Chapter 141: White Horse vs. Coyote (XII)
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In the face of the horrific spear that came like a meteor, the Golden Crawler Chief stomped on the grass, like a nimble hummingbird, instantly leaping high into the sky, her whole body weight gathered on the black hard front hooves, and trampled hard on the top of Horus' head! She didn't care how many soldiers would die for her actions after she suddenly dodged the broken spear.
Horus did not want to take the behemoth that fell from the sky hard. Sensitive step back, look at the other party trampled on the ground out of the moment of smoke, the claws of the nail head hammer raised high in the air, a hideous and horrible bloody arc.
God's Chosen descendant hastily raised an unusually dark, seems to be able to the surrounding light, all sucked into the plane of the small shield. To block this powerful and terrifying smash.
"BOOM!!!"
The clash of shields and hammers instantly erupted into a deafening and terrifying sound! Chief Golden Crawler's left arm bones were broken by the opponent's terrifying force, and the whole long and tender left arm, like noodles, hung limply at the waist.
But the heavy hammer also hit the black shield in the instant, the speed visible to the naked eye crumbled, disintegration. Under the astonished gaze of Horus, it quickly disintegrated into a puddle of fine iron-gray gravel, swept up by a gust of wind and floated into the distance.
"Black, Dissociation ------ Devouring Shield!" The knowledgeable Pale Green Wolf King quickly recognized the name of the magical defensive gear in front of him. Without a weapon, he had to wield a pair of hideous and horrible claws like daggers, tearing five deep cracks on the surface of the golden wooden armor!
At the same time, the Chosen Hind also drew his own cataclysmic war blade, so that the sharp blade wrapped with pale electric current, accompanied by a deafening sound of thunder, fiercely cut on top of Horus' protruding wrist! Barely cut out a tiny blood scar.
"What kind of terrifying strength and defense ------ just a blocking just, I was ruined a left arm? Putting in all his strength, can chop off someone's head swing, along with the sky of thunder and lightning, actually only in his wolf wrist, cut a minuscule abrasion ------ Damn, that ordinary poison dipped longsword, I'm afraid it is difficult to wound this beast."
Toria, with the advantage of speed, quickly retreat, the right hand gently thumped his soft left arm, and immediately felt a sharp pain.
"Wait, he didn't come after me ------ This guy seems fine, but he was still paralyzed by the pale current for a while! This beast defense level is scary, but magic resistance is not really high!"
"Damn it. This half-human, half-horse monster, the body is still a good deal, I can just crush. But - first the devouring shield that disintegrates the enemy's weapons, then the delicate longsword with double enchantment of electric explosion and thunder ------ and the golden steel and wooden armor that can resist a blow from my wolf claws, and all over the body, hanging full of jewelry, strange things ------"
Horus wriggled some crispy wolf arms, and his bloodshot, epileptic eyes showed an incomparable look of envy.
"Che! You can really do whatever you want with money!"
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After a round of testing by the leaders of both sides, the soldiers roared the names of the Pale Green Wolf King and the Chosen Descent and fought frantically together. One side roared "Long live Horus!" Raising the two-handed war hammer in their hands, the other side hissed "AlanNure Toria! Raising the spear in his right hand, he increased the speed of his charge a little more!
With the absolute advantage of charge and quality, and the divine enchantment of the druidic arts, the golden cloaked guards with their spears and shields were like golden siege mallets, tearing a bloody and horrible gap in the tide of wolves under the cover of the rain of arrows! The 100 battle elites of the wolves were rushed by the roaring iron horsemen, and the solid hooves of the horses were like dull drums, crushing the bones and internal organs of the wolves, adding a hideous scarlet paint to their gleaming appearance.
And when the centaur charge speed is getting slower and slower, or even completely stagnant after. The werewolves found the field again in a zero-distance physical battle, and they were all maniacally bloodthirsty and brave, wielding armor-breaking heavy hammers and huge axes, cutting a harrowing arc through the air and smashing a shocking wave of blood on the enemy.
The Centaur guards, armed with large shields and spears, were slowly losing ground in this one-for-one desperate fight, and their body lock armor was hardly able to block the powerful war hammer blasts. If it were not for the continuous bow and arrow support like a rainstorm behind them, it would not have been possible to support such a long time with the most terrifying 100 battle elite under Horus in a close combat fight.
"ROAR!!!"
In the face of the golden ocean, like a whistling armor riding apparatus, the pale green wolf king issued a furious roar, the legendary mage may be able to protect their own little life premise, barely change the direction of the war. But the legendary warrior who fights alone cannot. With its sharp teeth and claws, the giant wolf that had lost its weapon tore apart three Golden Crawler forbidden guards who charged at him with guns in a row. Dripping blood, accompanied by a large number of broken locking armor and iron rings, flew in the sky.
However, his weapon was completely disintegrated by the devouring shield, and in desperation, he had to use a pair of wolf claws to meet the enemy. Finally, the rhythm slowed down a beat when facing the fourth forbidden horse. The behemoth with a mass of more than a ton concentrated all the terrifying kinetic energy generated by his charge on the sharp tip of his spear and viciously stabbed Horus in the abdomen!
The hideous lance, instantly cracked the iron of the scale armor, propped open the iron ring of the chain armor, the severely worn gun head, the spear entwined with the forbidden guard's bone-chilling killing intent, and finally, barely stabbed through the giant wolf's steel-like hard skin!
"ROAR!!!"
Horus struck the iron helmet of the golden crawler forbidden guard with a claw, and with a compound claw, cut his shocked head, into five equal parts, and the wound fracture was incomparably flat and smooth.
But, more and more people and horses. Howling the name of the chosen descendants of God, with lances in their hands, ruthlessly rushed in their direction! Under their fingerprints, the gold-treaded marauders in the back row, also shot a rain of covering arrows at Horus, although unable to pierce his as hard as steel skin, but greatly disrupted the Wolf King's counterattack movement. In a flash, nine broken spears were inserted into his limbs by the enemy! The whole man stumbled and fell on one knee on top of the battlefield!
"Hiss..."
Seeing another forbidden guard, wielding the lance in his hand, to kill the King of Goth, the old wolf holding a skeleton staff, incomparably old, raised his right hand, as if mummified like a dried huge wolf claw slowly extended forward, the dull claw tip, accompanied by a creepy incantation, shot a to the perfect green light, like a meteor, instantly hit the enemy's chest.
The Golden Crawler Forbidden Guard's eyes widened in horror as the place where he was shot by the green light instantly turned into a void of nothingness. That creepy hollow, still at the speed visible to the naked eye, spread to his whole body!
The centaur let out a horrible scream, but, in the next second, his lungs, his throat, and even his entire head, dissolved into pure nothingness.
"Where's the druid! His Majesty the King is wounded! Heal him!" After the one-hit kill, the aging werewolf mage, scrambling, cut a dark doorway through the air and pulled the wounded Horus back to the safer center of the pack.
He looked up into the heavens, trying to find the druids - but the entire azure sky was occupied by a dense rain of pitch-black arrows, and the eagle companions of the Centaur Marauders - whose eyes, unlike the wolves, were streaked with blood!
The werewolf druids, long ago, were completely annihilated by the dead bone priests of Abhors. The air has long been the domain of the centaurs.
"This small injury does not affect my fighting at all!"
Horus gritted his teeth and pulled out the broken spears that had penetrated deep into his body one by one. Sharp wolf claws, each pull out a blood-stained gun head, he will be ruthlessly thrown back in the direction of the people and horses, gritting his teeth and watching those entwined with his full of anger broken spear, whistling through the air, ruthlessly through the head, neck, and even heart of the Golden Crawl forbidden guards, in the air burst out a shocking blood-colored flowers.
The sturdy and robust muscles of the Cang Qing Wolf King's body were like rocks, and along with each of his throwing movements, they squeezed the blood vessels in his body, causing the dripping blood to gush out along the nine wounds.
"We know a little bit of meager healing spells, but I'm afraid we can only stop the bleeding and can't make such a horrible injury, completely heal."
Several dueling warriors, who were also bards, stopped their uplifting war singing, frowned, and rushed to the pale green wolf king, using low-ranking healing spells to restore the wounds on his body.
"Six Ring Dissociation Spell ------ That werewolf general used this spell scroll when we took over Diodosia! I thought it was strange, where did he get that thing from! It turns out that there is such a powerful spell caster among the bloodthirsty werewolf army that looks like a wild beast!"
"Pull back! Charge once more! The king of the wolves is wounded! This is the best time to kill him! Tear apart the ridiculous battle line formed by these elite werewolves one more time! Quickly!!!"
Toria healed her crushed and fractured left arm under the divine magic of her own high-ranking druid, and regained command of her own troops.
"But, Chief, the space is too small, the road behind us is blocked tightly by the grey maned centaurs and werewolves, we have no room for a second charge! Moreover, the forbidden guards at the front are already entangled with those werewolves, so I'm afraid that a hasty retreat will result in even more deaths and injuries!"
"Tsk. Never mind, you guys continue to keep the battle line stable. All druids of the council, lift off! Let's go get that pale green puppy's head!"
Toriya cut a helpless, graceful body instantly distorted, shrink, draped all over the weapon armor, gradually with her white soft flesh and blood fusion, long and delicate arms, instantly grew a cluster of silver eagle feathers. The whole person in an instant, into a wingspan of ten feet, covered with feathers of silver glitter, as if the moon, emitting a cold light of the pale eagle.
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Chapter 142: White Horse vs. Coyote (XIII)
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"FIRE!!!"
In the face of the horrifying eagle flock, the bloodthirsty wolves in the back row pulled out their loaded crossbows, and with the deafening sound of vibrating strings, they shot out heavy crossbow arrows that covered the sky in unison! Countless eagles were caught off guard by this horrific round of fire, and their bodies were pierced by the crossbow arrows, along with the black feathers that were scattered all over the sky, blossoming into a ghastly scarlet poppy.
However, the Chosen Descendants had concentrated all the druids of the six clans for this beheading operation, as well as the eagle companions of the Marauders, and there were constantly flying natural allies that were summoned by the spellcasters, making their formation even larger and more appalling. The bright and dazzling light of the sun was completely obscured by the dense council air force. Horus's hundred battle elite, as many as possible in the wings of the eagle, the sky-blinded shadow, jaw-dropping.
The bloodthirsty falcons that covered the sky let out a frightening cry like a thunderclap. They came down from the sky along with the black flying feathers, and the scarlet blood that rained down! It was like a shocking wave in a violent storm, drowning a flat boat floating on the sea, and like a huge dome of the night sky, falling apart and collapsing over the heads of the wolves!
The eagles contracted a pair of huge feathers up to eight feet wide. The sharp hooked claws pointed directly at the eyes of the wolves. The druids emerged as they approached the ground, weighing a ton of terrifying size, and with their indestructible hooves, they directly crushed the skulls of their enemies and bent the spines of the wolves!
Countless hideous and gruesome wolf heads collapsed downwards, accompanied by a circle of shocking waves of blood, trampled and squeezed into the inside of their own chest cavities by the horses' hooves!
At one time, the sound of tearing flesh and blood, the sound of breaking bones, the sound of blood flowing, mixed together into a chilling chorus of war.
"Pfft!"
After stepping on the heads of two werewolves, Toria changed back to the golden-covered, valiant descendant of God's chosen one. She did not hesitate to grip the hilt of the poisonous bite, sealing the blade and scabbard of the secret wax, in the force of the golden crawler chief pulling the sword, broken and fractured, a deadly poison, corroded by a thousand holes in the black poison blade, along with the sword, splashing out of the poison, in the air a black arc representing death and decay.
"AHHHH!!!"
Next to Toria, the wolves splashed by the venom, and the low-ranking druids not yet immune to the poison, have let out miserable wails. Their armor was constantly writhing, trembling black slime, corroding a horrible fissure. After the skin flesh and blood contact, directly rotting necrosis, and accompanied by "bared" sound, rising up a sickening black smoke!
The sticky black poison, along the surface of his flesh and blood rotting, eroding out of the horrific fissure, quickly slipped into the victim's body, riding in the blood vessels inside, rushing fresh blood, rotting, eroding every inch of the enemy's flesh and blood skin! The ghastly sound of flesh and blood and even bone marrow breaking and rotting, like a virus laughing madly!
As a poison bite clan, the top of the poison crystals. This kind of poison named "black death" by Sogros, I'm afraid that only the snakebite orc poison Scrooge can be comparable to it!
"May Skerritt grant you the ultimate victory!!!"
Several high-ranking druids carefully avoided the black poisonous water that kept spewing bubbles and gathered at the side of the chosen descendant of God. They chanted a sacred incantation, and a palm entwined with lime green vines and wearing a gold ring gently touched the armor on Toria's back. Sending the blessed power of nature, into her body.
[Bear's Toughness] [Bull's Strength] [Cat's Agility] [Protective Energy Damage] ------ The unique divine light of each gaining magic blossomed on the Chosen Descent! The golden sun shines brightly on her!
"Protect His Majesty!"
Looking at their brothers and sisters who were stained with black venom, their skin instantly necrotic and rotten, the wolves waved their blood-stained two-handed war hammers and clustered Horus in the center of the pack.
But more druids, praying to the gods for the power of nature's divine magic, roamed the mountains with green pasture grass, transforming into a hideous and horrific green python, combining into an infinite wave of green that swept wildly in the direction of the wolves! It snaked and twisted upward along their limbs and bones! By virtue of numerical superiority, it temporarily controlled the elite wolves of the southern expedition of a hundred battles!
Horus let out a furious roar, a mere entanglement spell, for him like a mole cricket as fragile and ridiculous, can casually shred, break free of the druid's bonds. But every time he tore up a huge herd, there were more green pythons that wrapped around his limbs and bones!
In anger. He could only watch as the golden mare, protected by a dozen golden crawler guards, wielding the cataclysmic battle blade entwined with thousands of currents in her right hand and a terrifying longsword stained with black poison in her left hand, killed a blood-soaked pathway among the wolves entangled in the grass!
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, the old wolf with white hair, in front of Horus, opened a red shield covered with flaming totems, the huge wolf paw with thin bones, fiercely threw out a burning fiery fire ball, in front of the pale green wolf king, exploded into a magnificent and gorgeous fire cloud! Thousands of scarlet red fire points, accompanied by a long pitch black majesty, like a volcanic eruption, burst in all directions, blazing hot, quickly burned up the nearby pasture grass! And burning a wall of flames in the grassland!
And in the center of the explosion of Horus, but unharmed - the flame shield, the tyrannical heat of the flames, all absorbed.
"Whew--"
The pale green wolf king quickly grabbed a hot and unbearable two-handed war hammer whose head was almost melted from the hand of the werewolf who was burned to char by the blaze. The high-temperature hammer handle branded a shocking bloody burn mark on the wolf's palm, and along with the choking scorching smell, wisps of green smoke rose up.
But, Horus couldn't care less. The sea of fire may have stopped the Golden Crawler's charge, but the Chosen Descent, with the [Protective Energy Damage] on his body, rushed out of the sky, and the thousands of electric currents wrapped around his sword blade, accompanied by the ear-splitting thunder that almost shattered his drums, collided fiercely with the war hammer in the Wolf King's hand!
"BOOM!!!"
The sword and hammer clashed, Horus did not move, but Tolya's right palm, but the terrifying force from the hammer, shaking a bloody crack, crimson blood, along the entire palm of the crack gurgling out, instantly moistened the hilt of the blade. The bones of the whole right arm, also creaking, on the verge of collapse, fracture!
The God's Chosen Descent forced himself to endure the severe pain, wielding the highly poisonous longsword soaked in black death in his left hand, following the hilt of the two-handed war hammer, cutting through a black arc. Forcing the Wolf King to let go of the weapon in his hand, taking advantage of the opening, the longsword, which was as terrifying as a thunderous cataclysm, viciously stabbed Horus' neck, trying to use the power of thunder to paralyze the behemoth in front of him.
But the old wolf, who was hiding behind the crowd, once again recited an incantation and opened a shield of energy filled with thunder totems in front of Horus!
"A mere spellcaster, a mere spellcaster, and after having an arm broken by me, you actually charge at me again? Are you defying me? Mare?!"
He himself, a melee legend, was actually charged twice by a spell caster. The Pale Green Wolf King thought that his pride was provoked by his enemy. After seeing the arcane shield of protection against thunder in front of him, his confidence grew, and his bloodshot eyes, too, burned with a raging fury!
In the face of that double enchanted cataclysmic war blade, the pale green slender wolf arm, with the speed that the naked eye cannot capture, bypassed the long sword thrust, sharp wolf claws, pierced the slender hand of the divine chosen descendant, the sword hilt and Toria's bloody right hand, held within the left palm of death.
The chief of the Golden Crawler endured the pain and swung the poisoned sword in his left hand, but Horus repeated the trick, his right arm was like a pale blue thunderbolt, deftly flashed through the poisoned black blade, the enemy's left hand holding the night-colored longsword, clamped within the right palm. The razor-sharp claws, after penetrating the soft palm of Torya, quickly bent forward and clasped her hands in a deadly grip.
"BOOM!!!"
Seeing that the other party was unable to break free of his grip, Horus grabbed the other party's hands and pulled downward with force, a horrific force, directly dislocating both shoulders of the Chosen Descent, ten fingers powerlessly released the hilt of the sword, the body weighing a ton, instantly lost balance, staggered forward to, golden mask, just hit the pale green wolf king ruthlessly raised above the knee!
With a crisp sound, the golden mask adorned with antlers was shattered into hundreds of golden pieces by this knee strike, accompanied by dripping blood, and fell helplessly to the ground.
"ROAR!!!"
Horus let out a triumphant growl, slender wolf's kiss, fiercely bit into the golden crawler chief like a swan white slender neck, trying to use sharp fangs, to tear off her head on the neck.
But, in the moment of life, the golden and green golden steel battle armor on the God's chosen descendant as if it had life, suddenly came to life, with steel as hard as the golden steel pieces of wood, and flexible green vines, turned into golden pythons, and green vipers, winding around Horus's body, wrapped around his limbs!
A piece of splendid golden wood piece, like a mouth sleeve, fiercely hoisted his slender wolf kiss, making the Pale Green Wolf King unable to open his mouth for a short time.
"That's right, I'm scorning you."
Toria, who had lost her full-body battle armor, her slender and moving body, and was left with only an animal skin breastplate, haughtily raised her head and gave a victorious smile to her legendary enemy who had been caught off guard in front of her. Deliberately, she mocked loudly in the common language. The forehead, which was cut by the mask fragment, slowly flowed a strand of crimson blood, which slowly dripped downward along her pretty cheeks.
Two emerald green vines, under the command of the God's Chosen Descendant, deftly gripped the hilts of the two sharp blades, wielded the deadly weapons, and viciously stabbed at the temporarily immobilized Pale Green Wolf King! Let the cataclysmic battle blade that flashed with a thousand thunderbolts, and the tip of the death sword that was soaked with black death poison, soaked with a thousand holes, grow bigger and bigger inside his own blood-covered pupils!
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Chapter 143: The blood-stained curtain
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The energy shield, painted with thunder totems, instantly sucked away the thousands of electric currents wrapped around the blade, but the illusory magical defense could not stop the cold blade, which had a solid body, accompanied by a harsh and horrible wailing sound, the cataclysmic battle blade, which had lost its thunder, was accompanied by a wave of blood flying in the sky, and sunk deep into Horus' left eye.
At the same time, the Abyssal Blade, which had been eroded by black death, also cut an arc of death on the right side of the Pale Green Wolf King's face! The large nest of long and hard wolf fur turned into nothingness, the pink flesh and tendons, the hard cheek bones, and the bloodshot eyes were all corroded and vaporized into a foul-smelling green smoke by the poison along with the horrible sound of "bared"!
In the blink of an eye, the constantly writhing, twisting black poison, took away half of his wolf face! After the blood and flesh scattered, in the air, bare two rows of hideous and horrible, gradually by the black death poison, eroding the pale tooth bed of extinction.
"ROAR!!!"
When he was on the verge of death, the Cang Qing Wolf King burst out with incredible strength, and the golden wooden board, which was as hard as steel, also broke into countless pieces of brilliant and dazzling gold shards under his struggle, and the huge wolf claw, which was like a terrifying meteor, instantly penetrated the chest of the Chosen Descent!
The wolf's claw, stained with blood and viscera debris, rushed out of Chief Golden Crawler's smooth white back. Between the five fingers, there was a red heart that was beating violently and constantly gushing hot blood.
"Protect the King!!!"
"Protect the Chief!!!"
Seeing this bloody and cruel scene, the soldiers on both sides were desperate and charged forward to snatch back their badly wounded and unconscious chiefs. Abu Hoss tried his best to pray to the gods of nature and community for healing magic to save the life of the chief of the Golden Crawler.
The fallen wolf priests also came from afar, dispelling the poison, healing the healing, trying to pull the pale green wolf king, who had one foot in hell, back to the real world.
"Forbidden guards of the Golden Cushion! Kill back! Retreat! Find me a quiet place! Damn it! Regenerating limbs and repairing internal organs is exceptionally troublesome for the healing arts, and your chief is even worse! The heart of the human body and the left lung, two vital organs, one lost and one injured! I can't concentrate on her healing in the chaos of the battlefield!"
"Damn it! What kind of poison is this? It instantly corroded away my nails? Old Wolf! Order the army to retreat! We need a quiet place to aid His Majesty! If we delay any longer, His Majesty will be dead!"
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Both warriors were concerned about the survival of the leader, morale and military morale plummeted, no one was willing to do too much tangling, waved two blades at random, ping-ponged on the enemy shield. After finding out that the enemy had the same idea, both sides were like ebbing waves, swarming around the seriously wounded leader and dissipating to both sides. The vast black wolf pack quickly retreated to the camp in the west.
The horses and men rushed through the night, where there was time to set up camp, so the forbidden commander of the Golden Crawler clan raised his arms and led his own soldiers, like a golden tide that covered the sky, and rushed towards the northern gate of Diodosia.
Seeing the golden reinforcements, appearing at the end of the field of vision, the people inside the city immediately opened the gates, turning into a surging wave of war, back and forth, wiping out the wolves that were bluffing in the north with pathetically small numbers, leaving the dead bone druids, flanking the seriously wounded Chosen descendants, to retreat back to the safety of the city walls.
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Southern Seaport.
The Bloodrage Clan elites were all sent out to participate in the expedition, and the interior was too empty. Although there were hill giants, and the Gothic priest's help, the improvised battle line, but also under the relentless attack of the great marauders far from falling. The fearless leader Ka'ang fought bloodily, and heads piled up under his hooves, but instead of reinforcements from other clans, they waited for the wolves to use magic and deliver the retreat order to Abaddon.
Listening to the horrible news from the far side that Horus was seriously injured and dying, Abaddon's face was like a walking light changing one after another. Fear, anger, fear, surprise ------ finally, settled in a dead-like silence.
"Burn their port, get on board, and retreat."
"Go? Why should we go?" Faced with the order of the Great Marauder, Halkon, whose body was bathed in blood and whose spear, behind his back, had skewered the heads of eight centaurs, let out a puzzled growl.
"We have been fighting fiercely here for almost three days and nights! The other side has nearly collapsed in this intense battle! Their fortifications are as shaky as candles in the wind! Give me another 80 minutes, and I can take my men and cut through these pathetic half-human, half-horse defenses! At this point, you want me to leave?"
"And then what?" Abaddon wiped the crimson blood from his lips and teeth, and his bloodshot pupils flashed with greed. "Even if you can defeat these men and horses holding the banner of the Scarlet Skull, what can you do? Their army has already killed back inside the city, if we stay any longer we will all die here! Have some foresight! Brother! Think about it, if the war marshal does die in battle, then who will inherit his throne? That old wolf who plays with arcana, or ------ me?"
"------ understands."
Harken nodded in realization, slightly retracted his own endless bloodthirsty killing intent. Under the order of the Great Predator, a fire burned the captured pier, cleanly. Under the cover of the blazing flames, with thousands of elite werewolves, they re-boarded the wooden ships and quietly left the port. Let this horrible war, which lasted for several days and nights, drop the last piece of scarlet curtain, stained with blood.
Centaurs, werewolves, after paying a heavy price, reassessed the strength of the opponent. Horus originally thought that the enemy was nothing more than a slightly larger colony of monsters. Toria also disdained the bloodthirsty beasts that wailed and screamed. Both powerful leaders, believing that they had overwhelming strength, could easily annex/recover their opponents' hard-earned territory.
Who knows, but in the end, they lost their troops and fought a lose-lose battle.
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"Whew--"
The pale green wolf king, who barely regained consciousness, wanted to say something, but half of his face, were corroded by the black death poison, the priests could see directly through the hideous and ghastly huge cleft, he kept writhing, spitting gusts of flesh and blood throat, was eroded half of the tongue barely wiggled twice, simply unable to form a language voice. No way, Horus had to use trembling fingers, dipped in ink, writing down the words he wanted to express on the parchment.
"Damage, loss, as, what?" The pale witch-wolf, staff in hand, slowly read out the crooked Gothic script on the paper and faltered as he replied to Horus' command.
"It's quite heavy. In the past few days of attacking the city, we have lost about two thousand men before and after. The two thousand wolves that Eugene was responsible for blocking the mountain road were wiped out by the enemy at the beginning of the war.
The battle with the main force of the centaurs, more than 5,400 people. Forever dormant on the bloody battlefield - when you were unconscious, the compatriots besieging the northern gate, by the angry monsters back and forth, all fallen, in addition to the landing war launched by Abaddon at the port, countless warriors like fragile grains of wheat under the huge mill, by the god of death crushed by all, reaping ------- kingdom lost nearly The kingdom lost nearly one-fifth of its combat-ready soldiers, and the lightly and seriously wounded are uncountable."
Hearing such a horrible battle loss, Horus' entire sturdy body, was trembling gently. He took the pen and paper and continued to write out his orders.
"Stop all war plans, shrink the army, hold on to the western region of Gredinian, resume farming and fishing with all your might, and intensify the training of the newly converted werewolves, so that those newcomers, in their bloodthirsty state, can keep their sanity as well as ours.
Centaur, I'm afraid, has also suffered a great trauma, so let Abaddon take an elite army to deter those monsters! Let him do everything possible to sign a temporary non-aggression pact with the Centaurs. If necessary, some gold can be paid to those monsters, the most peaceful price.
I was too impatient, the Gothic Kingdom, already in the war of conquest initiated by my father, all over the body, and now suffered such heavy losses ------ now the most urgent task is to restore the vitality of the people. Centaurs this account, stay in the future slowly repay, they stay here can not run, can not run!"
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"Cough cough! I ------ how long I've been unconscious for. Diodosia, how is the situation?"
Covered with animal skins, flax, wrapped into a mummy, the pale descendant of God's choice, also woke up leisurely in the golden tent. Let out a violent cough. Asked around nervously.
"It was about a twelve-hour coma. We all worked together to fight our way back inside the city, and reinforced the defenses on all sides. It is confronting the werewolves outside the city and awaiting your orders." Abhors' temples were covered with sweat, doing his best to recover from Chief Gold Crawler's almost certain death wound.
"Gurvia, my captain of the forbidden guard, while I am wounded, you temporarily assume the leadership of the clan, and even the council, resume production at full speed and do your best to speed up the production of weapons at Iron Peak Fort ------ cough cough! How many soldiers did we lose?
"Six hundred and sixty-two brave warriors of the Golden Crawl. The souls returned to the court of the King of Pleasure, and the remaining thousand were each wounded. The other clans are probably not much better. The soldiers we left in the city also suffered heavy losses in the alley battle. The exact number is being counted, but it doesn't matter, we hit those furry dogs hard! They were also badly killed and injured!"
Without lying, Gurvya desperately tried to comfort the sick, dying descendant of God's chosen one.
Do the wolves also suffer heavy losses? ------ You immediately gather all the soldiers who can fight, soldier before the tents of the wolves, deter them, and strive to sign a temporary truce contract. If you fail, I will allow you to take out some magic wonders from my treasury and give them to the other side as a price for everyone to recuperate.
Buy a little more time ------ time. After I have recovered from my injuries and the nine clans of the Centaurs have established a firm foothold in this strange land, we will then settle this unholy hatred once and for all."
"What if the other clans, don't agree to end this war?" The captain of the forbidden guard asked cautiously.
"Then tell the wolves of their whereabouts, and let the other side, cut these disobedient pricks for me ------ Damn Gorel, who relies on the strength of her Grey Mane clan's soldiers, and charges without permission when she sees a gap, without even a greeting ------ If she had been more obedient, how could the war have evolved into this!"
Chapter 144: It's the season of the white album again (above)
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399 A.D. - 24th day of the 10th month (399.12.24 A.D.)
The day after the war ended, Christina, who had been delayed a bit in Skerritt's Yew and hadn't marched in a hurry, returned to her scaly clan with a small group of heavily armored and fearless. The number of priests under Asana's command had soared from twenty-one to eighty-nine!
However, this war wounded is really more to a horrible degree, the number of scarce withered bone priests, a busy anxious. The druids, who had exhausted their divine skills, frantically deployed herbs to stop the bleeding, and used strong wine to wash away a ghastly scar stained with dirt.
If it were not for the fact that the spell caster can no longer get enough sleep to restore the spell position, this group of priests would hate to work twenty-four hours a day, just to rescue more brothers and sisters from the cold and merciless hands of death.
At this time, the priests transformed by Asana, instead became the indispensable healing power to save the blood rage wounded. Under the helplessness, the Drow elves, had to continue to fulfill their own fragile agreement with these humans, privately signed.
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"Wait - are you saying, Christian, that my sister was not present above the battlefield from the beginning to the end?" After ensuring that all the wounded were out of danger, Chief Bloodrage, who began to deal with the migration, suddenly heard Caen's report and frowned uneasily.
"Yes, I want to report this ghastly intelligence to you as soon as possible." With four constantly trembling lanky hooves that could no longer support the weight of the fearless chief, Caen lost his balance and collapsed on top of the carpet of the chief's tent. Two human priest's moved forward in a panic, praying reverently for divine healing energy.
"I know that you ------ you left the task of holding the rear to that bard. But you and the acting chief had just left Diodosia on your front foot when that black pony turned away and was nowhere to be found."
"Hell - what the hell is she up to!" Thinking of the scene a few months ago when Christian cried and tried to break away from the clan, Christina's heart, in an instant, sank to the bottom. She hurriedly rushed out of the tent and searched for her twin sister's trail.
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Poetry of the Dead Camp
The small and exquisite bard, sitting on her knees on the soft and fluffy animal skin carpet, gently plucking the flexible strings, slender dark fingers, like dancing black butterflies, in the lute, playing a tune on the heartstrings of the beautiful chapter. The melancholy music that seems like heavenly music is pleasant to the ears, and the aftershock can not dissipate for a long time.
Several beautiful nightingales, gently passing through the curtain of the tent, slowly rested on Christian's soft shoulders, accompanying her mournful music with a soft whisper.
"Pop, pop, pop."
At the end of the song, the chief of the poet dead, the beautiful and beautiful Piana, clapped her hands in admiration and praised Christian's heavenly voice.
"Your playing skills are becoming more and more exquisite, my whole body is sunk in your melancholy, gorgeous tunes, can not be extricated, I feel like alone, in the lonely cold snow field, looking around like a fairyland wonderful silver world, looking at the sky full of pale white snow, slowly waiting for the end of life ------
Ah, really, I have little knowledge left to impart to you, Christian. It's hard to imagine that you're all alone, no longer receiving any professional instruction, and still stumbling along the path of a bard for so many long years.
Perhaps it is this hardship that has made you a rare diamond in the rough, and with a little polishing, your playing skills have improved by leaps and bounds! Today, there are no more than five bards in the entire Poets of the Dead who can compete with you!"
Piana gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and slowly paced to Christian's side, raising a gold-encrusted cranium filled with strong wine to raise a glass to her success.
"But can you tell your teacher why, the songs you play always carry a melody so heartbreakingly melancholy? What mournful secrets are hidden in the depths of your soul, as the song passes through your heart?"
"I-"
Christian's beautiful face, which is as dark and smooth as coffee, quickly flew on two red hues, a pair of bloodshot eyes hidden under the dark brown hair. The heart-warming scarlet light shines. A cup of strong wine down, but also to her heart defense, the impact of shaking.
With the strength of wine, the petite bard, the accumulation of more than a month of negative emotions, pouring out in the "trustworthy" teacher's ears.
"I ------ I have a friend. She ------"
Christian stammered and spoke.
"Wait." Piana put her arm around her student's shoulders in good humor and amusement. "The friend you're talking about, is it yourself?"
"Shut up, that's my friend I'm talking about!"
The bard's beautiful and beautiful dark face was red from alcohol and shyness. The small fist, pounded with shame and anger the poet-dead chief who was covered with delicate totems, like a black cat with fried hair.
In her playfulness, Piana also tested the limits of her partner's shyness, so she meekly shut up and quietly listened to her student's confession.
"Ah, my friend is a slender dwarf who has been discriminated against by her clan since birth, who consider her a burden, a liability to the clan. Everyone despised my friend. Yet, with her talent and sweat, she has earned a place within the clan!
However, no matter how hard she tried, sarcasm and scorn were never far from her, and in adulthood, her twin sister became the most sparkling and moving bloody jewel of the clan, and all her fellow males, who tried to become her mate, but not one male centaur, ever expressed a hint of love to my friend."
"Dwarf, the daughter of the chief, the twins ------ characteristics exposed a clean ah hey, there is this unique identity, the blood rage clan ------ no, the entire council on you a good!" Piana in the heart powerless to spit.
"Finally, one day, finally, a pale man-horse, descended in front of her. He was gentle and friendly to his people, but cold and ruthless to his enemies! That white horse never to my friend, expressed a hint of discrimination and prejudice! She only ever felt the friendliness of the clan from that white horse, and from her own sister!"
Christian drank a glass of strong wine inside the skull, as if he wanted to use alcohol to dissipate the sorrow in the heart.
"Then that white horse grew better and brighter, and he took the members of his clan and tore through the armies of men! Cracked the Gothic fortress! Conquered the two-headed giants and cut down the sacred fire ------ crimson blood that coated all six limbs of his divinely handsome and elegant body! Above the pale beautiful coat, each drop of congealed blood, emitting a fatal temptation!
His battle record became more and more dazzling, his strength became more and more appalling ------ and I, a dwarf discriminated by the crowd, distanced more and more, and finally, even chose my sister as his mate! On one side is the glorious and dazzling white horse, on the other side is the twin sister who is always with you! Caught in the middle of them, I was an insignificant passerby! The eagerness of the clan, the throne of the chief, the pale centaur ------ she must take everything away from me! The lovemaking between them is like a sharp knife, ravaging my heart with a thousand holes!!!"
"This child ------ has forgotten to add the three words [my friend] ------" Piana slowly narrowed her eyes, like sheep's white jade like elegant white arms, tightly grabbed the collar of the black-skinned bard, forcing her like rubies like bright magnificent blood-colored pupils, looking directly at their own like the sea like The deep eyes, issued a voice of hate.
"Remember, Christian, perhaps you have been discriminated against since birth because of your petite physique. Underneath your pretend haughty appearance, you actually hide a cowardly, inferior to the extreme soul! But, you are still a human horse!
If you want something, fight for it, if you can't have it, pull out your weapons and plunder it! We centaurs are the relentless gale, the natural disaster of the steppe, the sharp arrows of Skerritt!
The so-called bard is laughing more radiantly than anyone else, living more brilliantly than anyone else! To obey your own ** and do whatever you want! And then to weave your life of death and no regrets into a million volumes of poetry to be passed down through the ages! Who are you to try to give up here when you are afraid to take on that white horse, without even making a single attempt at it?"
Yes, one has never expressed oneself to Peinhers, only hiding in the shadows, feeling sorry for oneself.
Hearing the words of the poet-dead leader, Christian's bewildered expression first turned into boundless shock, and then, it became more and more determined, as if he had made some kind of ghastly determination.
"Thank you for the reminder, teacher, I'll go first."
The black-skinned bard, who had come to his senses, staggered and raised his slender, elegant hooves like a black lightning bolt, and instantly dashed out of Piana's chieftain's tent and disappeared at the end of the road to Skerritt.
Looking at Christian's petite figure speeding north, Piana's seductive, sultry face slowly emerged with a sly smile.
"Tell Chief Golden Crawler that I have someone who could serve as the perfect pawn against the Bloodrage Clan."
Chapter 145: It's the season of the white album again (next)
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[Julian Calendar] - 399 A.D. - The 25th day of the 10th month (399.12.25 A.D.)
With the collected army of men and horses, Painehas achieved one glorious victory after another in a sea of scarlet and horrible corpses and blood. Also by virtue of Magnus' stealthy scouting, a few spies who were plotting to do evil, or simply other clans, were uncovered within and executed in public.
If love and fear cannot be combined, then the latter is more appropriate.
The pale centaur strives to play the role of a war commander who is more cruel and ruthless than they are, but fair and just, in front of this army of thousands of killers and plunderers, and he enacts laws that allow every centaur, with his own hands, to become the upper class that rules over a hundred, or even a thousand people.
This breaking down of class barriers was something almost unimaginable within other clans with solidified classes. After clearing a few traitors and punishing a few criminals, almost all of them, fearfully staying away from the legal no-go areas, desperately climbing upwards under a well-established system of warfare.
Of the three clans that defected, the Falling Hammer clan excelled in various craft work and were extremely good artisans. The extremely populous Barbarian Hoof clan, on the other hand, is a group of melee manglers who are good at using two-handed heavy weapons, and Peinhus considered selling them on the learning method of the barbarian profession, bulk manufacture of Centaur Fearless - albeit light armor.
You know, the Scarlet Fury is firmly in the hands of Christina, the other clans, only some lucky people, only awakened the use of fury, like Christian suddenly become bard inexplicable.
And the last one, the very sparsely populated Black Fang clan, seems to be just an ordinary clan that thrives on predators.
Hell, marauders, no matter which centaur clan is a dime a dozen.
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"Acting Chief! A guy who calls himself "Chief Black Fang" wants to see you."
"Let her in." Peinhus sat on his knees on top of a huge bearskin, and Magnus, dealing with the tedious business written on a sheepskin - he regretted opening something like a "suggestion box".
"Tap, tap, tap."
Along with a crisp and pleasant sound of horse hooves, a youthful, just-adult, even a little young mare. Excitedly, she rushed into her tent.
Her horse body is covered by a layer of soft and delicate, with a lustrous pure black hair, beautiful body curves, glittering in the candlelight. In addition to the white human skin, elegant and slender four hooves, fresh and dry short hair, constantly swaying tail mane, and even the pupils of the simple and flawless eyes, are deep pitch-black face.
The pale centaur was in a trance for a while, almost thinking that what was coming was Christian, who hadn't seen him for a long time.
However, this black fang clan girl in front of you, is completely and utterly pure black face, while the bard's tail mane, hair is a charming and lovely dark brown, four hooves are like snow and ice pale beautiful, and Christina's dark deep elegant four hooves to reflect.
"Dear Acting Chief, good evening. My name is Sigrid, the only daughter of the Black Fang chief, first of all, thank you for the most cruel way to do away with the sacred fire that killed my mother. So that she can enjoy permanent happiness in the midst of the hedonistic kingdom."
The young and lively young black horse put on a courteous and polite face. And Pinehurst said nothing, waiting for the content of the body after the other party's polite words were over.
"I have just come of age, too weak to beat the other clansmen, and so far have been a common soldier, therefore, I ask to be treated as a chief's heir, as it should be. Thousand households even if, at least a hundred households!" Looking at the acting chief who did not say a word, Sigrid ended the false pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"It's already dark, go back to bed, if I break the rules for any one person, then my sacrosanct law will lose all its proper meaning and turn into a piece of paper. The legislator would also lose his prestige in society and become a complete joke."
The pale centaur instantly lost interest in the mare in front of him and lowered his head to continue processing the sheepskin document.
"Hey! I'm not done yet! If you agree to my request,, I, I I, I can let you do whatever you want!"
The pampered, but the status of a fall, really can not adapt to the current life of Sigrid, heart crossed, directly removed the body of fur clothing, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the acting chief's pupils inside, instantly imprinted on a slender and lovely, overflowing with youthful white ketone body.
"------ sorry, I have a spouse."
"Do you ------ know, then, what position the Black Fang clan, holds in the ancient kingdom! We were, no, we are Hftubqu now too!"
Failing twice in a row, Sigrid's pitch-black pupils were filled with crystal tears, and under panic, she immediately revealed her last card in the negotiation.
"Hftubqu? What the heck?" Peinhus was once again confused by a word he didn't recognize. Magnus, who had seen a lot of things, instead made a dawning sound of enlightenment.
"Ah, it means secret police. Translated into your world's words, it's probably the equivalent of Jin Yi Wei, Gestapo, or some such damn thing." The little devil lay on top of the soft parchment, lazily crossed his left leg, and his slender scorpion tail, like a sophisticated tentacle, rolled up an unopened roll of parchment sheets, from the ground.
"That's right! Do you understand the ability of the predator [predator]?" Sigrid bent her horse's hoof and pulled out an ancient roll of paper from inside the clothing that had fallen to the ground. Quickly approaching Pinehurst, the snowy peaks in her hands, along with her movements, swayed and slapped together, rippling in a circle of fragrant flesh-colored ripples.
"You put your clothes on first." Peinhus sighed a little awkwardly.
"I know that the marauders, in order to better hunt, kill the enemy, will be the enemy's habits, the body structure of a thorough study, and generations of records, passed on, most centaur marauders, choose orcs, goblins, elves, or humans as the object of the [arch enemy].
Some say that being targeted by a predator who lists himself as a [arch-enemy] and knows all about him is the most terrifying thing in the world."
Sigrid, who failed in her beauty seduction, helplessly put on her clothes. Judging from the heart, a great power, the battle power is terrifying, every muscle curve on the horse, are perfectly moving Pinehurst, almost all mares dream girl, not to mention his coat, or extremely rare pale face!
The black-fanged maiden unrolled the antique parchment scroll in front of Peinhers, and the acting chief glanced at it, and his body was immediately drenched in sweat!
That paper, drawing the centaur detailed, precise to a horrible degree of deconstruction diagram, countless records of the centaur weaknesses, habits of the small print, dense crowded the entire paper!
"That's right, our black fang clan predators, on the surface look ordinary, but in fact, everyone's [arch enemy] choice, are, and only [centaurs]! There will never be a second choice!
The more elite the Black Fang Marauders, the more comfortable they will be when it comes to killing their fellow human beings. The predecessor of our clan was a covert action unit dedicated to the ancient kingdom, to cut down the dissidents. A hundred years ago, there was not a single human horse that dared to rebel against the rule of the Supreme King, in large part, because they did not dare to face the terrifying fronts of our Black Fangs!
The highest-ranking elite members of the clan even learned, on the side, some of the sneak attack techniques of the wanderers, in the treatment of brothers and sisters who need to be removed only, each of them, are cruel and cold-blooded killing machines."
"Wait! Other clans, also absorbed a lot of black fang marauders!"
Painehurst's hands and feet were cold and his six limbs were drenched in cold sweat... the ancient kingdom was poisonous! Dedicated to creating a force of anti-humans?! Marauders [Hostile] degree of power, he has long appreciated, by this kind of special anti-centaur marauders targeted, just that kind of horrible psychological pressure, is enough to some cowards, completely crushed.
"Don't worry about it, apart from the feature of being anti-centaur, our clan's loyalty is definitely at the top of the council, and you are the first outsider to know our clan's secrets. As long as I still bleed my mother's blood, the Black Fang members scattered all over the world will never betray their clan ----- but I'm too young and weak, those old guys, won't necessarily recognize my ruling position."
"I see, with this document you have offered, you will have enough merit to become a member of the ruling class and get the good life you have dreamed of." Peinhus accepted the parchment scroll with a smirk. "Perhaps, on the surface you are only a hundred, but your treatment is definitely similar to that of an ordinary chief! As long as you can guarantee, your Black Fang Marauders, absolute loyalty to the Blood Fury Clan."
"Your wish will be the goal that I will strive for all my life. Seriously, sometimes, you really talk and act like an elf or a human sometimes - using the reason [having a mate] to reject other girls ------ Could it be that Blood Fury is monogamous? A chief cannot have plural spouses?
Forget it, bye bye! Remember, my courtship invitation is always valid oh!"
Sigrid kneeled on all fours and performed the salute of submission to Painehurst. Like a child who has got his favorite toy, he rushed out of the tent with a cheer.
"This child ------"
Peinhers helplessly shook his head, just as he was about to continue processing documents, a mournful and melodious music, slowly enveloped the entire tent.
"Damn it! He didn't hesitate to reject that black-fanged maid! What if he rejects me too ------"
Christian, who had spent a whole day without water or rice and had hurried back to Skerritt's Yew to tell his love, stopped his advance outside the tent and gazed at the acting chief, who was one step away, through a thin layer of animal skin.
The fragile heart hidden under the haughty appearance, because the other party's categorical refusal words, once again shaken.
After a moment's pause, the bard's dark and slender ten fingers, playing a moving mournful music, accompanied by a dance of beautiful music, manipulated the power of the arcane.
"Hoo-"
A graceful figure, suddenly flashed into the chief's tent, Pinehurst was wondering who could bypass the guards and enter here, as a result, he just raised his eyes and within his tired eyes, only endless tenderness remained.
The handsome and elegant war horse body, the delicate blood coat, the dark and deep hooves, the blood like a waterfall, the long and soft hair perpendicular to the waist, the graceful body with explosive power, the high snowy peaks, and the beautiful face with enthusiasm and vivacity - that is the gloomy and introverted Christian, and her sister The biggest difference.
"Christina! Why are you back so soon?" The pale centaur happily rose from the carpet and gently walked over to the other side.
"Shh..."
The "Blood Fury Chief" stretched out a white jade finger, lightly nodded at the lips of Pinehurst, erasing all the other party's doubts. She hesitated a little, but finally made up her mind somehow, and struggled to stand on tiptoe, the two groups of softness in front of her chest, instantly squeezed in the pale man-horse, cold solid chest above, the delicate red lips, also gently point in between the other party's lips, greedily claiming the other party's love.
"I love you, Pinehurst."
"I love you, Christina."
The "rouge horse" body trembled gently, but immediately intoxicated in the other side of the cold embrace. She left all her worries behind and just wanted to enjoy the lingering moment before her.
Magnus wisely slipped out of the tent, left and right blood rage soldiers, but also away from this place, and tighten the defense and guard, so that the two love and lust fire, ignited the whole chief tent.
The sound of panting mixed with a little pain, the sound of the passionate collision of flesh, the sound of lustful and seductive gurgling water, accompanied by the two tell each other love words full of words, can not be dissipated.