Chapter 111: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting
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Looking at the eight shivering slaves, re-rowing the fishing boat back to the burning harbor, and the unconscious priest, bound, respectfully delivered to his own, magnanimous Pinehurst, also kept his promise, he did not make things difficult for these slaves, but organized everyone, as soon as possible to douse the flames of the harbor.
Under a busy, blood rage clan doused this small fire, the pale centaur that is like a satin-like soft, white hair, but also by the thick smoke black.
"You, come here, wipe the black ash from my body." Peinhers frowned, casually summoned a slave from the crowd, wiping the black stains for himself. The girl, with long, magnificent orange-red hair like burning clouds, was very conspicuous in the crowd.
The barbarian girl, named by the acting chief, trembled as she stepped forward. Above the healthy white soft skin, a dozen by the linen clothes to hide up, hideous, horrible penetration scars, are faintly painful!
Asana slightly lowered her head, hiding a pair of beautiful eyes filled with anger - the white centaur, there is no mistake, that night, it was he with a small group of elite, crushed their proud army, and with intensive javelin saving shots, destroyed their own hard-earned priests team, almost to their own little lives!
That wave of surprise attack, the monster alliance managed to turn the tide of battle, and even changed the course of the fate of the Gothic Kingdom, the motherland fell into this state, all because of the pale monster in front of him!
The acting chief, however, did not recognize the commander of the enemy army. That night, all the Eastern Goths wore identical helmets, armor, and their faces were covered tightly by wooden shields, showing only one pair of eyes. How could he possibly recognize the Gothic priest who was set on fire and killed when they met?
Peinhus carefully observed the male priest's body, not paying attention to the slave who was wiping his own blood, all over his body, trembling gently from humiliation and anger.
The priest was tall, with blond hair, no different from other Goths. But the cheek, however, is carved with a strange totem: two layers inside a circle, over a cross-shaped totem.
Speaking of which, when he just came to this world, that female skeleton's cheek bone, also carved with this mark ------
"This scar ... right! I plundered a merchant caravan, the left side of the people inside, are carved with this mark!" Cloaked in eagle feathers, the head of the marauders also came over, staring intently at the body under the hooves of the pale man.
Asana's beautiful pupils that seemed like flames were suddenly taken over by endless fear. The cheeks were engraved with the emblem of the God of Punishment, which was originally the supreme glory, symbolizing that they were the closest servants to God. But now, it has become a clue that the whereabouts are exposed!
"Speaking of which, it seems that you also have this totem carved on the left side of your face."
The pale centaur turned his body thoughtfully, gently picked up the chin of the female priest, gazing at the cross totem on her pretty face. A pair of pitch-black pupils, like the abyss as deep as the deep gaze.
"Excuse me, why do you two have the exact same mark?"
Asana's body was instantly drenched in cold sweat! Compared to these half-human, half-horse monsters, the power of her own men was too weak, and this was the reason why she abandoned her car to protect her brother and did not give him a helping hand.
"Zun ------ respected Lord Chief, this ------ is the totem symbol of our village, in the coming-of-age ceremony, each person should be in the cheeks, tattooed with this double ring cross-shaped mark."
Asana pretended to look innocent, scared expression, trying to win each other's trust. Inside the eyes, even a few crystal tears flooded.
"Is that so?" Peinhus narrowed his eyes as his horse's hooves slowly pawed back and forth on the ground. Just like humans sometimes, they would unconsciously shake their legs.
"Magnus, bring Henneville here, she has seen a lot of things, she might know this totem."
"Henneville? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, a well-read centaur can't possibly recognize this mark! Centaurs who have lived on the grasslands for a long time, at most, have dealt with the elves from the East, how could they recognize a religious emblem from the Western Empire!"
Asana tried desperately to comfort herself, but her heart was not obeying her, and it was beating more and more fiercely! Suddenly, a slender figure in black and white, with distinctive colors, came into her own eyes. The barbarian priest's eyes widened in horror, almost forgot to breathe, and his heart missed a beat!
Damn! Why is there a Draconic elf here?
"A double-ringed cross? Am I still awake?"
Henneville rubbed her head, which was aching from the hangover, and came to the scene of the incident in a daze. The exotic and delicate face bloomed with a million surprises.
"It is well known that the Romans are polytheistic, they even allowed the conquered elven tribes to retain their faith in gods such as Coriellon and Rose, and deliberately moved the statues of both of them, to the Pantheon in Rome, placed shoulder to shoulder for worship.
However, about a hundred years ago, Augustus suddenly declared the God of Punishment, as the spiritual pillar of imperial orthodoxy, and at the same time, constantly weakened people's faith in other gods. Dogs clad in white robes and wielding war hammers, also running around in the streets and alleys - it must be said that since then, the Imperial cities are much better order. However, this edict worked just fine in Gaul, Italy, Africa and other regions.
At the top of the Eternal Lighthouse in Alexandria, there is still the immortal form of the Lady Spider.
The pantheon of the false god Corellon is still scattered all over Greece.
The statue of the sun god, accompanying Roh, continues to stand in Rhodes' harbor out to sea, watching the ships of his fellow white-skinned people, traversing back and forth under his crotch - it can be so exciting to look up when entering the harbor."
The Drow elves slowly sobered up during the conversation, spitting the other elves out in the process.
Pinehurst was dumbfounded, the course of history in this fantasy realm is quite different from his homeland: this world really has gods and can interfere with the material universe to some extent. So ------ the Roman Empire is split into two parts, as early as a hundred years ago, should have disappeared Roman polytheism, actually still exists! Only, the followers of the God of punishment dominate.
And beside him, disguised as a slave
Henneville swayed her bumpy and seductive body and slowly knelt down on the beach. She gently bent her slender waist, bowed a handful of cold seawater from the black sea, and poured it over her delicate and beautiful face. Let a drop of crystal-clear deep blue water droplets, in her dark face, with long silver hair in a happy dance, jumping.
Well, much more comfortable, wait, this hair with the evening sun as beautiful and moving barbarians, so familiar ah. Orange-red hair, not common in barbarians ------
"Ugh? You are not the general in charge of the Gothic barbarians!"
"Damn!!!"
Acting can't go on Asana hurriedly towards the gods she believes in, praying for transcendent divine power, only to see, her feet shimmering with a faint golden glow, stepping on the ethereal sea breeze, the whole person floating in mid-air, fleeing wildly southward!
Chapter 112: The Last Divine Art
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"Don't let her get away!!!" Peinhus roared out in anger, and inside the white felt hat, a dull pink glow faintly flickered up. Just as Asana ran through the air, a profane tentacle, made of the caster's flesh and blood life, stretched out from Painehus' shoulder, darted, spun, and whistled and grabbed the barbarian priest's white ankle and yanked back fiercely!
The sharp claws of the skeleton cut through the golden divine light, with the fragile flesh and blood skin. The dark green poisonous clouds wrapped around the tentacles swarmed along the rotting, festering wounds, crumbling and whistling inside Asana's body, making her body crawl through thousands of ants, aching and painful to the extreme, and as if naked ** exposed to the severe cold of the north, all limbs were frozen.
"Damn! This guy cast a spell, do not need to pray or chant!"
"Yo-ho!" Looking at the priestess' white and silky skin like milk, a terrifying dark green poison cloud emerged, the little devil, who was afraid of softness, immediately fluttered two huge fleshy wings and flew into the sky. Barb-like sharp scorpion tail, flashing a deadly light!
Watching the immobile self, being dragged back to those centaurs by the dark green tentacles. Asana's heart let out a desperate cry of sorrow. Frantically prayed to the gods she believed in.
But the answer was not the gods, but her comrades who had fought alongside her for years. The chaotic pier, once again burning a golden holy light, another priest hiding in the crowd, decisively exposed himself, arms raised, humbly praying for the power of the gods!
"They have more accomplices!!!"
Peinhus drew a heavy throwing spear, and at the moment the javelin came out, his waist, wrist, and fingers rotated and fired at the same time, and the other that came out of his hand, the slender wooden handle, rotated away in a clockwise direction along the longitudinal axis of the slender wooden pole! This greatly maintains the stability of the javelin flying in the air. The other it in the humid air, with a horrible whistling sound, tear out a beautiful curve.
The priest watched the child's arm-thick throwing spear, growing larger and larger in his pupils. He gritted his teeth and did not choose to dodge, but instead chanted more reverently, allowing the horrific killing weapon to fly, spin, and whistle as it tore through his abdomen.
The throwing spear, while penetrating the priest's torso, also spun the sharp spear blades on both sides, churning his muscles, internal organs, into a mush, one after the other, gouging out two swirls of blood laced with flesh and foam.
However, the pale centaur was still half a step slow, the priest dying, finally prayed to finish, the dying barbarian priest, before he was drowned by severe pain and darkness, guided a brilliant, glorious divine energy rushed into the sky, clearing the chief's body of the necromantic epidemic. The rejuvenated Asana, immediately used the divine energy, building into a hard-headed hammer, smashing the illusory tentacles!
"General! This is the last of my divine magic ------"
Looking at the enemy who regained his freedom, holding a powerful weapon made of divine magic energy, Magnus quickly pinched his tail and made a hundred and eighty degree turn in the air, his crimson body, gradually faded between the azure sky dome.
"A while merchant slaves? ------ Damn! Curonian! Blow the horn of enemy attack! Druid go back to protect the children! You and your marauders, block the nearby roads and tell all soldiers to kill, or capture, any slaves with double-ringed crosses carved on their cheeks! Leave no one behind! Quickly! Quickly! Quickly!"
"As ordered!"
"Henneville! Can you capture that general alive!" Looking at the chaotic camp, and the gradually distant priestess, Pinehurst frowned uneasily - the opponent was already beyond the maximum extension of the Ghost Hand, and facing a priest who could heal wounds, a bow and arrow or something could only delay a spell casting time.
As for the [gasification form]? One is indeed able to fly up into the sky with this arcane spell, but ------ after the whole body turns into a storm, it can at best float forward a distance of two feet per second, which is too slow.
"Do you know how to swim? We Alexandria children, all know this skill." Henneville asked instead of answering.
"Of course I can." Peinhus replied inexplicably.
"That's good." The Draconic elf grabbed her student's left hand and felt the other's hot body heat. The delicate red lips, spitting out a complex incantation, the dark right hand, tracing a circle in the air, constructing a dark and profound temporary doorway.
The pale centaur followed the teacher into the arbitrary door, the surrounding scenery, suddenly transformed into a crazy painting by thousands of colors, painted at random. The colorful stars, burning in the dark abyss, collapse. A huge crimson chasm, through the entire chaos of the world, exhausted at the end of the view, the interior of the chasm, and spread in all directions, floating, gulping twisted profane blood-colored light ------
Acting chief has not had time to take in the surrounding scenery, a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, all those strange sights of light, all disappeared, replaced by a deep azure face, and an orange-haired human ------ Henneville transported them both to the top of Asana's head!
"Hell! Salt-laden seawater, it hurts the hair!!!"
Ps: weekend to Xi'an to do business ------ 1:00 a.m. flight over, and tomorrow at 6:00 a.m. have to fly home ------ biological clock is played out ------
Chapter 113: The Battle Reignited
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"The captain of the silver-haired, black-skinned ------ Roman Orphic squad? Wasn't her scouting squad all wiped out?! Why didn't this Draconic elf die? And also on the side of the monster?"
Countless ulterior conspiracy theories, flickering back and forth in Asana's mind, the two of them rarely met, but, she still slightly understood the elven warlock's ability to cast spells. So, a sacred and inviolable golden holy light, in like an oriole like euphonious, melodious prayer sound blooming open. As if a transparent eggshell, the Asana firmly protected inside the divine magic. Numerous brightly colored flame patterns also burned away on the surface of the golden light.
"Now, there's no fear of her flame magic." The priestess took a long breath of relief, suddenly, the sky above her head, was obscured by a huge black shadow, and before Asana had time to look up, her head was hit hard by a heavy object, her eyes went black, and she fainted on the spot.
Pinehurst sucked in a breath of cold air. The soft belly of the horse, smashed heavily on top of a solid object, the pain he almost screamed out. The rapid high-altitude fall, but also let his heart jumped out of his throat!
Fortunately, Henneville first opened a free gate in the sea, before, pulling himself, stepped into a second dark doorway through space, after smashing the barbarian general unconscious, the three fell into another abyssal gate of the Drow elves, floating on top of the smoke-blackened pier.
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The whole riot ended unusually quickly. The hundreds of believers that Asana had painstakingly assembled were not very high ranked in the first place. These low-ranking priests, in the Veselius fortress, then were rushed and slaughtered by the centaurs. When the ogres attacked Cesonius, more than half of them were killed in action again. Some others, simply kneeling at the feet of Horus, transformed into wolves. The few who actually wandered with her were simply no match for what the centaurs had to offer.
A few low-ranking priests, tried to rush into the inheritance tent of the Blood Fury clan and grab a few ponies as hostages. But ------ they sadly found that the ponies stood up, as tall as themselves, strength. Agility is even more than ever! The lead filly let out a pink roar, with their own almost half-ton weight, sideways a charge, with a soft shoulder (centaur standard), broke the priest's ribs!
Another boy, quick-eyed, grabbed the hands of another female priest, that barbarian girl, simply can not break free from the natural strange strength of the centaurs, even the divine magic can not be cast, under despair. Raising his legs, trying to use his feet, kicking the enemy's tender organs that are not protected by the ribs, forcing him to loosen the clamp on his hands because of the severe pain.
Unfortunately, there are no internal organs inside the waist of the centaur, no light or heavy hand, and the vengeful bear, angrily raised his front hooves, the hard knee, and slammed into the abdomen of the priestess -
After a short battle between the two sides, the druids, who were transformed into eagles, also let out an angry eagle cry in the sky! The druids, who had been at a disadvantage, let out a wail of despair!
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Calm the riot, heal the wounded, pacify the people, repair the damaged buildings, as well as imprison and interrogate the few barbarian priests who got mixed up ------ Just when Peinhus was busy, the council finally declared the end of the day, arguing a page, the listless blood rage chief, dizzy, came up to the pale centaur.
"War has been inevitable, really, a little rest time is not." Christina shrank wearily into Peinhers, that cold, sturdy embrace, and closed her eyes happily. The unbearably hot body heat of the rouge blazing horse also warmed the acting chief extraordinarily comfortable.
"Yesterday everyone still did not want to go to war and tried to reach a reconciliation with those four clans. But ------ news came this morning that the chief who calls himself Sacred Fire, preemptively, surrounded the Poison Bite clan that moved south and forced the other side to join his forces - and the only reason the Poison Bite chief refused them was that his own daughter, who was controlled by Toria."
"That cute loli who played with the poisonous snake and was put under house arrest by Toria? How like her to do that."
"After all, Poison Bite, is also considered a big clan with great fighting power. In case they really join under the sacred fire and poison our pasture and water ------ things will really go out of hand. We will go north tomorrow, before the werewolves in the west and the greenskins in the east, do an end to this civil unrest before they react."
"Okay, I understand. You haven't slept all night, now grab some rest. I'll take care of the expedition." Peinhus tenderly stroked his lover's passionate, beautiful scarlet hair that seemed like a flame. Bending his waist, he gently kissed her on her delicate lips.
PS: Sorry for the two consecutive early morning flights this weekend ------ tomorrow to ensure a return to normal.
Chapter 114: The chaotic north
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The Port of Kalos
Along with the blood-colored sunset that slowly sank into the sea, the tattered and torn banner of rotting scales fell into a red mud. Countless lizardmen's shattered and gruesome corpses were piled up into a towering mountain of death.
The strong scales they were proud of were smashed to pieces by some kind of blunt weapon. Countless scarlet streams, gurgling along the flesh and blood broken, concave place, will be beautiful beach, painted into the appearance of hell.
A pale green werewolf clad in dragon scale armor, standing at the top of the highest corpse mountain, proudly looked down on the whole battlefield, victorious, the werewolves had defeated the goblins and captured the port city where the lizardmen were entrenched. The elite werewolves, clad in lockets and wielding long-handled battle axes, swiftly cleaned up the ashes of the battlefield, accompanied by a chilling wolf howl, and slashed a shocking wave of blood over the heads of the survivors.
However, after the great victory, Horus's heart, but filled with endless anger and fear. Eugene came back with a lot of horrible and sad news: Gavriel died bravely, the northern castle, Iron Peak Castle, Diodosia, have fallen under the hoof of those nomadic monsters, the Goths lost the most fertile and fertile fields, and the most huge and rich veins of mines!
At the same time, those damned monsters, threatening to continue the war, demanded a lot of gold from themselves!
Compared to this horrible loss, his victory in defeating the Rotten Scale Clan and retaking the western coast was not enough.
"Tap!"
Just when the Pale Green Wolf King was annoyed, suddenly, a slight sound of horse's hooves exploded in his ears!
The sound of horse's hooves! The speed of the giant wolf in its state was not inferior to that of ordinary cavalry. The supply transport troops only arrived this morning, where did the sound of hoofbeats come from!
The wolves, who also heard the commotion, immediately exploded and erected their two furry pointed ears. They turned their sharp eyes to the east: a tall and sturdy black stallion was approaching this place at a great speed. It was speeding towards here!
Horus frowned. The horse's dull eyes were lifeless. A large patch of bare pink skin outside the hair, but also long lost the luster and elasticity, countless blood has long been solidified hideous wounds, is slowly decaying, a way to attract countless flies and mosquitoes, buzzing around him, a huge horror of the fissure, but also across the entire body of the horse, the white bones, exposed in the air.
The most ridiculous thing is that it also hangs a large brown banner on its side, with a line of universal text scrawled on it with blood scabs that have long since congealed into black: "A letter to the King of Goth."
A poor animal manipulated by necromantic spells. It seems that the centaur also knew that he had angered the true lord of this land and did not dare to come to deliver the letter himself, so he had to manipulate the corpse of an animal and come to do it for him.
The pale green wolf king walked forward with extra caution, carefully sizing up the undead creature in front of him. With fierce sharp claws, he took out a paper scroll of parchment from inside the animal skin package on the side of the black horse.
"Skerritt's new divine chosen, the humble servant of the court of joy, the true lord of the boundless steppes, the pious priest, the hunter of storms, the whistling feathered arrow, the blood-stained spear. The green-skinned slayer, the plague of trolls, the true supreme king of the centaurs: the sacred fire Ka'an. Hail to the Gothic King.
The fall of the southern cities is the work of the Centaur rebels, you and I will join hands, and after victory, you will have the mountains and seashores of the south, and I will gain the fertile pastures of the north."
Horus was slightly stunned, just saw a large string of honorable titles, he thought the other party was some cunning politician, or a hypocritical nobleman. As a result ------ this goods with half a sheet of paper to write his title, and then a sentence, all the matters of negotiation picked out?
The good and big mob, greedy and straightforward.
The Cang Qing Wolf King quickly gave a series of negative definitions to this unknown Centaur Supreme King in his heart. The surface, however, was as if the ancient cold ice was as cold as the cold, not showing any expression.
"So ------ Diodosia was beaten down by the Centaur Rebels? They actually do not dare to provoke us?" Eugene, who survived, carefully expressed his opinion, afraid of causing the wolf king's monstrous anger again.
"How is that possible." Abaddon, who was covered in black at the side, laughed contemptuously. "Obviously, those four-legged monsters have split into two factions. The weaker side, consumed by fear, even sought help from their enemies at any cost."
"So, are we going to help hold one of the sides and take back Diodosia?"
"Help? Why should we help. Just let them kill each other and consume their living forces." Horus sneered, swung the nailhead hammer in his hand, and heavily smashed the heads of the undead horses, accompanied by a terrifying loud sound, rotten flesh and blood, and broken white bones splashed everywhere.
"Everyone, quickly return to Simferopol to repair! Eugene! You go to Chesonisus, we need more food supplies! Abaddon! Take all your scouts, go to the east and tell me as soon as possible what is going on inside the Centauri!"
"And you?"
"Me? I'm going to make a trip to Veselius Fortress. I have to say, those goblins before were really shrewd and cunning. They actually used my father's fortress to charge a toll." Horus grinned up two rows of sharp fangs and smirked. "Well, it's time for a change of attitude, I will show mercy and allow some monster hordes to leave that unlivable frozen north and set foot in my warm country for this cold, bone-chilling winter - as long as they swear to fight for me and hand over a sufficient number of their clansmen as hostages."
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The totem banners of the nine clans blotted out the dark vault of heaven, and the deafening sound of horses' hooves shook the entire turquoise meadow! After a long preparation, the eight chiefs united and slaughtered Toria, and after collecting enough bribes, elected her as the supreme commander once again.
The Centaur Council, for the second time, pulled together an elite army of up to 10,000 men in size, with more than 40,000 steeds, carrying large quantities of bacon, cured fish, bread and fresh water on their backs. And bags of bulging feathers and arrows, set out on the march to the north.
No one knows how many monster colonies those greedy goblins have sent to Gredini. The remote south is fine, the northern meadow is almost drowned by the relentless fire of war. Beast Onado and his evil flaming orcs, like a green apocalypse, destroying and plundering everything in sight, the wolves trying to exterminate the roving ogres, maintaining a safe passage to the fortress of Veselius. And the ogres, with their fat, hungry bellies, roared to kill the Centaur Council's transport!
Toria let out a long sigh. The Golden Crawlers had not left the north for a few days, and this place was in such a state of chaos! The herd thirsted for blood and grew stronger and stronger, and in just one day, the logistic transport unit was robbed three times! Three times! Ogre, gnome, cat people ------ damn not the same monster did?
The nine chiefs once again held a small meeting. Christina and Maide, led the blood fury and wind howling clan back the same way, responsible for protecting the transport of food. After all, the nearby villages of the Goths had been sacked to the ground. It is true that the centaurs could sustain a minimum of life by grazing - but then they would fall into a state of exhaustion and would not be able to sustain a high intensity battle.
The good thing is that those animals that meet the standard of excellent war horses, but are used as pack animals by people and horses, can eat anywhere, without carrying extra grain supplies - lose fat, just lose fat, exhausted directly as food to eat. Anyway, there are as many horses as you want at home.
Chapter 115: Sutter
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The Yew of Skerritt
Forty days and nights had passed since the Holy Fire had taken this human wooden fortress. The indulgent carnival of men and horses had almost razed the fortress to the ground, retaining only the outer simple walls to garrison the city, as dense as a cloud of white tents.
The skilled craftsmen of the Falling Hammer Clan, with the wooden ruins of the Gothic Longhouse, built a sacred statue of Skerritt in the center of the castle, these detail control, every muscle of the deity's body, every hair, are carved vividly, as if the next second, the tall and mighty god of nature and community, wielding the spear in his hands, to the front of an unstoppable charge of terror! Leading the men and horses, regaining a glorious and splendid victory.
The brown oak just shows the healthy wheat skin tone of His human body, with the light brown hair that grows on the horse's body. The flowing tail mane, the coat at the end of the horse's hooves, and a soft hair, then by some kind of white berries, painted into a flawless face of ice and snow.
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With the first faint ray of golden light in the morning, sown on top of the turquoise meadow, more than a thousand pious centaur priests, then humbly surrounded the idol, like that wooden statue praying for the power of divine magic today.
The closer to the idol, the more elaborate and luxurious the equipment on the body. The outer ring of priests only wear a layer of studded leather armor. While the inner ring of the centaur's six limbs, are covered by double armor. The inner layer of soft, comfortable cloth, like a white curtain, hanging down to the end of the horse's hooves. The fine locking armor draped over the white coat, on the other hand, pressed all the weight on the priest's broad, majestic shoulders and horse's back, extending down to the horse's belly.
However, their weaponry was quite neat and tidy. Composite longbow, spear, longsword, and a wooden divine emblem emitting a faint golden light - carved with a cracked acorn, a section of twisted trunk, stretching out from the fissure of the fruit, growing into a branching, leafy tree.
The profession of priest, extremely rare within the centaurs, their rituals, usually by the druids, even from childhood by theology, like Abhors, will give preference to druids rather than priests. A group of centaur priests of this size can be said to be unique.
However, except for the unbelievably devout fanatics under the Holy Fire, Skerritt's Yew, already engulfed in endless fear, the other clans' centaurs, all trembling under Toria's wrath and blade, were terrified for the rest of the day. Three terrors a day inside the castle!
They originally just wanted to rant and rave when the other side was exhausted after a war, waiting for the council, which was unable to fight, to sit on the ground and pay back the money. As a result, that woman the next day to put together a large army, set off to the north?
In a flash, the three chiefs panicked, and the spies and scouts under them, in panic, leaked the news everywhere.
The evil and depraved whore formed a council of centaurs to try to take away our freedom and sovereignty.
The fierce army of the council was assembled in Diodosia.
The golden glittering False King acquires war supplies at Iron Peak Castle.
Tolya Masaghatai arrives in the Northern Steppes.
Chief Golden Crawler is only a day's journey away from Skerritt's Yew!
"Great tribulation is coming and you are still here groveling towards a piece of wood?! If this goes on, tomorrow the wallflowers will be shouting, "The chosen descendant of the Most High, arriving at her eternal loyalty to Skerritt's Yew!" That bitch is already killing us with eight clans! And here you are, kneeling and worshipping the gods, killing time? I shouldn't have built that wooden statue for you!"
The chief of the Falling Hammer Clan: Helm, lifting four elegant and robust hoofs, cursed and rushed to Ka'an, grabbed the collar of Sacred Fire Ka'an's locking armor with both hands in front of the Skerritt idol, and spoke anxiously.
Her black hair, which had long been wet with cold sweat. The wet sticky on the clear and beautiful, but helpless cheeks, a pair of amber pupils, because of fear and anger, and gently wavered.
"Please pay respect to the gods we worship, the ancestors of all centaurs, Chief Savage Hammer." Without much effort, Ka'an broke the other man's hands that were grasping his collar and spoke indifferently.
"Respect? Why should I show respect to that god on high!
He didn't appear when my parents were hunted by the frost worms!
When everyone was attacked by the green-skinned clan, He didn't show up!
When the clan was engulfed by cold and famine, He didn't show up!
Now, we're about to be eaten by that golden bitch, and He still hasn't shown up!!!"
Helm roared at the top of his lungs. In the amber pupils, crystal tears flickered vaguely. "The only one who saved our Fallen Hammer Clan is ourselves."
"The one who saved your Fallen Hammer Clan is also me." Divine Sacred Fire smiled faintly and laughed confidently.
"Yes, yes, without your help, the old mother's corpse may have been gnawed by the vultures, so my clan, I, the chief, am still seeking countermeasures from you, unlike the other two chiefs who have already packed their bags and are ready to kneel down and beg for surrender!" Chief Falling Hammer rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"Don't be in a hurry, my friend." Ka'an gently patted Helm's broad shoulder, "I've already made all the preparations. To meet the supreme military front of that God's chosen descendant."
"If you want to put my mind at ease, you must at least divulge the plan so that I can have a bottom in my heart, old friend!" Helm spoke almost pleadingly. "Nearly half of everyone's army is besieging the migration force of the Poison Bite Clan, we are stretched to the limit, and one misstep could even result in a two-sided attack! Please give me a reason to feel at ease! Could it be that you still treat me as an outsider? Are you unwilling to put your heart on the line with me?"
Divine Sacred Fire still maintained a polite smile in the face of such a blatant cross-examination.
"Yes, this plan, the fewer people who know about it, the better."
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Veselius Fortress
Horus reverted to his human form, with a graceful fur coat on top of his dragon scale armor. In the light of the sunrise, shining pure silver light.
As early as a few years ago, it was able to control the inner bestiality of the Gothic king, now like a well-dressed elegant nobleman. Calmly sitting on top of the hall. On both sides of the hall, a hundred scaled armor, holding a long-handled axe of the dueling warriors solemnly standing around, if not for the slight trembling of the nose, the onlookers would even think they were iron statues.
"Creak--"
The gate of the castle, which had been repaired, was once again pushed open by the palms of the Goths. Two grotesque creatures, almost human, covered in armor and stripped of their weapons, stepped on top of the hard wooden planks and slowly approached Horus.
Their upper body is a hot young woman, two long, strong thighs, but full of black hair, knees backwards, the end of the leg, the hoof look.
Horus carefully examined some, found their beautiful youthful face on both sides, a pair of twisted hard bone horns, as if gold like brilliant eyes inside, a pair of evil square pupils, like a black hole to attract the attention of the surrounding. The ghastly goat's pupils, as if directly witnessing the distorted, chaotic void itself.
Sutter, or ------ half goat man.
The female Sutter, covered in **, continues to stride forward. Delicate and small even hoof, anti-joint legs, so that she is like a peach-like attractive hips, involuntarily convex backwards, to their own beautiful and beautiful S-shaped body, showing the best, plus that lingering and lovely small tail, this scene wolves look simply can not hold.
Like a statue, standing on both sides of the dueling warriors, instantly produced a shake, neck with that beautiful youkai slowly twisted to the left and right, the blood inside the eyes, also become more dense.
"Forever healthy, Your Majesty." The Sartre chief humbly knelt at Horus' feet. With a voice as beautiful and melodious as that of a nightingale, she slowly spat out the universal words. And next to her, Sartre, already intimidated by Horus's terrifying aura, hands without initiatives, the end of the spine of the goat's tail, shaking more violently and frequently that
"My soldiers, will raise the pastoral flute and scimitar in your hands. In exchange for the entire clan, the right to spend the winter in your land. As a guarantee, I have brought my most loyal lieutenants, with a full three hundred not yet adult Sutter sheep cubs, as hostages, who are already under the supervision of your soldiers."
The werewolf in charge of the headcount nodded silently from a distance, indicating that what she said was true.
"Very well." Horus nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and personally helped the kneeling Sartre chieftain to his feet. "Put her adjutant back in command of the army, and the three hundred sheep cubs, and this female chieftain as hostages and locked up."
"What! This is different from what you said!"
Chief Sutter jerked his head up. The square pupils of the goat trembled violently from fear.
"If I had said the chief as a hostage, you would have sent a small soldier, pretending to be a chief to me. Just like your side, this so-called [deputy], looking wimpy and obsequious, at a glance, he is a coward who has never seen blood." The pale green wolf king rolled his eyes and casually poked Sutter's lie. The muscles under his body expanded rapidly, and in the midst of the two people's frightened gaze, he instantly transformed into a hideous and terrifying pale green wolf!
After facing the wolf king directly from zero distance, that almost substantial monstrous killing intent, the Sutter chief was paralyzed with fear, his body was like sieve-like trembling open, full of black hair, elegant and slender legs between, oozing a puddle of fishy water stains.
"Now you have no more choice. Help me fight, or die." Horus quietly changed back into his human form.
"And one more thing, clean up my floor."
PS: Don't spit on the source of the picture, the online half-sheep people are all male, can only take one in the Quint to fill the number.
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