Chapter 131: White Horse vs. Coyote (II)
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After suppressing the rebellion of the barbarian priests, Christina and her party, with most of the elite, went north to attack the army of the Holy Fire Ka'an. There is really no time to take into account these followers of the God of Punishment, had to temporarily put these fanatics, placed in a small dark room, waiting for their return to slowly deal with.
However, the plan failed to catch up with the change, and the warlockess struck first and opened the cage where these barbarians were imprisoned.
"Mmm! Mmm!"
Recognize the identity of Henneville's Asana, let out a whimper of anger, like a flame like the magnificent orange hair, the hatred distorted above the delicate face, a pair of almond-yellow crystal pupils, as if burning a substantial hatred of anger.
"Hey, we have fought side by side for a while at least, don't look so intimidating." The Draco elves did not care to step forward, across a body of priests bound into dumplings, came to the side of the barbarian general. The black jade like smooth and slender fingers, gently across the other gaunt face, slowly pulled out the female priest's mouth, was stuffed with the bulging wet leather.
"Cough, cough, we thought you died out there and everyone tried to give you a heroic funeral, but I didn't expect it! Black skin! You're actually in cahoots with these half-human, half-horse monsters! The Droids are really a bunch of devious and cunning villains!" Asana coughed dryly a few times, moved the tongue that was numbed by the pressure and sneered.
"Don't mention the past, human." The exotic and exquisite face of the Draconian elf was instantly covered by a horrible shade. "It was you who betrayed me first! My teammates fell one by one on the cold grasslands, we sent countless signals for reinforcements, but not a single one!"
"You're the one who ran too far away! A bunch of monster colonies nearby, reinforcements simply have no way to arrive, we can't be blamed for this!"
"Those damn goblins are too many, they completely block the road to the south, and I can only flee to the north if I don't want to die!" Henneville's words changed, and her grim expression was suddenly replaced by arrogance. "Forget it, it's pointless to talk about these past matters. Say, what is your purpose for mixing into the Blood Fury Clan."
"Why would I tell a dark-skinned man about my plans! The followers of the God of Punishment will never yield to any enemy." Asana straightened her spine and spoke with great righteousness, that generous and righteous naive look, making the Drow elves feel a moment of speechlessness.
"Why should I torture you? Name your wish, priest. I'll grant it for you, but, in exchange, you must help us win a war."
Hearing the female warlock's answer, Asana and a group of priests, quizzically cocked their heads. The Draconian elves did not know why they looked at the serious face that did not look like a lie. Then look at the flames rushing behind the door, a sudden realization, have revealed a gloating look.
This gang of half-human, half-horse monsters also had a day when they were attacked by other forces and plundered.
"Don't get too happy, priests. The guys outside who are attacking the city are Gothic barbarians who have been transformed into bloodthirsty werewolves." Henneville said contemptuously. When she mentioned the word "werewolf", all the priests' faces were coiled with endless fear and disgust, and every small change in their facial expressions was seen by the warlockess.
"Let me guess, the entire human population of Gredinian has now turned into bloodthirsty beasts. Why are you the only ones, who still remain in human form? Did the God of Punishment refuse to raise some furry puppy dogs?
Ah, if so conceived, the logic makes sense, your missionary endeavors were ostracized by the wolves, and the only Goths who remain prototypes now are the slaves under us - so you remnants of the old days had no choice but to infiltrate the Bloodrage camp and secretly develop your power.
Ha! I'm sorry, but if our men and horses lose the battle, those humans, will absolutely be transformed into brand new beasts by the werewolves outside. Eastgoth will submit to the paws of that giant wolf, not the gods you believe in. Your lifelong vision will be completely disillusioned."
Asana's pretty face, a trace of fear flashed, each word from the other side's mouth, smashed precisely on top of her fragile heart.
"It is well this way. I will allow you to spread the doctrine among the slaves." After carefully observing the other party's change of expression for a while, Henneville was sure of her speculation.
"What?" The female priest grew her eyes incredulously, looking at the black skin in front of her with confusion.
"I say, I allow you to preach like those humans, and you can even build a shrine in the city. I also allow that you can redeem your freedom in life with battle merits or money."
"What a generous offer, so the price, is for us to join in the war with the wolves?"
"Yes." The Draconic elf nodded seriously. "The enemy of an enemy is a friend, isn't it. As a friend, I will even allow you to pay back slowly in the form of a loan when you ransom these thousands of humans for their freedom."
Asana that exquisite and beautiful face, like a walking lamp constantly changing, hatred, fear, shock, joy, doubt ------ finally settled in a dead calm.
"This is the Centaur's lair, what makes me believe that a Drow Elf, can make such a big decision?" The female priest slowly narrowed her eyes, a pair of beautiful almond-yellow eyes. Emitting a suspicious light.
"Ah, this question? Because their chief, very, very favored me oh." A beautiful blush, suddenly blooming in Henneville that exquisite and delicate above the dark cheeks, delicate and seductive red lips, gently spitting out the sweet sound that makes people tingle, willowy and enchanting body, but also overflowing with an extremely rich spring.
"No wonder these people and horses, can tolerate you living among them ------ Forget it, this is your own choice of lifestyle, it has nothing to do with me, just remember your promise." Asana looked at each other's eyes, a few more disgust and spiteful. But the suspicious gaze, but all dissipated.
"I'll keep that in mind." The Drow elves drew a small knife from their waist and began to release the priests in doing so. The first thing they did when they regained their freedom was to kneel down and meditate, praying reverently for the power of divine magic.
Looking at the priests who prayed with their eyes closed, Henneville also put away that charming pretense and rolled her eyes as if in mockery. Commitment? The contract is not written, the handprint is not pressed, not to mention the pledge of any valuable items, even the soul of the [verbal agreement], also deserve to be called a promise? The human barbarians are good at cheating, more than 20 priests, when the main force of blood rage back, backhandedly caught you.
After all, swindling slaves to fight and die on the front lines is considered a traditional art of the Drow elves.
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Chapter 132: White Horse vs Coyote (3)
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Looking at the sea, the continuous sea of fire, Abaddon grew up in surprise, panic orders the fleet to retreat at full speed, spare, there are still a few too fast small ships, wrapped in the fierce wind of the fiery flames, completely engulfed.
The elite werewolves, in the deadly heat, and choking smoke have jumped into the sea to survive, but were dragged by the clattering heavy chain armor, all the way to the dark abyss of the sea.
"Don't panic! When the grease is burned out and the fire is extinguished, we'll re-attack!" The Great Predator calmed the troops while stroking the furry head of his animal companion.
It was an exaggeratedly large and terrifying brown bear, ten feet long and weighing a ton. The dark brown fur is almost pure black, the broad bear paws than the head of the wolves, but also fat on a few circles, like a dagger like huge sharp claws, reflecting the creepy cold light, dripping blood, but also down it was dyed scarlet face of the blood basin, gurgling out.
This brown bear just hungry, down the boat to catch a few sea fish, at the moment, is crouched behind Abaddon, feast.
"Quick! Get whatever you can and block the road to the port! Sooner or later, the grease will burn out!" The council also realized the threat to the port and hastily detached some men to organize the southern fortifications. Deep pits were dug in the middle of the road, countless sharp stakes with sharpened tops were inserted at an angle, and layer after layer of rudimentary, but dense, wooden refusal horses were built, and Ferol joined the defense with more than sixty hill giants.
These ugly gargoyles with muscles in their brains, whose marching speed is really not flattering, did not join the expeditionary force, and at the moment, they carried a heavy stone block the size of a pony to serve as both a defense line for the men and horses, and their own bomb-throwing silos.
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Looking at the sky-rushing flames in the south, Horus frowned in dissatisfaction. Abaddon's landing plan had failed. However, it didn't matter. The wolf druids have blocked the sky to the maximum extent, the news arrived at the northern castle, well, it takes a day, those four-hoofed monsters, hoofed across the mountains and grasslands, at least to consume a full two, three days and nights. Plus Sutter's raids along the way ------ so count, they have about five days.
"Set up camp out of their range, urge the wolves stationed at South Sea Watch to move faster. Eugene, you take 5,000 werewolves and all the warlock troops, I don't care what method you use, blow up the mountain to seal the road, human stacking, in short, the mountain road connecting Iron Peak Fortress and Diodosia, must be completely blocked! Further delay the arrival of reinforcements."
After the Cang Qing Wolf King finished speaking, he left the battlefield without looking back. He originally wanted to collaborate with sea and land for a quick battle, therefore, he threw a large amount of siege equipment that would delay the speed of the march inside the nearest Nanhai Watch, which now seemed to be a wrong decision.
Forget it, there is still quite a lot of time to spend a day, and it's not too late to wait for those heavy ordnance to arrive in the siege.
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Skerritt's Yew
Just when Horus surrounded Diodosia, the council, which had gotten the news early, also prepared the necessary provisions for the road as fast as possible and ran frantically to the south, with the terrifying sound of tens of thousands of horses' hooves crushing the earth, making the sky shake.
No food, provisions dragged, the fastest speed of the wind howling clan, but also into a whistling gale, just four hours, they flew back to the Iron Peak Fort, assembled in advance inside the men and soldiers, ready for a large number of iron, food and grass. The vast army of the council followed closely behind. With a speed that far exceeded Horus' expectations, it spanned a distant road of nearly 100 kilometers.
In accordance with the oath, the Blood Rage Centaurs must be responsible for maintaining the stability of the North after quadrupling in size. Clearing the northern border of monster hordes. Christina returned to the base camp with the incredibly loyal Ironclad Fearless, ready to bring the remaining clansmen, as well as the livestock that roamed the mountains, back to Skerritt's Yew, far from the council's supervision.
And Pinehurst, with the new addition to the clan, the chaotic and restless 3,000-odd people, to guard this seaside castle, responsible for blocking those horse-backed Sats, to avoid the speed of the council army back, delayed by these half-man, half-goat monsters. The Thunder Spear clan, loyal to the chosen descendants of God and each raised on protein powder, also stayed behind.
Write to work side-by-side and read to monitor and check.
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"Pale horse, do you rely on these 3,000 people, we have to guard this northern fortress, but also to fight to the death with Sartre, say in advance, if you dare to drag me down, the old mother's army, will crush the enemy and you together!" Thunder Spear Clan's muscle sister Gui uneasily came over. Look at these rabble and frown.
These defeated troops are all listless, their clan was dissolved by the council, formerly fighting side by side brothers and sisters, but also by Tolya dismantled, respectively, to join the nine clans under the banner to circumvent the rebellion - after a series of operations, the morale of these people almost fell to the bottom.
"Dear Chief Sandra, I am not a god, I am not capable of making this rabble, in a short period of time, into an elite soldier who is ordered to fight, however, making them transform into cruel and bloodthirsty warriors, there is still a probability of achieving it. Please keep an eye on Sartre's movement first, I need a little time for these people to recover their will to fight."
Pinehurst shook his head helplessly, walked up to the 3,000 whispering horses and men, and used illusionary sound magic to create an ear-splitting noise that drew everyone's attention, to himself.
Seeing the pale figure with the golden crown, all the men and horses stepped back in fear - they would never forget the miserable scene of the invincible Holy Fire Kazan, whose body was shattered, his wrists slashed and his eyes gouged out. In their minds, Pinehurst was already equivalent to the embodiment of death.
"I, Acting Chief of Clan Bloodrage: Pale Horse, welcome you all to Clan Bloodrage.
I understand that you are hungry and have gone through a lot of hardships to get rid of the horrible white plague in the north.
I understand that your livestock and property have been flooded by the snow and you are in desperate need to rebuild your homes and tents.
I understand that you are on the wrong side, that all four clans have been disbanded, that brothers and sisters have been separated, that life has become even poorer - but this is also a new opportunity! A new beginning! You will gain more wealth under the banner of Blood Rage! More glory!"
Looking at the people in front of him, by his own words, provoked some interest, Pinehurst continued to talk about the simple rules that he had stayed up all night, with the help of the code of successive generations, improvised.
"The rules of the Blood Rage Clan are simple. It is forbidden to harm your brothers and sisters who are fighting alongside you. Those who kill pay for their lives, and those who steal and rob are punished publicly according to the value of their items."
"So, what about cattle and sheep? Where are the livestock? The divine fire promised that he would give us unimaginable livestock and wealth, but died tragically at your hands, unable to fulfill his promise at all. Pale horse, do you also want to write some verbal checks and trick us into working for you! We won't fall for it a second time!"
A strong human horse. Calling loudly. The clansmen next to him, also heartily echoed the call.
"Silence!!!" Peinhers once again used [Phantom Technique] to cause a creepy noise and subdue the crowd that was agitated.
"It should be clear to you that Bloodrage was one of the first clans to plunder Gredinian, accumulating mountains of cattle and sheep." Peinhus looked at the crowd on the stage, who kept nodding, and continued. "Your supreme chief, who has returned to Diodosia, has driven the herds toward here-let's put it this way: on average, each tent gets one hundred and twenty sheep, more than thirty cows, and five steeds.
However, I will not divide it evenly. You know well the mission of the Blood Fury Clan, we are to hold the Yew of Skerritt and fight to the death against the allied forces of the Sath and the Trolls. For every Sartan you kill, you must cut off their left ear as a voucher.
The livestock that roamed the hills and the spoils of the great victory returned to you all depended on the number of ears in each of your hands for distribution.
As for status? The strongest will get it! Every hundred tents will give one hundred households, and every ten hundred households will give one thousand households. All of them will be filled by the most brave and warlike people. If you think you have what it takes, you can even challenge the stronger clan members in front of the two sisters Christina and Christian and me! For example, if you beat the black-cloaked Curonian, then you are the chief of all the marauders, beat me, and you are the acting chief! Get more wealth and glory!
Get the picture? Bloodrage is a fair, enlightened clan. Every one of you, you have the possibility to get a mountain of cattle and sheep! Even be promoted to the chief of the clan! Your future depends on your own hands! Pledge your allegiance to your chief, AlanNure Christina!"
More than three thousand horses on the stage grew their mouths in surprise. This series of competition mechanism to enhance wealth and status was simply unheard of. They even thought they would be reduced to slaves of the blood rage centaurs, or even worse. Unexpectedly, the treatment was even more generous than Sacred Fire! More practical!
After the shock, more than 3,000 horses and men raised their arms in exultation! Sweeping away the previous incomparably disheveled lazy state, transformed into a boiling sea of waves!
"AlanNure Christina!!!"
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The pale centaurs spent a whole day to organize their army. Among the 3,600 horses and men, there were 1,000 children who were not yet adults, and members who could not participate in the battle because of illness, pregnancy, and other various reasons, and only 2,000 people were really able to fight. They were divided into two brigades of a thousand men, led by twenty hundred and two thousand. The two were the ruthless and sophisticated Kulonia - three clans of senior personnel, after being secretly swept away by the Council a wave, no one can really beat this high-ranking predator.
There was another man, the youngest son of the Chief of Falling Hammer, a fourth-ranked barbarian. Toria cut off the grass, after executing Helm, assassinated all her daughters to prevent these Daughters of the Fallen Hammer, gather the remnants of the Fallen Hammer and make a mess. However, she did not care about the sons of the fallen hammer, who did not have a trace of inheritance.
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After discovering that the centaurs were retreating south, the allied forces of Sartre and the trolls, immediately emerged from the north, trying to harass, block, and break out into one bloody battle after another with the Thunder Spear centaurs.
But, the next day, they were horrified to find a staggering number of human armies pouring out of the castle - men bearing the shockingly red skull banner, led by a pale figure wearing a golden crown of nine devils dancing wildly, glowing in the light of the bloody sunset.
And the vast army of centaurs under him, but also deadly stare at his own head, the pupils of different colors, bursting out of the incomparable greed of the horror of the gaze, blazing eyes, almost burned his skin, as if in the eyes of the centaurs, he is not some difficult enemy, but a rare treasure?
Pinehurst with two dark circles under his eyes, tired, but satisfied to observe the changes in his men. Driven by profit and glory, they all showed a crazy and cruel smile, two heartbeats beat more and more fierce, breathing also became more rapid, heavy, six limbs, emitting a surging killing **. Under their own orders, one bent bow and arrow, scrambling to be the first to charge the Sartre army! With one voice, they raised their voices to the sky!
"EARS!!!"
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Chapter 133: White Horse vs Coyote (IV)
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The time passed quietly with both sides planning intensively.
The next day, a force of about two thousand unarmored men and horses with newly forged iron spears and giant composite longbows assembled at Iron Peak Fort. Together with Maide's four hundred wind howlers, they took the lead in approaching the south. The iron hooves of the council, which made the sky tremble, also gradually approached the mountains in the south.
The wolves, on the other hand, assembled a second humble fleet from Port Carlos, Jeptonia, Cesonius, Hipporah, and South Sea Watch during this time, and brought more food provisions along the coastline of Gredinian towards the battlefield, to provide a constant supply of fresh blood for Horus' army.
More importantly, Horus finally found the pit of ten thousand wolves that had been buried by the concentration of centaurs. Gavel Loken. The blackened corpse that was completely engulfed by the flames and burned to charcoal was also brought to the eyes of the pale green wolf king by the fallen priest who was draped with ghastly white bones and painted with skull patterns.
"Wake him up, I want to talk to my brother, I want to know, under whose hands he died! Twenty to thirty thousand wolves, how did he lose Diodosia! And, those men and horses, who was their leader, what did their tactics look like, and what kind of cards they were hiding!" Looking at his brother's remains, Horus's emotions, slightly out of control.
"Your Majesty, please forgive my lack of talent, according to my current attainment in divine arts, I can only support the remnants of this corpse to answer your three questions." Asana's once powerful men, now disguised as wolves, abandoned by the god of punishment, fallen into the darkness of the fallen priests, humble prostration at the feet of Horus.
"Let's begin." The Cang Qing Wolf King calmed down his excitement and said indifferently.
"Your will be done." The fallen priest slowly rose, strung together with ropes, draped over the wolf's white bone pendant, clashing together with a crisp reverberation in the spacious interior of the tent.
The tent became dimmer and dimmer, and the temperature around it became colder and colder. As if the tent is crowded with countless heads of dead souls.
Suddenly, the priest's sharp wolf claws, ruthlessly stabbed into Gavel's long-stopped beating heart, clutching the left claw of the divine emblem, gently brushing over Lorcan's eyes - the long-dead corpse actually twitched wildly, the closed eyelids raised slightly, revealing two balls of gelatinous mucus that had long been melted by the flames. Deep in the throat, issued a creepy wail as if from hell.
"Please seize the time to ask! Your Majesty! Remember! His remaining soul and divine will can only answer you three questions!"
"I've come to take your body home, brother." Horus sorrowfully knelt in front of Gavel's corpse. The magnetic voice, as if with some kind of magic, made the corpse that was twitching and wailing in front of him, slowly settle down.
"Answer me, what does the Centaur's tactics look like? What are their hidden cards? What are their weaknesses, and what are they?"
The charred corpse twitched and wiggled its long-dead lips and tongue with difficulty, spitting out a fragmented message.
"He ------ couldn't catch up with them while they were flying and shooting arrows ------ everyone. Hill giant ------ storm warlock ------ strong, powerful druidic magic. Weakness, not ------ not, not know."
After saying the three answers, the pitch-black corpse completely stopped beating and fell back into a dead silence.
"Don't know? Cut, a wasted question. You! Pull two more Duelist corpses over. I remember that you can use the three-ring magic three times a day? Then, I can ask six more questions."
Horus said indifferently. "The intelligence hidden in these questions will shape the victory or defeat of this war."
"Your will be done." The fallen priest bowed lightly and slowly withdrew from the tent.
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Early the next morning
The transport ships of South Sea Watch finally arrived at the front line. Pieces of rough parts were carried down to the land from the ship's hold by the logistics servants disguised as bloodthirsty wolves. They were quickly assembled into twelve rough and rudimentary, but large enough and thick enough ropes of torsion stone throwers, shooting out a huge block of stone projectiles, making them accompanied by a harsh whistle that tore the air, smashing a horrible crater and fissure on the walls of Diodosia.
Looking at the terrifying power of the stone throwing machine, a wave of joy erupted from the black sea of wolves, and the flying stones, along with the shock wave, splashed out the debris and dust, for a time, pressed the men and horses on the walls, unable to lift their heads.
"Damn it! Those stone throwers are so far away from us that arrows flying there probably won't even penetrate the linen, where are the druids of the dead bones? Tell them to finish off those werewolf war machines!" The men and horses, who were hit extremely badly by the stone throwing, ran down the ramp with their bodies covered with dust, and ran down the rickety walls.
"Are you kidding me! The muscular heads of the Thunder Spear Clan!" The druid left behind by Abhoos sneered back at the muscular warrior left behind by Sandra. "Didn't you see how dense the werewolves were next to the stone thrower? I'm not going to die. Besides, who are you to command our dead bone sacrifice with a thunder spear?"
"All right, stop bickering and get to the coast and find the Blood Fury Centaurs! Get their hill giants over here," sighed a centaur from Grey Mane, holding his forehead. Without the suppression of the chiefs, the friction and conflicts between the clans were amplified. Before the chosen descendants left, there was no provision for unified leadership, the clans fought their own, at best, with good relations with the guys, side by side for a period of time.
After hearing the call of the blood rage centaur, the king of the hill giants, Ferol, with a smile on his face, ran over and accepted the order of the centaur, then nodded and returned to his clan, commanding more than sixty giants with huge bodies and baskets of stones on their backs, hurrying to the north. city walls.
"FIRE!!!"
Under the order of Horus, twelve stone throwing machines once again blasted out a round of huge stone bombs that covered the sky, smashing the walls with hideous cracks like spider webs.
A huge stone, cutting a terrifying arc in the air, just happened to hit the city's wooden door - the thing made a loud, earth-shattering sound, and was directly blown apart by the boulder, the tyrannical shock wave, wrapped in dense, sharp wood chips, like a tsunami flooded the narrow canal, zapping the people hiding behind the door, into Blood and flesh hedgehog.
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Chapter 134: White Horse vs. Coyote (V)
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"The city gates are busted! Carry some random stuff to plug the gap! Quickly!" The Jin Cui governor who stayed behind shouted and howled loudly, and several human horses, covered with gold glitter, scrambled to carry some sharp rejecting wooden stakes. However, when they saw the hideous corpses inside the tunnel, which were ravaged into flesh and foam by the debris and wood slag, they still hesitantly stopped their horses.
"Don't, be, afraid! We, are coming!"
At that moment, the giants of the hill came slowly from the south with heavy steps that made the earth tremble. The rock-like hard, rough feet, carefully across the Gothic-style wooden houses, each landing, can be in the street, raising a burst of dust in the sky.
Three behemoths, from the bone basket, took out a dozen pony-sized rocks, barely blocking the narrow tunnel. The rest of the giants, who were not as tall as the city walls, were guided by the men and horses, and their sturdy arms were like windmills spinning at high speed, throwing a round of gray shadows that covered the sky in the direction of the rock throwers. The horrific rocks, whistling across the azure sky, slammed heavily into the sea of wolves, still tumbling forward, plowing a hellish furrow stained with blood and mud.
"Are you all trash! I can't believe you didn't hit a single stone thrower! It's too close, throw it farther away! Yes, yes, yes, arm a little to the left!" The wind howling centaur who had risked his life to climb the wall, ducked low to avoid a huge rock that the werewolf had countered with, and roared loudly in anger.
"Understood."
From deep in his throat, the hill giant let out a disgruntled mutter, slightly aligning his arm and starting a second round of flak. This time, the boulders, which were flying in the sky, luckily landed near the war machines, smashing them and loading and shattering two of the torque throwers.
With that, the stone thrower and the hill giant began a new round of sparring, the former too bulky and slow-moving, their every move hacked into the eyes of the men on the walls. The latter, on the other hand, hid behind a high wall invisible to the wolves, throwing a round of boulders and changing places, mockingly watching the wolves and blasting the place where they once stood, into ruins. After about an hour, Ferol's rock-throwing team, hard, destroyed all the werewolves' war machines.
"Whew - that's, the, last, rock-throwing, thing, up."
The hill giants panted and wiped their sweat, and were just about to take a rest when a vapid wind howler warlock, with a pack of gnomes called Tasmar, came scrambling from afar to tell his compatriots the horrible intelligence - that the fires in the southern harbor, after burning all day and night, had finally gone out, and the great marauders' fleet had cut through the the dark sea, with the hard bows of their ships, and crashed hard against the charred shore.
At the same time, watching the main force of centaurs gathered in the western wall, the wolves located in the east, also like a monstrous wolf, tirelessly ramming the eastern wall!
Diodosia faced land on three sides, and only the south bordered the Black Sea. Centaur had to split his army into four parts. Previously, the stone throwers pounded the western walls, and Abaddon was eyeing the southern coast. The vast majority of soldiers, therefore, were gathered in these places.
The garrisons in the east and north are too thin. There was no way out. The Golden Crawler Governor himself led the army, which shone with brilliant golden light, and galloped above the narrow streets, quickly rushing to the east to support his allies. The hill giants, on the other hand, also dragged their weary steps and returned to the Blood Fury Clan.
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Southern Seaport.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Herniwell's face was white, she danced her graceful and attractive body, softly chanting arcane magic incantations, rising and throwing a hot burning fire ball, in the center of the Abaddon fleet, exploded a magnificent, beautiful scarlet clouds, thousands, trailing black flames of flame meteors, spraying around, I do not know how many ships, burned to ashes. I don't know how many wolves in heavy armor were buried at the bottom of the sea.
However, the number of opponents was just too many, accompanied by the deafening sound of crashing, a huge wooden ship, ruthlessly crashed into the black sandy beach covered with ashes and charcoal. Endless bloodthirsty werewolves in heavy armor, holding up their shields, bathed in a majestic rain of arrows, jumped off the tall prow of the ship and raised their voices to the sky!!!
"Woo-"
Luga decisively blew the horn of charge, ignoring the warnings of Ka'ang and the Drow elves, and led several hundred warriors to launch a righteous charge, trying to kill and crush the wolves when they had just landed and had not yet formed up.
Hundreds of Centaur warriors shot three quick shots, killing and disrupting the vanguard of the wolves, then immediately withdrew their composite longbows and turned their hands to draw their slender iron spears, which were like a sharp pointed knife, cutting and tearing the whole dark tide of wolves into bloody pieces.
The sharp spear tips, fiercely piercing the tiny slits of the locking armor, penetrated the flesh and blood of the werewolves, causing countless broken steel rings, and the bewitching and mournful blood-colored roses, to bloom in the air. The clanging sound of metal hitting each other, the scraping sound of iron blades cutting through flesh and blood, and the battle cry of both sides fearing death resounded through the clouds!
The huge mass of the centaur that weighs a ton, in the midst of high-speed running, becomes more and more horrible, like a chariot constructed of flesh and blood, directly able to smash the fragile bones of the dogs in front of them, the black sea of wolves, the impact of the east and west, countless traumatized fallen wolves, and the hard hooves of the horses, trampled into a puddle of dead meat mud.
"ROAR!!!"
The blood-soaked Luga, who was so excited to kill, threw away the blood-stained spear that had penetrated two werewolves in his hand and pulled out the sharp sword at his waist, cutting a harsh arc in front of his body. The Gothic barbarians' locking armor manufacturing technology is quite primitive. A tiny wire, just nestled in a circle, the head and tail are pinned together, then the work is done. Neither welding, nor rivets fixed.
The centaur's terrifying strange force, together with the heavy iron sword, was enough to beat the iron rings until they were twisted and deformed. The short-sleeved lockets on the werewolf, along with the scraping sound of metal, and the dazzling sparks from the impact, fell apart, and a large number of broken rings, like rain, fell to the ground, tinkling.
Luga shifted his weight, and the iron sword swung across the chest of the dueling warrior for the second time, tearing out a huge bloody scar and exposing the scarlet heart to the air, which was also beating more and more weak and feeble.
"ROAR!!!"
Suddenly, a huge brown bear, from the bow of the ship leapt up, like a tarzan crushing the general, landed heavily in front of the Luga, two huge bear paws, fiercely pressed on the shoulders of the man and horse, directly bent the enemy's horse hooves.
The reckless warrior let out a roar, trying to get rid of the bear's paws, but a skyward hair braid, quietly poking out of the top of the brown bear's head, followed by a black fluff-covered, cruel and sinister wolf's face, the end of the furry wolf's paws, which grasped an exquisite hand crossbow burning with fiery fury, flame burst enchanted!
Abaddon, riding on the bear's back, didn't hesitate to pull the crossbow, shooting a blazing meteor that sent him whistling, roaring and flying, ripping right through and through Luga's forehead! Setting all his brown hair on fire!
At the same time, the Great Predator right paw, a single-handed grasp of an unusual human hands are difficult to dance skeletal giant sword, easily cut an arc of death, the wind whistled through the skull holes on the sword grid, emitting a scary ghostly cry!
The powerful blade of the sword, as if destroying the flesh and skin of the horse and blood, slashing the tendons and bones of the enemy, without pause, cut off the head of a warrior!
"Pull back! Quickly! Are you Thunder Spear's group of muscle idiots? It's not like you've never seen the crazy, ruthless, cold-blooded look of the wolves, how could they possibly be crushed by a single charge?!"
Caen was furious and reorganized the battle line. The streets leading to the port were blocked with boulders and horses. Behind them stood blood rage horses with bent bows and arrows. A large number of Gothic slaves, led by the Drow elves and Asana, hid in houses and roofs, and drew their short bows at their fallen compatriots. Countless priests stood by, ready to save the wounds of friendly troops.
The God of Punishment was exceptionally generous to humans. Asana and other priests, in just one day, taught thirteen unarmed slaves to become first-class priests, and Henneville swore that she had never seen a spider goddess in her life that would allow so many humble mortals, who had no previous knowledge of her, to become pious priests serving under her sharp spider legs in a short period of time.
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Chapter 135: White Horse vs. Coyote (VI)
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"Thank His Majesty for the gift he has given you, my fellow countrymen! He has given you the power of revenge, so that you can personally tear apart the ugly monsters that have humiliated your friends and relatives and trampled on our homes! Now, it is time for you to repay his kindness! Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"
"Long live Horus!!!"
Amidst the impassioned speeches of some old wolves, more than 20,000 newly transformed wolf cubs were instantly overwhelmed by the mad desire to kill, and they praised the greatness of the wolf king while carrying wooden doorsteps and wielding wood axes and spears as they launched a wild charge from the east!
The simple wooden boards were instantly nailed into hedgehogs by the roaring rain of arrows, and one by one, they were overwhelmed and fell apart. During the charge, some wolves were killed by the terrifying fire of the Tasmanian clan, which was two to three times denser than the normal arrow rain. With clusters of shocking blood, they fell on the grassland, unable to get up again.
At the same time, there were werewolves who kept on shouting and fighting, ignoring the miserable corpses that were still warm under their paws, and continued to run towards the front.
"Long live Horus!!!"
Several druids, who had turned into red-eyed rats and dug all the way from the ground to the city gates, suddenly appeared in their original form, their fierce wolf kisses chanting, their sharp wolf claws, affixed to the wooden doorway, quickly making the heavy gates twist, distort and spread out to the sides so that the endless bloodthirsty wolves, like a breaking tide, poured into the city of Diodosia.
The sea of wolves in the sky instantly drowned more than a hundred guards who were caught off guard, and the sharp fangs and claws tore every inch of their flesh and blood, and the tide of wolves receded, leaving only the ground full of blood and the remnants of broken bodies.
"Ow!"
The werewolves trampling on the enemy's corpses let out an unstoppable bloodthirsty wild whine, and suddenly, their bloodstained crimson eyes were pierced by a dazzling golden light, unable to open their eyes. The Golden Crawler Governor led his army through the complex streets of the city and appeared in front of the enemy army.
These extremely deep-rooted noble descendants, wildly calling out Toria's name, first shot out two rounds of dense rain of iron-cast arrows, then tore apart and threw out various disposable magic items and scrolls. In a flash, blazing fire burned the werewolves' fur, bone-chilling ice froze their flesh and blood, and harrowing currents flowed wildly through the enemy's limbs and bones! The terrifying arcane torrent engulfed them all, instantly suppressing the unstoppable bloody charge of the wolf sea!
"AlanNure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
The 4,000 gold-treaded soldiers stationed in Diodosia drew their spears across their shoulders, and they were like golden waves under a storm, washing over and over again, layer after layer, ruthlessly washing over the wolves who were dumbfounded by the sky magic, like peeling the skin and pulling the cocoon, slowly weakening the enemy's strength and gradually suppressing them back beyond the city gates.
Mixed in with these miscellaneous soldiers, the battle-hardened werewolf druids were not willing to show their weakness. They summoned huge vines that looked like cloud ladders, climbing the walls and winding upwards continuously. The densely packed werewolves, bathed in Tasmar's arrow rain, stepped on the green vines and ascended the walls, looking at the scene in front of them with disbelief.
Under the supervision of the slavers of the Tasmar clan, a huge war gang of gnomes and elves, wielding spears, dung forks and even sharpened sticks, formed a dense jungle of spikes to guard the city. These slaves combined, like a hedgehog, so that the wolves have no way to get down. And behind them, there was the group of warlocks of Wind Howl.
The Gothic barbarians who climbed the walls were either poked into bloody sieves by this slave force, or were swept viciously up into the sky by the raging winds, and then fell screaming from the heights, on the ground, into a puddle of bloody mush.
The bloody and cruel offensive and defensive tug-of-war lasted for a whole day and night, with the werewolves killing the city from the eastern gate nine times in a row and being driven out of Diodosia by the Golden Crawler clan nine times in a row. The ladder vines were burned to ashes and cut by the storm, but always squirmed their huge bodies and continued to climb on top of the city, channeling a steady stream of werewolf hordes to fight with the slaves of Tasmar.
The narrow canal was almost blocked by the dead bodies of both sides. The werewolf corpses under the walls were piled up like mountains! The brown soil thirsty for the color of the red blood, then the more demonic, hideous.
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Slowly, the wolves stopped their attacks on the west and north sides, and instead set up clean white tents that far exceeded their troop strength, one raising three, or even more, fires at the same time to confuse the centaur scouts with the roiling cooking smoke.
At the same time, Horus increased the attack on the east gate. Even a powerful clan like the Golden Crawlers was slowly losing under the opponent's tireless attack. They had to pray for more reinforcements.
The southern port, Abaddon denounced the ancient-eating Asana. The spikes behind him, piercing the heads of four centaurs on their necks, dripping blood, painted his black hair, a hideous crimson face.
The priestess who recovered her peak strength, looking at the hideous and terrifying black giant wolf in front of her, did not hesitate to release the bow string drawn in her hand and shot a sharp feather arrow as her final reply.
The Gothic barbarians, who did not want to turn into greedy wolves, cooperated with the blood rage centaurs, hill giants, and some wind howling warlers, and with the help of the withered bone priests, stubbornly defended a hard barricade protected by the resisting horses. Tenaciously resisted the onslaught of the boundless sea of wolves. More and more slaves promoted to first-class priests, reverently fell to their knees, praying to the god of punishment for the divine art of healing, accompanied by the path of faint and unbearable, but incomparably sacred golden light, the barbaric restoration of the injuries of his comrades.
The entire port defense line, as if Kadian stands.
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The time came early in the morning of the third day amidst the earth-shattering sounds of killing. Abaddon simply dismantled a few small boats, together with a mountain of corpses, tied up a hideous defense line mixed with wooden planks and blood in the harbor, ready for a long battle. The offensive at the east gate, launched entirely by those cannon fodder, also became more and more gruesome.
Finally, the two clans of Golden Crawler and Tasmal, could not bear the heavy casualties, and gradually showed signs of collapse - centaurs are good at galloping at will on the grasslands, rather than this with thousands of blood and flesh, to lay the foundation for a victorious city attack and defense.
The leaders of the eight tribes who remained behind began to think that the wolves had deliberately set up a large number of tents in the west, north and both sides, and raised an unusually outrageous amount of cooking smoke, just to attract the attention of the defenders on these two sides, so that they would not dare to go to the east to assist in the defense. And the eastern front, indeed, had reached a precarious and terrifying level.
So, the men and horses responsible for the northwest sides of the garrison. Have drawn out half, or even more troops, to support the brothers and sisters who fought in the east and south. And this is exactly what Horus wanted - his most elite veterans, warriors, all hiding in the western tent! Waiting for the moment when the other side is smart enough to transfer the defenders!
"Diodosia, in my eyes, has fallen."
Hearing the news that a large number of men had gone to the east and south to reinforce him, the Pale Green Wolf King laughed loudly in the sky and arrogantly transformed into a terrifying 9-foot tall berserk werewolf. His sturdy right arm, full of pale green fur, carried a hideous and horrible nail-head hammer, and his knee-length fine locking armor and heavy dragon scale armor shone in the sunlight with a blinding light that belonged only to metal.
Behind him, a hundred battle elites clad in heavy lockets, crossbows, kite shields, and various one-handed weapons, also came out of their tents, their muscles and bones swelling rapidly, their pale skin sprouting thick fleece, transforming into bloodthirsty bestial wolves, roaring to the sky!
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, a loud sound came from the north. Horus narrowed his blood-filled scarlet beast pupils in suspicion, raised a sharp wolf paw, and ordered the army to stop moving. Instead, he sent out some druids and told them to turn into carrier pigeons to see what had happened in the north. They have been waiting for the siege for sixty hours, and they don't care about these ten minutes.
And just in the process of Horus waiting for news, the loud sound that shook heaven and earth, like the sound of continuous drumbeat, resounded through the clouds. It shook the pale green wolf king's confidence.
Finally, after ten minutes, the druid, who had turned into a white dove, flew back in disarray. He broke a pink bird finger, the end of the white feathers, baked black by the heat, thin body, and five sharp feather arrows.
"Your Majesty ------ Your Majesty! Toriya! The divine chosen descendant of the Centaurs fought back! Using the same spell, she blew up several mountain peaks, burying all of Eugene's army responsible for blocking and intercepting them alive under the dense, giant rocks! At this moment, the main army of those monsters is blowing through the mountain road and approaching to the south! The number of people is estimated to be around 10,000!"
"Change of plan! Tell Abaddon and the others to slow down the attack and not launch the final general attack yet!" The Pale Green Wolf King frowned and methodically gave his orders. "Diodosia can't run! But the Queen of Centaurs can run! Let's go chop off her head first! Throw these monsters into chaos!
You heard Gavel's last words. The enemy we face this time is different from the past. They are extremely good at maneuvering, using feathered arrows to slowly weaken the enemy during the rapid run, and then using close combat cavalry to launch a thunderous strike to completely defeat the enemy army!
So, each of you will carry at least two shields! Three packs of crossbow bolts! Check if the hand crossbows are working properly! You, from the east and north sides, bring in more archers, and caster troops without being detected by the men and horses! At the same time, have them continue to pretend to attack the city so that those half-human, half-horse monsters won't dare to leave the city and rendezvous with whatever the hell the Chosen Descendants of God are. Understand?"
"Your will!"