Chapter 146: True or False Chief
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After a night of passion, the bard, disguised as a blood rage chieftain, collapsed contentedly on top of the sheepskin mattress, her naked skin covered with crystal sweat, her soft belly undulating, two towering black mountains, moreover, swaying gently along with her rapid and satisfied panting voice.
"So quick to fall asleep."
Christian tenderly stroked Pinehurst, the handsome face in a deep sleep - acting chief these days, almost no rest and entertainment time, high-intensity work for several days, after going to the clouds and rain together, physical strength finally reached the limit, in the bard's raging tenderness, fell into a sweet dream.
"Humph, the big event has been decided, when he wakes up, he can't refuse if he wants to."
The bard stretched out a slender finger, curled, ruffled her own strands of wet dark brown hair, so that her ruby-like, shimmering blood-colored pupils of boundless spring, in the appreciation of the pale centaur in front of her, there is no obstacle.
"No - although I did not participate in the war, but, according to the information passed back and forth by the poet-dead, the pale horse, not only had to manage, suppress more than three thousand newly joined the blood rage clan, grinding teeth and sucking blood violent elements, but also had to face the endless harassment of Sartre, raids, and even back to the fortress, had to deal with That Thunder Spear clan that singled itself out and stood beside the Chosen Descendants ------ he must be exhausted."
Christian's brow slowly wrinkled together. Heartache stroked the other party's long pale hair. Several years, pent up in the heart of the depressed shadows, by the endless pleasure brought by the intercourse filled washed away, the bard after the witching hour, once again returned to a calm state of sanity.
"Wait, something is wrong, the situation is so chaotic, Horus is entrenched in the West, that bitch Toria is eyeing his crown, and my sister's right to rule, the Blood Fury clan is facing the challenge of both external enemies and internal problems, everyone is fighting hard, and I'm doing this kind of thing to disrupt his work, will it be a little too selfish ------ "
Christina blossomed a gentle smile, affectionately called their own "sister" beautiful picture, suddenly flooded Christian's mind, the bard that spring beauty face, slowly emerged a touch of guilt, regardless of a million reasons, he did do her wrong things.
"Forget it, hold back a little longer, wait for the north to stabilize, then pick this thing out." The spark of reason, in the end, prevailed in Christian's incomparably confused mind.
Thinking of this, the bard once again played a bewildering mournful music, on the lips of the acting chief, leaving a regretful kiss, gradually disappeared inside the tent. The blood fury warriors on both sides of the road, have bowed to her disguised as the blood fury chief.
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"Release the arrows! Release arrows! Release the arrows! Charge with guns! AlanNure Sandra!!!"
The next morning, a uniform roar, accompanied by the high-pitched and mournful sound of horns and the dense drumming of horses' hooves on the ground, formed a war chorus that swept through the entire fortified fortress on the seashore once again.
The roar of war was like the raging waves of the Black Sea, echoing back and forth inside the castle.
"Release the arrows! Release arrows! Release arrows! AlanNure Sandra!!!"
"Oh my God - another early morning training session for Thunder Spear's sisters and nobles? Let's not let anyone sleep!" Pinehurst, who was woken up by the war cry, breathlessly opened his bloodshot eyes and let out an angry roar.
If the other party was not a fellow warrior, he would have ordered the blood rage warriors to send a rain of sharp arrows to these fanatics who disturbed people's sleep, so that the Thunder Spear centaurs, lying in their own blood, shut their mouths forever.
These days of cooperation, Pinehurst slowly learned to fight alongside their own Thunder Spear clan: aside from the guys licking protein powder every day, each covered in flesh characteristics, they are a group of highly militarized violent gang. Unconditional obedience to superior orders.
The newborn foals, from the time they can walk, must be strictly enforced within the clan, that is like an iron-clad law of death.
All soldiers are the feather in Chief Sandra's arrow pouch, the blade in the sheath, the extension of the arm flesh and blood. If the Thunder Spear clan is a life. Then, the clan members are the flesh and blood tendons, the headman is the nerve nodes, and the chief, the heart and brain, directs the activities of all.
The chief does not order to eat, all shall not eat. The chief did not order to sleep, all shall not close their eyes. The chief blew the horn of assembly, everyone must be the first to get their weapons and appear in front of her - Pinehurst bargained with her several times, early morning assembly is fine, can you not blow the horn in the middle of the night, the whole fortress to make the chicken jump? The blood rage also needs to sleep, right!
"Annoying, or order the soldiers to sleep at dusk, get up in the middle of the night to gather, noisy death of that gang sister expensive forget, Chris ------ ugh?"
The pale centaur looked at the empty bed mattress around him, and the wreckage everywhere after the passion, fell into a huge doubt. He straightened up his pale god handsome body and pulled open the curtain tent, but the guards on his left and right told him: the chief left Skerritt's Yew last night?
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Time passed like a white horse, and Horus and Toria, who were seriously wounded and unable to move, reached a final agreement through pen and paper. The two sides signed a peace treaty and gave each other some money so that the leaders of both sides could boast in front of their own soldiers that "the enemy was afraid of our supreme military front, trembled and prayed for peace, and sent a valuable gift."
It was a good deal to use a sum of gold to exchange for one's prestige in the hearts of the soldiers.
The war ended and the wolves retreated back to the western side of Gredinian, licking their wounds in the dark. And Christina, with the entire population and property of the Blood Fury Clan, left Diodosia, and the whole clan migrated to Skerritt's Yew, far away from the center of the council.
Before leaving, she also used her pastures and land inside the city to exchange for more food and livestock. After three days and three nights of trekking, a greeting procession appeared at the end of a blue field of vision. Under the banner of the Scarlet Skull, stood a pale horse.
"The pale horse!"
Christina let out a happy cheer, four pitch-black elegant horse hooves, in the turquoise grass, into a deep streak, so that their willowy and seductive scarlet body like blood, into a carmine gale, gently floating into the other party's cold, broad pale embrace.
"Say, a few days ago, you suddenly came to my side and suddenly left, is something happened?"
Pinehurst happily opened his arms and embraced the lover in front of him. Enjoying a moment of charm, by the way, he asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.
"Huh? I ran straight back to Diodosia to take care of the clan, huh? Didn't come back at all."
Christina tilted her head, her delicate face, revealing a cute expression that was even more confused than him.
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The smile on Pinehurst's face slowly froze and his eyes widened in shock, a look of disbelief, and in front of the Blood Fury chief, and a group of soldiers, quickly regained his composure, and used moving words of love to put this off, slowly dispelling the doubts of the rouge blazing horse. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. By the way, find a good time to privately summon the sentries on duty that night.
"Block the news of the chief's appearance that night, so that when the man on duty horses behave and shut up. Also, inform Kulonia to gather the best predators under him, the hounds with the sharpest sense of smell, the eagles with the sharpest vision! Check out any trace left by that [Blood Rage Chief] that night, and uncover that impostor at all costs! Do it now!
By the way, don't tell the chief about this, I'll handle it myself, got it?"
"Your will!"
Chapter 147: Black fangs
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All of Clan Bloodrage migrated to the northern Skerritt's Yew, and settled in this fortified seaside fortress. Peinhus fulfilled his promise and distributed the cattle and sheep that roamed the mountains to the newly joined clan members according to the number of ears - that is, merits. Christina, too, agreed with Peinhers' law, spreading it within the entire race.
The whole four thousand two hundred and twenty-one centaurs. The average household of three consisted of about two adult female and male centaurs, and one immature foal. They share a tent, and livestock, and wealth.
Most of those ponies are their children, but of course, there are some children, who are war orphans whose parents died. Adopting these ponies will give you extra resources from the chief.
Of course, some of the men and horses who were highly decorated in battle, had high prestige within the clan, had more livestock wealth, often had plural partners of the opposite sex left and right, and also had more children. Let the population of a household swell to about four to five people.
After a series of extremely troublesome compilation, statistics, as well as door-to-door requests to change tents, had to persuade, adjust the tedious work, the entire blood rage clan of four thousand two hundred and twenty-one members, divided into there are one thousand three hundred and thirty-three tents. Each hundred tents, divided into the most basic fighting groups. They were led by thirteen brave and warlike [Hundred Household].
Of course, unlike ordinary nomadic civilizations, a tent with a family of five can only support one cavalryman in battle. A foal of about a year old has strength comparable to that of an adult human male. As long as it is not a huge expedition, a tent, three people can pull out two people to fight, life and death, the whole population is not impossible. Therefore, each 100 households also commanded a minimum of 150~200 primus inter pares.
In a new round of the battle for a thousand households, Peinhus won the final victory. Became the unshakable war commander of the clan. And the extra 333 households, a hundred households is Christina's former deputy, the chief of heavy armor fearless: Caang. He brought those iron-riding armor, wielding heavy battle axes, burning red fury of the two-handed heroes, under the direct command of Christina.
There were also two hundred and thirty-three tents, all extra divided Black Fang clans, who formed an extra fighting group. Led by the pampered, boyish Sigrid. The pale centaur took some outlaws who had committed capital crimes, as well as infiltrated gold-crawling spies, and dropped them in front of these executioners who were formerly the secret police. Want to know their true strength.
The black fangs nodded, and with calloused hands, wielded two sharp, short spears - these marauders excelled in two-weapon combat. Their five-foot-long, hideous short spears were so slender that they could be poked and thrown - a shaft so thick and long, it was said, that while it could counter a cavalry charge, it could pass right through a gap in the ribs of a man or horse and pierce their heart.
What happened next was a bit bloody and harsh. The black-fanged marauders flaunted their murderous gambit in front of their new masters, throwing their hands simultaneously so that the two spears, which kept spinning and tearing the air with an ear-piercing wail, were like the most precise and sharp scalpels in the hands of a surgeon, piercing through the gaps in the ribs, one above the other, piercing the two hearts of the centaurs at the same time!
There is also a guy, in order to prove that he knows the structure of the body of the centaur, like a butcher, accompanied by heartbreaking screams, from the body of the condemned man, tore off a complete leather, then, skillfully cut off all his muscles, internal organs, and finally only a paralyzed on top of the blood on the ground, without a trace of scrapes, scratches and complete skeleton.
The last guy, did something even more exaggerated: he was on a spy, stabbed countless times, just when Pinehurst confused, the predator skillfully cut open the belly of the dead, crimson blood, splattered all over his body, but did not let his solemn face, any change in expression, blood-stained hands, also like two cold rock, did not appear the slightest shake.
The pale centaur raised an eyebrow in surprise - the man pulled out a short spear, pierced with a thousand holes in the red heart, bloody organs, pierced by countless spear points, cut scars, he was combined into a sacred totem of the Black Fang clan: a beast opened to the limit of the bloody mouth, the upper jaw of the two long, horrible fangs, almost pierced The chin.
"Very well, according to the promise, I allow you to wave the banner of the Black Fang Clan and wear the clothes decorated with the Black Fang Totem. Your glory, your traditions, can all continue." Pinehurst nodded in satisfaction. "And I will not send anyone to rule or hinder your lives. All two hundred and thirty-three Black Fang families are united under the command of your chief's only daughter: Sigrid."
"But your Black Fang members scattered among the other clans must provide me with all the information they can pry into! If the day of civil war does come, it must be on my side."
"Your will."
Sigrid gave an awkward bow.
"To be honest, the [black fangs] that scattered the clans, had a few private contacts - you also understand that we are all skills, are used to counteract the same clan, herding, hunting, attacking foreigners is not outstanding skills.
We are just a sharp blade that will choose its master, and my mother once thought that Sacred Fire was a suitable bearer of the blade. But she was wrong, and took her own life, leaving the clan in tatters.
However, you have defeated the unbeatable Holy Fire and promulgated such an efficient and just law. Therefore, everyone studied and decided that you are more like a [king] with a sharp blade in your hand than a divine chosen descendant."
"Is that so? I thought you just wanted the luxurious life of a chief before you chose to pledge your allegiance to me."
The pale centaur raised an eyebrow.
"This is also a reason la-" Sigrid squirmed and lowered her head, and then, along with a brisk pace, jumped in front of Pinehurst's body, with her delicate lips, closer and closer to the acting chief's ear.
"But, most importantly, that badge, others don't know about it, but we at Black Fang know all about it: the badge in Holy Fire's hand is the real thing!
Not to mention that the oak emblem, which is lodged with divinity, was actually destroyed by a small fire, and it was burned to an abnormal level, without a trace of aberration - don't panic, Acting Chief. The Black Fang is loyal to you wholeheartedly. Will guard a little unspeakable ------ [little secret] for you."
Chapter 148: The contract to sell your body
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After settling the men and horses, it was the turn of the vassal races. More than sixty hill giants under Ferol's command were placed at the foot of the walls of Skerritt's Yew, and more than five thousand Tungots, living in the port of the castle.
The craft-savvy Falling Hammer centaurs, from the woods of the west, cut down a large number of logs and, with the help of the priests, expanded the size of the harbor, built a small sailing ship for them to sail and fish, and formed a small fleet.
After hearing again that his teacher, the Drow elves with a smile that exudes fatal seduction, signed a verbal covenant with the barbarian general: Asana, Pinehurst's headache became more and more severe.
With their own men and horses, indeed, in a short time, these humans can be completely suppressed, once again put in shackles and put into dark houses.
But the problem is that if the blood rage centaurs, want to fight against the powerful Golden Crawler clan, they must make their own power, while the God's chosen descendants have not yet healed, become even more powerful.
And the human slaves with no hands in front of them are being transformed at a very frightening rate into priests of the first order who cast divine magic ------ is really an army of holy light that cannot be ignored.
"Name your price, Peinhus. What price do I have to pay to redeem my fellow man, with my own freedom?"
Asana clutched her shapely body, her beautiful almond-yellow eyes, flashing with fear and anger. Every time I see the pale centaur, underneath the hard chainmail, above the white skin, the ghastly scars of a javelin running through it, it hurts vaguely.
"Six years, you can redeem your freedom after six years by helping me fight unconditionally for six years, and by using the divine magic of the priests to save our wounded.
As for the tax rate, it is on the same level as the centaurs. The Goths need to pay half of the wealth plundered during the war, and the rest of the materials can be distributed as you like. The usual income from grazing, farming, fishing and hunting also need to pay me one tenth. If you have surplus materials, you can only trade with the Blood Fury clan, and are not allowed to start trade with other centaur clans."
The pale centaur rubbed his head and drew up a workable plan. Pasture, cattle and sheep is so much, other clan food production, in the perennial war, has been at a lower level.
And horse hair, stung by seawater, will become itchy and painful, over time, and even lose color, dry and cracked, resulting in all the clansmen, have avoided the sea, Parliament occupies a large area of rich coastline for nothing, but can not develop, use.
But, unlike the Goths who grew up by the sea, these robust humans, who originated from the Nordic island of Gotland, were born to play with water. The knowledge of fishing and hunting has been passed down from generation to generation and can provide Blood Fury with abundant seafood, which they themselves trade with other Centaur clans who lack food at a later date. Absolutely can make a serious profit.
"Well, the tax rate is okay, but six years is too long, three years." Asana frowned, after thinking for a while, trying to suppress the fear inside, hands around the chest, straighten their surplus waist, eyes looking directly at the acting chief in front of them, trying to seek a better future for their people,.
"Five years." Painehurst said calmly.
"Four years." The Gothic priest lifted a slender, white arm and held out four slender fingers in front of the pale centaur's eyes.
The pale centaur took a deep breath, and with his left hand, he pulled out a small piece of copper wire from the leather pouch at his waist dedicated to storing spellcasting items, and with the biological instinct engraved in his DNA, he let the breeze filled with arcane power, wrapped in his own words, float gently into Asana's ears.
"This is not a food market, and I am not a vendor of anything. Asana! Get your bearings! In five years, I'll still be your master!
Think about it, you priests, you are not indispensable to Bloodrage. And you, whose wings are not yet full, are extremely dependent on our shelter. A mere five thousand civilians, and more than one hundred and fifty first-class priests ------ If I expel you to the wilderness, these people who have nothing, will they plunder the supplies of the people and horses and be destroyed by our fire? Or do they meekly roll back to the West and be converted into their kind by the wild dogs that have killed them? Or will they spend their days in the grasslands, eventually becoming the dung of some unknown monster?
Five years! That's my bottom line!"
Step by step, Peinhus destroyed the psychological defenses of the Gothic priest.
"By the way, what I just said was all I said to you alone, using [the transmission technique]. Those humans didn't hear a single word. Now, I order you, in front of them, to swear allegiance to me, or else I will order you all to be expelled to the depths of the grassland. Remember, their fate is now in your hands alone."
Asana silver teeth clenched, like a beautiful evening sun under the long orange hair, heroic face, a pair of apricot-yellow eyes, spitting the flames of humiliation and anger.
He was just in front of the clan, fighting with that damned centaur to the end, and in the blink of an eye, in front of all humans, bowing to him? This will greatly damage their own in front of the clan, so hard to accumulate the prestige, as well as the inviolable glory. However, if you refuse to ------ forget it, for the future of the clan, I am willing to do anything.
The priestess let out a long sigh. Under the astonished gothic barbarians' gaze, slowly kneeling under the hooves of Peinhus, limbs, trembling gently from humiliation.
"I ------ Asana Ayron. I am willing to lead the priests under my command in exchange for the freedom of my people, and fight for you unconditionally for five full years."
"Very well." The pale centaur nodded in satisfaction and gently grabbed the priest's shoulders with both hands and lifted her off the ground.
"According to the rules of the Blood Fury Clan, I will, later, divide you into a thousand tents with a standard of five people to a household. Asana, you will be the head of their thousand households. Manage, arrange your people's every move. The carpenters of the fallen hammer will give you enough materials to build a church on the coast dedicated to the god of punishment."
"Whew--"
After arranging the Gothic barbarians, Pinehurst took a long breath of relief, and then discovered a sad thing: those lowly slaves, swung into glory as soldiers, resulting in the labor force within the clan, again, not enough.
Blood Fury is now a large clan with a population of over 4,000 and almost a universal army. Herding, hunting, gathering, and war training all take up a lot of time for the people and horses. Previously, cleaning the camp, transporting excrement, chopping wood for the fire, boiling water and other miscellaneous tasks were previously handled by the Goths.
If you let the people and horses back in charge of these dirty work, will inevitably reduce their training time, so that the soldiers combat effectiveness, quality of a downward trend, but no one to do these dirty work, the camp will again become a dirty dump ------
With this in mind, Peinhers turned and patted Kulonia on the shoulder, flashing an impish smile at the head of the marauders, who was the most powerful of the twelve hundreds in battle.
"The northern grassland monsters are rampant, and we have to clean up these uninvited bandits' anyway, so let's capture some groveling gnomes alive to do the dirty work that no one wants to do while we're at war."
Chapter 149: The cause of the war
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The sudden quadrupling of the population size also allowed the internal affairs of the Blood Fury Clan to pile up to a frightening amount. Fortunately, the pale centaurs popularized the household system, dividing a clear class of soldiers - hundreds - thousands - chiefs.
The internal functioning of the four thousand clansmen was handled by twelve prim and proper centurions, and the cronies beside them. Except for some particularly important matters, Peinhus would not care about the soldiers, he ruled directly and managed these twelve hundred households just fine, which did not let himself, overwhelmed by the large number of complicated events.
Of course, some special people, independent of this system. For example, one's teacher, alone, has a huge, sturdy animal skin tent.
When Pinehurst, the high elf given to him by Chief An Ran, presented to Henneville, the female warlock's eyes burst out with a strange excitement, as if black jade, smooth and slender hands, pulling that with handcuffs and shackles, unable to run, but also by their own black skin, scared to blush high elf, into her private tent.
It didn't take long for the sultry sounds of simultaneous pleasure and pain to come from inside.
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On the other hand, Christina, with the heavy armor fearless, began to teach the savage hoof centaurs the use of blood rage, stimulating the bloodthirsty beast desire that was bound and confined inside them, transforming a group of savage hoof warriors into centaurs fearless, burning with raging flames and wielding heavy weapons with both hands.
Looking at the rage skill that can substantially strengthen his combat power in a short period of time, the pale centaur was somewhat shaken inside and tried to part-time a barbarian to strengthen his melee combat skills.
However, no matter how Christina and Caan taught, they could not get the acting chief of the orderly camp to enter a hideous and horrible berserk state, and finally had to give up.
Seeing the Bloodrage Clan's iconic two-handed giant axe, Peinhus fell into contemplation. The battle axe is indeed a very good weapon, the iron ore consumed to cast the axe is far less than the longsword, and the damage inflicted, is also above the iron sword.
However, in the face of Sutter's army of light horsemen entwined with illusionary sound, and the golden crawler forbidden guards like a wave of gold sweeping heaven and earth to the horrific charge, two-handed axe can not have any good countermeasures.
So, change to lance? No, lances are suitable for charging and counter-charging, but, in close combat, they are far less powerful than battle axes. According to the black fangs, the information gathered from the battlefield, those large shields and long spears of the golden crawler forbidden guards and gray maned men and horses. In mental physical combat, they were suppressed miserably by a group of elite werewolves clad in heavy armor, wielding war hammers, and those dueling warriors who also wielded battle axes.
"There you have it!"
With a flash of light in his head, Pinehurst hurriedly ran to the casting area of the castle and asked the aged drop-hammer craftsman, a centurion named Kaur, for a new casting request.
"You mean, let my people, in bulk, build this strange weapon?"
Kaul touched his long dark beard, dirty soot, swept off the ground by his large rough hands, revealing the true color of his beard - like blood coagulation after the dark red face.
"That's right." Peinhus nodded.
"This thing, it looks like a spear that is six feet long. But on both sides, respectively, are sharp axe blades, and heavy war hammers - this thing is so heavy at the top, it's a bit demanding on the shaft and the user."
"Nothing nothing, more training is good, with our natural strange strength, swinging this kind of halberd is still very easy. In order to be stable, you can leave a few hollows where the halberd head meets the wooden pole, and reinforce it with rivets."
Peinhers sold the advantages of this new weapon.
"You see, the long, slender wooden handle, with its sharp tip can counter a cavalry charge, or it can be used as a spear to launch a charge. It can also be used as a long-handled axe or a long-handled war hammer to slash and kill after getting into close combat. When facing a lightly armored enemy use the sharp axe blade on the left side, and when facing a heavily armored elite in lockets, use the heavy war hammer on the right side for an armor-breaking smash."
"Is the name [Halberd]? It sounds good." Kaur took a deep breath and began to complain and spit.
"But, acting chief, ah, you first let us give those humans, build docks, ports, small boats, and what church. Forget it, after all, those two-legged beasts, will bake a lot of delicious fish and shrimp to give us to eat, for the sake of that thing is very delicious, I put up with it."
"But you asked me to build crossbows and javelins in accordance with the standards of the Roman Cantos riding lance, and strive to make all the men and horses a riding lance, not to mention the frightening demand for lockets and arrow clusters ------ We can't even finish the work at hand, and now we have to build this damn thing called [halberd]? Do you really think we are tool people who don't eat and sleep?"
"I will improve the treatment of the blacksmithing industry and, recruit a large number of new apprentices for your old man." Pinehurst scratched his head in embarrassment. "In this way, you first finish building the Gothic homeworld, and then prioritize building halberds. Rifles, crossbows, throwing spears and whatnot can be delayed a little."
"Timber is okay, there is a big forest to the west. But, we don't have enough raw materials for iron ore." Kaur stretched his hands, indicating that the clever woman can not cook without rice.
"This ------"
Pinehurst scratched his head. Although the Iron Peak Fortress can be dug every day, forging a large number of iron ore, but that huge vein of ore by the nine clans under common control. Only a portion of it, free of charge, is distributed to the various clans, the rest are directly inside the fortress, forged into weapons, armor. The remaining little bit of iron ore is also used as a commodity, and the highest bidder gets it.
In order to stabilize those surrendered soldiers, the surplus livestock all part out, no money, so poor, desperate.
"What do you, the Falling Hammer Centaurs, do when supplies are scarce?" The pale centaur suddenly spoke up.
"Plundering other monster clans. The weak are not worthy of wealth. The only law on the prairie is absolute power," Kaur said with a look of indifference, continuing to swing his hammer and forging the sharp points of his mounted spear.
"We signed a peace agreement with the werewolves in the west, and we can't lay a hand on those guys for now. The monster clans scattered in the grasslands, one poor, fight with them, it is also difficult to get oil ------ "Peinhus unrolled a roll of Gredinian maps, gradually moved his poor eyes, from the west, to the east of the Kerch Peninsula.
"According to the intelligence of the Tasmar tribe, at the time of the collapse of the Gothic Kingdom, this place was occupied by a huge wave of Waaagh. And in the northeast corner, is an elven city-state named [Pentecapone], where was ruled by the elves for countless years, it is said that the history of the city-state, even back to the ancient elven era ------ Guess, those pointed ears, how much treasure hoarded in the city? That group of greenskins, and in the ruins of Goth, how much gold and silver plundered? And how much could we, in turn, have gained from the war between the elves and the greenskins?"
Chapter 150: Spear of Thunder
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The first ray of brilliant, glorious golden morning sun, pierced the white tent, will be her bright and moving warm light, sown in the Thunder Spear Chief, that serious, cold face above.
Even in the sign of sleep, Sandra that robust abnormal, six limbs, dense pile of countless rock-like hard muscles above, still cloaked in heavy steel armor, calloused hands, clutching a sharp spear, even in peacetime, she still maintains a standing sleeping position. Small nostrils, if not for the breathing, and the gentle trembling, Thunder Spear Chief, simply like a lifelike statue of flesh and blood.
Sensing a slight change in the external light, Sandra slowly opened a pair of relentless gray eyes, after moving down some stiff hooves, slowly pulled out a trombone made of cow horn, was a horrible scar, through the red lips, took a long deep breath, so that the high-pitched mournful sound of the horn, resounding throughout the Skerritt's Yew.
"AlanNure Sandra!!!"
Along with the sound of the trumpet that resounded through the clouds, the Thunder Spear centaurs, who also stood and slept in times of peace, without taking off their heavy armor or loosening their sharp blades, quickly opened their eyes and rushed out of their tents as fast as they could, forming countless neat rows under the idol of Skerritt and starting a new day of morning practice. The sound of neat and unified battle roar was heard inside the fortress, back and forth.
"What's happening! The sound of a rallying cry? An enemy is coming??"
The heaven-shaking battle cry woke Christina from her sweet slumber, the naked rouge blazing horse, scrambling to get up from Peinhers' cold embrace, her fair and slender arms, through her stunning scarlet hair that looked like a blood-colored waterfall, grabbed a piece of animal skin clothing, and haphazardly draped it over her unclothed torso.
"Ah ------ don't panic, it's okay, it's okay." Also woken up by the war cry of the pale centaur, helplessly from the bed, arms gently around the white shoulders of the blood rage chief, her slender and titillating body, re-embrace back into their own broad embrace, slowly soothe the frightened carmine blazing horse in his arms.
"I forgot to tell you yesterday, the Thunder Spear clan ------ next door, well, they have a training session every morning, early in the morning."
"My God, the sun is just showing a head ------ this point, set training? And let no one sleep??"
Christina's mouth grew in surprise. Acting chief can obviously feel, the body temperature of the beauty in his arms, is climbing at an incredible rate, like ice and snow like white and delicate skin, gradually turned into a beautiful and moving rouge color - this is the blood rage chief emotional performance, whether in battle or in bed. This time then mess with her, you will get a bloodthirsty fearless into a state of blood rage.
Centaurs, because of their dark vision, are not like the humans of old, who rose at sunrise and set at sunset. The individual clan's work schedule even reverses day and night. They will look for the nest of beasts or monsters in the afternoon, and then carefully go hunting in the early morning while the prey is asleep.
However, these people work hard all day, just lying down to sleep, they heard the sound of the Thunder Spear clan that boiled back the training ------
Christina face up from the bed, pick up, put on scattered armor clothing - long time no see Pinehurst, last night play a little crazy.
A pair of spectacular snow-white peaks, along with the blood rage chief bent waist, swaying out of the burst of dazzling milky white arc. The carmine horse first put on a comfortable animal skin single coat, and then put on a chainmail shirt made of thousands of iron rings, densely woven. Finally, only in addition to the six limbs, put on the three skulls of the Chimera, and complete fur, composed of light gold leather armor.
Since the Blood Rage Chief, was stabbed through the chest by Alpharius, she also cautiously put on the heavy, but sturdy iron armor.
"By the way, Christina. As you know, I was not brought up with centaur culture. These months, I probably understand how to deal with the prick of the same clan - but, dealing with the chiefs of other clans ------ this, I'm a little unsure of the score, after all, we share the town of Northland, face at least to pass, and not good to fall out."
Pinehurst from the carpet, pick up a with his fur as pale as the sheepskin coat, tied with four or five spell-casting package of tough belt, also re-bound in their waist.
"So, you put up with that muscle sister Gui for so many days? Curonia is right, you think a lot like a human or an elf."
Christina rolled her eyes in amusement, casually grabbed a huge two-handed axe that thirsted for blood, and angrily walked towards the Thunder Spear's territory.
"Haven't you noticed? You promulgated that unheard of series of strange laws, what household registration system, three forbidden ------ reason why those surrendered soldiers obediently accepted, is because you slaughtered their former chief: the sacred fire Ka'an ah, dear.
Whether or not it unifies the same clan, centaur, or even to all beings living on the steppe, power is law, and victory is truth."
"Understood."
Peinhus nodded thoughtfully. Gathering all two hundred of them, also awakened by the battle cry, heavily armored and fearless in iron riding gear, carrying huge two-handed axes, they flanked Christina, whose skin took on the color of rouge, and walked toward Skerritt's idol.
They pushed and shoved their way through the rows of well-trained Thunder Spear soldiers, gradually approaching the stout Sister Sandra.
"Stop them!"
Looking at an aggressive group of people who were destroying the sacrosanct morning tradition of their clan, Sandra's spear was raised high and thousands of Thunder Spear soldiers, without hesitation, surged towards the middle and instantly straddled between the two chiefs. A sharp spear, like a dense forest of steel, went straight to the clouds.
"What's the matter, Chief Christina?" Muscle Sister Gui asked with some annoyance.
"Chief Sandra, can you push the training time back a bit? At this time of the day, everyone is sleeping, it's not good for you to disturb people's sleep like this, right?" The rouge blazing horse rubbed the axe handle in his hand and looked around warily at the Thunder Spear soldiers.
"Shield wall!!!"
Without answering, the Thunder Spear Chief waved her hand, and the equally muscular banner-bearing officer beside her immediately raised a large, hideous banner embroidered with black clouds of thunder.
Upon hearing the order, three thousand well-trained Thunder Spear soldiers, like robots that absolutely followed the program, quickly formed a neat wall of shields, and from the "V" gap between the shields, a sharp spear reflecting the golden morning sun came out. The blood rage horses, surrounded by a group. The speed of the formation change was mind-boggling.
"Do you want to provoke a civil war? Sandra!" Two hundred Heavy Armor Fearless immediately took up a fighting stance and clustered the chief in the safe center. Pinehurst immediately opened an invisible mage armor, and Christina pulled out a loaded heavy crossbow with a sharp arrow cluster, pointing straight at Sandra's head.
"Draw the bow! Full string!"
The soldiers under her, like Sandra's flesh and blood body, carried out the chief's words unconditionally, without any confusion or bewilderment in their pupils, and without a trace of fear or trepidation when the arrows were pointed at the chief of his tribe.
The pale centaur, who did not expect the situation to deteriorate to this extent, hurriedly asked Magnus to go invisible and mobilize the blood rage army. He himself, while bending his bow and setting his arrows, grabbed the super small arrow target ornament strapped to the composite longbow and prepared to snipe the opponent's chief with [Keking Machine First].
"Stop! Retract the string! Let go."
The Thunder Spear Chief calmly waved his hand, and the Thunder Spear men and horses carefully withdrew the bow strings drawn to the full moon, and scattered to the sides in a trained manner, like a solemn statue, standing on both sides, giving way to their fellow blood rage, making a route to leave. The movement was neat to a terrifying degree, as if more than three thousand people, driven by the same soul, the same mind.
"Behold, Chief Christina! This is my proud clan! My proud army! They are completely subservient to my orders! At my command, even if I told them to jump into the sea, to launch a death charge against tens of times their enemies, or even to finish off the chosen descendants of God, these soldiers would not hesitate for a moment!"
Sandra raised the spear in her hand with great bravado and spoke with unparalleled arrogance. "They obey my orders, just like this spear, obey my arm! This is the glory that the Thunder Spear clan has accumulated for a hundred years! I must say, you are too lenient with your subordinate clansmen, whether it's Toria, or you, you are too kind! Are you envious? Chief Christina, want to make those undisciplined bandits and robbers under you become as well-trained and orderly as the Thunder Spear soldiers? We can start with morning exercises together."
"I have to admit, your words are very convincing." The rouge blazing horse, slowly regained his composure from the other party's vast formation. "But, forgive me for refusing, I see only endless [sorrow] in the pupils of your people."
"Take your time, no farewell, we have to continue our drills."
Hearing Blood Rage's words of refusal, Sandra shrugged indifferently, turned her sturdy and robust body and continued to train up the soldiers around her.
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After ending the dispute with the Thunder Spear clan, the two of them worked together to deal with the clan's internal affairs. With the slowly extinguishing war between the centaurs and wolves, Sartre and trolls, who were following orders from Horus, also withdrew to the west. The size of the other monster clans could not pose a threat to the allied army of Blood Fury and Thunder Spear, and every day, the primitive totem banners were trampled into the dirty mud by the hooves of thousands of horses.
First, a small group of elite fearlessness was dispatched south to the Iron Peak Fortress located in the midst of the sublime mountains. Ensure that the iron ore belonging to the Blood Fury Clan's share is not forged by the Centaur artisans, and send the raw material directly to the casting area of Skerritt's Yew.
Secondly, let the Gothic Chancellor: Asana pick a few eloquent humans and go east along the coast to the High Elf city-state of Pentecost to see how things are going before deciding on the Clan's next deployment to the East.
Then, deal with the villages and fields near the Yew of Skerritt. The reason why the Savage Hooves clan is good at using two-handed weapons is because they are better at farming than nomadic herding. Plow harrows, iron plows and what not were used to wielding them. Grab the plow tool, plowing efficiency even more than ordinary cattle and horses.
Although the barbarian hoof tribe, when shooting arrows accuracy is very very poor, but in close combat, they are a terrifying brute force, enough to suppress other clansmen and horses.
Although the winter wheat planted by the Goths this year was almost destroyed by the war because of the chaotic times, the remaining half of the winter wheat, if well taken care of, will be a considerable amount of food income in late spring next year.
Finally, it is to discuss how to deal with the hard piece of Thunder Spear, the level of training of that army is really terrible, the pale centaurs even consider borrowing the hands of Henneville and Magnus, to an assassination operation ------
"Chief! Chief! It's not good!"
Suddenly, a centaur dripping with blood, supported by two high-ranking druids, stumbled towards the two chiefs. It was as if he had been hit head-on by a siege gavel, and his entire abdomen, along with a small half of his chest cavity, was sunken inward. Between the lips and teeth, constantly coughing up blood mixed with internal debris. The huge horse body, also left three huge claw marks of flesh and blood turned out.
More terrifying is that this guy six limbs, seems to be some kind of horrible poison eroded, all over the hair, like fading leaves, downward floating.
The naked skin, covered with dense herpes, disgusting pus, mixed with crimson blood, dripping, dripping down to the ground. When the men and horses nearby saw this appearance, their faces turned pale, except for the druids who had no fear of toxins, and ran away in a hurry to the distance.
"Which hundredth commander do you belong to? What has happened? How did you get hurt like this?"
With the sorcery crown, that toxin immunity, Pinehurst shocked forward, observing the other party's injuries and frowning intensely.
"I ------ I am a craftsman under Kaur Baidou, in compliance with your orders, went to the western forest, cutting down trees, to build a port for those humans, ship support ------ before in the periphery of the logging are no problem, but, today, everyone a little deeper, on, by, a, huge monster, attacked!"
PS: this new monster with a proto-body with the same name, guess the type and name, tomorrow double (manual comic)