, with the power of the storm, shot sharp arrow clusters that covered the sky. Although the opponent was well-equipped, most of the arrows could only rub a scarlet spark on the iron armor, however, with the passage of time, more and more arrows hit the werewolf's body, and there were always some unlucky people whose flesh and blood were not covered by the armor, and were drilled by the Wind Howler clan's sharp arrows, making a shockingly bloody hole.
"Wind-making spells last for a limited time! Brothers and sisters! Fight quickly!"
Maide and the twelve elite warlocks behind her, have pulled out the cut furs from the package, and crystal clear turpentine amber. Under the guidance of a series of arcane and complex incantations, these enchanting materials gradually fused together, twisted, distorted and transformed into a magnificent purple current, accompanied by the sound of thunder, wrapped around these elite warlocks, the shoulder-length deerskin gloves.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Thirteen bucket-thick beams of lightning, emitting a bright purple blinding light, instantly exploded in front of the dueling warriors! This three-ring arcane spell was like a tree of thunder with flourishing branches and leaves. The bucket-thick thunder beam, the moment it hit the target, dispersed into countless tiny purple currents, accompanied by deafening thunder sounds, instantly spreading to the other werewolves' bodies. Along their moisture-filled flesh and blood, with their iron-cast armor, they danced, pulsated, flickered, and spread wider and wider!
By the end of the day, the arcane spell was more like a plague of thunder, spreading over the bodies of all the dueling warriors!!! Terrifying currents paralyzed the flesh and blood of the werewolves, leaving shocking thunder marks on their carbonized skin, deadly heat, melting the iron lockets and even igniting their fluffy fur! Some people's hearts were affected by the current waves and fell straight to the ground, never getting up again.
In the blink of an eye, the entire army of werewolves, all under the ravages of electric currents let out a painful wail, the invulnerable iron cast lock armor on their bodies, but at this moment, they have become the devil that prompts death, making the bright purple terrifying electric currents, flow back and forth more and more recklessly! The wolves had the intention to spread out and dodge the lightning strikes, but the eighty or so low-ranking warlocks, circling around them, endlessly using [Wind Creation], making the terrifying storm, oppressing them to within an inch of their lives!
"See that werewolf with a tuft of green hair adorning his helmet and a green cloak on his back? That should be their commander!" Chief Wind Howler finally found the enemy leader in the chaotic army. "Aim another round at that guy!"
"Damn it! Which one is the commander of the centaurs!" Gavel Loken was fried with electricity under the raging lightning beam. He half-kneeled on the ground and endured the intense pain of his injuries, desperately searching for the enemy's chief. With his furry left paw, he squeezed a scroll to death, looking for a chance to flip.
However, the wind howl clan is not like the golden crawler, blood fury chiefs like show, they still retain the ancient tradition of the centaurs: the chiefs in battle dressed exactly like soldiers, no one knows damn these hundreds of people, in the end which is the supreme commander!
Chapter 102: The Battle of Diodosia (IV)
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Just as the wind howling centaurs, using arcane magic and bows and arrows, bombarded the werewolf leader, the other Gothic barbarians also discovered the fact that their rear was encircled. More than 10,000 werewolves in the central battle line, under the harassment of 6,000 centaurs and retreat, leaving behind countless bloodied corpses, desperately will back to the rear.
Two thousand werewolf archers, frantically pulling the flexible bow strings, shot a majestic rain of arrows that covered the sky against the enemy, and in the creepy sound of breaking air, countless flesh and blood of warlocks and marauders who were caught unawares were drilled by the arrows with a bloody and horrible hole!
A few of the unlucky ones were directly hit in the head by the arrows. The skull was shot out of one or two huge cracks, crimson blood and yellow brains, sprayed everywhere along the gap, four hooves a soft, fell heavily on the battlefield, never to get up.
At the same time, the bloodthirsty wolves stationed on the right flank, accompanied by a burst of low, horrible wolf howls, came racing from the east!
"Go! Retreat first!" Chief Wind Howler blasted out a tyrannical whirlwind with her hand, disrupting the flight trajectory of dozens of arrows. Faced with a sea of reinforcements, she had no choice but to give the retreat command, leading her men to scatter southward and flee in all directions.
Under the crazy attack of centaur bows and magic, Gavel Loken, who managed not to die, had to order the werewolf soldiers who had converged together. Form a huge hollow circle formation. The outer ring soldiers raised their shields high to form a defensive shield wall, and thousands of spears, with their ends against the ground, turned into a dense jungle of steel, defending against the centaur's surprise attack.
The inner ring of soldiers, with bows and arrows, javelins and flying axes in tight formation, under the protection of the outer ring, shot flying props flying in the sky against those half-humans and half-horses.
And the centaurs, surrounding the wolves in three layers, surrounded by a flood of arrows, wrapping their endless anger and killing intent around the arrows in their hands, either throwing or shooting round after round of terrifying arrows that covered the sky at the wolves trapped in the center!
The whistling of arrows, the clash of steel, the howling of centaurs, the battle cry of wolves, and the final cries of the wounded that are miserable and desperate ------ countless noisy and boisterous sounds of war mingled together in the interior of the battlefield, which was shrouded by the shadows of arrows, and turned into a bloody chorus representing killing and death.
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The carrying capacity of the wolves is limited, and in a short time, the bows and arrows and javelins on them were consumed. On the contrary, the huge size of the centaurs gave them an extremely exaggerated carrying capacity. Each person is carrying three or four bone stick bag of arrows, from the moment the war began, their terrifying string shock sound, did not slacken, stop for a second.
The only good news was that the hill giants had run out of stone bombs, and Toria tried to drive the giants to kill the tens of thousands of werewolf hordes, but was strongly opposed by Christina - the Blood Fury clan had witnessed the bloody sight of the wolf tide overwhelming the giants.
"General! We've run out of arrows!" A werewolf, desperate, pulled out the last feathered arrow from his capsule, anticipating the path of the enemy's Mercedes, and hurled it at a strong man-horse clad in a black cloak - the sharp iron arrow, shot high into the sky by the drawn bowstring, and when its power was exhausted, the heavy cluster was aimed at the direction of the earth, cutting through the warm, humid air, slamming down hard!
While running, while shooting arrows Kulonia felt something wrong, the dense sound of breaking air in all directions, seemed to be mixed with a hint of an unsettling melody. Hidden in his black feather cloak under the ears, a slight twitch, then captured the head of the horrible whistle!
The head of the predator jerked his head up and spotted the sharp feathered arrow that fell from the sky, so he deftly twisted his body and easily dodged the werewolf's desperate strike. By the way, calculating and judging the trajectory of the bow and arrow, he threw a sharp arrow towards the sky, and soon, it caused a wail of pain within the werewolf formation.
Heh, simple geometry.
"Stay in formation! Raise your shields high! There aren't many arrows left, hold out a little longer! After getting into close combat, we still have a chance to win!" Torvill Loken raised his shield and shouted, three or four sharp arrows were precisely nailed on top of his iron-clad wooden shield, with a huge force. The werewolf's arm was numb!
This hollow circle formation with a layer of shields covering the surface did limit the power of the bow and arrow. However, the endless, sky-blinding sharp arrows almost turned their shields into hedgehogs, and the arms of the wolves holding up their shields became more and more sore and heavy, and each arrow, like a wooden stick, struck their flesh and blood through their shields and armor!
What's more, there were many gaps in this rudimentary shield wall of the barbarians, and every minute and every second, some unlucky person's flesh and blood body was penetrated by the sharp arrow clusters. Although the poisonous bite clan only sent a hundred marauders and their underage heirs to the battle. However, Lillian was very eager to make a splash and prove herself, and the clan's worth.
So, the Poison Bite Centaur contributed the poison recipe that had been handed down. In just a few days, thousands of highly poisonous arrows were soaked and distributed to the most outstanding archers of each clan. Soon, the wolves were shocked to find that they were dizzy, their limbs were weak, and their wounds were actually flowing with green pus?
"Hold on! They're running out of feather arrows!" Looking at the gradually thinning arrow rain, the werewolf general frantically motivated the gradually collapsing army. With a faint smile, Toria, a hundred or so golden crawlers and horses, deliberately signed thousands of tall and sturdy steppe war horses in front of the wolves, quickly stepped into the battlefield: these camel beasts, carrying mountains of sharp arrows on their backs! Quickly replenishing the soldiers' empty arrow sacs!
"Gather! Assemble! Stay in formation and move slowly towards Diodosia! Retreat slowly back inside the walls!"
Seeing this sight, Gavriel understood that it would be nothing more than a chronic death if the stalemate continued like this. He had to order his army to withdraw to the city. But ------ the soldiers under him were not the elite of Horus' 100 battles, but just a bunch of farmers who had just been transformed into werewolves, and it was already considered that he had trained well to form a circle!
The circular array that was still bathed under the pouring rain of arrows quickly twisted, deformed, and even broke apart under the general's command. More and more fatigued and injured werewolves let out miserable wails under the rain of arrows, and Chief Golden Crawler seized this opportunity, and the sound of the horn representing the charge suddenly resounded through the clouds!
The wolves were horrified to find that the centaur archers quickly scattered to the sides to make way for one open space after another, and a large army of heavy armor bearing different totems and banners, all protected by leather and locked armor and wielding sharp spears, was reflected inside their own pupils!
Except for individual clans, the most powerful and elite heavy-armoured warriors of the centaurs, who had been absent from the battle, were in the rear, resting their strength and waiting for the right moment. At this moment, the energetic warriors, wildly shouting the names of the chiefs or gods, took a terrifying and terrifying pace, and killed the most chaotic and weak part of the werewolf army with devastating force and precision, from all sides!!!
Chapter 103: The Battle of Diodosia (V)
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A long and sharp iron gray spear, tearing and penetrating the shield and flesh of the wolves. A strong ** clad in iron armor crushed the bones and internal organs of the barbarians. Countless horses' hooves trampled the broken corpses that fell to the ground into a puddle of unrecognizable and sticky flesh. In just one charge, the heavy-armored warriors of the clans killed thousands of bloodthirsty and brutal horrible wolves!
At the same time, the nearby werewolves, accompanied by the sound of angry wolf howls, tried to use their numbers and completely drown out these small elite groups. The heavily armored centaurs had no desire to fight and scattered without hesitation, scrambling to retreat to the rear.
The wolves, furious to the extreme, had the intention to chase after them, but the whole piece of turquoise grass on the ground, under the manipulation of the eagle in the sky, suddenly came to life, twisting its increasingly flexible and huge body, turning into a wildly dancing green python, following the sharp claws of the wolves, winding around their sturdy hairy bodies, hindering the pace of the barbarians' pursuit, allowing the bloodied and heavily armored soldiers to quickly withdraw from the battlefield They regrouped into a neat conical array in the distance, once again shouting Skerritt's divine name, and charged viciously into the chaos of the wolves!
"Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo."
Peinhus adjusted his somewhat disturbed breathing. Although he was not wearing lockets, but, his body was protected by an invisible arcane barrier, and therefore, instead of the chief, commanded the blood rage clan, to participate in this extremely dangerous charging action.
Around him, gathered a whole hundred heavy armor fearless clad in lock armor, wielding spears and huge axes - rouge blazing horse will barbarian profession, with blood rage learning way, open to everyone in blood rage clan, since it is impossible to restore the population in a short period of time, then, let's improve the remaining clan's elite level first.
"Woo-"
Just as the blood-soaked crowd finished their seventh charge and stopped to recuperate in the rear, a high-pitched, melodious horn sounded for the eighth time from afar! The Golden Crawler Clan's charge horn sounded again!
"Still coming? Is the Chosen Descent a military idiot? You let her charge herself eight times in a row and see! Soldiers are already tired and need to rest!" The pale centaur frowned in dissatisfaction at the Golden Crawler clan behind him, the guy who wrote the messenger and read overseer.
Wisps of shocking scarlet blood, along the perimeter of his godly handsome body, an invisible transparent barrier, slowly dripping downward, around the horse's hooves, forming a huge blood-colored lake. Beyond the pale, fit six limbs, there were dense fragments of internal organs hanging out of thin air. Accompanied by the acting chief, moving their bodies together. That hellish and frightening scene, scared the golden crawlers backed up a hoof.
It seems that the invisible [Mage Armor], also has an anti-fouling function.
"Great ------ everyone is fighting bravely, is that all the Blood Fury Clan can do?" The tall centaur covered in gold glitter sneered back. Standing on the moral high ground, he blurted out his words.
Peinhers gave him a deep look, casually grabbed the water bladder, put the mouth of the animal skin bag, penetrated the invisible armor, and splashed all the sweet and cold spring water contained in the bag on top of his head, lowering the temperature of his body surface. Grabbing the brand new spear sent by the logistics, he rushed towards the chaotic wolves for the eighth time!
What they didn't know was that in the northwest of this huge battlefield, the assault team of the Golden Crawler Clan, as early as after the fifth charge, stopped to rest and wait for orders.
As for the three increasingly urgent trumpet sounds that followed? Toriya just wants to achieve victory while weakening the power of other clans, for the future unification and integration, early preparation.
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Pinehurst looked to his left, usually sleeping on his left shoulder Magnus, long gone, in the previous several charges, that guy trembling legs, the usual folded, contracted in the back of the scarlet flesh wings, opened to the maximum, a bad situation, a direct flight away from the stance.
No way, after charging the formation, the endless werewolves, like a tidal wave from all sides of the horrific scene, is too appalling. Now, this guy is even directly disappeared without a trace.
The pale centaur shook his head speechlessly and led his soldiers to charge while shooting a rain of terrifying arrows that covered the sky, weakening the enemy's formation and wounding the werewolves**. Waiting for the two to get close enough, the ironclad fearless withdrew the composite longbows in their hands, drew the spears straddling their sides, and charged, trampled, and flooded through the chaotic battle line of the werewolves like an unstoppable natural disaster!
"Pfft!!!"
Pinehurst felt a stagnation in his hands, a fresh **, by the hands of sharp spears, mercilessly through, dripping blood, as if a flood, spurting everywhere, so that his own eyes, only a shocking scarlet face.
The pale centaur hurriedly threw away the sharp spear that might have pierced two or three werewolves, and with his left hand, he wiped the invisible force field that looked like a windshield, while with his right hand, he drew his two-handed giant axe at his side. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the actual wolves that are coming after you, while leading your men, and quickly break away from the enemy's fragmented hollow circle formation.
The wolves were intent on pursuing, but were harassed and interrupted by the eagles circling in the sky, and the grazing grasses dancing about on the ground. Kulonia also came to support with marauders, and slave light cavalry. Shooting a ** hideous arrows that covered the sky.
Those wives and children, the Goth slaves who were held in the Blood Rage camp, looked at these once fellow countrymen in front of them, but now, they had turned into crazy, bloodthirsty, hideous wolves, and for a time, their faces did not know what expression to show before them.
If he hadn't been captured by the centaurs, would he have become such a frightening beast? Is this a blessing in disguise? The light cavalryman's brain was a bit overwhelmed for a while.
Under the repeated blows, the werewolves were heavily killed and wounded, if it was an ordinary army, their morale would have collapsed directly, but these werewolves, who had just been transformed, were different. Looking at the bloodshed and corpses all around them, the only reason left in their heads completely collapsed and disintegrated. The whole people succumbed to the savage bloodthirsty killing **, and one by one, they left Gavel's orders behind, rushed out of the round formation and killed the nearest people!
Those crazy wolves whose hearts were completely consumed by killing**, at the end of their lives, could only hear their unyielding bloodthirsty roar, covered by the endless shrill sound of the feathered arrows. The eyes, blinded by blood and anger, could only see the dense sharp arrow clusters, becoming bigger and bigger in their pupils ------
"Ahem! Cough! Cough!!!"
Gavriel Locke supported his own body with a thousand holes and barely managed to get up from the ground. He was hit by dozens of arrows, several vicious and poisonous conical arrows, through the hollow ring of the locking armor, deep into his torso. His left paw was almost charred by the terrifying electric current. A strand of crimson blood, along with his long wolf's kiss, slowly dripped down on the grass where he was thirsty for blood.
The werewolf general rubbed his eyes incredulously and looked around in shock, they were defeated. The wolves who had lost their minds were like a wretched dog in the water, being kited to death by the centaurs that came and went like the wind. The scarlet and hideous hot blood flowed along these corpse mountains and gathered in the lowlands to form a crimson hulk.
And more than half of the dueling warriors around him were also killed or wounded. Just as Gavel, with the wolves who still had their senses, tried to retreat back to Diodosia, the Wind Howler clan, which had scattered and retreated to the south, rallied once more, blocking their only way back.
Chapter 104: The Battle of Diodosia (VI)
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The breathless storm of terror once again stopped Gavel's pace, bright purple tyrannical currents, shuttling back and forth within the army, flashing, leaving behind only a large number of melted armor and weapons, scorched flesh and blood, and a gruesome wail of pain!
In front of them was an insurmountable gale, behind them, the sound of horses' hooves grew louder and louder. In desperation, a small group of heavily armed centaurs, even with golden horses' hooves banners, took the lead in killing the remnants of the wolves.
Toria secretly manipulated the course of the war, she deliberately sent other clans to dangerous places, leaving the safest and most comfortable battlefield to her own Golden Crawler clan, and at the time of the enemy's collapse, she even abused her power to transfer the adjacent Tasmar chief, and seized the time to bring her proudly equipped troops to kill Torvill's dueling warriors! Take the head of the enemy general with her own hands!
The werewolf general looked intently to the north. In the midst of a group of armored centaurs draped in lockets and chanting the language of the woods, there was a mare that stood out.
She was covered with solid wooden armor painted gold, revealing only four pitch-black horseshoes and a pair of silver pupils that one dare not look at. Numerous soft and tiny green vines, like lockets, in the inner layer of the golden wooden armor, woven into a dense, fine cyan net. As if soft and hard lockets armor, covering the joint parts that can not be covered by the wood pieces. Two long and lush branches, but also on both sides of her head extended, accompanied by countless green vines climbing on it, into two magnificent and brilliant golden antlers.
This time, Torvill easily identified the leader of the centaurs, and he quickly opened the scroll, the arcane words written on the surface, which seemed to be written by some tiny iron-gray particles. They slowly flickered with an eerie green luminescence, scrambled off the paper, danced, hovered, coalesced into a hideous and gruesome wolf's claw, and raised their middle finger, shooting a deadly green beam at the Chosen One!
"Iron gray particles, green glow, hell! Six-ring dissociation spell! These sons of bitches are in possession of such a deadly spell scroll?!" Toria's eyes widened. With the rich knowledge left behind by the clan, and her own diligent study and memory, she instantly figured out the enemy's spell type.
The strongest fear often comes from the unknown, and since it can understand what kind of spell it is, it is nothing to be afraid of.
Chief Golden Crawler gracefully raised his left hand, and along with a vibrant light green glow, a soaring eagle, instantly flew out of the spell in his palm, blocking himself from the green ray. The poor natural ally, before he could figure out what was happening, his body was hit by the eerie and ghastly glowing green rays. Feathers, flesh and blood, internal organs, bones, almost instantly turned into tiny dust, floating away with the wind.
Although the dissociation technique is strong, once, it can only hit one target.
"That one with that scroll, is that the enemy leader? I'll take his head for sure!" The Divine Chosen Descent confidently drew his golden staff, and the two azure gems on the eagle's head glowed brightly! A pillar of incredibly huge blazing fire descended from the sky! The huge pillar of flames was made of a conspicuous crimson color and a sacred gold color, two different flames entwined, burning, like the merciless punishment of the gods, whistled and blasted at the top of Gavriel's head! The two colors of gold and red flames quickly drowned his whole body!
Super Magic Casting - Spell Power - Spell Extreme Effect - Flamestrike.
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The golden sunrise, once again, sprinkled golden sunlight over the bloody battlefield. After a full day and night of fighting, the centaurs slaughtered all the werewolves who had fought to the end in blood, and with a morbid frenzy, walked cheerfully into the city of Diodosia.
As for the garrison? There is no longer a garrison, and there are not even any civilians for these nomadic rapists to rape and pillage. The 20,000 or so people, almost all of the people of Diodosia - they died fighting to the end, to protect their homes, all died in battle outside the city.
The centaur put down his butcher's knife with slight disappointment. After the high intensity of the battle, there was actually nothing to allow themselves to relax and vent a good deal. Only to plunder the wealth of the city. Satisfy the emptiness inside. Some eyebrow-raising male and female centaurs, simply squeeze into the barbarian's room, and began to do some lovemaking, the other centaurs heard the sound of love applause, but also do not go, or dare not disturb the two kill on the head, is venting the pressure of fellow countrymen. Shrug and continue to plunder the property in another place.
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The Golden Crawler chief cut off Gavel's blackened head, which had been engulfed in flames, and hung it on the tip of a spear she had picked up, and led her most trusted armed guards around the city like a king touring his territory.
On top of the golden banner, there was the messenger sent by Horus - his upper and lower eyelids, glued to his face with sticky glue, forcing him to close his eyes and watch the whole war unfold!
"Put him down, it is one of the traditions of the Centaurs to treat messengers with preference." Toria arrogantly raised her delicate white chin and looked disdainfully at her feet, the werewolf messenger who had fallen from the flagpole and was sitting in a limp ball.
The endless anger in Eugene's eyes has mostly dissipated after a few days of torture. Today, after being glued to the eyelids by the centaurs, tied to the flagpole and forced to watch the bloody war ------ inside his bloodshot pupils, only deep fear remained.
God's chosen descendant tried to grab the other's collar, but, Eugene collapsed to the ground, to catch him, at least have to bend their own front hooves - left and right squires looked at each other, immediately understood the chief's idea, scrambled forward to kneel on the ground, set up the barbarian messenger's shoulders, the werewolf, raised to a position within reach of the golden crawler chief.
"Very well. Now, do you recognize our invincible power, and your lowly and pitiful status? Son of a bitch?" Tolya stretched out a finger with satisfaction, gently lifting the other party's chin, forcing Eugene to gaze at his own hideous silver pupils like a demon.
"The other day, you seemed to want to represent your king and say something to me? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you then, so could you please say it again now, please? A messenger of the Gothic Kingdom?"
"I ------ I ------" face to face with God's chosen descendant, that horrible pressure of Eugene, the spirit almost collapsed! Powerful as Gavriel, at this moment, only a charred head is left, impaled on top of the spear of the golden crawler chief!
"His Holly ------ Majesty Horus is willing to give your tribe all the water and grass rich pastures in the north! As long as your side is willing to sign a non-aggression pact, Iron Peak Fortress and Diodosia will also come under your rule!"
"Is that all? What else?" Toria gently waved the spear in her hand, and leaned Gavriel's twisted and hideous head slowly towards Eugene's pale face covered in cold sweat.
"Gold coins! As a price, we are willing to offer a large amount of gold coins!" Eugene was trembling and roared hysterically away.
"Very well, I'll allow it." Tolya took away the spear with satisfaction, and the corners of her delicate mouth under her helmet, blossomed into a satisfied smile,
"So, you humans in wolf's skin won't attack our Poison Bite clan anymore?" Lillian came to the negotiation scene at some point and foolishly came up next to Toria and said joyfully. "We were playing nicely with those scaly people, and these guys suddenly killed over, super annoying."
"Oh, cute little thing, you'll have to ask him," the unsmiling scion of God's choice was in a good mood after winning the war, handing his spear to the guard beside him, his arms wrapped around his chest, gently lifting the diminutive Lori so she could look straight at the werewolf, overwhelmed by fear, in front of her.
"Will you still attack the Poison Bite clan?"
"Poison bite? The centaur hired by the lizardmen?" The barbarian messenger, who did not seem to be so fragile as to have a mental breakdown, although he was covered in sweat and his body, which was held in the air by the centaur, was trembling, seemed to regain his normalcy after leaving the suppression of Toria's eyes and facing a budding creature like Lillian.
"As long as you are willing to end your alliance with the lizardmen, we are also willing to give way and let your family, return to this place safely."
PS: six chapters to finish this war, really was the color sins favored it.
Chapter 105: The Poetic Dead and Sacred Fire
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After three days and three nights of revelry in the empty city, the group began to transform the barbarian city, raising and widening all the door frames. The tables and chairs and wooden beds were split for firewood, and instead the hard floor was covered with several layers of thick sheepskin. The chosen descendants of God took the city and made it the center of the council.
Although the Iron Peak Fortress is easy to defend, it is a narrow fortress built on top of a mountain, and it is difficult to accommodate all the clansmen. The vicinity is rich in veins of ore, stone, but lacking in food sources.
The port city in front of us, however, is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of clansmen to rest and recuperate within its safe walls. Outside the city walls, the fertile pastureland interspersed between the sea and the mountains stretches out to the east and west, unseen at a glance, perfect for the daily life of nomads.
It didn't take long for the centaurs to lead the steeds laden with food. They brought a lot of food to the iron fortress in the middle of the mountains, and from the inside of the fortress, which was drenched in smoke all day long and the sound of ironworking was loud, they pulled out a brand new piece of weapons and armor and transported it back to the heart of the council by the sea. Piana also brought her poets of the dead. She arrived late as the ninth clan.
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Seeing that the big picture was settled. Toriya was eager to start the third plan to unify the clans. She initiated a second meeting, asking the chiefs to share the knowledge and skills handed down by the clan to the rest of the people, so as to strengthen the clan's sense of identity and cohesion. If you keep your mouth shut, you'll die alone with your skills, but if you're willing to share, you'll get twelve different pieces of knowledge!
The chiefs thought about it and unanimously passed her proposal. The Gold Crawlers clan offered their profound knowledge of magic, and their superior skills in smelting and forging gold. Toria even wanted to create a gold ring with their totem style inlaid for each of the seven chiefs present, but was stopped dead in their tracks by the most distinguished craftsmen under them.
Damn! Look at the strange totems of these clans! The Grey Falcon, the Blood Skull, whatever, but the totem of the Thunder Spear Clan is a furious thunder under a dark cloud! The thunder pillar is like an upside down tree in the sky, from top to bottom, more and more thin, more and more! One divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight ------ all the way to the bottom of the flag, becoming sixty-four tiny thunderbolts!
Carving such complicated things on a small ring? I won't take this job!
The Wind Howler clan thought about it and turned in a book about the Centaur Warlock bloodline awakening, and the experience of tapping the potential of the bloodline. Although apart from them, the other clans combined only one warlock. So, under the gaze of the crowd, Maide rolled his eyes and imparted some more scroll making methods.
The Sister Noble Chief of the Thunder Spear Clan was more forthcoming and without saying a word handed over several bags of the legendary magical drug that can "quickly build up the muscles of the whole body" as well as its manufacturing method.
Pinehurst grabbed the bag, gently poured a small pinch of white powder into the palm of his hand, carefully licked it, hurriedly stopped Christina who also wanted to taste it, shook his head firmly at her: this stuff is actually protein powder? No wonder the Thunder Spear clan generally a muscle sister expensive sturdy look.
Chief Tasmar, carrying two elven concubines, strutted to the front of the stage.
The Dead Bones and Poison Bite clans took the stage one after another. The former imparted some basic advanced knowledge of druids, the latter, gave more recipes for horrible poisons.
Mercenary-born Grey Mane clan, nothing special gadgets, handed over a set of Roman cannon fodder weaponry to the artisans to study and copy. Then, Gorel took out a detailed map drawn by the wild elves. It recorded the location of a large number of cities, villages in Asia Minor. As well as several straight paths through the Caucasus Mountains.
The ninth poet to come to Diodosia contributed to the bardic priesthood, which had almost disappeared within the Centauri. He also handpicked his compatriots and trained more strange spellcasters who created magic with musical instruments and singing voices.
However, the rest of their compatriots didn't seem to like them too much. This group of poet-dead is not so much a clan as a super-sized choir of six hundred bards, formed by. They were holding fancy instruments, under the baton of Piana's leader. Performed a scene wrapped in the horror of the magic of the magnificent music.
The entire staff of the poet-dead, regardless of gender, young or old, are dressed in extremely demonic and magnificent. Wearing bird plumes on their heads, seven-colored flower garlands around their necks, their delicate human skin is covered with intricate, dense tattoos. They beat the leather drums around their waists and plucked the flexible strings. In a mournful and melodious melody, flanked by the youthful and beautiful Chief Piana, came to the crowd.
This beautiful and beautiful mare, with a centurion helmet set with precious stones and broken diamonds. However, the red helmet tassel on that horizontal crown was plucked clean by her, and in its place, there were dense peacock tail feathers, imprinted with the breeze, gently swaying their thousands, absolutely beautiful and demonic pupil patterns.
The slender and moving body of the poet-dead leader was merely draped in a layer of ethereal tulle that shimmered with dull starlight. The almost transparent star gown exposed the owner's delicate skin, which was tattooed with bones and flourishing flowers, to the eyes of outsiders ** naked.
Some hot-headed males and horses, following her tattoo-covered shapely flesh, slowly looked upward - two delicate blue roses, well and truly blooming at the top of the hill tattooed with two dinner spines.
In the end, only the Blood Rage clan was left to share the cultural fruits yet. After a moment's thought, Christina decided to hide the Blood Rage, and instead handed over the blueprints for the manufacture of the Eastern Heavy Crossbow, with the Roman Heavy Throwing Gun, causing a gush of incredible astonishment among the artisan community.
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Time slowly moved backwards amidst a jubilant roar, and the tireless playing of the poet-dead. The Centaurs did not wait for the return of the Poison Bite Clan, nor for the ransom of the werewolves. The first to be delivered to the chosen descendants of God, instead, is a roll of brown sheepskin stamped with horses' hooves: under a series of powerful oppression of the Golden Crawler clan, the last four late coming Centaur clans feel like frogs in warm water, slowly cooked by the Golden Crawler chief. Finally eaten without even bones left.
So, this group of people simply under the leadership of the "Holy Fire Ka'an" to form a huge force of more than 10,000, captured the human fortress located in the northeast of Gredinian, and set up their own.
What angered Toria the most was that this Chief Khaan, who had annexed the three clans and was barely able to compete with himself, no, was now the King of Khaan, saying that the Golden Crawler Chief was merely the descendant of the last God's Chosen, and that he himself was the current God's Chosen of Skerritt! It is he himself who has the right to become the supreme king of the Centaurs! And, renaming the northern fortress as Yew of Skerritt, he did not hide his grand vision to unify the tribes.
At the end of the letter, the guy even "generous" to propose to marry himself, husband and wife to rule the world's ridiculous intentions, the God-chosen descendants of the hands and feet cold.
Damn! This pious king is a fucking man?
Toria, who was trembling gently in every inch of her body, coldly tore the pliable sheepskin, and after stomping on it with a few hooves, ordered left and right to grab the other messenger and throw him into the dungeon. A third meeting was quickly convened!