Chapter 136: White Horse vs. Coyote (VII)
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Looking at the hideous and terrifying tide of steel wolves led by Horus in front of him, the Chosen Descent narrowed his eyes in concentration.
The dog cubs we met before, although brave and good at fighting, were no different from the crazy and murderous beasts. The fully armed hybrid werewolves in front of them did not even raise their voices to the sky to give vent to their endless animal lust. Among the black pressed army, only the sound of marching in a neat pace, the sound of hidden trumpets, and the sound of the battle song of the dueling warriors stirred the hearts of the people.
Everything, as if it is like the golden crawler chief to tell, the enemy in front of you, is more powerful than ever.
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On the other hand, looking at the half-human and half-horse that kept pouring out from the mountains, Horus also frowned scornfully. With the assistance of the [Conversation of the Dead] divine art, the Pale Green Wolf King obtained a large amount of information from the mouths of the war dead.
These centaurs all have a mass of about a ton, and all six werewolves tied together would be crushed and crushed by a centaur charging at full speed, without mercy. Thrown high into the sky. The unity of man and horse allows their huge bodies to make mind-bogglingly sensitive movements that are no match for ordinary cavalry, or even horses.
On the contrary, the high-speed moving troops on their own side. When the wolves land on all four paws and run at full speed, they can indeed gain speed comparable to that of a stallion. However, except for some giant gray wolves with slobbered hilts, they are unable to use any blades at all, let alone long-range weapons that require precise aiming, and cavalry warfare is completely overcome by those monsters that are human and horse.
Thus, Horus made some improvements on the formation of Lorken's ring of entrenchment. A whole 20,000 head of werewolf cannon fodder, supported from all sides, straddled between the centaurs and Diodosia, and these beasts, dressed in linen and armed with spears and doorstops, formed a large, crooked circle around the outer ring of the army.
In the inner ring, there were 6,000 elite warriors clad in iron armor and 1,000 super lance guards handed down from generation to generation by the Gothic kings, ready to fill the ghastly holes in the line. Of course, there are also a thousand part-time barbarians and bards, while wielding a huge axe, while singing and stirring morale of the dueling warriors, scattered throughout the formation.
In the middle, there were nearly 5,000 archers and hundreds of carts of ammunition and provisions pulled by oxen and horses. Nearby stood Horus, almost from within the entire Eastern Gothic race, assembled spellcasters: a dense crowd of werewolf warlocks, druids, bards surrounded a withered gray wolf, his aging wolf paws, holding a primitive staff made of oak. The rough tip of the staff is dangling with the fangs of beasts, with human skulls. Inside the creased eye sockets, but also burning glowing green unknown flames.
"Who is it that destroyed the magnificent fortress we built on top of Pilekop?" Horus pulled out the nailhead hammer hanging from his waist.
"Centaurs!"
"Who is it that tramples on the graves of the previous kings and does wrong in our land?" The Pale Green Wolf King raised his arms and shouted.
"Centaurs!"
"And who was it that captured the richest granary in the kingdom and slaughtered our brothers and sisters who fought alongside us?" King Goth hissed and roared.
"Centaurs!"
"Very well." Looking at the wolves whose eyes were bloodshot and spewing horrible rage, Horus revealed a satisfied smile. "Those damned monsters, right in front of your eyes, brothers and sisters, the time for revenge has come! Today, we will double the pain and humiliation inflicted on us by the centaurs!!!"
"Double it back!" The black pressed wolves burst out with a deafening loud sound like a landslide, waving their claw-tipped one-handed weapons, viciously striking the shield in their left hands, the ends of tens of thousands of spears, heavily striking the earth beneath their feet, the wolves unanimously raised the sky and hissed out the same sound.
"Long live Horus!!!"
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In contrast to Horus, Toria did not need to make another speech to boost the morale of the council army. The wives, children, and livestock possessions of the eight clans. Most of them were hoarded in the city of Diodosia. In order to defend their interests, the eyes of all fellow countrymen, all burning with the fire of war!
They roared and drew their bows and arrows, and the sound wave of war shot up to the clouds, blinding the sky with a rain of steel arrows, cutting across the blue sky dome, tearing out a burst like a banshee whistle, a thrilling howling sound, like a torrential rain, falling heavily on the wolves' raised shields and boards!
"Chief Golden Crawler, why do we have to play frolic with these hard-to-come-by bones? Wouldn't it be better to go around them and crush the enemies besieging Diodosia first?" The aged Poison Bite Chief, grasping a sheathed rapier, came trembling to Toria's side. What was puzzling was that the closure of the rapier and the scabbard was sealed by a ring of melted wax.
"Here's the deal. Dear Chief Poison Bite. The scouts reported that the other side was afraid that the men inside the city of Diodosia would kill them and cause them to be attacked on their own backs, therefore, they set up a surprising number of doglets next to the city gates. I can even hear the ear-piercing noise they make as they feign to attack the city. If we return to reinforce, we are likely to be attacked back and forth by the enemy in turn.
Understand, the enemy's main force is right in front of us, they are only attacking the city to hold the defenders inside and make a show of it, there is no way the city will fall in this time. We only need to slaughter the nearly 30,000 sons of bitches in front of us and then join forces with the defenders from the inside and outside, we will be able to completely crush the enemy."
"Understood." Sogros nodded slowly.
"By the way, the poison I asked you to create, is it finished?" Facing the old man who had accumulated more than eighty years of experience in front of him, the divinely chosen descendant, too, reluctantly used a bit of respectful language.
"Of course." Chief Poison Bite proudly lifted the sheathed sharp blade in his hand and gently shook it twice, allowing the other party to hear the inside of the scabbard, the shaking sound of the murky liquid. "The sharp blade you entrusted to me has been soaked in the poison sac for two hours. Please note that this kind of poison will disappear within 60 seconds after contacting the air, even if it is sealed within a flesh and blood container, it will be difficult to keep it for a long time, therefore, it can only be made in advance, and the old man is barely in time for the battle as he makes it while rushing."
"Thank you very much for your help. The Council takes to heart the merits of the Poison Bite Clan."
Chief Golden Crawler carefully took the container filled with poison. Gently stroking the soft container made from the stomach sac.
"Please use it with care." Sogross bowed slowly. "This poison must touch the skin of the opponent, and even deep into the flesh and blood, to have an effect. When using it, please ensure the integrity of your own armor. I don't want to be charged with the murder of the chosen descendants of God."
"You worry too much, I am a level 10 druid, my body has long been immune to poisons." Toriya smiled and shook her head.
"Ah, so you're a powerful druid." Chief Poison Bite put on a shocked look on the surface, but inside he was turning over.
"I've known you were a druid for a long time! House arresting my beloved daughter, bribing and corrupting my closest forbidden guards, digging up walls and sending spies ------ If it weren't for your little girl toxin immunity, do you think you'd still be standing in front of old me alive??"
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Chapter 137: White Horse vs. Coyote (VIII)
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Blood Fury and Thunder Spear are in charge of northern defense. The Poetic Dead were in charge of the connection, communication. Only six clans, Gold Crawler, Dead Bone, Wind Howler, Grey Mane, Poison Bite and Tasmar, really participated in this battle.
They were like a tyrannical wind, surrounding the hollow circle formation built by the wolves, the front row of people shot straight, while the back row of people raised their bows and arrows, shooting an endless rain of arrows at different angles. The sharp clusters of arrows with a harsh whistle in the air fell densely on the shields held high by the wolves, hitting their left arms so hard that they almost lost consciousness.
Hundreds of heavy iron arrows mixed with the rain of arrows easily penetrated the rudimentary wooden boards, mercilessly tearing into the flesh and bones of the wolves, and the barbarians who were hit by the arrows let out a painful wail, holding their shields high, and their bloodied left arms fell helplessly downward. Destroying the entire tight shield wall - the dense rain of arrows, like pervasive falling mercury, whistled along the gaping holes in the formation, viciously tearing the flesh and blood of the nearby wolves! Splashing out one demonic and mournful blood-colored poppy after another, destroying the shield wall cracks bigger and bigger!
Faced with the rainstorm that covered the sky. The elite wolves in the inner ring also pulled out the hand crossbows on their waists, and with the hunting bows in the hands of the hunters, they returned the favor to the people and horses outside the circle. The sky was filled with arrows like two sharp waves of iron gray, washing against each other, colliding, and almost covering the blue sky. The deafening, dense to a terrifying degree, the sound of breaking air, but also the deafening battle roar of both sides, completely drowned.
When the men and horses were shooting arrows, they still circled the circular formation and made a high-speed gallop. Evading the aim of the enemy archers. But in the face of such a dense rain of arrows, they were still shot by the crossbow arrows with a thousand holes, crimson blood, along with the violent movement, constantly gushing outward, every minute, every second, there are blood-depleted valiant warriors, helplessly collapsed on the battlefield, never to get up.
Chief Maed raised his beautiful purple hair and led the wind howlers into a howling gale that swept through the long contradictory walls of the wolves. The raging storm lifted their furry bodies from the ground and slammed them heavily into the bodies of other wolves, disrupting one tight formation after another and causing one miserable wail after another.
The wind howling warriors behind her also seized this rare gap and shot out a dense sky of feathery arrows like flying locusts at the gap of the shield wall blown apart by the gale.
The new captain of the Golden Crawl Praetorian Guard: Gurvia, with thousands of Golden Crawl soldiers, galloped around the perimeter of the wide battlefield. The Gold Crawler warriors closest to the wolves had all six limbs covered by two layers of sturdy leather armor, and the human body, still wearing a short-sleeved chainmail shirt. The equipment is ridiculously good. The gold-treaded marauders, who were slightly away from the werewolves, also wore a studded leather armor that covered their entire bodies. The stragglers furthest from the werewolves also possessed a pliable leather armor to defend the human chest, which was most vulnerable to attack.
The poundage of hunting bows and hand crossbows is not outstanding compared to the composite longbows. The closer the golden crawlers and horses are to the werewolves, the more their protective gear is exaggerated, and with their armor, they resist the werewolves' roiling arrow rain, and every six seconds, they can pull the huge bows in their hands into a full moon and shoot a powerful and heavy arrow, slowly reaping the lives of the werewolves.
The Dead Bone Druids of Abu Hoth, too, have transformed into huge raptors, soaring above the sky, monitoring the movements of the entire battlefield - and it's not just the Centaur Druids and their animal companions who are soaring in the sky!
Both druids opened a bloody fight for the right to control the air. The mournful cries of eagles resounded through the clouds!
Hundreds of fierce falcons, flapping their huge feathers, tearing the enemy's flesh and blood with their sharp beaks and talons, and occasionally directing a horrific arc of electricity that scorches the enemy's flesh and blood. Large nest of blood-soaked feathers, fluttering in the sky with the wind. A broken corpse covered with blood marks, helplessly fall from the vault of the sky.
Tasmar warriors, who were considered heretics, were also on the front lines of the wild and sound battle. Above the elegant and beautiful curve of a back, carried thousands of them, forced to wash clean the gnomes. Those little guys under the orders of the centaur master, trembling using the hands of the short bow, stone throwing rope, javelin, to the distant barking pack of wolves, throwing a long-range props that cover the sky.
The An Ran, who is the chief, is carrying two beautiful and handsome elven male pets. One of them holds the divine emblem of Corellon in his hand and opens a shield of entropic light that shimmers with thousands of colors and is gorgeous and unusual, distorting the nearby light and air, protecting the mistress and himself from being shot by the attrition.
Another elf raised the white oak wand. The tip of the staff inlaid with arcane gems, shot out a magic energy filled with arcane missile, like a blue meteor, towards the wolves whistling, the terrifying arcane force field tore a thousand holes in the wooden shield, smashed the ribs of one after another wolves.
All of them wore animal skin masks, covering their lips and nasal cavity tightly, and raised their wooden shields in their hands, slowly advancing against the opponent's intensive fire, they did not have the patience to play mutual shooting games with each other, and took out heavy bags of wax-sealed stomach sacs from their backpacks, and then pulled out a cross-shaped strange javelin, and the poisonous biters held their breath, ripped through the stomach sacs with the tip of the gun, and immediately After tearing through the stomach sac with the tip of the spear, he immediately threw it at the wolves who were not far away and waiting for it.
A creepy light green poison cloud immediately floated out from the stomach sac that was torn open by a slit, while the poison sack stuck right before the cross-shaped twig. Along with the sharp spear, it drew a creepy green arc in the air and stuck heavily on the shield of the wolves - the poisonous biting centaurs turned pale and fled backward, and the wolves were scared half to death by this poisonous thing and wanted to hold their breath and retreat, but it was too late. The arms slowly slid downward, and the weapons and shields in their hands were as heavy as a mountain range!
Looking at the enemy in this state, the poison bite centaurs who ran away, have revealed a sinister smile, scrambled to pull out the composite longbow behind their backs and began fixed target practice shooting.
Horus frowned. The long-range fire coverage that covered the sky by the centaurs was actually terrifying to this extent. The originally confident anti-long-range, cavalry formation was also far from falling under the opponent's intensive attack.
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, a terrifying war cry suddenly sounded from behind the Cang Qing Wolf King. He hurriedly turned backward, only to see countless werewolf soldiers with twisted limbs, sunken torsos, and even broken spears penetrating through them, cutting a harsh and creepy blood-colored arc, being thrown up high into the sky, and crashing heavily to the ground along with a shocking drenching rain of blood.
After transforming into a wolf, the Gothic King, who was nine feet tall, was like a crane among the wolves and was really too conspicuous. Grey Mane, the centaur clan that was hired by the Eastern Roman Empire to fight for decades in Anatolia, has different degrees of imperialization from equipment to thinking.
In the midst of spinning around the wolves and shooting arrows, the gray mane chief caught a fleeting break in the wolves' formation - a place that had just been ravaged by Maide's terrifying storm, and the subsequent enemy troops had not yet had time to fill the gap.
Thus, the gray-maned warriors, fully equipped with Roman lockets and armed with lances and even mounted spears, instinctively formed a conical array most suitable for tearing and penetrating the battle line, and under the hunting gray eagle banner, wildly chanting the divine name of Scarlet, killed into the boundless sea of wolves!
They were like a sharp steel blade flying at high speed, cutting and tearing the flesh and blood of the barbarians. The heroic Gorel Chief was in the lead, and the sharp spear point was pointed straight at the heart of the wolves!
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Chapter 138: White Horse vs. Coyote (IX)
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Charge! Charge! Charge!!!
Chief Gorel, with the gray-maned elite who had fought with her in the south, desperately tore at the bloody scar exposed by the wolves, making the hideous and horrible chasm, cut deeper and deeper by the sharp blades of the spears in her own hands! The four wolves, emitting a blood curdling horrible hiss, raised the short spears in their hands flatly in front of the gray blazing horses.
The Gorel, whose body was bathed in blood and flesh, let out a silent mockery. Faced with four shiny gun points, she did not slow down the pace of the charge, strong arms, but an oval shield with iron plating, the center of the PX mark, across her elegant and fit body, to meet the four sharp gun points.
The contradiction met, accompanied by a chilling ear-splitting noise, iron friction, collision place, spattered a series of scarlet fire points, wooden spear handle, under the enormous pressure of the people and horses, like a poor shrimp, bowed straight upwards, the internal shaft of the gun, also issued an unexplained tearing sound!
The wolves let out a surprised roar. Under the full force of the attack, not only did they not block the other party's charge, their own bodies, instead, fell backwards uncontrollably, sharp wolf claws, plowing a deep furrow in the grass.
"Pfft!"
The grey mane chief's free right hand, back grabbed a Roman spear with a cold light. The sharp tip of the spear instantly penetrated and tore through the skull of an enemy, splashing out a mournful wave of blood in the air.
The blood-stained spear, like a cold and deadly snake, precisely bypassed the enemy's hard bones and instantly penetrated his incomparably hot heart from above. The second hideous and bloodthirsty werewolf also collapsed softly on the earth.
"ROAR!!!"
All this happened too suddenly, without half of the friendly troops holding back, the two remaining wolves could not stop the momentum of the gray mane chief's charge, and the speed of the wolf claws plowing backwards became more and more rapid! One werewolf let out a desperate cry of grief and simply let go of his long twisted spear, leaping up and viciously lunging at Gorel's white neck.
But he let go of this, the last short spear against the surface of the shield, can no longer withstand such a horrible strange force of the centaur, accompanied by a crisp wail, instantly broke into two pieces.
Gorel swung his left arm hard, heavy tower shield, smashed heavily on the face of the third werewolf, so that a wolf's kiss crooked, broken black body, accompanied by a crisp loud sound, and the sky littered with blood, broken teeth, whirled and flew into the distance.
At the same time, her locked armor-clad, high-speed body slammed hard into the chest of the last werewolf! The poor guy was knocked away for a long distance and just landed on the ground, before he could let out a painful wail for the broken bones, the hard black hoof of the grey mane chief appeared above his head!
"Pfft!"
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"Roar!!!" Looking at the gray-maned centaur that was like a man in no man's land, the Gothic forbidden guard, who was holding a five-meter super lance, let out an angry roar. He just wanted to lead the forbidden army disguised as wolves to stop the charge of the centaurs, but his shoulder was held down by a strong wolf paw.
"Don't be in a hurry, General Gramir. Look at their fancy banners. Our great enemy is not a united kingdom, but a loose confederation of six independent tribes, formed.
You have been blessed by the gods and now have senses far beyond those of humans, learn to use it! Look! After this clan with the gray falcon banner, killed into the round formation, the other people not only did not act with them, but they showed a stunned expression and hesitated. They are fighting individually, lacking cooperation and communication." Horus confidently barked orders.
"Let those men and horses in! After they've charged deep enough that they can't turn back, we'll surround these monsters in a mass! Wipe them out completely!"
"Your will."
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"Damn it! What the hell is the Gray Mane Clan up to! The enemy merely wounded some skin and then launched a charge with heavy armored men and horses?" Toria, who was sitting at the rear and watching the whole battle, let out an angry roar.
If it was the Blood Rage clan that did this, the Chosen Descent would have sold out their teammates directly. But the problem is, it was the Gray Mane who did it! Those Gray Mane clans that had been working under the Romans for decades! At the very first moment of their return, Chief Gold Crawler bought these mercenaries with a lot of money and livestock, and absolute loyalty to himself.
Gorel also vowed that for the right price, she would assist herself as the new king - these cannon fodder bought with real money, far from completing the business they promised, must not die here!
"Abhoos! Pull the Grey Mane Clan back to me!" Thinking of this, Toria hastily summoned the giant green and grey eagle soaring above the sky dome, tearing the flesh and blood of the werewolf druid, the aerial beast with a wingspan of eight feet, nodded cautiously and instantly transformed into a small and delicate raven, under the cover of several dead bone sacrifices, broke away from the bloody aerial battlefield, like a meteor, and crossed the azure sky.
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Charge, kill, blood, die!
These mercenary clans, who had traveled north and south, loyal to the Roman rebels and charged the Persian devils, tore open one bloody line of defense after another forged by thousands of wolves, and the supreme blade, stained with broken flesh, was pointed straight at Horus' throat!
Under the cover of his left and right clansmen, Gorel unbuckled the last strap on his shoulder and raised the last of his four-meter-long Cantos riding lance flat. Turning to the lord of the pack in front of him, from deep in his throat, he let out a horrific roar from hell!!!
"A little interesting, it seems that this girl is more worthy of my fight than the bear goblins who are defeated without a fight, the weak lizardmen, or the lizards!"
The terrifying battle fire of the pale green wolf king was also ignited by the enemy's fiery killing intent, and Horus dodged the whistling deadly riding spear sideways with a terrifying speed disproportionate to his huge body. With his huge left paw, he precisely gripped the wooden shaft of the lance!
"Bare--"
The Gothic King let the spear shaft move at high speed, rubbing out harsh blood marks on his tender palm, and his sharp wolf claws, along with the slender spear handle, accurately grabbed the left hand of the Grey Mane Chief, and the razor-sharp, fierce wolf claws sank deep into the robust flesh of his opponent!
The giant wolf body, clad in studded leather armor, full body locking armor and heavy scale armor, crashed head-on into Gorel's huge body that weighed a ton and ran at full speed! There was a terrifying sound of gold and iron!
"BOOM!!!"
The grey mane chief took two steps backwards in pain, his eyes widened incredulously, this head wolf, with **, blocked his proud full speed charge?
However, before Gorel could react, she was penetrated by the wolf claws, bloody left palm, was pulled by the other side fiercely, the left arm directly dislocated, the body also instantly lost balance, involuntarily fell forward, had to watch the wolf king's right hand, pulled out a troll head-sized nailhead hammer, heavily smashed in front of his chest!
"WOW!!!"
The gray mane chief immediately felt the body overturned, delicate red lips, spitting out a puddle of dripping blood, but she was hit by the nailhead hammer before the right hand also quickly pulled out a long sword from the waist, desperately, stuck in Horus only exposed wolf face above, stabbed out ------ a faint blood mark?
"Whew!"
Horus gave an arrogant, sardonic smile. But before he could taunt the unsuspecting mare in front of him, there came the roar of wolves behind him, with the sound of howling wind - well, by the sound of it, it should be spears, so the people coming were not centaur assassins, but flying druids, or those wind howling warlocks?
The pale green wolf king cocked his head disdainfully, and sure enough, a brown streak, viciously pierced his own head, where he had been the previous second.
"Is this the strength of the Centaur Council?! Poverty and weakness! Poverty and weakness! Poverty and weakness!"
Horus laughed out loud twice, rampant smile, but because of the sight in front of him, instantly frozen - stabbed over is not any wooden stick at all! Instead, it was a huge scythe with a hideous glint!
That horrible sacrificial scythe stabbed when the blade was vertical upward, but now, but deflected ninety degrees to the left, across the mid-air, the fierce scythe blade with a deadly cold flash, right at his neck! And along with the movement of the man behind the horse to contract the wooden pole, closer and closer to his throat!
Damn, the bastard who attacked him, should be a high level druid, because, while he contracted his scythe, he also chanted under his breath, so that the ground was full of grass, like a green python with teeth and claws, wrapped around his body dead! Make yourself unable to dodge the attack!
"Hmm?"
Abhors raised his eyebrows in surprise, imagining that the image of a sharp blade harvesting the head did not appear, just as the gray mane chief could not pierce the enemy's cheek with his longsword, his own scythe, and could not cut the neck of the wolf king?
"Abhoos! Get out of here! I was careless, this is not a target that can be successfully decapitated by a single charge!!!"
Seeing that he could not escape from the confinement of the wolf's claws, Gorel did not hesitate to cut off his left hand, which was pierced by the sharp claws, and led the entire clan, desperately retreating backwards.
"I just did my best to stab him in the face with my longsword, but he only scraped a layer of skin! This is definitely not some racial trait, other werewolf's fur, simply can not resist steel! Then, there are only two answers: the [Armored Skin] that makes one** as hard as armor, or the [Damage Mitigation] that creates some resistance to all damage.
Damn! People who can comprehend and learn such terrifying expertise are exceptionally rare in the steppes, and you may never have seen one in your lifetime, but I saw a terrifying being exactly like him when I was a mercenary within the Empire! Those Romans referred to him in awe as ------- [Legend]."
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Chapter 139: White Horse vs. Coyote (X)
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Chief Deadbone, who was confident in his own strength, did not bring any of his clan members to participate in this beheading operation. When he watched the sea of horrible wolves with scarlet color flashing in the sky, frantically surging towards his direction, and then watched an arm-thick turquoise grass breaking under the struggle of the pale green wolf king, Abhors hastily withdrew his sacrificial scythe and turned into a huge green and gray eagle, fleeing towards the sky in haste.
At the same time, Gorel also took advantage of the time when the wolf king broke free from the shackles, covering the hideous break in his left arm that kept gushing blood, and led the clan to turn back the way they came, tearing the wolf pack's ring formation for the second time.
However, they are too deep, the poisonous people continue to shrink the formation, countless with epileptic bloodthirsty werewolves, with their own flesh and blood, filling the ghastly fissures torn out by the centaurs, a head clad in heavy scale armor, armed with five-meter super lance Gothic forbidden army, but also circuitous to the sides of the gray mane clan, behind, back to the outer ring of cannon fodder, the thousands of decapitated troops, surrounded by the group.
The terrifying long spears in the hands of these forbidden soldiers are the shortest and up to five meters long. Because of the length, the soldiers in the second, third ------ and even sixth rows were able to put the super-long spears in their hands, poking through the bodies of their fellow soldiers in the front row and poking the enemy's flesh and blood, forming an absolute advantage in the frontal battlefield of fighting more against less.
The Gothic barbarians' hideous lance formation, which was like a forest of steel, was like an insurmountable mountain that crossed the path of Gorel's escape. The gray mane warriors wielded their spears and tower shields, but could not overcome the desperate length of the attack of the super lances. A few horses trying to charge, but also by that enough to make the dreaded patients, the horror of the square, poked into a bloody sieve!
"Charging against a lance square? What are you guys messing around with? Haven't you seen the elven thing before, using him against the orcish Scrooge cavalry? Raise your shields! Defensive formation!" Gorel endured the severe pain and survived the divine healing of the gray-maned druid. Reassumed command of the clan.
Her body was covered in scarlet blood, dripping with sweat, running slowly down the beautiful cheeks of the gray-haired chief, washing out a smudgy ruddy trail above the almost solidified blood-colored mask.
"How many more javelins do we need? Arrows? Concentrate them all and give them to the most powerful marauders! Tell them to focus their fire on the outer wolves! Seize the time to break out! We don't have time ------"
No sooner had Chief Gray Mane's words left her lips than a loud, earth-shattering sound came from behind her! She turned her head back in fear - only to see hundreds of horrific beasts in heavy armor, wielding heavy weapons with both hands, flanking the nine-foot-tall Pale Green Wolf King, biting viciously into the end of the group!
Horus wielded the large and frightening nail-headed hammer and heavily smashed the people and horses in front of him. Each time he attacked, he was able to smash a huge hole in the grass, countless cobweb-like hideous and dense cracks, all around the deep pit. The shocking scarlet blood, gurgling from the twisted, broken bones of the centaur soldiers, slowly filling each of the horrific blood-colored crater!
The wolves on his side, the smaller ones, wielding two-handed war hammers and axes, raised their blood-soaked heavy weapons high in the air and dropped them heavily, either with the sound of scraping gold and iron, splashing out a series of blinding sparks, or with the painful wailing of the horses and centaurs, gushing out blood in the sky. They are like machinery, constantly repeating this action. In the death warriors, the morale of the battle song, frantically advancing!
Under Gorel's command, the gray-maned centaurs also followed the enemy's example and arranged themselves into an identical circular formation. They struggled to hold up against the tide of bloodthirsty wolves that roamed the mountains. The warriors clad in heavy armor, holding spears and shields in the outer ring, resisting the horrific stabbing of the super lance like a tidal wave, and the two-handed heavy wolves, the frenzied and bloodthirsty dueling charge.
Marauders with javelins and bows, as well as spellcasters located in the inner ring, shot a rain of terrifying arrows that blotted out the sky! Above the dome of the sky, withered bone druids, as well as all races of marauders, the number of exaggerated to a certain degree of the eagle companions, took the upper hand, supporting up their brothers and sisters.
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"What are the gray mane guys up to? Why are they stuck in the wolves and can't get out?" Chief Maed of the Wind Howler Clan, cocked his head in confusion. The other Centaur clans who were racing and shooting around the wolves also raised similar questions. The chiefs secretly assessed how difficult it would be to rush into the wolves and rescue the Gray Mane Clan, as well as the price they would need to pay - the interests of their own clans were always the most important.
Of course, they will still stand in places beyond the reach of the wolves, to provide some intensive long-range support for the Gorel, Tasmar shot like a landslide tsunami of black and terrifying arrow rain, will be their own fury, venting on the lance guard's defenseless back, sharp arrow clusters, devouring the wolves' armor and flesh and blood.
Under the front and back attack, every minute and every second, there were heavily armored werewolves with super long spears, collapsing in a muddy pool of blood.
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"Chief Golden Crawler!"
A giant green-gray eagle fell from the vault of the sky, covered with feathers of flesh and blood body, instantly transformed and distorted into an elegant horse with green hair. The handsome face, as if dead for a long time corpse, showing a gloomy and mournful light gray face.
"The leader of the werewolves could be a legendary level warrior! I can't save Chief Grey Mane! Hurry up and give the order! The Grey Mane Clan is surrounded by packs of wolves, it won't last long!"
"Shield of Asura, Eater of Souls ------ No, no, no! None of these work."
Toria turned her back to Abhors, in a by two white stallions, pulling the exquisite carriage, rummaging through the boxes - this is the Centaur Kingdom for thousands of years around the plunder, the accumulated valuable heritage. On the carriage were three magnificent treasure chests, carrying enchanted weapons, antique magic scrolls, and a variety of horrific objects.
"Shifter's sorrow, Ayn Stone ------ ah, Chief Deadbone you're back ah, just the battle I was here to see it all. Do not be afraid, a mere legendary warrior, it is not like you can use the legendary arcane spells, do not need to be so panicked. Look, I've already gathered the elite of the Golden Crawl. Do it now!
But give me a moment! I remember some things at the bottom of the box that can be adapted to the immediate battle situation. Coupled with the poisonous blade that the Poison Bite Clan is known to seal the throat with blood, we have a chance to win, a chance to win ------ Damn! Where did I throw that thing?"
The Chosen One used her long, ringed fingers to rummage through a box full of magical curiosities, sometimes reading a scroll of somewhat aged magic. Finally, the eyes fixed in the dead corner of the box. Under the golden mask, the youthful and beautiful face, revealing a cruel smile.
"Go, Abhors, gather all your druids! Today, your sacrifice, on top of an altar of flesh and blood piled by thousands of wolves, will offer the heart of a legendary arch-enemy to our ancestors and gods! Swear to the whole world that our ancient kingdom, which makes all things tremble, has returned from hell!"
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Chapter 140: White Horse vs. Coyote (XI)
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The unending sound of trumpets resounded through the clouds, and golden shining heralds ran around, carrying the orders of the God's Chosen Descendants to the ears of all the clansmen. The three clans, Wind Howl, Poison Bite, and Tasmar, had the same mission, continuing to harass, shoot and kill the epileptic wolves surrounding the circle in the outer ring. However, all the druids of the six clans were enlisted by Chief Golden Crawler to mix with the Dead Bone Ritualists and form a spellcasting group of up to six hundred in size.
The divinely chosen descendant, on the other hand, personally brought four hundred forbidden troops armed to the teeth, like a deafening golden thunderbolt, descending on top of the corpse-strewn battlefield.
Their six limbs, all draped with a painted in a brilliant gold flexible leather, gold armor outside, but also wearing by thousands of iron rings, interconnected with the heavy lock armor, heavy armor, like a curtain of steel, from the smooth back of the horse, all the way down to the hard hoof, exposed in the air beautiful face, but also follow the example of their chiefs, wearing a painted gold, or simply cast by gold The mask is a magnificent mask.
A surface of iron-clad oak shields, linked into an impregnable mobile wall. A sharp spear with a cold light, into a hideous steel forest!
"AlanNure Chosen Descendants of God, charge!!!" Gurvia returned to Toria's side with the Golden Crawler warriors who had returned from their expedition. More than four thousand bottom members clad in leather armor, or only in animal skins, shot a round of terrifying arrow rain that covered the sky, covering more than one thousand elites clad in lockets, and four hundred Gold Crawler forbidden guards in iron riding gear, like a golden wave, ruthlessly rushing in the direction of the Gray Mane Clan.
"Take the shields and short spears in your hands! Stand shoulder to shoulder!"
Looking at the surging golden wave, Gramiel hurriedly took some of his super lance soldiers and turned to assist his brothers and sisters, a five to seven meter long terrifying weapon, densely interspersed inside the shield wall, across the golden crawler army!
"Cover the flanks and prepare to assault!"
The costumed guards let out a contemptuous jeer. They lined up and waved their right fists at the same time - a bronze ring with a sheep's head was attached to their index fingers, which were dressed in deerskin gloves.
In a flash, nearly a hundred shock waves that were so strong that they seemed to destroy the wolves, directly disrupting and destroying their formation! A deep furrow was plowed on the grassland. Countless wolves were caught off guard, along with the flying mud and grass in the sky. By the terrifying impact, they were knocked high into the sky. The crisp sound of countless broken bones shot up to the clouds.
Behind the assaulting troops, those Golden Crawlers who were in charge of archery cover immediately bent their bows and arrows, sending another round of terrifying arrow rain that covered the sky against the wolves that were lifted up into the sky! Countless barbarian corpses that had been shot into hedgehogs and regained their human forms fell from the sky along with the rain of crimson blood and dense clusters of hideous arrows, just like a horrifying rainstorm that sang praises to blood and death.
Thousands of pitch-black horse hooves immediately trampled on the bloody fissures smashed out by the siege rings and roared to kill inside the wolf pack. The wolves on the left and right tried to shrink towards the center and encircle the golden glittering great enemy. However, their originally neat shield wall immediately collapsed along with the movement of the wolves.
Wind howl, poison bite, Tasmar seized this opportunity. With a rain of arrows covering the sky, just like the gale of winter, whistled and swept through the enemy's shrinking battle line, using magic and steel, harvesting the lives of the pack of wolves and reducing the pressure on both sides of Toria.
The sound of druids chanting incantations rose and fell incessantly. There are constantly wounded people and horses, healed by the natural energy full of vitality. There are constantly fighting in the front line of the warrior, feel their muscles inside, suddenly filled with inexhaustible power!
In the blink of an eye, the Golden Crawler guards, who were at the front, covered in BUFFs, like a horrible beast, had trampled on the corpses of werewolves all over the mountain and rushed behind the Lance guards!
The lance squares were invincible in the front, but the sides and back were fatal weaknesses. The overly dense array and the unusually heavy weapons made it difficult for them to adjust their direction. The wolves surrounding the gray mane, before they could raise their flat spears and turn around to fight the enemy troops, were like wheat being harvested, and were crushed to the ground by the heavy armor and iron mounts with a mass of more than one ton, trampling them into a ghastly carcass of blood and flesh!
Some of the forbidden guards immediately threw away the lances in their hands, pulled out the short axes at their waists, and rushed towards the rampant gold-cushioned enemy, cutting a string of scarlet sparks on their chain armor, but the collapse of the lance formation with the enemy at their backs was too swift. Their sudden move of throwing away their lances, even more so, made the faltering line, collapse straight away!
Gorel brought her most powerful gray maned forbidden guards and immediately tore apart the lance battle line that had plagued them for so long, but was now overly thin. Wielding the spear and short sword in her hand, she viciously stabbed the werewolf fighting the golden crawler in the back of her heart.
The gray falcon and the golden hoof, two powerful clans of centaurs, successfully converged in the roiling tide of wolves.
"Thank you very much for the rescue! Chief Golden Crawler!" Gorel panted as he ran forward at a feeble pace, holding on to his blood-lossed shell. "Kill back quickly! That pale wolf is coming over!"
"Go back? I'm here to kill him this time! Chief Gray Mane." Toria's face was stony, bracing her pride in front of outsiders.
The nine-foot tall, nail-headed hammer wielding pale green wolf king in front of him, from a distance, only looked like a relatively huge body. Now a little closer, immediately by a maddening, suffocating horror killing intent oppressed!
The giant wolf was covered in body, emitting a kind of epileptic bloodthirsty appalling pressure, he was so far away from him, felt a great fear, if it is close contact, ordinary people are afraid that will be trembling, even weapons can not be lifted.
"Gorel! Take your men and cover us! Don't let the other wolves interfere with my fight!" Looking at Chief Grey Mane's broken left hand, Toria frowned gently. Immediately, she took the warrior and excluded him from her battle plan.
"No problem!" After hearing that he didn't need to fight Horus again, Chief Grey Mane, too, let out a long breath of cold air. Leading the clan to form an impenetrable shield wall, defending against the terrifying raid of the roaming sea of wolves. For God's chosen descendants, create a battlefield that will not be disturbed.
"War Marshal ------ No, Your Majesty! The one covered in gold and wearing a mask of antlers is the leader of the centaurs! It was she who killed Gavel!" An old wolf holding a skeletal wooden staff growled out in anger.
"Personally lead a decapitation operation?" Horus gave a cruel smile, casually pulled out a broken riding spear from the corpse, spelled out all the sharpness of his body, and threw it viciously in Toria's direction!
The broken spear, under the addition of the Wolf King's terrifying power, tore through the surrounding air, emitting a chilling whistling sound, just like a brown meteor, hitting a gray-maned mane horse that retreated untimely. The sharp tip of the spear, instantly penetrated his hard skull, the whole broken spear in the penetration of one person after the force does not reduce, continue to accompany the harsh whistle, with the sky full of blood, crazy forward flight! The sharp tip of the spear, in the pupils of Toriya bigger and bigger!
"So, let me see who it is and who beheads whom!"