Chapter 121: Stealing the Sky
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"Greed will kill a person's little life ------ this sentence I remember."
Before Kaan could react from the fear of the hellhound, a tall and robust pale figure actually stepped out of the pillar of flames that went through the sky and the earth.
Pinehurst had cast a [False Life] on himself long before the battle began, and although he was in a great deal of distress, he was still able to resist the blast of flames. Yesterday it rained all day, the ground is all puddles, hit two rolls, you can extinguish the fire to the body, damn it, Christina personally knitted wool shawl, actually burned a hole by this damn priest, you can fucking afford to pay for it ------
In the pale centaur gnashing of teeth, suddenly, a piece of burnt cloth, fell from the top of Pinehurst head. That first began to burn the turban, was completely burned by the flames, the acting chief of that soft and flowing pale hair, and nine devils dancing wildly gold crown, all exposed in full view of the public.
In the distance, Abu Hoss helplessly covered his forehead. And God's chosen descendant, who had been watching the battle, was shocked and opened his silver pupils wide! The sorcery crown that his own family had been pursuing for generations was actually on that centaur's head?!
"NO!!!"
On the other side, the Supreme King let out a desperate cry, and with a broken leg, he tried to retrieve a weapon that could defend himself in front of the dog's mouth, but the vicious dog, whose body was burning with the flames of hell, moved even more swiftly!
The two bony hind legs, a strong stomp, skin and bones of the hideous body, in the air through a burning arc, the whole dog directly pick on Ka'an body! And the sharp front paws entwined with blazing flames, deeply embedded in the broad shoulders of the sacred fire, hideous and horrible head gently deflected, slender canine kiss, heavily bitten on top of Ka'an's long and slender neck.
The deadly canine teeth, cutting the Supreme King's flesh and blood nerves, the throat of the blazing inferno flames, but also burning the other party's blood-drenched miserable wounds.
"A------Alan, Nure, S-----"
The dying Kaan, still dying in a desperate struggle, raised his divine emblem and tried to kill the vicious dog of hell in front of him with divine magic, but the pale centaur, who had fallen for the trick once, would not give him a second chance. A crimson ghostly tentacle, immediately biting at his rear heart, desperately sucking the priest's life energy, temporarily sustaining the warlock's life like a candle in the wind.
A huge battle axe, under the effect of Pinehurst's terrifying brute force, cut a silver-gray killing arc in the air, the sound of the axe blade cutting the air, enough to make everything tremble! Under the assisted aim of the [Keking Machine], the huge rotating axe, precisely cut off Kaan's wrist. It made his right hand, which was clutching the divine emblem, fall heavily to the ground along with the blood in the sky.
"Bang!"
After confirming that the opponent had no ability to resist, Magnus, who had been secretly observing by relying on [Invisibility], also showed his original form in the air. The deadly scorpion tail, accurately stabbed into the left eye of the sacred fire, the little devil viciously pulled, the barb on the tail, directly pulled the other party's broken eye out of the eye socket!
I don't know why, but this little devil has an almost paranoid love for destroying the enemy's eyes.
Along with the fall of the divine emblem, the Supreme King lost his control over the divinity. The mountain-like, sky-blinding shadow of the deity disappeared without a trace. The people who got rid of their control rose up, and the divine chosen descendant arrogantly blew his horn, bringing hundreds of iron-armored, armored, gold-cushioned forbidden guards, striding towards himself, with silver pupils, darting back and forth between the divine emblem and the crown, emitting endless greed.
"It's okay, they are still some distance away from you! Hurry up and hold that divine emblem! Once you take it, you are the second divine fire! The Supreme King!"
"Don't take it! That thing is a scourge! No centaur will willingly submit to your slavery! What's more, it only works on centaurs! Magic pets, summoned creatures are free to act. Look! Ka'an tried to control the Thirteen Clans with it, and what was his result, then?"
"Shut up! That guy was caught off guard! With your power, there's nothing to be afraid of! Toria already has her eyes on your sorcery crown. It's too late if you don't make a move before it's too late! With this oak god emblem, not to mention the two gems in her hand, you can order her to strip dance in front of everyone!"
Looking at the blood-stained Oak God emblem under his hooves, Peinhers had a violent struggle inside, two little people twisting and turning inside his head, and before he could make a choice, the Chosen One's armed guards, and other cheering people, were already less than a hundred feet away! There was no time for further consideration
"Brothers and sisters! Listen to me!"
In a flash of lightning, the pale centaur grabbed the blood-stained divine emblem in his broken hand and raised it high under the guarded gaze of the council army. At the same time, the devil's crown, too, shone with a gentle pink light.
"This is not the emblem of Skerritt at all! Would the god of our faith, like the abominable slave master, enslave his free people?! Would he not put his children, through such a miserable situation?! This emblem is embedded with evil magic! It is not the handiwork of the God of Nature and Community! The Holy Fire Ka'an is nothing but a complete fraud!
Listening to the words of Peinhus, some of the unknown centaurs, nodded with dawning understanding. People will only believe what they want to believe. Because, they can't bear the endless despair that comes from the collapse of faith, or the truth, for that matter.
"Such evil things should never fall into anyone's hands!"
Looking at the God's Chosen Descendants speeding up without saying a word, Peinhers also roared in excitement to the sky! He threw the badge to the ground, and the hellhound, which was spewing flames and black smoke, immediately opened his bloody mouth, which was burning with hellish flames, and spewed out a huge flame, burning the wooden badge to oblivion!
Toriya quietly stared at the pale centaur in front of her, and turned away without making any remarks about the crown, and his act of burning the divine emblem. However, that terrifying silence, but more than any words, is suffocating.
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"That's fine, Painhus! The whole time, I used [Teleportation] to talk to me secretly, so that I could hide the real God's emblem, and then instantly send out [Magic Trick] to forge a counterfeit product that looked similar.
Then, before the crowd reacts, order Cerberus to burn that impostor ------ In this way, while you have the divine emblem, have the power to protect the crown and fight against Toria, you also avoid the covetousness and hatred of other people and horses."
Once again cast the invisibility spell, and Pinehurst played a steal of the day Magnus, while playing with the invisible oak divine emblem. While looking at his feet, the centaurs, who were in the dark, chanted the "great deeds" of the warlock and let out a silent mockery.
"This journey out of the nine prisons of Bateau is really interesting."
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Chapter 122: The Fallen Castle
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"Peinhus!!!"
Christina, with a group of tall and fearless ironclads, squeezed out a hard road leading to her lover from the cheering crowd. The passionate and beautiful rouge blazing horse embraced the bruised and battered pale centaur. Other elites, on the other hand, kept their two chiefs, firmly protected in the center of the crowd.
These Blood Rage elites, who had undergone equipment improvements, both bodies of the human and horse, were draped with heavy locking armor, and shouldered huge two-handed axes, pretended to look happy on the surface, but their hands kept fondling the smooth wooden axe handles, and a pair of wary eyes secretly observed the movements of the Golden Crawler clan.
"Don't worry about it, she wouldn't dare to do it in front of everyone."
Peinhus smoothly embraced the beautiful woman in front of him, feeling the soft, rolling shapely body of the rouge blazing horse, whispering quietly in her ear.
"That's just in case. That woman would even send her own guards to die! There's no telling what else she might do! Oh, by the way, you don't quite understand centaur culture. The duty of forbidden guard is almost always held by a blood relative of the chief, or a friend of life and death."
"Oh? I was appointed as your forbidden guard when I first joined the Blood Fury clan, so ------ at the time, was I considered your blood relative, or a friend from life or death?" The pale centaur spoke with amusement.
"Shut up."
Christina was originally heartbroken looking at the horrible burns on her lover's body. When she heard the warlock's joke, her beautiful cheeks, instantly flew on a tantalizing blush. White slender fingers, daintily point on top of the blisters that were scalded by the flame, painful Pinehurst bared his teeth.
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"Chief, that pale centaur, but wears the supreme crown that has been passed down from generation to generation in your family!"
Looking at Toria without saying a word, she turned around and walked away. The militarized personal guard next to her was instead anxious, and the new captain of the forbidden guard: Gulvia, rushed to her side, slightly bending her four hooves so as not to bump herself into the antler decorations on the helmet of the divine chosen descendant, came together to whisper in her ear.
"It is true that you cannot take a shot at him in front of everyone. But we can buy it with money. Maybe that guy doesn't even know the power of this crown, with what it represents! One hundred, no, five hundred pounds of gold! Plus some magical wonders, we can definitely buy it back from that shabby clan!"
"Pride is shown on the face, not deep inside, Gurvya. Don't take everyone else for fools. Look, Peinhus has cast spells instantaneously many times during the battle, and, his ability to hide the crown as an act speaks volumes - he has an extremely deep knowledge of sorcery crowns.
Hell! That warlock's hair is also white ------ withered bone sacrifice, that prophecy of Abhors ------"
Toria face gloomy almost can drip water, but, if she in full view of the public, to Peinhus hands, then their own promise to unite the clans, is a complete joke, good to gather together the nine clans, will also be chilled, and then fall apart.
Then, we can only slowly play dirty later. Now, the primary goal is to eliminate the remnants of the Supreme King's party.
The God's chosen descendant picked up her cataclysmic battle blade from in front of the sacred fire corpse, and along with the deafening sound of thunder, she pointed the sharp longsword with blinding electric light to the castle in the north. In front of those fellow rebels who looked terrified, she arrogantly ordered in a loud voice.
"Charge!!!"
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"Don't panic! Don't panic! We can hold it off! Close the gates! Block the tunnel!"
Faced with the death of the Supreme King in battle, and the oncoming council army, the four clans scattered in disarray inside the castle. The priests under the command of Divine Fire tried to revive the morale. However, without the intimidation of Kaan and the badge, they could not command the members of the two clans they had just collected.
Kazan's second-in-command and spouse: Auror. With the strong-willed priests, they tried to resist, frantically gathering all their compatriots who did not crumble. In a moment of chaos, the priestess was surprised to find that the people of the Falling Hammer clan did not falter and maintained a high level of discipline under the leadership of their chief.
"Chief Helm! Please bring your Falling Hammer Clan to the battle! With the tall walls, we can resist the Council's hordes! There is still hope for us to turn the tide!"
As if a drowning horse floating in the sea, Aurora tried to grab the last straw on the surface, she frantically ran in the direction of the Falling Hammer Chief, but she was greeted by sharp arrows that covered the sky.
The barbed iron arrows forged by the artisans of Falling Hammer were like flying locusts in the sky, striking the priestess' body in a dense manner.
The sharp arrows could not penetrate the defense of the locking armor, but there were some skilled archers who shot the arrows into the long front legs, white hands, and charming cheeks of the opponent! With a burst of euphonious wailing sound, splashing out a shocking scarlet wave.
"Helm! Are you going to betray the Supreme King as well!"
The Supreme Queen let out a terrified wail, the end of those barbed arrows, tied with flexible hemp rope soaked in animal fat, the fallen hammer soldier put down the longbow in his hand, pulled hard, the iron sharp arrows deep inside her, immediately rubbed against the priestess' delicate flesh and blood, contracted back, the hideous barbs, stuck tightly to her hard bones, instantly took down the young man-horse!
"Sorry, I'm actually undercover."
Looking at the usually towering supreme queen, but now collapsed in a pool of muddy blood, hands and feet were torn by the barbed feather arrows, through, and also dragged all the way to his feet by the soldiers, Helm calmly raised the heavy hammer in his hand, so that the hideous and horrible iron cast hammer face, in the pupils of Aurore constantly magnified ------
"Poof."
"The Supreme King is dead! Now inside the castle, I, the Falling Hammer Chief Helm, have the highest status! You are supposed to obey my command!!!" The Spy Chief waved the huge war hammer stained with brains and blood, and roared loudly inside the castle.
"I command you to open the door and surrender! Only then will the chosen descendants of God forgive your sins! If any of you choose to resist, then Chief Golden Crawler will pour out her boundless rage on the heads of all of you!
At that point, all of you will be cast into the Black Sea! Your souls will be trapped in the darkness of the sea, unable to feel the warm sunlight shining on your face, unable to feel the gentle breeze gently sweeping through the body's fur, and unable to enjoy the beauty of the hoof galloping on the grassland!
Hearing Helm's declaration, the confused people and horses finally regained some sanity. Because of this horrible sit-in, those who insisted on resisting were as if they were their father's enemies! One by one, in order to survive, instantly drew the longbow scimitar at their waist and slaughtered every pious priest of Skerritt beside them.
The successive deaths of the senior leaders of the sacred fire also caused the believers to lose their command and become a chaotic mess, each fighting on their own. It was like a lonely island in the ocean, and it didn't take long to be completely swallowed up by the far greater number of people than they were.
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"Squeak-"
By the time the council army arrived at the city gates, the rebels had finished clearing out the interior. Burning with golden flames of the banner, fell dirty mud, bathed in blood Helm, led the fallen hammer men and horses, opened the heavy gate, the remaining clansmen, trembling kneeling on both sides, to welcome the army into the city.
"Old ------ old friend, I completed my task, Skerritt's Yew, it is you, not you."
Looking at the army walking in the front, fully armed Toria, fallen hammer chief revealed a flattering smile. Before she could set more close, countless verdant and sinuous vines, stretching from the God's Chosen Descendant, turned into a wildly dancing green python, with teeth and claws, bound Helm's six limbs!
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Chapter 123: Thwarting the Bones
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"Toriya?! What are you doing!"
Helm, whose hands and four hooves were tightly bound, let out a terrified scream. Beneath the golden mask carved with flowers, the Chosen One's silver eyes were as cold as the winter of death, so cold that there was not a trace of emotion, making her whole body like an ice cave!
"Helm, my old friend, it's really been a long time, please explain to me about that badge in Kuan's hand, can you?"
Chief Gold Crawler mockingly opened his arms, making an embracing gesture, and hit the nail on the head.
"I ------ him ------ he is too deep in the city, never showed this bottom card! Even I didn't know that he possessed such a terrifying prop!"
"Don't play me for a fool!!!"
Toria, who was filled with rage, roared in anger. As soon as she remembered her proud self, actually kneeling in humiliation in front of the sacred fire hooves in full view of everyone, her willowy soft body trembled gently uncontrollably.
"I just feel strange, why is it that when death comes, the men and horses on the city walls can still laugh at the council's army? It turns out that they all know about the badge and want to watch me make a fool of myself."
"Let me explain! Toriya!" Helm tried to break free from the vines, but, once she saw the blackened army behind Chief Golden Crawler, she gave up struggling and defended herself pale and feeble.
"I noticed that among those mocking the council's men and horses, some of them were carrying iron-cast war hammers. Their faces, moreover, were blackened by smoke - a feature that resembles the forge artisans under you, do not refute me! My eyes are comparable to those of an eagle. The soldier in the middle of the second row behind you, yes, that's him! He was right on top of the walls, laughing at me!"
Toria looked at her best friend in front of her with arrogance, sweating like rain, her six limbs trembling away like sieve chaff, letting the terror slowly escalate in silence.
"Please do not insult my intelligence, your people know about this, why do not you know? Why didn't you tell me such important information?!
Let me guess, you think I will lose, you think the descendants of God's chosen. Unable to win the war, so you wanted to make the mistake and simply defect to the side of Holy Fire! It wasn't until the Supreme King died in battle that you recalled and carried out our plan, was it? You grass of the wall that dances with the wind."
"I'm sorry! Torya! That badge was so terrifying that I was completely unable to resist his divine power! For the sake of our cooperation for many years, please spare me!!!"
Looking at the truth, the clothing called "lies", by the God's chosen descendants gradually torn, the fallen hammer chief like a naked baby, exposed in the endless wolves, let out a fearful wail.
She desperately prayed for her old friend's forgiveness, and then what awaited him was a golden scepter set with two sapphires.
"Gold is an excellent material for conducting magic, magic energy, can be accelerated in its body conduction. However, only gold that has been rigorously calculated and finely carved into a specific shape can carry the terrifying power of these gems to the extreme."
Toria gently glanced behind her at Pinehurst, and on his golden crown, a green, a pink two gems, and whispered softly. That terrifying look sent chills down the pale centaur's spine. Clutching tightly the oak crest inside his pocket.
Then, the divine chosen descendant turned his head back to Helm and slowly said.
"These two arcane gems, which are as blue as the vault of heaven, have been passed down in my family for many years. One is named [Chaos Core], it can increase the wearer's magic damage and magic success probability, and provide some magic resistance. And the other [Vault of the Fallen], as long as the user pays some price, he will cast an identical duplicate spell at the same time when releasing magic, even super magic spells, can also be duplicated together."
The Chosen Descent raised his scepter high, and in an instant the wind and clouds changed color. The whistling gale, pushing the low cloud mass, slowly obscured the azure sky dome, and even the bright sunlight could not penetrate the dark and thick horrible clouds. Along with the lilting thunder low roar, a shocking golden lightning, in the black clouds rushing through.
Toria's left hand slightly raised, thick and terrifying turquoise vines, will be clad in lockjaw armor of the fallen hammer chief, high up in the air. A tiny green vine, rolled up Helm's heavy war hammer made of steel, using it as a lightning rod, one end pointed high in the sky, the other end, attached to the fallen hammer chief, the ghastly white forehead.
"No, no! No!!!"
Faced with the dark thundercloud, which contained a huge amount of electricity, Helm let out a desperate scream.
But that voice, however, was immediately covered by the deafening sound of thunder! All of a sudden, the bucket-thick, dense, uncountable golden lightning, like a flood, and like a collapsed sky, from the dark clouds out of their piercing body, whistling, crowded, pushing, scrambling to fall on the hammer, double the horrific current, into the hammer chief's body!
Lightning that scorching heat, slowly melted Helm's lock armor, hot iron, slowly flowing down, eroding, burning the centaur's tender flesh and blood, accompanied by a horrible black smoke, emitting a charming scorching smell.
The horrible electric current, also in Helm six limbs in the surge, will be her skin surface, leaving like a huge tree, branches and leaves of lightning totem. It would not take long to stop the beating of her two hearts.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Even though the Falling Hammer Chief had long since died, the sky was still filled with thunder and lightning that fell from the vault of heaven at an incredible speed! It bombarded her gradually cold corpse!
The flesh and blood of the body was first evaporated all the water, turned into black charcoal, and then disintegrated by the thunder into pieces of brittle pieces, thick green vines, but also in the electric heat of the burning sky fire, the remains of the body burned to ashes, wrapped by the wind, blowing in all directions.
"I accept your surrender. From now on, we are brothers and sisters fighting for the same goal! But please remember, never think of betraying me. Otherwise, Helm, is your example."
Looking at the rebels who were trembling in the thunder storm, Toria withdrew the storm of thunder. The pitch-black ashes flying in the sky fluttered around with her as the center.
A bright and dazzling golden sunlight was the first to break through the thick clouds that were gradually dispersing, hitting the body of the God's Chosen Descendant just right, making the God's Chosen Descendant, who was clad in golden steel and wooden armor, holding a cataclysmic battle blade in one hand and a golden staff in the other, look like a towering and sacrosanct ------ king.
"No one can betray me, no,"
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Chapter 124: Awakening
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A powerful internal split slowly came to a close with the successive deaths of the four chiefs. Under the coercion of the Golden Cushion Chief, the surrendered people, one after another, used the most tear-jerking and emotional writing style to write out scrolls of weeping family letters and send them to the other half of the army that was still besieging the Poison Bite Clan.
At one time, countless parchment scrolls like goose feather snow, the sacred fire remnants of the party's military camp, completely flooded. The Supreme King died in battle, Skerritt's Yew fell, his wife and children, and fell into the hands of the Council army! If you are not careful, you will suffer the double-sided attack of the poisonous bite and the council!
Grief, anger, fear, endless negative emotions, instantly overwhelmed this small number of partial divisions, destroying their psychological defenses. The sound of sorrowful weeping, and the sound of desperate wailing, hovered over the camp for a long time.
Early the next morning, Chief Poison Bite was surprised to find that the army besieging him had disappeared into thin air - they all withdrew to the fallen fortress and scrambled to swear allegiance to the council. And his own daughter, under the protection of a line of gold-treaded forbidden guards, gleefully swooped into his arms.
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Yew of Skerritt
"These priests can't really enjoy life."
Pinehurst, who was cured of his burns by the druid, looked around speechlessly - the castle's interior house buildings, demolished cleanly by the sacred fire, the four clansman actually pitched rudimentary tents for the night on top of the ruins of sturdy wooden houses ------
The pale centaur was unable to spit for a while. The other centaurs, on the contrary, had an accustomed look. They gathered firewood, around the statue of Skerritt, set up a huge bonfire, cheerfully kill cattle and slaughter sheep, open an altar of Gothic brewed ale, opened a new round of revelry.
Since you can not predict your future fate, then, at least every minute in front of you, live a million wonderful.
The council has just been formed, the nine clans did not recognize the other clan members, what they look like, now, regardless of the status, status, whether you are the chief of the council, or the soldiers of the sacred fire, now are to participate in the carnival brothers and sisters only.
They bragged about their past achievements while raising their glasses to the sculpture of the gods that was surrounded by a dozen huge bonfires in the center.
Of course, no matter which clan, the centaurs' cups were all made from the skulls of orcs, bear goblins, and even elves and humans.
In a wave of joy, Christina and Pinehurst, happily nestled together, accepting the thanks of their fellow countrymen. In addition to individual sinister and cunning guys, the centaurs are straightforward, they have to save their own pale centaurs, offering heartfelt blessings. And real gifts.
The Grey Mane clan sent ten Roman forged Cantos riding lances, the Thunder Spear clan sent a pair of shiny silver, fine quality chainmail shirts ------
The Tasmar, the clan notorious for carrying foreigners to battle, sent a beautiful elven male pet - Chief An Ran suddenly woke up after remembering the gender of the other party and blew the guy back, picking out a cute young elven girl - who knows where they snatched so many elven slaves from.
The first thing you need to do is to look at your lover's ruby-like, dazzling bloodshot eyes, narrowed into a nice bloodshot crescent, smiling and staring at his face, Peinhers immediately decided to give this unlucky elf, to the Drew teacher as a maid, although Henneville has long been used to military service, but at heart, she is still a pampered upper-class nobleman.
Next is the leader of the poet dead, the famous bard Piana. She swayed her slender waist carved with tattoos, the style of the two walked to the front, she ambiguously untied her only piece of clothing: a like fog and water as vague, but also shining with thousands of stars, beautiful tulle cloak.
At this moment, only two blooming on the top of the hill, azure soft roses, can cover the last secret of her gorgeous ketone body.
After feeling the strong hostility of the carmine horse, the beautiful bard smiled gently and provocatively, and gently tied the magical clothing with her body heat and fragrance on the shoulder of the pale centaur.
Pinehurst faintly froze, attention from the poet chief, all shifted to the dream-like star cloak - this is a magical wonders can increase the wearer's charm!
The late arrival of the Golden Crawler Chief was the last to arrive at Pinehurst's side. After the great victory, Toria finally removed the shackles of her armor and wore [casual clothes] for the first time, participating in this grand revelry.
Her body curves God handsome and healthy, but enchanting. The satin-like flowing, silky silver coat, without a trace of impurities. Forehead, ears, wrists, horseshoes ------ wearing gold, precious stones made of exquisite jewelry, in the bright moonlight and hot fire, and the golden crawl chief that silver hair, reflecting the glory.
Toria did not say a word, gently raised his delicate and beautiful chin, left and right guards, immediately took out an antique wooden box, gently placed in front of Pinehurst.
The pale centaur cautiously opened the wooden box, the center of the fur inner cushion, holding a fine head ring cast by gold, the center of a blue stone inlaid.
Another magical curiosity, however, it increases the intelligence of the wearer.
Pinehurst struggled to put on a standard smile, but deep inside, a wave of shock.
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"She actually gave you an intelligence headband! This is a **naked insult!"
Pinehurst excused himself to urinate and hurriedly left the scene of the revelry, and in the darkness, coldly gazed at the distant rushing fire. Magnus, meanwhile, sat on his broad left shoulder and raised his right paw in indignation.
"Yeah, a warning. I'm not some two-headed giant, so naturally I can only wear one headdress, so she wants me to put on this intelligence headband and honestly surrender my sorcery crown. As for the intelligence bonus ------ she meant to tell me to grow a brain and not make any stupid decisions, huh!"
The pale centaur let out a contemptuous laugh, he wanted to throw the magic curiosity in his hand, full of insults, into the deep sea, but, on second thought this thing can be sold for quite a lot of money, and took it back inside his backpack.
"Just like I can see the Bronze Fortress where you live, you can also see the home where I grew up, right? Are you surprised at the tall buildings, the concrete forests, there?"
Painehurst suddenly spoke up and asked.
"Yes, I can see it, but why should I be surprised? It's just a normal world in the multiverse."
The little devil spoke without concern. "I remember this world, Charles Ponzi, in a few hundred years ------ No, the two worlds are not universal in time, anyway, that infamous big devil. Once visited your world, made a serious profit, and returned to hell to continue to get away."
Pinehurst smiled, he was able to travel over, there is nothing strange about people here running to their original homeland.
"You know, in that world, I was all alone. Therefore, in the face of the laughing, evil-minded crowd, and the dark tide of political whirlpool, endless intrigue, I chose to run away, run into the mountains and the suburbs, sound and fury, away from the fight, simply like a timid, humble coward." Painehas remembers, and laughs at, his past.
"But now, I have blood rage clansmen who can fight side by side, brothers and sisters who can open their hearts, Christina ------ who can tell each other their feelings this time, how can I escape and where can I escape to?!"
"Then, you have another choice." Magnus pointed to the top of the nine devils dancing wildly with the horrible golden crown, his eyes stared closely at the change in the warlock's demeanor. Secretly, he tensed the muscles of his whole body.
"Hand it over, with your power and prestige. After getting the sorcery crown, the satisfied Toria, will not be in trouble with you, you can still maintain the peaceful life today."
Hearing the little devil's enthusiastic advice, the pale centaur's pitch-black pupils suddenly burst out deeper than the void to the dark light. The handsome face, slowly emerged a creepy smile like a devil. As if he had made up his mind, all over his body, he exuded a blazing battle intent that was like a raging sea, surging to the extreme.
"No, Magnus. This time ------ I won't run away from it, not anymore." The acting chief played with the oak god emblem in his hand, obsessively stroking its exquisite wooden grain.
"If I want to fight the Gold Crawlers, to fight the Chosen Descendants, I must get the Blood Rage Clan more available soldiers, more allies in Gredinian, more power within the Council!
Yes, the fractured Kingdom of Centauri must be united, and the one who will wear the crown is me from the beginning: Peinhus of Clan Bloodrage! A pale horse! Not some golden and shiny chosen descendant of God!"
Seeing his indentured servant, bursting out with such a strong fighting **, Magnus slackened off, his scorpion-shaped poisonous tail, swaying happily from side to side, revealed a high-minded smile.
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Chapter 125: The concluded covenant
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Early the next morning - Poison Bite Camp
Poison Bite Chief skillfully dissected the corpse of a giant snake, his hair was white, scarred skin, wrinkled and twisted together, miscellaneous hair, as dull as dead grass, the vicissitudes of the eyes, also covered by a layer of shadows symbolizing aging and death, completely.
Even though Sogross has entered the centaur's old age, but his hands to unravel the corpse, but still accurate and solid, sharp dagger, easily cut the throat of the giant snake, carefully remove its full of poison glands. The thumb and forefinger gently squeezed, injecting all the highly poisonous liquid inside into an expensive crystal bottle.
"Phew - job done, what did you just say?" After doing all this, Sogross finally breathed a sigh of relief, took off the thick anti-poison gloves, used the left hand like a dry corpse like withered, gently wipe away the sweat at the temples, turned to look at the visitor who came forward.
"You want to ally with me in the council against Toria of the Golden Crawler Clan?"
"Yes, honored Chief Poisonbite."
Peinhus waited for a long time in the tent and spoke very patiently. Only nine of the thirteen councils remain, excluding Gold Crawler, Blood Fury, and Dead Bone, which remains neutral, five clans have been in contact with Toria for a very long time, Thunder Spear, and Gray Mane have made it clear that they are on Toria's side, and the other clans, I'm afraid, have also planted eyes of the chosen descendants of God, acting chief, and cannot determine their true position.
When you think about it, pulling in the last of the Poison Bite clan to join the council is, I'm afraid, the safest option.
"You want to start a second civil war, just like that Holy Fire Ka'an? Go away, go away, I'll pretend you never came." Sogros waved his hand impatiently.
"On the contrary, the one who wants to provoke a civil war is not me, but rather the chief of the Golden Crawler Clan." The pale centaur spoke calmly. "At first, she swore that she would respect the sovereignty of each clan and establish a democratic system of government just like ancient Rome. But Toria wanted to abolish all the tribes and become the emperor of all the centaurs, and the council, was just a front for her to gather everyone together. Behold, now she has abolished the flags and totems of four clans, and the ashes of the fallen hammer chief, still float near the city gates."
"So? The hero of the Blood Fury clan is a little bit greedy and wants to pull us in to overthrow the Golden Crawler and make himself emperor? Sorry, I'm too old to get involved in your boring struggle." Chief Poison Bite was unmoved and hit the nail on the head with Pinehurst's true motive.
Peinhus was silent for a moment, he gazed at the other party's dim pupils that seemed to see through everything, through the vicissitudes, and chose to be frank.
"Don't be too quick to refuse just yet, chief of the poisonous bite. You came out at first, not very clear about the character of Chief Golden Crawler, perhaps you can't trust me, but, you should always trust your own daughter, right?"
"Daughter? I have eleven daughters, which one do you mean?" Hearing such a statement from Peinhers, Sogros asked with some doubts.
"It is the Lillian that you sent to the council in response to Toria's call." The pale centaur was somewhat speechless, eleven daughters could be okay.
At the chief's summons, Lillian hummed a little song and jumped to her father's side. Pink little face, intimately rubbing her father's coat.
"You may question her. After your clan, surrounded by sacred fire to persuade surrender. What did Chief Gold Crawler do to her."
Sogros got nervous for the first time, after the return. He only roughly asked how his daughter was doing, and did not question in detail. Lillian was so young and did not know many things!
"When the news of the clan's siege reached the south, did that blinged-out bitch give you a hard time?"
Thinking of this, Chief Poison Bite uneasily bent his front hooves and fell to his knees. Withered and huge hands gently held on her shoulders.
"No." Lillian bit her fingertips in confusion.
"The aunt with the golden glitter is the one who split me up from everyone and gave me a particularly, particularly beautiful house filled with all kinds of beautiful flowers. It was surrounded by shiny golden aunts and uncles. They were very friendly to me, the food was delicious, and they just wouldn't let me out of the house or allow me to meet other fellow human beings."
"Do you understand? Children do not understand such things, but we know it by heart. Today she has placed your daughter under house arrest and is trying to blackmail you into returning to the council when you join the Holy Fire.
So, next time, what will happen?
And. I suggest that you thoroughly investigate the guards who protected Lillian's return, and they have not said a word to you about such a big matter. I'm afraid that these people's loyalty to you has been shaken by the temptation of the gold cushion."
The aging face of Chief Poison Bite that was covered with furrows. An incomparably angry scowl erupted momentarily, then returned to a rippling calm.
"Understood, pale horse. In the case of not threatening the life and death of the clan. Poison Bite will work side by side with Blood Rage."
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On the other side, Abaddon also took his scouts and reported this civil unrest of the centaurs to the pale green wolf king, one by one. Horus immediately decided to take advantage of the time when the main force of the centaurs was stationed in Skerritt, and led his army to go straight to Diodosia. Trying to recapture this rich seaside city.
The half-human, half-goat Satyrs, as well as a troll war gang hired by the wolves with money, went ahead to harass the centaur main force and delay their return.
As for the ransom promised by Eugene? At this moment, Horu has recovered the fortress and the western coast, and has enough soldiers and energy to start a head-to-head duel with the Centaur Council.
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"Hoo-hoo- finally."
A huge, ugly, knee-high arms, dark green humanoid monster looked out at the fires of the distant city. Under the faint moonlight, there were 500 or so ugly, huge monsters like him, with thousands of hideous, ghastly almond-yellow pupils that glowed greedily in the darkness.
And a large number of Satyrs with long reverse-jointed double hooves, also riding steeds, seated wolves, holding pastoral flutes and scimitars, fighting side by side with the troll war gang under the pale green wolf flag.
"Ahem." The most massive troll leader cleared his throat, before raiding the city of centaurs, he was ready to learn from the elves and humans. Open a rousing speech.
"Don't be afraid of any difficulty we meet! Face it with a smile! The best way to eliminate fear even if you face it! Perseverance is victory, Ollie!
"Ollie give!!!"
The five hundred trolls were in high spirits, while Sartre, unhappily, covered his ears, proficient in music, they detested this noisy "noise."
On the other hand, the centaur scouts scattered around the city, also attracted by the rousing roar of the trolls, raised their longbows in fear.
Their sneak attack plan was declared a failure before it even began.
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