Chapter 106: The hard practice of the warlock
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The fully armed Pinehurst, standing quietly inside a closed room, hands clutching a three-meter-long wooden-handled iron spear, while observing the hideous monster at the other end of the room.
It was a cruel, cunning predator-like dinosaur. Elegant and exquisite streamlined body, covered by a layer of pitch-black feathers, the edge of the dark and dim plume, instead, was coated with a demonic and eye-catching face of blood.
The two-legged, horse-sized carnivore, short and slender front limbs, but the hind limbs are unusually large and stout, the two scythe-like feet and claws high, in the dim light of the fire, flashing a sharp cold light. All over the body, but also by an evil black fog entwined, emitting a suffocating stench.
A Purgatory Dreadnought that was summoned to the material universe.
The pale centaur carefully went through the lessons of the wind howler warlock, and then combined them with the warlock curriculum of the Roman legion. Understand that the best way to improve their rank is to fight endlessly, on the verge of death again and again, constantly breaking through the limits of the bloodline. Therefore, Henneville, who is proficient in summoning, practiced her summoning skills while pulling out a hideous monster to engage in a fierce battle with her students.
"Wait a moment." Just as the pale centaur, ready to step into the battlefield, an evil phantom of black and white intertwined, firmly stopped his advance, the Drow elves extended two black as ink slender arms, without a word from the warlock, the large and small weapons, stripped clean. Throwing spears, bows and arrows, huge axes and daggers were scattered all over the place.
Peinhus looked back in disbelief. Henneville was draped in a white fox coat that she had plundered from the Goths. The flawlessly white and warm fur, and her as dark and smooth as midnight soft skin, said the female warlock more slender and beautiful.
And that is like a waterfall, ankle-long silver emanations under the exotic and exquisite face, above a pair of delicate purple pupils, but emitting a little discontent.
"This time increase the difficulty: I do not allow you to use any weapons, during the battle." The Draconian elf shook his head helplessly.
"My dear student, you rely too much on your *** strength, hell! The last Purgatory Velociraptor, on its way to charge, was stabbed through the throat by you with a spear, with precision. The last monster, with a leg cut off by your axe, lay on the ground wailing and wailing, and the last child I summoned, couldn't even keep up with your running speed! Kited to death by you with a bow and arrow ------ Listen up, we're exercising spellcasting ability, not some damn Parthian archery!"
"Ah - that time was an accident, I was too nervous, I didn't know it, so I used my best tactics." Pinehurst scratched his head in embarrassment, praying to say. "Confiscation of weapons is too much, at least let me keep a spear ah. This Purgatory Predator is too ferocious, not in case of injury to bother the druid."
"No no no means no! You physical quality, even more ferocious and terrible than some forbidden soldiers, for ** over-reliance, will make you slowly lose the potential to cast spells! Remember how you stepped into the Hall of Arcana?" The Draconic elf gave the centaur a gentle push, signaling him that the battle was on.
"Rest well, before you hear your own neck, the sound of leather ripping, will first hear, I gave the boy a cease and desist order."
"Ugh ------ okay, teacher." The pale centaur shrugged his shoulders, pulled out a roll of tanned leather from the leather pouch that housed the spell casting materials, and mobilized the terrifying power that lay dormant in his blood - he could feel the power of arcane magic buried deep inside his body, surging through his six limbs along with every beat of his two hearts! The roll of leather, also under the dip of arcane, quickly rose into pure magical energy, with his own body as the center, open a protective force field can move.
"Come on, monster!"
Pinehurst, who had donned a layer of mage armor, barely gained some confidence. On his back shoulder, he summoned two ghostly tentacles with open claws, plus four hooves and hands, a total of eight limbs, while burning with a ghostly blue negative energy cold flame, roared and killed the Purgatory dinosaur in front of him!
"It turns out that you still have to use the meat fighting method!" Looking at the two huge monsters that were killing each other, Henneville covered her forehead speechlessly, feeling powerless to spit.
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"Painehurst? Honey, are you here?"
Just as the pale centaurs were just starting to fight, a lively, wonderful shouting sound suddenly came from outside the door. The Drow elves didn't need to turn around to recognize this was Christina's voice. The feud between the two, along with their own separation from the empire, to her allegiance, and announced the end.
"We're training for warlock abilities. What's going on? Lord Chief?" Henneville gently turned her head to look at the blood rage chief, above the beautiful face, without any emotional *** color. The slender silver hair fluttered with the wind, like a layer of light muslin. Behind him, there is a bloodthirsty roar that makes the blood veins freeze.
"Uh, nothing. The parliamentary side has another double meeting." Looking at the white phantom who fought with the raptor into a ball, Christina, also did not want to disturb the hard training of her lover, had to sigh helplessly. "Forget it, you guys keep busy, I'll find other people who have nothing to do, and accompany me to vote."
The Drow Elf nodded gently, then turned her head away and said no more. She had some autistic tendencies after being abandoned by her country, army, fellow countrymen, and even her magic pets.
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On the other hand, Chief Bloodrage ran happily back to the chief's tent, trying to drag her twin sister and accompany herself to that boring political meeting.
"But I refuse." Lying on the sheepskin blanket, the petite and lovely Christian, carefully adjusting the pitch, tightness of the strings of the lute. Without raising her head, she replied.
"Huh? Why."
"So far, no one has taught me the skills of the bard, and for the past few years, I have been alone in the sound, seeking ways to enhance my strength." Satisfied, Christian plucked the tuned strings and played a popular ditty that was popular in the Centaur society.
"But now it is different, the bards of the poetic dead, willing to share with me the infinite power that lies in music. We have an appointment in a moment, Lord Chief."
"Ah... well, I'll go alone." Christina sighed in depression, put on Chimera's golden leather armor, and walked lonely to the far side.
Looking at her sister's distant lonely back, Christian's heart, inexplicably welled up with a sense of revenge successful pleasure. Her twin sister and the only one who does not discriminate against his own deformity best friend, every day to put up with, cold to their own countless days and nights, today, is a small revenge.
Chapter 107: Drunken Elves
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The Purgatory Dreadnought opened a bloody mouth covered with sharp fangs, and from the inside of its throat, it let out a low roar of rage, and every feather on its body, along with that horrible rage, trembled gently. The sickle-shaped claws, coated with blood, slowly stepped forward, limping and cautiously circling around with Peinhers as the center. The almond-yellow pupils of the eyes shone with the light of biting hatred.
The pale centaur with bare hands and fists, also against this horrible evil beast, panting and rotating his godly handsome body. The air in front of his body, like glass, was covered with dense and horrible cracks. Dripping blood, along with the fresh scars on his arms, dripping, dripping, slowly dripping downward.
Just a fight, the two of them counted no difference, the centaur warlock, kicked the guy's left leg bone broken. Several muscles on its body, also in the destruction of negative energy, weakening, aging, becoming dry and wrinkled, large nest of dark feathers, more like autumn withered leaves, scattered on the ground.
And dinosaur that scythe-like slender claws, but also in their own arms above, scratching out several deep and bone horror scars, a little movement, will cause heartburn. The tendons of the left arm, also torn by the opponent's sharp claws, weakly hanging down the waist.
"If I had a short spear in my hand, along its throat, this black-smoking dinosaur, I would have been beaten back to Purgatory!" Peinhers held back the pain and watched the other guy's movements carefully: every feather on that guy's body blew up, dragging a broken bad leg and hobbling to launch a second attack!
"Phew!"
The pale centaur pulled out a small piece of milky white candle from its package and threw it viciously at the incoming predatory dinosaur, but it was easily dodged by the other side. The cunning monster, from the left side of the centaur's snapped tendons, launched a ferocious attack, and with a swivel of its head, bit down hard on Pinehurst's neck!
The invisible force field, already riddled with holes, shattered under the sharp fangs of the opponent, and the terrifying bite, but this moment of delay, but also for Pinehurst ushered in the moment of counterattack - his right hand wrapped around the dark green strange cloud, hit hard on the enemy's head, causing a crisp loud sound!
The raptor, whose skull was hit with a crack, wailed and retreated backwards, and the skin that came in contact with the dark green cloud, as if it were a piece of flesh exposed to the heat, rotted rapidly and gave off an unbearable stench.
And the scarlet wound on Pinehurst's arm, also after this heavy punch, once again crumbled open, broken blood vessels, under the effect of strong muscle pressure, sprayed out a hot wave of blood in all directions!
"It hit, Ghoul's Touch can temporarily paralyze this guy's flesh and blood and make him immobile." The pale centaur was just about to take a breather, but the Purgatory dinosaur, half of whose face had turned to rotten flesh, once again let out a chilling bloodthirsty roar!
"Any spell has a chance of failure! There is no room for you to slacken for a single second in battle!" Henneville held a huge cranial vessel and took a big gulp of ale from the bowl.
Pinehurst remembered this lesson. He was unable to resist, and could only watch as his opponent's fangs and claws came closer and closer to his fragile neck.
Twenty feet, ten feet, five feet!
The dinosaur opened its bloody mouth full of fangs, sticky and dirty saliva, dripping between its razor-like fangs, making them look even more hideous and horrifying, and a cruel bloodthirsty glow erupted from its only remaining almond-yellow right eye! But just as it was about to bite down on the centaur's neck, a tremendous force pulled him away from Painehurst! Hundreds of sharp teeth bite an empty space, a chilling loud sound in the air!
The Purgatory creature turned his head in confusion: a dirty devil, covered in slimy mud, stretched out two bubbling, writhing muddy hands and grabbed his own tail in a death grip!
"The inferior demon? When did he summon that?" The Draconic Elf raised an eyebrow in confusion. Immediately afterwards, a sound of dawning realization came - during the second encounter, the Centaur Warlock threw a candle at the dinosaur and was easily dodged by his opponent.
But that candle had been filled with the arcane power of Peinhus, slowly melting and smearing behind the dreadnought into a more complex two-ring summoning spell from the Nine Hells of Bato, seducing a brainless, inferior demon!
Looking at that head in the layers of mud, can not move the dinosaur, the pale centaur raised his long handsome front hooves, trampled on its bloody head!
"Pfft!!!"
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"Well played, I told you you could do it." Henneville put down the wine bottle and clapped her hands in admiration. The female warlock seemed to be a little drunk, and two bright blushes gradually floated up on her exotic tanned cheeks.
"Give me back my weapon, teacher." Pinehurst said helplessly as he bandaged his arms. "I give you different, I can only touch the second ring of the domain at the moment, and the arcane arts that I have awakened, mostly control types, lack effective means to kill with a single blow. For the time being, it is still necessary to rely on weapons for combat."
"Oh, so what? Come on! Keep fighting!" Dazed, Henneville threw out a candle and let it melt and flow on the floor into a huge and exquisite summoning spell! Its size and complexity, the spell that summoned the inferior demon was a world away from it!
"Come out! The strongest monster I can summon at the moment!"
With the sound of a harsh birdsong, a lovely bird beast as big as a horse, round, poking its head out of the wax formation, its huge body, covered with beautiful feathers from brown to red gradient, the wings are pitifully small, I'm afraid there is little ability to fly, to support his movement, is four growth in the abdomen, slender, slender eagle claws, four sharp claws and the head of the huge bird beak, while flashing a sharp metallic cold aura.
When this monster stood upright, it was twice as tall as Pinehurst!!!
"Hennevil?" Pinehurst turned her head and looked at the Draconic elf seriously. This was the first time the acting chief, did not address her as [Teacher].
"What's wrong?"
"I admit that I imprisoned you for a long time, but I also apologized to you sincerely for that, and at that time, you said you didn't care, and that it was all over." The pale centaur narrowed his eyes and carefully surveyed the Draconic elf in front of him, as if trying to see something in her mesmerized eyes. "Is this true?"
Faced with the student's reproach, Henneville drank the ale brewed by the Eastern Goths in one go, slyly spitting out her tongue, and a bad smile bloomed above her exquisitely beautiful face.
"It's true, I don't hold a grudge against you."
"Then give me back my weapon! I've already taken out four raptors! Spell bits are half depleted, both arms are badly damaged, and without weapons, I can't beat this walking chicken!"
"It's a parrot beast not a walking chicken, want a weapon? Come and grab it yourself." Henneville carrying the acting chief's two-handed axe and bow and arrow, slender left hand, provocatively waving the iron sword given to him by Christina.
The pale centaur rushed breathlessly towards his teacher, but this time Magnus was on other duties and had no sneak attack advantage himself. The shapely and beautiful Drow elves, like a cunning and sensitive black fox, dodged deftly between his wounded arms, dodging one surprise attack after another.
Peinhus is in no hurry, slowly forcing Henneville toward the dead end of the room, limiting her room to dodge.
The Drow elves saw themselves slowly fall into an awkward situation where they could not hide, could not avoid, they opened their arms with a bad smile, gently lifted their toes, and fell backwards - the warlockess opened a dark and deep abyssal doorway on the floor behind her, and fell into the arbitrary door with a big smile, landing gently on top of the spine of the parrot beast!
Chapter 108: Drunkenness
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"Henneville? Henneville!"
Pinehurst's angry voice, mixed with a little fear: when you stand in front of a 15-foot tall beast, anyone will be cold hands and feet, trembling! Not to mention that the guy looked at you with a hint of the cat after seeing the mouse "unkind".
The Draconian elf did not respond to the centaur's call. Her whole graceful and beautiful body, are buried in the parrot beast that floating soft, tough feathers inside, two slender round thighs, tightly clamped to the side of the monster, to prevent themselves from falling from a height. Under the ale nourishment, the reflective crystal glow of the delicate red lips, gently exhaled, only belong to the elegant language of the elves.
"Ykk-ot-znk-nkrr."
Before the pale centaur could react, the ground-walking chicken raised its feather-covered neck, let out a mournful cry to the sky, opened its four sharp eagle claws and sprinted comically in its own direction!
The monster's body was only the size of an ordinary horse. However, the four bird legs, but it is like four thin bamboo poles. Occupy the majority of the proportion of the height, so that this can not fly the ground chicken, running like a juggler on stilts, charging the picture, to how ridiculous.
Without saying a word, Pinehurst turned his head and ran. Although the picture is ridiculous enough, but, himself seriously injured, no weapons, spell bits are also consumed more than half, the best coping strategy right now, should be to run out of the arena, to other centaurs to help, to stop this drunken bird-riding Draconic elves, not here to fight hard!
"Newsflash!!!"
The horrible cry behind him, so that the pale man-horse running more and more swiftly, suddenly, the soft grass under his own hooves, instantly become incomparably moist, lubricated, Pinehurst a stumble, six limbs fell heavily into a puddle of sticky grease! Splash a puddle of golden yellow greasy water.
"Hahahaha!" On the back of the parrot beast, came Henneville's enraptured laughter as the behemoth at her hip. Stretching out two tens of feet long front claws, it pulled the centaur out of the interior of the oil pit, curled up its four eagle claws, and put the weight of its entire body on the warlock, making him unable to move.
Pinehurst just want to resist, four folded up eagle claws, dead pressed his arms and body, can be comparable to steel claw tips, deep into his own flesh and blood! Every time you move, strong muscles, will be in the other side of the slender hook-shaped claws back and forth friction, causing deep bone marrow sharp pain!
"Even if it's a joke, you're going too far! Henneville!" Seeing the elf on the back of the bird, no longer pay attention to his own cries, the acting chief hood inside, shimmering pink light, a seemingly octopus tentacles like twisted, hideous ghostly hand, quickly out of his shoulder, frantically extended upward, while burning a grim, cold blue smoke, fierce grasp of the monster's body!
"Snort--"
Like a soft drop of water, striking on top of a hard stubborn stone, pulverizing itself. And as if a rough feather arrow, by a degree of iron shield, easily bounced away, that wrapped around the ghostly blue cold fog of the skeleton hand, in the moment of touching the parrot beast feathers, actually shattered in all directions, exploded! Like a firework, into countless tiny blue sparks, slowly die out in the air.
"By the way, the boy's feathers have super high magic resistance, and at the same time, as cats do, like to play with their prey." Henneville said drunkenly. Lying on the back of the parrot beast, she closed her eyes and allowed an angry roar to emanate from beneath her!
Every cell in Pinehurst's body, trembling and screaming from the bone-chilling pain. His brain was first taken over by endless fear, but in an instant, fear, and in ** endless pain, turned into a horrible rage.
After crossing and transforming into a centaur, the pale centaur has been suppressing the horrible beastly nature from the depths of his soul, always maintaining human sanity, and this time, he could no longer suppress the rage from the depths of his soul, which is enough to burn everything.
The dam that imprisoned the power of their own bloodline, which had already been hit with cracks, became more and more fragmented under the ravages of endless fury, and completely fell apart! Countless surface covered with blue runes of dark red tide, as if the dome of the sky fell to the ground, like a long and powerful scarlet river, wrapped in incredible arcane power, in his six limbs and hundred bones inside the surge!
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A few moments later, another like the old god tentacles, hideous and terrifying ghostly hand, wriggling and extending out of the shoulders of the centaur, its illusory body, filled with a chilling crimson color, as if a scarlet python, wildly extended upward.
"Hmm?" Henneville quietly opened her eyes a small slit. She knew a little about her student's ability. The ghostly hand entwined with illusory cold ghostly blue smoke, representing the negative energy kill of [Cold Touch]. The dark green poison cloud that wrapped around the rich and foul smell represented the decaying paralysis of [Ghoul's Touch]. But what is this deep and horrible dark red color ------?
"Pfft!!!"
The ghost bone claw landed heavily on the parrot beast, the surface layer of the feathers that were extremely resistant to magic. But this time, it didn't bounce off the feathers! Terrifying crimson bone claws, raw from its body ripped off a large brown-red beautiful feathers, so that the monster's side, bare a large pink muscle surface!
The walking chicken turned his head in pain, the sharp bone claws, drilled deep into the inside of his body, each sharp fingertip, as if siphon style sharp mouthpiece, frantically sucking (sucking shǔn) their own life energy, the crimson blood, through the vaporous crimson tentacles, a steady stream of transport back into Pinehurst!
"Dang!"
Suddenly, the monster felt his claws loosened and landed on the grass. It fixed its eyes to see, by their own dead pressed in the ground, sharp claws, but also deep into the body, fixed solid centaur warlock, actually turned into a vaporous mist, as if a ghost, easily through their own claws and teeth, body, in the distance, back to solid flesh and blood.
Along with the constant flashing pink light, abundant and abundant arcane energy, quickly gushed out from his body, filling and repairing every wound in all six limbs!
Super Magic Casting-Shunfa Casting-Vampire Touch, False Life.
"Are you still not counting what you said? Teacher?" The pale centaur's pupils were covered with hideous blood, and he gritted his teeth. He once again summoned a crimson tentacle and danced wildly to kill in the distance!
The parrot beast hastily dodged the deadly tentacles that preyed on life and blood, but it was only a feint. Painehus maneuvered his bloody spectral hand and snatched his own two-handed battle axe from behind Henevele's back! Rolled back to his side.
"The injury was temporarily healed by the arcane magic, and the weapon returned to my hands." The pale centaur fondled the wooden axe handle, his heart felt an unprecedented stability, just when he wanted to cut the walking chicken into meat scraps, the parrot beast was suddenly dispatched back to the original world, a beautiful body wrapped in white fox skin clothing, like a light feather, gently fell from a high altitude.
Eyes lightly closed, breathing evenly, you sleep after playing drunken madness?
Pinehurst heart sulking, the body is still very honest forward running, wide hands, steadily picked up from the high fall of the Drew elves, her bewitching and moving body, gently embraced in the arms. Feel the other side of the graceful and attractive body curves, and the delicate soft skin touch.
The most important thing is that you can get the most out of your life.
"You can never wake a man who pretends to sleep, Peinhus." Looking at the acting chief who regained his senses and tried to wake up the elf in his arms, the ruddy little devil, flapping his wings, returned from afar with an ambiguous smile.
"Sorry to interrupt, man, but didn't you ask me to be invisible and infiltrate among the Goth slaves to monitor their loyalty? Something's wrong! In the past few days, their faith has been massively shaken, inexplicably chanting the Roman god of punishment, I am still investigating the details, come here to inform first! You should be prepared!"
Chapter 109: Civil war will start
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After the druid's careful treatment, with abundant sleep, Pinehurst regained vitality, advanced to the sixth level of the acting chief of the warlock, sitting on his knees in the empty chieftain's tent, began the early morning meditation, guiding the body more and more vastness. The majestic torrent of arcane magic, surging inside his body. Slowly fill up every depleted, dry spell seat.
After yesterday's bloody battle, his own unknown bloodline power has once again broken through the limits.
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Bloodline Expertise-Intermediate Domination]:When the caster is of sufficient level, he can acquire an additional level 1~9 monster summoning spell without occupying a knowable spell slot. All creatures at your disposal have their basic attack increased by an additional amount equal to your warlock level.
[Immortality Pact]: (Your ancestor spared no expense and exhausted all experiments unimaginable to mortals in order to escape the inevitable death. In the end, his immortal blood. (After several generations of inheritance and silence, in your body, it surges again.)
Additional Expertise: Necromancy Specialization, High Necromancy Specialization.
For each warlock level, you can awaken an additional trans-level necromancy spell (1-3 awakening second ring, 4-5 awakening third ring, 6-7 awakening fourth ring and so on).
Second ring: Blindness/Deafness spell, Intimidation spell, False life.
Three rings: Vampire's Touch, embalming of remains.
Fourth ring: manipulation of dead bodies.
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Known Spells
[0 ring] DC: 15. freezing ray, summoning spell, mage's hand, magic tricks, detect magic, illusionary sound spell, boost resistance (can be used 6 times a day)
[1 Ring] DC: 16. Cold Touch, Kekkeiji, Mage Armor, 1st level Monster Summoning, Blind/Deafening, Intimidate, False Life. (Can be used 8 times per day)
[2 Rings] DC: 17. Ghost Hand, Ghoul's Touch, 2nd level Monster Summoning, Blind/Deafening, Intimidate, False Life. (Can be used 6 times per day)
[3 Rings] DC: 18. Gasify Form, 3rd level Monster Summoning, Vampire's Touch, Embalming of Remains. (Can be used 4 times per day)
[4th ring]DC:18. Manipulating dead bodies (can be used 1 time per day)
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Recovering the spell bits in his body, the rejuvenated Peinhus, puzzled, opened his eyes and looked around at the empty chieftain's tent.
Christina went to the council yesterday and has not returned. And Christian. That gloomy bard, since the clan migrated to Diodosia, has been staying with the poet dead, it is difficult to see that petite black figure.
"Forget it, let's study the newly acquired new spells first." The pale centaur could not resist his curiosity and began to study a series of brand new spells from the Necromancy school. Deafness and blindness spell ------ own first encounter with Henneville, was deprived of vision and hearing by this spell, was unusually miserable by her.
False life? Use arcane magic to temporarily repair the breakage of flesh and blood, internal organs, bones and nerves. This spell can even make a dying person who can't move, in a short time, recover like a normal person. The function of Vampire Touch is similar to it, but it can also prey on the life of the enemy. Yesterday, during the fierce battle with the parrot beast, thanks to these two spells, only temporarily repaired the body's wounds and lasted until the arrival of the druid.
The newly awakened third-ring spell during the upgrade: [Gasification Form], which can turn itself into untouchable air. It can even pass through narrow gaps. This is somewhat similar to Wind Howl's **Elementalization, but there are no side effects. It's a life-saving card in critical moments.
As for the last [manipulation of the dead] ------
Pinehurst rubbed his hands in anticipation, controlling the dead and looking very strong, but it's not like he was a nerd in an ivory tower and needed an undead servant to protect himself. Summon a random skeleton. It's like a chicken ribs tasteless, discarded.
So, kill a hill giant and summon it?
So, go to the Beast Onado's group of evil day orcs and buy a bipedal flying dragon as a material? Sounds good, the only trouble is that one does not know where they are now. By the way, there are a few dead bipedal dragons buried in the fortress of Vichymiris, and I attended their funeral with the green-skinned chief - but according to the wolf messenger, the place was reoccupied by the Goths.
Forget it, first find all the ritual materials to awaken the dead, in this remote place, that is quite expensive, scarce things, the most critical black onyx, they have not even seen the shadow.
After making up his mind, Pinehurst first ordered the clan's only remaining druids, changed into inconspicuous rats, crows, with Magnus covertly, to investigate the unusual behavior of the Gothic slaves, himself, went to the council chamber, to see what kind of things, to allow the nine chiefs to discuss the whole day and night.
After the capture of Diodosia, the Blood Fury clan was given an additional piece of fertile farmland, with all the ports of the city, the centaurs did not go to sea history, the remaining ports, fishing boats, then to the Blood Fury clan under the Goths fishing to go, these slaves in addition to being restricted to freedom, parents and children as hostages, firmly controlled in the hands of the centaurs, the days are not very different from the usual. Even more affluent.
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"The chiefs are meeting and no other people are allowed to enter. Not even the acting chiefs."
Unbeknownst to him, Peinhers arrived outside the stone castle, only to be stopped by two gold-treaded centaurs in iron armor. Except for their eyes and hooves, their bodies were covered with animal skins and steel. The gold ornaments inlaid on their sword grills glowed beautifully in the sunlight.
"What exactly has happened? Need to deliberate for such a long time?" The pale centaur fished out a gold ring of a Gothic noble and quietly shoved it into the garrison's hand.
"Ah, if it isn't the mighty Blood Fury Centaur. Peinhus, isn't it! Welcome, welcome!" After receiving the money, the gold crawler guard immediately smiled with joy, and his face under his helmet bloomed into a rather bright smile. Came up to the pale centaur's ear and whispered.
"Isn't there still four clans that haven't come, they seem to have gone out independently, and what's more shameless is that the leader of that gang of splinter forces, Holy Fire or whatever it is, is vainly trying to marry my chief and take the whole Golden Crawler clan under his command, and the chief is angry enough. Those guys really don't know what's good for them! So, the God's Chosen Descendants wanted to gather everyone in a thundering force to exterminate this group of shameless people."
Pinehurst rubbed his chin in surprise. No wonder they had been meeting all day and night! He was now a little confused about Toria's character. This girl seems very calm and collected, unifying the clans and winning two wars in a row, but also shows that her political and military skills are impeccable, and herself is a powerful druid.
But she wants to start a civil war when the people are not stable and offend all the neighbors around? This is not in line with her personality, unless ------ the other side has a deadly weapon that can shake the foundations of her rule.
Just as the centaur warlock pondered, the calm black sea in the south, suddenly burst out a brilliant golden pillar of light! A violent shock shook the
The acting chief turned around in a hurry. Hell! There was the Bloodrage clan's quarters! That graceful and gorgeous brilliant golden light ------ Druid spells, mostly vibrant green, Hennevil specializes in flame shaping energy, with spell summoning. Not half related to gold ------
Wait, the fortress a battle, those damn Roman priests, hands often flashing golden light, the disabled patients who have lost the ability to fight, into a living, heavy armor soldiers, continue to join the battle, the centaur messed up ------ but, this is the territory of the centaur, where the priests?
Chapter 110: Forces in Exile
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The four long and sturdy hooves of the horse turned into a shadow that could not be captured by the naked eye, carrying the handsome half-man, half-horse body of Pinehurst, rushing towards the southern port. Like a pale and horrible winter storm, it disappeared in an instant before the eyes of the guards. The golden light has just dissipated for a moment, the port and floated wisps of black smoke!
The acting chief nervously drew his bow and arrows from his back. The southern harbor was now in chaos, the plucking of bowstrings, the screams of humans, and the war cries of the pious all mixed together in a blaze of flames and smoke!
"What's happening!"
"Acting Chief? You are here!" A young centaur marauder, while shooting a sharp feathered arrow into the thick smoke. While answering his superior's order. "A group of Goth slaves have seized the ship and are trying to escape towards the sea! We are stopping them!"
"What?" Painehurst's eyes widened incredulously. He had certainly considered the possibility of slaves escaping. Therefore, the Gothic barbarians who were responsible for fishing and holding the boats, their wives and children were in charge of cleaning, mopping up and being firmly controlled by the clan in the Blood Fury camp.
"Peinhus!"
Just when the acting chief was wondering, Magnus also fluttered two huge fleshy wings, like a red eagle, and landed gently on the left shoulder of the pale centaur.
"I found a couple of slaves who were inciting other Goth barbarians to rebellion by the way while they were enlisting their religion to the other Goths! The druids were just about to arrest them, but before they knew it, those guys were battle-hardened priests! Some unsuspecting guys got mixed up inside our clan!"
"How many enemies are there." Painehurst asked calmly.
"A priest, thirteen ordinary people, after they saw that they were exposed, they immediately lit the fish house, trying to use the black smoke ------" Magnus's words fell, and out of the black smoke, a horrible loud noise erupted!
Painfully, Pinehurst covered his ears. The spell was like hundreds of cell phones with the sound turned up to the maximum, playing out the shaking sound, hissing and whistling at their ears! This creepy and horrible noise, so that all the people present, all painfully dropped their bows and arrows, hands dead cover their ears!
"Never mind the wounded! Old me won't waste precious spell bits on those cannon fodder! Everyone else, retreat! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!!!" The slaves who survived the centaur's bow and arrow took advantage of the horrific sonic attack to climb aboard a small fishing boat moored in the harbor. The priest at the head, with one axe, cut the rope connecting the boat's branch to the dock, while the remaining eight, wielding wooden pulp, pushed the boat into the distance.
Pinehurst picked up his bow and arrow in annoyance and surveyed the priest standing at the stern of the ship - he remembered this slave, before the clan joined the council, Kulonian ambushed a Gothic caravan, these days, it is rare to meet a young human who has not joined the army and has a sturdy body, not to mention, his cheek is carved with a strange totem: double ring In the middle of it, a cross-shaped totem stands proudly. It is exactly the same as the engraving on the cheek of the female skeleton at the beginning of the crossing.
All this has left an extremely deep impression on the pale centaur.
"Listen to the slaves on the ship! I know you were forced to do this, therefore, I will not blame you! Choose, if you capture this priest alive, I will pardon your crimes and not pursue them further! But if you choose to continue to run away? Believe me, your wives and children will definitely suffer torture and pain beyond the imagination of mortals! I swear by the gods of my faith! What I say is not true!"
As an atheist, Pinehurst tried to solve this farce with the easiest method, a mere priest, still want to make any storm in his lair? So, he immediately pulled out a copper wire, using [telepathy], his words, mixed in the breeze, blowing through the ears of eight Gothic slaves.
"Paddle up! Why have you stopped?" The only Gothic priest, who could not hear the magic sound, puzzledly asked around, and after receiving the assurance from the acting chief, in the name of the gods, the eight slaves, all stopped paddling. Because of fear, and slightly trembling body slowly tends to calm, frightened face, also gradually in the shame and ecstasy tangled, struggle.
The barbarian priest felt that the atmosphere on board was not right, and just wanted to get up, but a slave manipulated the oar in his hand and struck him hard on the back of the head!
"BANG!!!"
"Sorry, priest, you are all alone, so naturally you have no worries, but ------ our wives and children are in the hands of these people, and life here is not free, but it is very calm and peaceful. I don't want to get involved with you religious nuts."
The slaves finally found enough excuses for their betrayal, ashamed faces, slowly calmed down, they look limp and limp on top of the deck, head swollen up a large bag of priests, faintly said.
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Time moves forward slightly.
At the time when Horus seized the Gothic throne and converted all his weak and powerless compatriots into bloodthirsty and horrible werewolves. A small group of barbarian believers who converted to the god of punishment refused this supreme glory. In their view, turning into a filthy beast is an extremely dirty and blasphemous thing.
At the head of the group was the gallant General Asana, and the remaining group of priests under her command.
Facing these heretics whose minds and souls were already in the shape of Rome, the Pale Green Wolf King didn't bother to say anything. The number of troops under him was already appalling enough. More they are not more, less they are not less, in order to maintain their own image, Horus is also not good to kill his compatriots, simply put these believers, banished from his kingdom, let them in the wilderness to destroy themselves.
Asana's beautiful eyes filled with tears, looking at the former home, occupied by the bloodthirsty wolves. After looking at the dangerous wilderness filled with all kinds of monsters, and the believers lingering under her, she couldn't help but be filled with despair.
After struggling for several days, she suddenly came up with a brilliant idea: to disguise herself as a displaced refugee, merchant, deliberately captured and imprisoned by the centaurs - it is ridiculous to say that these barbarians, who had fallen into slavery, escaped the deadly wolf plague spread by Horus and became the last group of normal compatriots in the Gredinian Peninsula.
So, these priests and believers who were deliberately caught by the Centaur, worked hard during the day, and at night, quietly preached to other slaves, and slowly developed and built up their strength under the protection of the Centaur's powerful forces.
But the blood rage clan is not stupid, along with the passage of time, they still found these human anomalies, an invisible little devil, and a few disguised as animals, lurking in the shadows of the druids, in the twinkling of an eye destroyed a missionary stronghold hidden in the harbor, captured alive under the command of Asana, one of the most powerful priests.