Chapter 171: Enemies? Friends?
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"Sorry, old friend, although it was a pleasure to fight with you. However, these golden glittering centaurs are so rich that they will give me so many magical wonders if I cut off your head!!!"
The beast onnado opened his arms in excitement, looking up to the sky wildly. Greedy saliva, quickly filled his fishy mouth, along with a gap in the fangs, gurgling down.
"What a short friendship, Peinhus. Boys! Punch ------"
"Wait! Beast Onado!"
In the desperate situation, the acting chief became more and more calm.
"I pity you! Chief of the evil flame! Look at the weak creature at your crotch! Remember the night we fought side by side? In the midst of the Romans' unending sea of crossbows and fireballs, your flying dragons, like weeds, fell one after another!"
Pinehurst pulled out a slim copper wire, avoiding the ears of the Thunder Spear crowd, and let the breeze wrap itself around his words and waft them into the orc chief's ears.
"Fine, come and kill me, but I am the only one, among tens of thousands of people, who knows that in this vicinity, there is the existence of a true dragon." The pale centaur's eyes, suddenly turned incomparably contemptuous, he looked at the beast onnado with pity - no amount of red dye, can not hide the sub-dragon abdomen, the dense penetration scars.
After the words, Pinehurst pretended to turn backward with ease, exposing his defenseless back to the eyes of the seven red-colored flying dragons, leaving the big only rider on their spine behind his head. The corner of the eye, but vigilantly watching the change of expression of the beast onnado.
The Evil Flame Chief, for sure, could not resist the temptation of riding a real dragon. In this world, no evil sun beast man would refuse to conquer a real dragon and ride him, soaring above the azure vault of heaven.
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While the two old friends were talking, Gurvya's Golden Crawler soldiers had already shot a rain of **blinding arrows, blocking the charge of the black fangs, like a golden tide falling from the vault of heaven. Sigrid quickly broke up her army into two parts and encircled the two flanks of the Golden Crawler. It was like a blaze of black fire, burning tenaciously in the tide.
As long as they were not shot in the throat or heart, the bow and arrow could not cause fatal damage to the thick-skinned men and horses. And these gold-treaded soldiers were heavily armed, one piece of leather and chain armor painted gold, hanging from the spine to the horses' hooves.
Therefore, these executioners, who are proficient in deconstruction, gave up shooting arrows at the first time, and they raised their masked shields to protect their necks and faces, and quickly closed the distance between them.
Bloody rage, burning in their eyes, slender horseshoes, but also into the naked eye can not catch the black residue!
"The pitch-black, bloody mouth - isn't that the Black Fang Totem? The pale horse! How dare you violate the verdict made by the chosen descendants of God! Reorganize this shameful clan that has betrayed the council!"
The captain of the forbidden army roared loudly in anger. Seeing that the Black Fangs were about to kill themselves, she immediately ordered her soldiers to stop shooting arrows and form a tight and thick shield wall.
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The well-trained elites of the Golden Cushion, neatly put away their long bows, and raised a huge kite shield and a sharp spear against the black horses that were hit by several arrows but were not seriously hurt, like a forest of steel with golden light, to counter the opponent's charge, and long-range strikes.
"Ingwald! Take your troops and hold off the thunder spears! The rest of you, follow me and charge forward! Eat the lesser number of Gold Crawler clans first!"
Looking at the distant walled gold crawler army, Pinehurst took off the halberd hanging on his shoulder, ready to make Toria pay some price for her betrayal, first. However, a small white delicate hand, gently stopped in front of himself, Sigrid puffed up looking at himself, very dissatisfied pout.
"Are you questioning our battle prowess? My black fangs are even a dozen more than them!"
"Get out of the way! This is a battlefield, I don't have time to mess with you, I acknowledge the strength of the black fangs, but-"
"No buts!"
The little chief, who has always been spoiled, is unusually stubborn in this matter.
"Leave it to my people to settle the golden crawl! In further years past, the Supreme King's sister gathered dozens of great nobles with tens of thousands of brave soldiers to try to seize her sister's throne.
When the black fangs were at their peak, there were four thousand gods of death clad in black robes. We were like a black tide from the abyss, but in half a day's work, we suppressed this huge rebellion!"
"Hiss..."
The gold-treaded soldier who put all his thoughts on the black fang suddenly heard a strange sound under his hooves - he hurriedly lowered his head and found a green viper, which had become one with the sea of grass, had long passed through the gap of the kite shield and crawled under his hooves!
Wait, there's more than one! The sea of green grass nearby had swayed wildly with an abnormal frequency, and hundreds of Black Fang Marauder's venomous snake companions were wriggling in the middle of the lush pasture, threading, and riding on their own master, attracting Golden Crawler's attention, quietly avoiding the enemy's reconnaissance. Opening their own hideous, ghastly, bloody mouths, they bit into the hoofs of the Golden Crawler soldiers!
The sharp fangs, which instantly pierced the thick fur, and the strong neck muscles, squeezed the glands in the viper's body, allowing the terrifying neurotoxin to flow through the thin tubes and gush out through the hollow fangs. As if a delicate death poppy, quietly blooming inside the flesh and blood of the centaur.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
More than five hundred vipers no longer hide their tracks, they curled up their slender bodies, secretly accumulating strength, like a sharp arrow off the string, broke out of the dense pasture, madly attacked the golden glittering hosts in front of them! It was like two green tides rising from the ground!
A sound of heart-breaking screams rose and fell in the Golden Crawler army. The neat formation instantly turned into a dish of scattered gravel. And the black fangs, shouting the names of Sigrid and Peinhus, threw a pole of extremely thick and long, but the head, but unusually slim conical javelin, heavily nailed on the enemy's chest, the hit rate was high to a terrifying degree!
Most of the slender, tapered spearheads hit the gaps in the thousands of iron rings of the locking armor. Through and through, tearing through the flesh and blood of the golden crawlers' internal organs. The tremendous impact shattered their sturdy ribs, and the sharp fragments, in turn, caused secondary trauma to the lungs.
"AlanNure Chosen Descendants of God!!!"
A male forbidden soldier, reacting more quickly, crushed the head of the viper with a single hoof, blood staining his brown hoof. But he did not notice the second green snake. It wriggled its lurid body, fondled the roots of the pasture, and crept under the forbidden soldier's belly, looking at the bewildering bulge between his hind hooves and revealing two creepy fangs dripping with venom -
Jin Cui that rise and fall in the cries, seems to be much softer.
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"WAAAGH!!!"
The beast Onando put on a funny look, thought hard for a while, and finally looked up to the sky long roar! Seven red flying dragons, under the manipulation of the big guy, clumsy backward turn, has a with their fat body size, not proportional to the terrifying speed, rapid backward racing!
After roughly a few dozen feet of assisted running, the bipedal flying dragons reached the peak of their running speed, and their lanky, robust hind legs snapped into place, and the entire dragon instantly scampered up into the warm, high air. A pair of huge fleshy wings, twenty feet long, quickly stretched out from the front limbs. Like two huge bushels of fans, frantically flapping up and down. With three times the speed of running, awkwardly flying above the azure sky dome
This take off, the gnomes hanging on both sides of the saddle, frightened frantic screaming. There is a guy foaming at the mouth, is actually fainted past. The green skinned big guy shook his head in confusion, he did not understand, why the other side could not enjoy the thrill of flight, had to cut the rope, let the tired, fell to the ground into a puddle of bloody mud.
The seven-headed flying dragon, made an awkward turn in the air. High over the heads of the pale centaurs, flying towards Sandra's position, the gnomes, suspended by ropes on either side of the saddle, immediately threw down bags of rough short spears! Hundreds of short spears, under the effect of gravity, gradually regained balance, the heavier, sharp spearheads down, like a terrifying downpour, landing on the head of the army of thunder spears! Tearing and penetrating out a brilliant wave of blood!
"All right! All right! Peinhus! Once again you have convinced me! So, from now on, we're brothers again!!!"
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"Damn! Gurvya! I warned you from the beginning that orcs are unbelievable scum! Incorrigible assholes! But you insisted on hiring them! Now something's happened!"
Chief Thunder Spear roared loudly in anger. He hastily ordered his soldiers to bend their bows and arrows and organize a dense anti-aircraft fire to defend against the flying dragons soaring overhead.
The flying skills of bipedal dragons are too clumsy. They are not horrible dragons, can not use more than three times the terrible speed of the horse and man, like the wind swept across the earth, only to leave a lot of sores. Also not like the agile falcon, can easily turn the direction of flight, gracefully change their shape.
After throwing down a round of short spears, seven bipedal flying dragons, has swept over the head of the thunder spear, leaving a far away red back.
While the bipedal dragon, clumsy turn around, the gnome hastily from the bag, take out a second bag of spear, ready for the next time to pour out the fury, but this time, the Thunder Spear clan was prepared, waiting for them, is a wave of death by thousands of bow and arrow, javelin mixed together.
The long, slender feathered arrows struck the hard scales of the bipedal dragons, clanking loudly. However, countless gnomes hanging in the air, but by the sharp arrow clusters, through, tear, accompanied by miserable wailing, bursting in the air a crimson blood flowers.
Looking at the hideous bipedal flying dragon, getting closer and closer to herself, Sandra let out a furious roar. Her sturdy wrists and waist twisted and coordinated, throwing a five-foot-long, ancient spear inscribed with thunder runes at the beast's head!
The javelin in the moment of leaving the backpack, immediately rose into a beam of bright energy current, dazzling light, Sandra's resolute face, reflecting the incomparable pale, it is like a bottom-up thunder, accompanied by a chilling roar, in the air through a harsh curve, tore the left wing of the bipedal dragon, thousands of currents, along the flesh of the beast running around, the lightning tear wounds, and also by the high heat generated by the current, smoked into a charred black appearance. Also by the high heat generated by the current, smoked into a scorched black look.
"ROAR!!!"
The bipedal flying dragon let out a low roar of pain, and the giant beast, whose left wing was paralyzed by thunder, could no longer maintain its flying posture and fell from the sky dome like a huge, ugly meteor, falling heavily inside the dense square of thunder spears! It made an earth-shattering boom!
Thunder spears arranged in a dense square formation to block the retreat of blood fury. At this moment, but became a shackle that imprisoned itself, countless people and horses can not escape, can not retreat, can only watch the wings paralyzed by lightning double-headed flying dragon, meteoric fall on top of their heads.
Under the action of inertia, the behemoth broke several bones and crushed several soldiers before sliding forward hundreds of feet, knocking over and bruising countless men and horses along the way, before barely stopping its slide and plowing a bloody furrow of death through the army of thunder spears.
Looking at their own chief, they launched an attack against those who were fighting with the black cloud and thunder banner. Hundreds of Scrooge cavalry only felt baffled - weren't they friendly troops?
Hundreds of greenies looked at me, I looked at you, looked at you, looked at each other for a while, and finally decided to stop thinking - just fight anyway! Who cares who the enemy is?
"WAAAGH!!!"
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Terrifying battle roars, like thunder, resounded across the grasslands, and the cavalry of the Evil Flame Clan, and their mounts roared to the sky! Spittle flew in the sky! A hideous and horrible face stared deadly at the banner of the Thunder Spear, a sharp spear, pointed straight at the powerful enemy in front of them.
Their hands of spears, crotch Scrooge riding beasts, are hanging a string of white ribs, in the charge, those tied together pieces of bone in the violent shaking, clanging against each other, accompanied by the deafening sound of the battle roar, so that the whole battlefield, more and more noisy!
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Relying on the sneaking ambush of the viper, the black fang disrupted the neat formation of the golden crawler. With the accurate javelin fire, the gendarmes weakened the terrifying strength of the forbidden army. Next, it was a zero-distance physical combat, and the black fangs let out a bloodthirsty roar like a beast, and after continuing to throw two rounds of spear throwing, they waved a pair of conical short spears and ruthlessly stabbed at Jin Cui's throat and heart.
Than combat experience, both sides are evenly matched, than weapons and equipment, gold crawl is better than a reward. However, than the skill of killing people and horses, black fangs finished abusing the gold glitter in front of him.
They knew where to cut in order to break the tendons in both arms and disarm the enemy.
They understand where to stab in order to avoid the defense of the rib cage and penetrate the enemy's internal organs.
They understand the area in which they have to hit in order to hit the vitals of the people and horses and take the life of the enemy.
The spears of the Golden Crawler soldiers, with their length advantage, can often be the first to poke and slash the bodies of the Black Fang marauders, but they are unable to inflict a fatal kill. And these terrible executioners, as long as they find the right opportunity to attack, those draped with golden trinkets, will definitely bear the horrible killing wound of maiming, or even directly into the embrace of death.
What's more, these executioners, who specialize in civil war, are not alone. The poisonous snakes lurking in the sea of grass, tirelessly devouring the hooves of the golden crawlers, injecting enough toxins to paralyze the nerves and make them unable to form an effective resistance under the butcher's knife of black fangs.
Watching the elite of the Golden Crawler clan, in the black fang clan crazy laughter, like weeds fall, Gurvya shocked eyes widened, her proud warriors, simply like the golden wheat under the black scythe!
Wait a minute, the nobles oral, increasingly deformed, out of shape, as ridiculous as a fairy tale accounts, as if to describe the scene before us - the tyrannical Supreme King, unleashed a group of black devils from Purgatory, reaping the noble souls of all those who resist.
"Found it! The mare who just spoke to Chito, that's her! That mare in the golden robe is their leader!"
In the midst of the chaotic army, a blood-soaked black-fanged gendarme spotted the Golden Crawler clan, the 10,000-strong, one-man forbidden army commander. And immediately launched a wild charge! He raised his voice to the sky to strengthen his voice, and the blood of his compatriots slowly flowed into the inside of his mouth along their fierce faces.
Gulvia sneered, she probably understood the way these people fought, the gold-tread druid, immediately prayed for nature's divine magic, manipulating the surrounding pasture grass, deadly binding the viper stalking nearby, while the leader of the forbidden army, grabbed a spear tied with the gold-tread banner, and stabbed into the chest of the incoming!
"Hissing!"
After receiving this heavy blow, the Marauder advanced instead of retreating, and the short spear in his hand, like a silver meteor, pierced a straight line in the air. Gulvia just wanted to let go of the spear, pull out the sharp sword, cut off the other party's head, ending his poor life.
However, the chief of the forbidden army was surprised to find that the black fangs just attacked, piercing their own deerskin gloves, blood gurgling out along the crimson cracks, the most terrible thing is that she could not order her right hand five fingers, move a single point!
The rage, in the black fang eyes burning, his heart beating more and more rapidly, hot blood, in his six limbs and bones surging, blood-colored steam, from his hair under every pore spurts out!
"ROAR!!!"
The executioner, who had fallen into a berserk state, let out a horrible roar. He pulled out his spare short knife and viciously cut the spear's hilt, but left the tip trapped inside his body to stop the bleeding.
With her right hand unusable, Gulvia had to raise her left shield high to call for assistance from her companions, but it was too late. The black fang that had fallen into a berserker rage lunged, and with the help of his terrifying weight, tackled the forbidden guard with a deadly grip on the golden crawl, while the index and middle fingers of his right hand, aiming at her white, slender neck, poked her with all their might on the left side of her throat.
That place is a dead end for centaurs.
The first leader of the Black Fang, and the exclusive witch doctor of the Supreme King, inadvertently discovered this secret. After getting out of the berserk state, the Heavy Armor Fearless would be extremely tired and in pain, and the blood pressure would take a very long time to gradually return to normal and wait for the next berserk.
In order to strengthen his forbidden army, the mighty Supreme King, ordered his young witch doctor, to study, to explain the phenomenon. See if you can eliminate the side effects of berserk with the help of drugs.
So, the witch doctor, whose name has long been unexamineable, launched a series of writing deconstruction, read as an act of research. He found that the left side of the centaur's neck, there is a blood pressure regulating device near the aorta, gently pressed words, that thing will be mistaken for the centaur's blood pressure, to be much higher than the present, deceived arterial sinus, will immediately reduce the blood pressure, relieving the fearless fatigue and pain.
But - if you do this to a person with normal blood pressure, or simply a heavy punch ------ that innocent-looking blood pressure regulator, or even order your two hearts to stop beating for a short time.
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Gurvya's eyes went black, instantly lost consciousness, and the sound of the battle roar next to her ears, also turned into a silent void.
I don't know how long it took, but the clanging of steel, the roar of black fangs like beasts, and the fearless battle cry of her fellow Golden Crawlers, re-infused her ears. The leader of the forbidden army regained consciousness, panting heavily and covering all six limbs with cold beads of sweat.
A brief cardiac arrest, causing herself, to be pounced on by that damned black-fanged soldier, weighing a ton of terrifying weight, crushing her to the ground.
"Protect the chief!"
The other Golden Masks, who were heavily armed and fighting the Black Fangs, let out an angry roar as they barely drew some of their men under the cover of their fellow soldiers, shooting a sharp feathered veil while rushing in Gurvya's direction.
The Black Fang soldier scrambled to pick up the Iris shield that the forbidden army leader, because he was unconscious, had dropped by his side. He blocked the incoming arrows, and by the way, he used the lower end of the shield, the slender, sharp shield brim, to poke into Gurvya's right pupil fiercely along the eye hole of the golden mask.
"Wow!"
Logan spat out a large pool of dripping blood at the forbidden corpse that was pinned beneath him. Gulvia's pre-emptive lance burst had shattered at least two ribs, and he himself had just barely managed to kill his enemy by enduring the stabbing pain and relying on his fearless fury.
At this moment, the fearless fury gradually faded, exhaustion to the extreme weakness, like a sea tide swept their bodies. Both arms were as heavy as lead, unable to raise the shield in his hands. Looking at the six whistling golden masks, he did not even have the strength to get up.
"Forget it ------ killed the leader of the other side, enough is enough."
Logan let out a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes, gladly accepting his death - but several gusts of wind, mixed with the roar of wild beasts, whistled past his ears!
"Yoo-hoo! The little guy has excelled himself, taking out Gurvya all by himself!"
"Can't you greet some people with a charge? Look at your wretched appearance! We'll help you guard, hurry up and heal yourself!"
Black Fang's reinforcements arrived on the battlefield at the same time as Golden Crawler's forbidden guards! Surrounding the two, a fierce struggle broke out once again. Logan smiled bitterly and chanted a sacred prayer, healing the ghastly wounds on his chest.
The healing divine art of the first ring cannot restore the trauma of bones and internal organs, but it can still be done to sew up the skin of the open skin on the chest and stop the flow of blood.
"It's a pity, such a beautiful girl."
Treatment is completed, Logan peeled off Gurvya's golden mask. Looking at the other party's gradually cold beautiful face, lamented smacking his tongue, his left hand pulled out a spare short axe, skillfully chopped off the other party's head and impaled it on the tip of a spear.
"Your leader, I've killed him! All of you, like her, will die a worthless death!" Logan roared as loud as he could, his arrogant voice hovering over the battlefield, unable to dissipate for a long time.
Meanwhile, the black-fanged gendarme, raising his spear high in the air so that all his enemies could see Gurvia's miserable death, crimson blood, gurgling down the brown wooden pole, poured over his grinning, rugged face.
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"Charge!!!"
On the other side of the battlefield, Sandra's Thunder Spear clan was belly up. One thousand men and horses. At the same time, facing the fury of Pinehurst, and the air and land synergy of the Evil Flame Clan, it was a bit overstretched.
In desperation, all the druids, disguised as sturdy eagles, cooperated with themselves, and some of the predator's eagle companions, to face the fanged claws of the bipedal flying dragons directly, trying to slow down their attack. More than five hundred soldiers, also under the orders of the three Thunder Spear Centurions, quickly resumed neat formation, and they drew their longbows in their hands while launching a counter-charge toward the whirling Scrooge cavalry.
In a flash, like a swarm of locusts like a continuous rain of sharp feathered vectors, pouring on the bodies of both sides, splashing thousands of scarlet waves of blood, both sides quickly shot three vectors, retracted the hands of the longbow, erected a long slender spear, lance, like two fast-running train, ruthlessly crashed together!
"The rest of you, follow me! Detour behind these orcs!"
Sandra, with the remaining warriors, ran desperately to the east along the long, neat formation of the Thunder Spears, trying to bypass the frontal battlefield on the right, but they could hardly reach the edge of the battlefield when a three-cranial monster, with only a skeleton left, also emerged from behind the green-skinned army with its own hideous body. After a brief moment of shock, he immediately turned into a ghastly white wind and viciously pounced on the chief of the Thunder Spear!
"Chief watch out!"
A quick-eyed guard, shield raised, blocked in front of Sandra, but the skeleton Chimera skeleton speed, its left side of the goat's head, slightly down, with the force of the impact, sharp horns, with a strong forehead, directly through the skin of the wooden shield, smashed the tip of the horn deep into the guard's right chest!
"Whew--"
Six groups of ghostly blue flames burning in the eye sockets of the spirits of death, became more and more hideous. Two eerie and horrifying skeleton front claws, hitched the waist and abdomen of the centaur. The right side of the black dragon's head, a bite on the other side of the left shoulder, sharp canine teeth, dead piercing into the other side of the flesh and blood, with two front claws, with the two sides of the head, firmly fixed on the other side of the body.
The central skeletal lion skull, on the other hand, aimed at the guard's neck. The terrifying bite force paired with the deadly fangs had a qualitative improvement. With one bite, it directly chewed the opponent's cervical vertebrae! Blood was like a fountain splashed high into the sky!
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"Peinhus! What is going on within your centaurs? How dare you join forces with the orcs? Is our contract still valid or not! In advance, Pentecapone doesn't have enough time and energy to get involved in your internal disputes!"
The High Elf's **master: Ogwelyn Tide Song, riding on top of a tall steed, followed Peinhus as well as Hennevil, and ran frantically eastward along the backs of those orc cavalry. Trying to detour across the front battlefield and encircle the back of the Thunder Spear.
At first, he saw the golden crawlers and orcs teamed up, surrounded himself, this aged mage, was scared enough to even think that the centaurs and orcs, in conjunction with acting themselves, ready to combine to attack Pantikapen, almost opened a portal to escape. Later found that the other side fought a civil war, only to breathe a long sigh of relief.
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"When the war is over, we'll discuss this, okay?"
Sensing that the skeleton Chimera, who was the front runner, had been caught in a deadly battle, Peinhus could not help but speed up his running pace, but the damned old elf, still unrelentingly haunted.
"That's enough! Chao Ge! You can find others, to come to the aid of your city! But let me remind you: the northern grasslands have just welcomed a warm spring, and those clans that barely survived the cold winter are at this moment planting their fields and grazing their livestock, with no spare population to mind your crap!"
The pale centaur turned his head viciously, disgruntled.
"And Gredinian? Greenskin is not in common with you. If you want to contract the bestial plague, you can also seek the help of the werewolves. I'm sure that madman who has transformed his entire clan, into bloodthirsty beasts, is more than willing to send his minions into the densely populated elven city-states to [expand] his forces."
When he heard the words "bestial plague", Chaoge's eyes were filled with fear and hatred. He paused and said slowly, in as calm a tone as possible; "So, I am still with you to discuss this with you."
"Then wait until the war is over, friend! Have I ever victimized you in the midst of these months of trade?"
After Peinhus finished speaking, he ignored the mages behind him. Blood Fury, Thunder Spear, two large armies running along the two sides of the front battlefield, running towards the east at the same time, and finally at the edge of the battlefield, formally meeting.
"Whew--"
The pale centaur's right hand was raised high, and his mouth recited an arcane incantation, and all of a sudden, a cold wind swept in from the north, and dark clouds, like the whirlpool of the sea, swirled and converged over the battlefield, and finally condensed into a cloud of terror that covered the sky.
The warlock's right hand, raised high, pulled down hard, and along with his movements, hundreds of crystal clear ice blocks, from the dark clouds, revealed their cold bodies, accompanied by a crazy howling winter storm, and a continuous goose feather snow, fell from the vault of the sky! The body, shoulders, and even heads of the Thunder Spear soldiers were hit hard.
Skeletal Necromancers are immune to cold, and without muscle tissue or internal organs they can also ignore certain blunt damage. The skeletal chimera, therefore, was almost unharmed in this pale blizzard.
However, the Thunder Spear soldier who engaged him was bruised, shivering and shivering, and was pounced on by the skeleton servant and skilfully gnawed off his neck.
"Woo-oo-oo-"
In the midst of the fierce snowstorm, Chito blew the horn of charge, and the blood rage barbarians drew their riding spears behind their shoulders, wildly chanting the name of Peinhus, and killed their previous comrades without hesitation. With bloodshot eyes burning with the rage of betrayal, the
With the end of the blizzard, Sandra ushered in a more gruesome round of blows, a pale horse and man, like the embodiment of winter, accompanied by a gale and blizzard, rushed to their own.
And behind him, countless riding lances tied with blood-colored fur, penetrating and tearing the flesh and blood of the clansmen, as if destroying the neat formation!
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Next, it was a close range physical fight. Thunder Spear, like most centaurs, take the spear as their main battle weapon - because the centaur is too tall. The average height of 2.3 meters, not to mention the gnomes kind of dwarf, and other nomadic cavalry fight, without the use of spears, it is also difficult to cross the enemy mount, reach the body of the cavalry.
And sturdy hoof, and no more than sharp claws, killing ability is always so little.
However, blood fury's main battle weapon was changed to halberds at the strong request of Peinhers. At a distance, they can poke and prod attacks like spears, and closer, they can also be used as two-handed battle axes, or two-handed war hammers, to the advantage of the thunder spear soldiers facing large shields and spears.
A leather-covered wooden shield, by the sharp axe blade, split in half; a pair of strong chain armor, by the solid war hammer, smashing the tinkling, was broken by riding spear scattered formation, but also in the blood rage barbarians step by step, the signs of a rout!
"Swoosh!!!"
Pinehurst inclined his head, Sandra under the heavy protection of soldiers, threw a slender javelin, that contains the endless fury of the ghastly weapon, instantly turned into a splintering horror of electricity, instantly pierced the warlock head, the last second where it was, with a deafening roar of thunder, quickly away.
The pale centaur raised his arms flat and chanted a creepy, eerie incantation, and the moment the necromancy was complete, the Thunder Spear warriors in front of him, one by one, were terrified and shaking!
In their eyes, the pale centaur in front of them had turned into an unnameable and terrifying monster.
He has the body of a giant, the head of an octopus, the pair of huge fleshy wings on his back, stretching out enough to block out the sun's rays and shroud the grassland in endless darkness.
The huge pupils, emitting a creepy malice. Eight tentacles stained with saliva, like a giant python wriggling madly, while the sharp mouthpiece hidden under that tentacle, let out a, as if from the abyss of death sigh.
"Damn! The quality of these Thunder Spear soldiers is too good, a fear spell went down and they merely cowered in place, shivering! Facing such a terrifying nightmare phantom, not a single one of them, actually, chose to run away!"
Seeing that none of the soldiers protecting the Thunder Spear Chief in front of him had fled, the pale centaur had to pull out a slender riding spear and charge head-on at the Thunder Spear warriors whose eyes were filled with fear.
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Ogwerin weighed the pros and cons of all the actions, thinking about what he should do. Cold beads of sweat, down his wrinkled face, slowly dripping down. Indeed, he could not force the men and horses too hard. He had handed over five hundred pounds of gold as a down payment to purchase the aid of Blood Rage.
That's 500 pounds of pure gold! Not five hundred gold coins! If you calculate according to the exchange rate of the Roman Empire, one pound of gold, is equivalent to seventy-two gold coins of Soudeles. Pentecapone was just a city-state, and with months of frantic food purchases, they no longer had the spare financial resources to hire others to fight.
If the blood rage died in the civil war, this amount of gold, a huge amount of gold, will definitely hit the water ------ regardless of the current situation, Pantikapen indeed and blood rage, tied to a rope. As for the people on the other side of the civil war?
He simply does not know if the other party's reputation is good or not, and there is no time to negotiate and try again for months. In the sea of orcs, as critical as the Pantikapen dare not gamble, and can not afford to gamble.
"Ugh..."
Chao Ge sighed helplessly, he couldn't understand the Wooden language, nor did he understand the conversation of several centaur leaders just now. If you want to exchange for the rescue of blood rage, then help him solve this civil war, anyway, those golden guys, look stop weak chicken. After beating this wave, there should not be many people left, it should not matter if you delay a few days -
Thinking of this, the aged mage, chanted an arcane incantation. He stretched out an old finger and shot out a barrel-thick terrifying current! A huge arcane lightning bolt that struck directly in front of Sandra's body!
Terrifying electric currents, in the thunder spear soldiers, crazy jump, blinding light, stabbing the two sides can not open their eyes, the sky-shaking thunder, mixed with a harsh scream, the horrible sound music, engraved in the depths of everyone's mind.
"For the sake of your food, which has saved the lives of many elves, and for the sake of your ability to talk as soon as possible, the agreement between us. Peinhus, I'll help you end this war as soon as possible."
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Chapter 175: The curse of the undead
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A ghostly tentacle, constructed of flesh and blood and arcane energy, once again wriggled its long, illusory, lurid body, stretching out from the ** of Peinhus. The pale warlock was assisted by some contact-type necromancy spells.
But this time, the ghostly tentacles are not the cold, deadly blue color, not the dark green color of ghoul poison. Not to mention the vampire that is like fresh blood like a shocking scarlet look.
This tentacle, no longer even illusory energy form, the top of the skeletal hand bones, instantly full of dried, wrinkled long necrotic horrible flesh, dark purple skin, carved with dense black runes, palm center, even a blue to frighteningly dull eyeball, was deeply set in the withered flesh and blood.
Sandra struggled to restrain her body, the stabbing pain after being ravaged by the chain of lightning. Trembling right arm, wielding a spear, viciously stabbed at the profane, horrible tentacles of flesh and blood.
However, the latter is like an agile viper, deftly dodged the spear poke. And as if soft vines, wriggling their own eerie oozing body, wrapped around the spear's wooden pole, crazy forward winding coils, a hand grabbed the Thunder Spear Chief's right wrist.
All of a sudden, Sandra felt his strength, was significantly weakened, the body of the heavy lock armor, as if the Caucasus Mountains are generally heavy, the pressure of their own breath, four horse hooves straight trembling, arms also seems to be filled with lead, can not lift the hands of the shield and spear.
After descending the Curse of Power, the Ghost Hand returned to its pure energy form, and Peinhus, wielding his sharp halberd, slashed viciously at Chief Thunder Spear's right shoulder.
"CLANG!!!"
The expected image of the battle axe slicing through the shoulder bone was not presented in front of the pale centaur. The battle-hardened Chief Sandra immediately threw away his heavy spear. From the waist pulled out a short knife, along with the ear-splitting sound of metal friction, and the sky full of sparks, barely blocked the heavy axe blade.
The blades collided with each other, a stalemate, Pinehurst quickly released the right hand holding the handle of the halberd, five-fingered fist, fiercely swung forward, but was the opponent's left palm, a dead grip.
The warlock raised a pale, slender front hoof, ready to use the hard knee, hard impact on the belly of the other horse, but was the other more sturdy, robust hoof, the knee impact performed by the defused, Sandra seemed to see through his own attack, both sides at the same time low impact, gold crown and iron cast helmet, hit hard together, a huge impact, shaking the two dizzy brain.
Pinehurst was overwhelmed with emotion, but the other party was under a power curse, yet she was still able to fight in close quarters, without losing ground. If Sandra had been in full condition, at this time, she might have been defeated by her.
However, Chief Thunder Spear was only a warrior, while himself, he mastered the power of the arcane arts. The ghostly tentacles that didn't dissipate, as if it were Chito's third arm, all over its body, suddenly transformed into a sticky, disgusting dark green color, emitting a suffocating stench!
Sandra didn't have three arms to fight Painehurst while blocking the Necromonger's spell! The abominable bone claws, dripping with dark green venom, slashed across the bridge of her nose under the horrified gaze of the Thunder Spear Chief, cutting a ghastly fissure of constant decay and ulceration beneath her eyes, paralyzing the toxin like a broken lake, gushing wildly into her six limbs!
"AlanNure Pinehurst!!!"
Watching the chief of the Thunder Spear, slowly fall in front of the pale centaur, the blood rage barbarian soldiers burst out with thunderous applause! They blocked between the warlock and the Thunder Spear soldiers, and fought to the death against those enemy troops who wanted to retake Sandra.
"Chief Sandra, you just gave me a chance, and now, I'm giving you a chance too - since Toria wants to fight. I will fight with her until the last drop of blood! As long as your clan, is willing to fight side by side with Blood Rage. I will ------"
Pinehurst's face changed slightly, as if he thought of something terrible. The paralyzed Thunder Spear Chief, on the other hand, laughed upward.
"What? Finally remembered? Skerritt's Yew, and more than 2,000 Thunder Spear warriors! This loss is even more insignificant to the tens of thousands of Gold Crawler Clans that control the line! Pale horse, your victory means nothing! When the Chosen Descent does not move, she will not leave any retreat for the enemy! You still have a chance of survival if you surrender to her now and call yourself a slave."
"Don't bluff me there! Inside the castle, there are fully seven Blood Rage Hundred! I only brought half of the Goth priests with me, and the hill giants, moreover, are always at the chief's command! How could something happen!" Vaguely aware of the fire at home, the pale centaur fell into a panic. Grabbed Sandra's collar and let out an angry roar
"Ha! In your clan, traitors have long been planted by the chosen descendants of God! Pale horse! You can't go back! The Shining of Skerritt now belongs to the Council, not to your Clan of Bloodrage! Surrender! How can you stand against us with these men in your hands?"
Pinehurst's lips trembled gently from fear. Under the protection of the blood rage barbarian soldiers, he forced himself to calm down and thought about what he should do and how to deal with Toria's deadly killing move.
At this moment, the battlefield situation is clear. The flying troops that Thunder Spear forced together were routed by the bipedal flying dragon and the goblin shooters above, a bloodied feather fluttering in the air, circling, slowly falling on top of the sea of grass. And the ground troops, also in the blood fury centaurs, and the evil flame orcs under the two-sided attack, faltering.
On the other side, black fangs, like a ravenous wolf, gnawing on a golden skeleton.
They destroyed the small forces of the Golden Crawler Clan. Cutting off the head of a centaur adorned with a large number of gold earrings, nose rings, lip rings and other exaggerated decorations, they rudely tore off these blood-stained gold jewelry as their trophies. And those bloody heads, after having their left ears cut off and used as proof of battle merit, were impaled on the tips of the spears.
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"Paper! Pen!"
After half a moment of contemplation, Pinehurst suddenly let out a roar. Several Goths, who were in charge of logistics, immediately handed over cut sheepskins, as well as some blackened charcoal.
"Write down what happened here, all of it, and write about what happened to us, as bad as you can, and the treachery of the Golden Crawlers, as bad as you can. Sigrid! Send a scout to deliver the letter. Have those spies planted in the other clans spread the word about this! We need the support of parliamentary opinion! I want the other six chiefs to see her ugly face clearly!"
"Why did you let the scouts deliver it? We're close enough to Diodosia that you can call a meeting publicly and reveal Toria's crimes in public." Sigrid cocked her head and asked in confusion.
"It would be fun to have her intercepted once more halfway. And something's happened to Skerritt's Yew, the Goths! Follow me immediately after you scavenge the loot! The rest of you! Go back immediately and aid our chief! Also, tie up the Thunder Spear Chief so that the Thunder Spear soldiers inside the fortress won't dare to do anything rash!"
"Wait! What about the agreement between us? I've helped you fight another battle!" Beast Onado rode a scarred bipedal flying dragon and descended with a bang on the grass.
"The green dragon's lair, it's near our camp, follow me and I'll take you there." Painehurst re-hung his halberd behind his shoulder and turned to the green-skinned chief with a formulaic smile.
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