Chapter 166: Chimera Skeleton
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"Christian! You're cheating! Chimera's skin belongs to me! Mine!"
The leader of the black fangs: Sigrid. Surrounded by the bard's barbarian regiment, living like a child whose toys were snatched away by others, aggrieved and on the verge of crying out.
If in other places, these executioners, clad in black robes, might have torn open the barbarian soldiers' blockade directly for the comfort of their bakufu, and then disguised this bloody conflict as an [accident], and took this extremely rare booty from their comrades.
But now, Lord Chito is watching, so they don't dare to do too much.
"Don't cry and whine, little girl. Come and get it yourself if you want it!"
The bard didn't bother to turn back to her, lined up in a row with more than twenty elites under his command, raised the huge riding spear flat in his hand, and let the thick and heavy tip of the spear, along with the horrible force generated by the charge of the men and horses, tear and penetrate the flesh and blood of the Chimera. Blood gurgled out from one horrific scar, staining its pale golden hair, scarlet in appearance.
"Ho--"
The monster let out a desperate wail as it was on the verge of death. More than twenty mounted lances, deep into its chest cavity, with terrifying force, shattered solid ribs, churned soft internal organs, and even three sharp lance tips, ripped through the three necks of the Chimera, with crimson blood, following the broken breathing tubes, flooding its broken lungs.
"Well done! When we get back, all tents, get a fat goat as a commendation for today's victory!"
Christian nodded in satisfaction, and from behind her back, she drew the crossbow made by Peinhers herself, and snapped the dangling blade on the belly of her index finger at the head of the lioness in the middle of the chimera.
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"Why, did you have to give him an arrow to the forehead? He's about to breathe."
A hunt ended with a complete victory for the centaurs. Most of the barbarian soldiers were busy cleaning up the battlefield and cutting off the left ears of the earth goblins and seer wolves to get more rewards. Peinhus also brought the veterans of blood rage and came next to the bard. The huge flying monster had perished, the central lioness head, was penetrated by a powerful crossbow arrow, only a small part of the arrow's tail, exposed in the air.
Pinehurst looked at the corpse in front of him with heartache, this is his internal skeleton servant! After the loss of internal organs, the ribs what does not matter at all, but the most conspicuous skull, but the bard opened a hole ------ really beautiful.
"Because you said to make it a skeleton servant, ah." A bright smile bloomed above the bard's bronze face.
"It will always be by your side, afterwards, right, Peinhus? In that case, whenever you see the scars of its skull, recall - this hole, caused by Christian."
The pale centaur could not understand the bard in front of her somewhat. In the past, she tried desperately to put on an arrogant, high-minded appearance to hide the inferiority complex in her bones, but in fact, deep down, she was just a girl who longed for approval.
But since she had enough power to defeat Charlaton, Christian, literally morphed and swelled into the person she once was in disguise.
Pinehurst did not say anything, a few skilled marauders, immediately wielded a small knife, complete stripped Chimera's fur, brought back to the fallen hammer artisans, so that they for the bard, to build a similar war armor and her sister.
And the acting chief, in the center of the Chimera's corpse, tore open a scroll of divine magic traded from Pentecapone, and instantly, the rich negative energy, like a breaking tide, gushed out from the tiny paper scroll. The space around it was desecrated and polluted. The temperature of the air nearby fell wildly, blood-stained grass, also bent their sickly ruddy waist.
"Very well, within the range of [Blasphemy], the resurrected undead, will be stronger and stronger and unbreakable - by the way. Miss Henneville, the book says to put the black onyx in the mouth of the corpse, before casting the Ouija that evokes the dead ------"
Pinehurst played with his hands, with his eyes as dark, deep black stones, looking at the three monsters of the corpse, some hesitation to say.
"I want to put black onyx, in the mouth of which head? Any of them? Or, put all three at the same time?"
"Either one will do. Just get this over with and go home and sleep."
The Drow elves stiffened and jumped off their tall war horses. A group of men hunted them for three full days and nights in order to hunt this earth elf warband, and the acting chief's coveted chimera. Nothing happened to these strong half-humans and half-horses.
However, the female warlock on horseback, feel their bones frame, are going to be that war horse upside down, the inner thighs, also in the long time friction, become bloody flesh.
"Okay."
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Pinehurst excitedly broke open the lioness's bloody mouth, the young ewe, in exchange for the expensive gem, into the chimera gradually cold corpse, his pale hands, gently holding the monster's head, in the middle of the grassland soaked with negative energy, chanting the eerie and horrific necromantic incantation.
"Whew--"
A cold, dark blue flame instantly flared up from the lioness's eye sockets, melting and burning the two round beast pupils. Immediately after, the goat's head of the two square evil pupils, also in the blue fire, into a puddle of sticky liquid. The black dragon's icy vertical pupil, also in the flames of ashes.
After skinning, Chimera exposed pink muscles, driven by the arcane, aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, decay, slowly detached from its solid skeleton, like a rainstorm of rotting flesh, snapping, snapping, have fallen to the ground.
In the end, Pinehurst was left with a skeletal beast with six hollow eyeholes, burning wildly with ethereal blue flames.
"It worked."
The acting chief purred with delight, the ghastly skeletal beast, like a docile cat, spitting out the mouth has long been the ghostly blue fire, burned into an empty shell of gems, good-naturedly rubbing the warlock's pale coat.
The beauty is that the tough membrane between the Chimera's wing bones also decayed and aged during the transformation ritual, turning into a disgusting mass of flesh and foam. It looks like there is little ability to fly.
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Chimera Skeleton (Undead) (Servant of Peinhus)
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Strength: 20 (5)
Agility: 16 (3)
Physique: -
Intelligence: -
Perception: 10 (0)
Charisma: 1 (-5)
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Life value: 56 (9D12)
Defensive rating: 15 (10 3 natural 3 agility-1 large body type), contact 12, caught off guard 12
First Attack Adjustment: 7 (3 Agility Adjustment 4 Mastery First Attack)
Basic attack plus value: 5.
Tackle: 14 (5 basic attacks 5 strength adjustments 4 size adjustments)
Devouring bite: 9 attacks, damage 3d6 5
Punch: 9 attacks, damage 1d8 5
Claw Strike x2: 9 attacks, damage 1d6 5
Speed: 30 feet
Occupancy: 10 feet.
Reach: 5 feet.
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Damage Reduction 5/Blunt Attack, Darkvision 60ft, Immune to Cold
[Mastery of First Attack]:First Attack 4
[Bloodline Expertise-Medium Level Domination]: You are dominated by a powerful Dominator with base attack 1, defense level 1, and spellcasting check 1.
[Enhanced Innate Attack-Eating Bite]: Choose one of the creature's innate attacks. The damage of this innate weapon increases by one magnitude, as the creature's size increases by one size level (2d6-3d6)
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Toughness exemption 4
Reflection Exemption 6
Voluntary exemption 6
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Chapter 167: The messenger of the elves
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Pinehurst was like walking a dog, with the hideous three-headed skeleton, running wildly in the grassland, by the way, with some captured earth goblins, testing the combat limits of their own servants.
This world full of magic, not at all scientific, Chimera's jaw muscles, obviously lost a fine, but, his bite is still amazing, lion and black dragon's head, can rely on their incomparably sharp canine teeth, penetrate, tear the flexible leather armor, like a saw-like dense sharp teeth, can also chew strong bones and sticks.
The goat's head, to little bite, but the full force of the charge, the two huge horns on the side of the head, like two Cantos riding spear, easily stabbed through the wooden shield of the skin, and shield-wielding earth elf captive, in her body opened two transparent holes. The blood-soaked horns of the ram, also sticky with the flesh and guts of the debris.
"The beauty of it is that he can't fly - what a pity." Peinhus said with some regret.
"Converted into a zombie, to be able to fly. But the zombie will slowly decay and fester, and the stench of that rotting flesh will make let several days can not eat. So, it's still skeletons are a little cuter." Henneville shrugged her shoulders. "Well, hurry back to the fortress, for a skeleton servant tossed so many days, I'm dying of exhaustion."
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Having obtained the long-awaited undead servant, the acting chief returned to Skerritt's Yew contentedly. Because of the previous test, they were the last unit among the three hundreds to arrive home.
Pinehurst had just arrived at the tent door when he saw Sigrid, the little girl, rushing out of the chief's tent, crying and crying, under the close protection of several Black Fang elites, hurrying away.
"Did something happen? Christina?"
Pinehurst gently pulled open the clean white curtain. Looking at the charming and moving rouge blazing horse in front of him, he asked with some confusion.
"Ah, that overgrown little girl, gave me a complaint, saying that my sister took the spoils of war that should have belonged to her by the most despicable means." Chief Blood Fury said somewhat helplessly.
"Still as grumpy as a pony when she's an adult ------ This little chief, is she being spoiled by her mother? If it weren't for the black fangs, which are too important to us and I don't want to stalemate the relationship, I would absolutely have to capture her and train her properly for a few weeks to become a strong warrior."
"No, no. That little girl is acting for us on purpose, she's treacherous at heart." The pale centaur shed his belt with weapons hanging all over his body, let out a sigh of relief, and his whole body went limp before Christina's towering mountain peak, enjoying her soft and warm embrace.
"Huh? You mean, she deliberately dressed up like this and acted for us?" Chief Bloodrage's eyes widened in surprise
"Yes, think about it, those black fang spies planted in various clans, put all the information, before sending it to you, went through under that girl's eyes, nearly a thousand executioners who specialize in slaughtering people and horses, and even sworn allegiance to her bloodline - you say such people are not scary? "
"Well - it's indeed scary. If such a fellow existed in the clan, I would definitely have trouble sleeping. Even if I don't just kill it and get it over with, I will definitely make her hand over her eldest daughter as a hostage to ensure her absolute loyalty to me."
Christina thought about it carefully, and then said with some confusion. "Huh? In that case, why am I not at all wary of Sigrid?"
"Because she is afraid that we really do, so that is why she deliberately pretended to be a spoiled, unmotivated look, that is, to lower our guard, but also to show us good - in fact, that girl is smart."
Peinhus lay in the warmth of his lover's body and changed into a more comfortable position. Planning for future action. For three whole months, the Blood Fury clan has been restored to stability under their rule, and their strength has skyrocketed.
But the Blood Fury clan, is not the only master of Skerritt's Yew - together with the garrison of this fortress, there is also the military society's Sister Thunder Spear noble. They steadfastly support the chosen descendants of God, and are the most deadly rivets that Toria has nailed to her side.
The pale centaurs were very wary at first, and Sima Yi lent his sword to kill Zhang He, who was sent by Cao Wei to spy on him, and there were too many examples of such pits.
However, the Thunder Spear Clan's Chief Sandra, a righteous and upright person. Although their positions are different, and there is much friction in the trivial matters of life, but, when she heard Magnus' request for rescue, she still brought the elite of the Thunder Spear to save their lives from the mouth of the green dragon - that battle, at least ten Thunder Spear elite, died under the Mortalian deadly poison.
Soon after, the Blood Fury clan also thwarted the long-planned plot of the Cat People tribe in an ambush and rescued Sandra's eldest daughter, and the two sides can be said to have a life-long friendship and an existence worth trusting their backs to on the battlefield. For three whole months, Blood Fury and Thunder Spear fought side by side, wiping out the entire northern land of foreigners.
If you can bring the Thunder Spear clan to your side, Peinhus, and do not want to break out any bloodshed.
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The next day, the two chiefs woke up leisurely to the clamor of the Thunder Spear alarm clock. For three months, they had gotten used to the routine of the Thunder Spear clan. Just as the two were dressing and getting ready, the scouts brought good news: six huge warships had come in from the sea. Looking at the flags, they should belong to the High Elves of Pentecapone.
Pinehurst hurriedly dressed up and hurried in the direction of the port. It was six finely crafted, unusually large double-decked oar sailing ships, similar to the Roman legionary warships, but more soft and delicate, like an ingenious work of art.
The totem painted on the sail is not the Imperial double-headed falcon, or the PX rune, but two white swans with left and right symmetry - the totem of the elven city-state: Pentecapone. Since the fall of Greece itself to the Roman Republic, they have lost contact with their relatives in their homeland and have become an independent city-state hanging abroad.
However, the other Gothic sailors were puzzled by the fact that the six large ships were extremely shallow draught and apparently carried no cargo, only a basic crew, oarsmen, and the most round-trip provisions.
"Squeak-"
With a harsh noise of wood rubbing against each other, the elven seamen lowered the makeshift pontoon, allowing a small group of heavily armed soldiers, kicking on their shiny leather boots, to step onto the wet dock.
Their long, tall bodies are draped in ankle-length studded leather armor, and their elegant necks are tied with a light cloak of navy blue. In their left hand, they held a huge fancy tower shield, and in their right hand, their spears, also tied with a white swan banner, were rattling in the warm sea breeze.
Behind the ten elven warriors, is an aged male elf, his skeleton-like dried up and aging palms, clutching an oak staff, slim body, hidden under a black cloak. No, the plain-looking black cloak, overflowing with a hint of arcane energy, is obviously an expensive spell robe that
"Good day, mighty Chief Centaur. For the first time, I am the uncle of Governor Pentecapone: Ogwelyn Chaoge."
Orgwelyn nodded his head in greeting to the mighty Blood Rage Chief before him.
"Good day, honored elven friend."
Christina politely bowed her head. These elves in front of you, are taking gold and silver jewels, to exchange for food fat sheep, have to be well entertained.
"You have brought six empty ships this time, double the size of the previous ones, what are you going to buy?"
"No, no, no, thanks to your help, we have exchanged enough food and fodder, plus the clan's day and night fishing at sea, Panticapen's food crisis is solved. However, we can't repel the roaming tide of greenskins alone. Therefore, the governor sent me to ask - what price do we need to pay in exchange for your military assistance?"
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Chapter 168: Surrounding the beast to save the essence
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After hearing the invitation of the elven mage, Pinehurst and Christina looked at each other, they first received the elves and their party to the meeting tent, and ordered the slaves to serve large pieces of lamb chops and large bowls of milk wine. After slowly deliberating.
The war has been going on for months. Pantikapen now has 40,000 slaves, 10,000 elven citizens, and hundreds of different kinds of demonic statues, and some units of the dead - life and death, the White Tower mages out, evoking a large number of the dead, and then handed to those low-ranking apprentices to manipulate, and hard to create a creepy undead troops.
Rather, the elven city-state is also precarious under the green tide. A variety of strange and bizarre siege equipment, the endless. Boom city trash, giant beast ladders ------ today burned two, tomorrow built a bunch ------
"The governor has made a sacred promise that no matter how many men and horses you send into battle, for each one, you will receive a pound of gold, or some other equivalent as a reward. Those who die in battle will even receive double the amount of pension, and this clause is already very generous, Lord Chief."
Ogwilim Chao Ge speaks eloquently.
"According to the information we have, your side has signed a peace treaty with the wolves, and the number of men and horses stationed inside this small fortress and primed for war is even close to ten thousand: will this be too much of a waste?"
"This man is an old negotiator. When paying the reward, the term used is all [people and horses], not [soldiers]. It's a pity, I originally wanted to send him a few thousand goblins."
Peinhus said silently in his mind.
"It's not a question of whether we have room to spare, it's a question of whether it's worth it."
Christina dissatisfied to say, scarlet eyes, seeping out a wisp of ferocious bloodthirsty horrible light.
"The horror of those green-skinned orcs, you know better than us, let me send my own brothers and sisters, to a precarious city that is in danger? Blood rage does not earn money that is not spent on life!"
"Cristina! Painehurst! A letter from the Southern Council!"
When they were arguing, Sandra suddenly entered the council tent, she looked very excited, but when the chief of the Thunder Spear saw a dozen strange foreign faces, the words that came to her lips, but she swallowed them again.
"Sorry, there are some urgent matters within the clan, please enjoy your food first, we will be right back."
The pale centaur gave an apologetic smile and hurriedly left the table with Christina, accompanying Sandra's pace to a quiet corner.
"Can we talk now? Chief Sandra?"
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"Ah, it's like this. The council has recovered its strength after three months of recuperation and is deeply rooted in the depths of the soil of Gredinian. We do not have 100% certainty of defeating the wolves, therefore, the chiefs have set their eyes, to the east, on the Kerch Peninsula.
The Kerch Peninsula it contains vast iron ore resources, and along the bridge built by the elves, stepping over a shallow strait, one can reach the vast Transcaucasia - it was along that ancient path that the Grey Mane Clan returned to the Council, from the Anatolian region of the Eastern Roman Empire. Now, another Centaur clan, which has just arrived in the Caucasus, is ready to join us.
But it was not only Chief Goliath who crossed that strait, but a large number of greenskins as well. Today, they have the Kerch Peninsula firmly in their grasp, and sometimes, they even pour out of the Dragon's Throat Fort to plunder and harass the land of the centaurs.
Therefore, the decision to go to war with the greenskins was unanimously approved by the seven chiefs, except for the two of us. We needed men to station in the north, so the two clans, in total, only needed to send a thousand warriors south to meet the main force of the council."
Sandra quickly recapitulated the story. "And ------ although we have this fertile and happy land, but with the northern sea of grass, disconnected, at this moment, need a road to connect to the old home."
"Can't beat up a werewolf, so you find a soft one to pinch first?" Peinhus sighed, he originally wanted to refuse Pantikapen's employment proposal. Now it is good, forget it, anyway, to fight the orcs, then from the side of the elves, blackmail some benefits.
The trumpet of battle resounded through the clouds once again. The chiefs of Blood Rage quickly assembled and received the chief's orders. Payne Hess, with three hundreds, Sigrid's black fangs, a total of twelve hundred men and horses, and three hundred priests under Asana's command, prepared to move south and join the army of the council.
Sister Christina, leading the remaining seven hundreds, as well as the stone throwing giants, continued to garrison the castle.
"Friends of the elves! We agree to assist you. However, I have a better way!"
After leaving the lower-level chores to the individual hundred households, Peinhers stepped into the council tent again and opened his arms enthusiastically.
"I don't know if you have heard of an allusion? A long, long time ago, an elven city-state was surrounded by a large army of orcs. The desperate elven governor sought help from the mighty Centaur, but instead of rescuing the elves, the then Supreme King of Centaur went to the country of the orcs, smashed and burned in the land of the greenskins, forcing the orcs to withdraw their troops and return to their lair, rescuing the elven city-state, known as [Surrounding the Beast to Save the Elves]."
After hearing the story, the High Elf ambassadors looked at each other, while Ogwilyman carefully recalled the past and searched for the history made up by the pale centaurs.
"Haven't heard of it. Your side's plan. It sounds wonderful, but how can we be sure that what you say is true?"
"If you're not sure, you can send a representative to act with us." The pale centaur shrugged his shoulders. "The Blood Fury Clan is true to its word."
"Well, I will personally follow you." ** Master Chaoge, trembling, climbed up from the sheepskin blanket, his bony body, harboring its horrific arcane power, the vicissitudes of cloudy eyes, flashing a dangerous ray of light,
"Indeed, theoretically, the more we make noise behind the orcs, the greater the chance of the other side withdrawing, but we will only give half of the gold. When the Panticapone side, after confirming that the tide of orcs has receded, the balance will be returned."
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The well-trained centaur warriors, assembled in a short time, each warrior, carrying two tall and brave grassland steeds as pack animals, carrying a large number of provisions, arrows. A sharp spear straight to the clouds, a blood-colored skull, black clouds of thunder banner, hunting in the wind.
"This separation, I don't know how many months will pass before we can reunite."
Always full of vitality, Christina, listlessly lying in the warlock's broad embrace, some sadness to say. Not yet separated, she missed her spouse, the pale figure.
"If what the Golden Crawler scouts say is true, the war will soon be over, and the nine clans united in power can easily crush any green-skinned war gang, and I will be back soon."
Pinehurst tenderly stroked the rouge blazing horse, the long red hair that was like a blaze of splendor, gently kissed her delicate lips, and then, leading the army, gradually disappeared from the sight of his lover.
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The pale man and horse walking in a blue sea of grass, the field of vision, are a monotonous green, suddenly, a pile of muscles all over the sister Gui, leapt into their eyes.
"Chief Sandra, what's wrong?"
"I want to talk to you seriously, Peinhus." Chief Thunder Spear spoke with unparalleled seriousness.
The warlock did not answer, he looked around vigilantly, found that the other party is alone up, did not carry any retainers, and his own side is all blood rage barbarian soldiers, then reassured to say.
"All ears."
"Let's start with a story. I once had a biological sister who was an extremely talented druid and the true heir to the Thunder Spear. I, on the other hand, was just a pure soldier."
Chief Thunder Spear sighed. The story unfolded.
"However, she was torn off one of her front legs by the winter wolf - a huge white wolf that can communicate and is extremely cunning - and has been hobbling ever since, and must hold a wooden staff in her right hand to barely stand up. That's why the position of heir fell on my head.
But the sister, who defied her mother's ruling, immediately after his death, took her cronies and started a bloody civil war. On that day, hundreds of loyal and brave soldiers died at the hands of their sisters who fought alongside them, the blood of innocents, stained the white tents, and even the immature foals were burned up by the flames of the civil war.
That night, with my mother's forbidden guards, I killed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood among the rebels. Countless of my fellow soldiers fell in front of me, trampled by my horse's hoof into a pile of bloody mush, the spear in my hand, every time they stabbed a bloody scar, my soul is like being torn by fangs and claws, emitting a sharp pain!
Finally, I stabbed my sister through the heart with my own hands, and her hot blood splattered all over my six limbs! That dying face still ravages my dreams every night,"
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Sandra scratched her short hair frantically, recalling the memory, for her. It would have been no small torture. Her voice grew lower and lower, and finally, almost pleadingly, she said.
"Those rebels are all my close friends that I grew up with! They were all fellow soldiers who fought and killed together on the battlefield! I have experienced the trauma of civil war and know the pain of killing my best friend with my own hands, so for the sake of all of us who have fought side by side for three months, please think it over - could it be that, in your Blood Rage's opinion, this civil war must be fought? Just hand over the golden hat on your head, and you can avoid a terrible conflict."
Pinehurst looked steadily at the Lemao chief in front of him and let out a long sigh.
"You could have, at that time, also ordered the soldiers to drop the weapons in their hands and surrender to your sister, declaring her the chief of the Thunder Spear and avoiding this tragedy, could you not?"
"Are you kidding me! She's the one who started the civil war! Not me! She got madder and madder after she lost a leg and her chieftainship! That night, there were murderous traitors everywhere! That bloody night, the only thing that could protect me was the blade in my hand! How could I have survived to talk to you today if I had left my weapon behind?"
"Yes, you're right, leaving behind your life-preserving weapons, your bare hands, and leaving your fate, to the decision of a murderous madman? That's ridiculous! See, you have said my answer yourself, and the reasoning behind it."
Peinhus gently nodded the golden crown on his head. Faintly, he said.
Hearing the pale centaur's reply, Sandra suddenly froze in place, her steely eyes, filled with a sad look, her calloused right hand, quickly reached for the hilt of her sword at her waist, but Pinehurst moved even faster! The sorcery crown flashed up with a dull glow of evil pink, making his speed and reaction ability, high to a frightening degree.
The pale centaur's left hand, clamped down on Sandra's lanky wrist, the right hand clutched the Roman short sword strapped to his chest, he was not sure what the outcome of the civil war would be, but if the Thunder Spear chief, who came alone, made another move, this sharp blade, which had been with him the longest, would surely slit her throat.
"Don't be so nervous, okay - I'm trying to pull out the horn, and you look carefully ahead! Painehurst!"
Sandra glared at the white horse, the pale centaur also followed her line of sight: only to see the south suddenly raised a sky of smoke and dust, at this moment. The drum-like marching sound also slowly hit the heart of the crowd - cavalry, a large number of cavalry.
However, those people are a bit distant from themselves, can only vaguely see some red shadows - except for the blood fury clan, no centaur with the color of blood, to represent their clan.
As the distance drew closer, the wary men and horses could already make out the appearance of the comers. It was a group of stout and abnormal humanoid creatures with blood-colored skin, pointed ears, and four sky-breaking thick and long fangs, making their ugly faces look even more hideous and gruesome!
And these people crotch mounts, like a red lump of flesh, only two sturdy and thick thighs, full of sharp fangs of the bloody mouth, almost as huge as the body.
The evil sun orcs painted in red, and their riding Scrooge.
"Is the south already in such a mess?! You can be attacked even when you walk at home? What are those seven clans doing for food?!"
Pinehurst loosened his grip on Sandra's arm and immediately blew the rallying cry. They were marching in their own pasture, without sending out scouts at all, to scout around, and therefore, fell straight into the greenskins' trap! East and west, at the same time, raised a sky of smoke and dust.
"Chief Sandra! Sorry, I was too nervous just now, I accidentally offended you, the number of enemies is unknown, let's retreat first and then make plans!"
The pale centaur turned around and skimmed, his pupils instantly shrunk to the size of a pinpoint!
The Thunder Spear Chief had already taken advantage of the crowd looking into the distance to withdraw to his own side of the formation, a thousand cloaked Thunder Spear warriors, formed an impregnable square, blocking the south of the blood rage barbarians. With three sides of smoke and dust, surrounded Pinehurst in the center.
"My friend, I just gave you one last chance. But, you refused. It is already my greatest mercy to fight you squarely and openly without any sneak attack, assassination and other despicable means."
Chief Sandra, who was surrounded by Thunder Spear soldiers, in the center, revealed a bitter smile. Those large hands soaked in endless blood, from the hands of the guards, received a heavy shield, and a sharp spear.
"If the civil war has to be fought, I will side with the strong and minimize the damage. Surrender! Pale horse! The Chosen Descent has made a deal with someone that if you surrender meekly, you won't die here."
"Painehurst! Peinhus! It's not orcs coming from the west! It's centaurs! Their banners ------ be damned! Golden horseshoes! It's the Golden Hoof clan! It's a trap!"
Sigrid hid in the center of the black fang in fear, shivering.
"Sento! Look at the eastern sky! The bipedal flying dragon! My God! Seven of them! Where did they get them? There are no sub-dragons in the mountains around here!"
Before the acting chief could get over the sudden betrayal of Thunder Spear, there was even heavier news that hit him one after another! In the blink of an eye, Thunder Spear, Golden Crawler, and the army of orcs hired by the Chosen Descendants of God, had surrounded their own party.
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"What, the Chosen Descent doesn't dare to face me personally?! This ambush, actually led by her forbidden army? Does it mean, Gurvya, that you, too, like Acharya who died under the sacred fire sword, were sent by your chief, to die??"
Painehurst calmly observed the enemy's situation. The gold-treaded soldiers were less than five hundred in number, but each was tall and sturdy, clad in heavy chain armor, adorned with a large number of gold trinkets, and at a glance were the elite. Even noblemen. And their leader is the captain of the forbidden army that is under one person and above all others: Gurvya.
"A huge clan that controls tens of thousands of strings and only sends such a small number of troops? And your chief, actually hired her hated greenskin ------ so that Toria does not want to put the civil war on the table, so, draw a small group of elite troops that will not attract attention. Bypassed the eyes of other clans, came to ambush sniping, and then, then dumped the pot all on the head of the greenskins? That's your plan?"
"As the man who will die, I allow you to continue to bark and scream, Peinhus."
The captain of Toria's second forbidden army: Gurvia, surrounded by thirty forbidden soldiers, came to the front vigilantly. They all wore a mask cast in gold, revealing only a gently trembling nose, and a pair of beautiful eyes containing killing intent. Strong, powerful hands, holding sharp spears and strong iron shields. The strong, well-proportioned bodies are covered with a layer of golden full-body lockets.
The other four hundred or so gold-cushioned warriors covered in gold ornaments, also outside the lockets, draped with a dyed gold animal skin, looking from afar, these 500 warriors, as if a golden wave.
"That's right, the council will take this tragedy and blame it on the orcs. Pale horse, you are the hero who saved the chiefs, and a hero, to be captured and missing in an orc attack, which will make the other clans, more hatred, hatred of the green skin of the East, in the next expedition, more bloodthirsty rage.
And the chiefs who owe you favors will explode with a hundredfold energy trying to find you in the sea of greenskins."
"Boring political intrigue, have time to play two games not happy? Forget it! As you wish! As long as the price gives enough, then the black pot I carry ------ ugh? Pinehurst?!"
Several hovering above the vault of the sky, about fifteen feet long bipedal flying dragon, also slowly landed on the ground, a pair and a pair of blood-colored wings up to twenty feet wide, contracted, folded on the outside of their thin forelimbs, at the blood rage centaur, let out a low roar of terror as if from hell.
These war beasts, transformed by the green skin not to look like. Not only were the scales, skin, painted red, the spine was also fitted with a saddle that matched their size. It was loaded with throwing spears and arrows
In the center of the saddle sat a large, heavily armored man three meters tall. He was strapped with pieces of armor, skinned shields, beast's ribs, pine boards and other messy rags, making himself look like a huge mountain of garbage. On each side of the saddle, six gnome archers with bent bows and arrows hung to enhance the flanking firepower of the bipedal flying dragon.
The centaurs could not tell the facial disparity between the orcs, and to them, these green-skinned monsters basically all looked the same. But ----- the red painted bipedal flying dragon, the totem of the sun, and the fact that he knows himself ------ these features are just too iconic.
"Beastly Leonardo Wow Finch??"
Peinhus called out the other's name with uncertainty.
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Christina sat on a comfortable sheepskin blanket, making a huge battle flag, the pole of which was in the shape of a cross. To the left and right of the cross pole, a total of eight ghastly white skulls were suspended.
For some reason, after returning from the Sea of Flowers in the Phantom Forest, Rouge Blaze was unusually obsessed with blood and skulls, and even ordered that every spear with a blood rage banner must have a skull pierced at the tip as a clan decoration and symbol.
"Still working on the banner? Skulls, blood - looks a lot like Mother Nature's style."
Suddenly, Christian, wearing thick deerskin gloves and carrying a bowl of aromatic milk wine, gently lifted the curtain. The vessel, made from the skull, was gently placed on top of his sister's delicate red lips.
"This is this spring, the first batch of milk wine made, come and try it. The climate on this peninsula is so strange, I almost didn't know the seasons if I didn't count them every day."
"Yeah, it's obviously not far away, but it's the opposite of the climate back home."
Out of trust in her sister, Christina will drink the contents of the cup, simply did not see, the other party's pair of identical to their own, like a ruby-like bright, dazzling blood-colored eyes, flashing a ray of revenge for successful pleasure.
"By the way, in the square, there is a group of blood rage barbarian soldiers, clashing with the people of Thunder Spear, it seems like they are going to fight."
"What? Those fools are up in arms again? Sandra left on an expedition, forget it, I'll mediate it myself."
Christina sighed, gently put down the unfinished battle flag, took the twin sisters, and hurried to the square.
However, she did not see any bloodshed, only seven blood rage Hyakutas who were tricked into coming here for the same reason and were all puzzled. And the neatly arranged soldiers of the Thunder Spear. They, like the demon statues or the controlled undead, always had this majestic and solemn guarded look, and therefore, were not suspected by anyone.
"This looks quiet and peaceful, where is the bloodshed you speak of?"
The rouge blazing horse looked down in doubt and asked, but a strong dizzy feeling suddenly leapt up to her forehead. Christina was in a trance, and had the bard not assisted her, she would have almost fallen to the ground.
"Yes, Christian! Your people said something big happened here, and we just dropped what we were doing and came over to see it," Kaur, who was blackened by soot, and the other two falling hammer centurions, waved their forging tools in their hands in discontent.
Curonia smelled danger, feeling that things are different, rough right hand, gently gripped the hilt of the sharp blade. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes lurking in the darkness, staring at his every move with a deadly gaze.
"I'm not lying to you, sister."
Christian gently let go of her twin sister's arm and proudly walked up to the chiefs. Her petite body trembled gently from excitement, and her exquisitely beautiful bronze face was overflowing with uncontainable excitement. The long, naturally curly brown hair, also under the spring breeze, flying recklessly.
"I have called you here so that the group can witness this moment to be remembered! This poem that will be sung by the bards for a hundred years!"
Christian skillfully drew his shield and war hammer, decorated with a large number of gold ornaments, the hammer head, pointed directly at a headache of his own sister.
"Today, I will take back the position that was rightfully mine! Today, I will become the new Blood Rage Chief! Christina! My dear sister. In accordance with the laws of Blood Rage, I challenge you for your position!"
"Gram ------ Christian!!!"
The rouge blazing horse covered its head with both hands as if it had been repeatedly poked by a thousand needles. A low roar of disbelief was issued in pain. The scenery in front of his eyes became more and more blurred! The petite and lovely bard in front of his eyes, also turned into a heavy phantom.
Even in a dull person, at this moment should also react over. That cup of wine, that cup by their own sister, personally brought to their own milk wine, actually by her under the hallucinogenic poison.
The bard looked up at her twin sister, the corners of her seductive mouth, rising wildly.
Things were going exceptionally well as Toria had planned, and Christina in this state was in no way a match for herself. She would become the Blood Rage Chief she had dreamed of! The Hyakuto who refused to obey would be removed by the soldiers of the Thunder Spear. One's long-cherished wish had finally been realized.
On the other hand, the army that accompanied Painehurst's expedition would be faked as a horrible "accident". The Chosen One promised that she would capture her beloved Pale Centaur alive and send him back to Skerritt's Flare in secret, creating a win-win situation - Gold Craw would gain the allegiance of Bloodrage. Christian, on the other hand, would get everything she wanted.
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"Let's get this over with, Pinehurst."
Gurvia drew a composite longbow decorated with gold and jewels and howled loudly.
"The Chosen Descendants have orders! Not a single one of the Blood Rage clansmen shall be set free! Make them regret making enemies of our Chief at the end of their lives! Kill and recover the corpse of the pale centaur! Fake the illusion of his disappearance! Thus holding hostage to this ambush. Knowingly, the Bloodrage Chief: Christian! AlanNure Chosen Descendant!!!"
"AlanNure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
Five hundred soldiers of the Golden Crawler formed a neat line. One by one, they drew their long bows and arrows behind them, and the sharp arrow clusters pointed straight at the hearts of the pale centaurs!
"Sigrid! Bring your black fangs to the battle! Let's see if you, your executioners who specialize in slaughtering fellow human beings, can kill those damned Golden Crawler Forbidden Guards in a one-on-one situation!"
Pinehurst instantly drew the bow and arrow on his back.
"Beast Onado! Whatever Gold Crawler gives you, I'll give you twice as much!!!"
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