Chapter 176: The beginning of civil unrest
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Christina with her little hand that was frozen red, skillfully grabbed a sharp spear, young carmine horse, like a jumping fire, running in the cold grasslands above, the childish face, do their best to squeeze out a fierce and cute look, to a scattered legs wild rabbit, issued a milking growl.
Even as a child, Christina's overall strength was far superior to that of a human horse of her age. She is taller than all ponies, swifter than all children, and in close combat, she can even compete with adult warriors, one after another. Above the sea of grass, the flickering rouge blaze, closer and closer to the hare, flint's spear, stabbing a sharp trajectory in the air, straight to the hare's head!
"Swoosh!!!"
Just at the moment when the spear tip was about to poke through the hare, a sharp feathered arrow, impartially shot the prey's left eye. The huge impact directly knocked the small animal out of the way, cutting a bloody arc in the air, while Christina's spear, too, pierced the frozen grass.
"Who has robbed me of my prey!"
The carmine horse puffed up and looked to the left: that is a black body, but the four hooves, but like ice and snow pale childish colt. Her cute face with some baby fat, and like a ruby, bright and magnificent blood eyes, almost identical to their own.
Christian let out a series of silver bell-like laughter, proudly waving the short bow in his hand, cheering for his victory, a side of the blood rage herdsmen who are grazing cattle and sheep, but also to the two sisters of the fight, let out a good-natured smile.
"Christian!"
The boyish rouge blazing horse, very upset about the fact that her prey, was snatched away by her sister, she ruthlessly charged in the direction of the pitch-black colt!
Anna's eldest daughter, from birth, was even thinner and weaker than the other foals. Her growth rate was even slower. After being face-planted by her sturdy sister, she had no way to resist and was put down to the ground by the rouge horse in a matter of seconds. The other ponies were not able to resist.
Four pitch-black horse hooves, straddling the eldest daughter's thin body, pressed her firmly underneath, two little frozen red hands, constantly tormenting the sister's neck and armpits, the childish face, intimately rubbing the sister's cheeks. Let the black colt, laughing tears are flowing down.
The two sisters that intimate and inseparable play model, attracted the crowd to laugh, the heroic blood rage of the chief, also quietly standing in place, to their two daughters, showing a doting smile.
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After drinking the poisonous wine sent by her sister, it was as if thousands of ants had burrowed into the inside of her brain and kept biting every fragile nerve! Not to mention the fight, the rouge horse can not even maintain a standing position!
Suddenly, a sharp pain from the horse's hooves, Christina lost her balance, fell heavily to the ground, four as white as ice and snow hooves, across her ruddy body, the dark figure, like a heavy mountain range, dead on top of her curvaceous body.
"Dear sister, do you remember our childhood? You defeated me countless times and crushed me countless times, and this time, it's me on top! Christian!"
Rouge Blaze horse wanted to say something, but her already painful head, in the process of falling, hit the floor heavily, all over the body can not use a little strength, slowly, before the eyes only a piece of pitch-black -
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Looking at the defeat of the Blood Rage Chief, the six Blood Rage Hundred either shocked, or rejoice, looks vary, but, as long as not blind, can understand: this duel was tampered with, Christina from beginning to end, she is like a drunken drunk, can not even stand, let alone to fight!
Kaul and the other two fallen hammer centurions, chose to be silent. They had not long joined the Blood Fury, their roots were not stable, they just wanted to fight iron, cast arrows and live a quiet life, not willing to get involved in the whirlpool of politics. The two sisters who became chief, for them, there is no difference.
Gothic Thousand and the King of Hill Giants, pretending to ignore what is happening. Do not dare, and do not want to trip this mess.
And those veterans of blood rage loyal to the chief, can no longer suppress the anger in their hearts, the marauder Kulonia, fearless chief Ka'ang bent his bow with a halberd, with two hundred troops, trying to save the chief from the bard. However, Christian, as well as the barbarian soldiers under Charlaton, immediately went toe-to-toe with the two.
Two against two, the situation is in a stalemate.
"This unjust duel is null and void! Chief she can't even wield the halberd in her hand! It must be some kind of paralyzing or stunned toxin! Christian, there is no glory in your victory!"
Caen quickly gathered all his men. The entire 300 clad in full body lock armor. The heavy armor fearless with halberd in hand, is directly belong to the rouge blazing horse's forbidden troops. There are many of them, even with Anna chief grew up together. These veterans, witnessed the decline of the Blood Fury clan, and also witnessed her rise.
And the barbarian soldiers under Kulonia were no ordinary people. Each one of them opened their bows and arrows, and Christian and Charlaton's troops went head to head, making the atmosphere extremely tense.
"Rack the spear!!!"
The soldiers of Thunder Spear engaged in the conflict. They formed a well-trained square formation and surrounded the two groups of hundreds loyal to the rouge blazing horses. A huge tower shield, linked into a row of impenetrable walls, and countless spears, with their slender, sharp tips poking out from the battlements, formed a dense forest of steel.
The soldiers behind this layer of defense line, but also pulled out the long bow and feather arrows, ready to shoot a rain of terrifying arrows covering the sky.
"Don't be struggling and stubborn. Caen! Cologna! The truth is in front of your eyes. I, Ana's eldest daughter, Christian! Having defeated my sister, I am now the chief of the Blood Rage!"
The bard slowly stood up, small and exquisite body, like a dark beast, brought unprecedented oppression to the two
"Clan Bloodrage has just been revived, and I don't want the blood of my people to be shed in a senseless civil war! Christian! You also don't want to trample on Peinhus' hard work these past three months and let his efforts, go down the drain, do you?"
Seeing that the Thunder Spear army was ready to make a move, Curonia hastily shouted loudly.
After hearing the word "Pinehurst", the bard trembled uneasily, she shook her head gently at the leader of the Thunder Spear, the muscle sister shrugged indifferently and ordered her men to stop attacking - if not for the order of the chosen descendants, the mess of the blood rage, they also lazy to manage.
"Well, Christian, despite the despicable methods, you defeated your sister, and I concede that you are the chief of the blood rage."
Seeing that the enemy was outnumbered, Curonia gritted her teeth, bent her front hooves, and respectfully knelt before the bard, acknowledging her chieftainship.
"So, next. Me! Curonian! A challenge to your property, your position, your everything!"
The Great Predator slowly stood up from the ground. The shady and ruthless vicissitudes of his face carried an endless killing intent. A pair of sharp eyes that seemed to pierce the chest of the enemy. The pitch-black cloak, woven by tens of thousands of eagle feathers, also rustled under the breeze.
A pitch-black falcon, standing on Cullonia's right shoulder, stared fiercely at the dwarf in front of him as it spread a pair of huge black wings eight feet wide and let out a terrifying cry.
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Chapter 177: Silent Death Match
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Christian let out a contemptuous sneer, and with a flip of her slim wrist, an antique lute appeared out of nowhere above her soft palm. The bard enthralled raised a front hoof and gently struck the ground, acting as an accompanying drumbeat. The five fingers, as if boneless, skilfully plucked the strings, making the air, rippling out a ripple of arcane magic.
Having fought side by side for many years, Christian understood that Cullonia's animal companion, was a female eagle. Therefore, she used illusions to fake an extremely powerful eagle phantom.
The eagle is huge, sturdy, sharp beak and claws, like polished brass, shining in the sunlight, shining with a blinding light, extremely consistent with the female eagle's mate selection criteria. The female eagle's eyes are straight.
"Hell, her illusion attainment is even more deadly than three months ago - no, Christian is better at playing instruments than singing - so that means that when she uses an instrument, although there is no way to use weapons, the illusion intensity, it is several times that of singing."
The bard's instrument in her hand dissipated in an instant. In its place, there is a wooden crossbow behind her back.
The Great Marauder's compound longbow requires drawing the bowstring full, aiming, and then releasing the string to fire. But the bard's crossbow arrow only needs to perform the two actions of aiming and snapping the hanging blade. Therefore, the thick and short crossbow arrow, which was the first to cut a harsh arc in the air, nailed heavily on Curonia's left shoulder, splashing a mournful blood splash.
The intense pain caused the feathered arrow he was about to shoot to immediately lose its aim and stick crookedly in Christian's side.
At the same time, the bard's white hoof, heavy on the front of the crossbow pedal, she bent her thin waist, bronze hands, the crossbow string to re-draw.
However, in terms of firing rate, the wooden crossbow was far inferior to the longbow, and this time was enough for Kulonia to shoot a second feather arrow. His tense muscles squeezed hard on the broken blood vessels, letting hot blood gush out along the wounds torn by the crossbow arrows.
Blood Rage Momochi endured the pain and let a sharp feathered arrow, hitting the opponent's left shoulder. By the time Christina straightened up and loaded her crossbow, the third arrow cluster, too, cut a harsh arc in the air and hit her neck precisely.
The loyalists burst into a mountain of applause. It was worthy of being one of the few Marauders in the entire council. It only took three arrows to defeat Anna's eldest daughter.
But the rebels who were loyal to Christian and had betrayed the chief, after a short silence, broke out into even more cheering and wild laughter!
Curonia's pupils instantly narrowed to the shape of a needle point - the moment the sharp arrow pierced her neck, Christian's small, delicate body instantly turned into a vaporous spiritual form, allowing the feathered vector to pass directly through her vitals - the pair of locking armor, identical to Holy Fire Ka'an's spiritualized battle armor, exactly the same.
That's the false king's spare battle armor!
The Great Marauder clearly remembered the scene - after they defeated the sacred fire, divide the spoils ------ no, divide the spoils of war, this unique spare battle armor, eventually in a series of power and money under the dirty collusion, fell into the hands of Toria. This matter is only a few chiefs and found the war armor themselves know.
Why, why did it appear to Christian? Wait a minute, combine that with her actions in collusion with the Thunder Spear clan in an attempt to take over the chieftainship, then there is only one answer!
"Traitor! Chris ------"
Having understood everything, Curonia was instantly consumed by endless rage, and he roared out loud to make this horrible betrayal public. But Christian was quicker! The cacophony of noise in the ears of the centurion suddenly turned into a dead-like silence, and the words that came out of his mouth turned into silent silence.
A moving song, entwined with arcane energy, haunts the bard's body. The Great Marauder could not make any sound within the twenty feet of space around him. He could not even cast divine magic by chanting incantations to recover from his injuries.
This silent magic, however, also turned out to be a weapon of the Great Predator. Having understood his situation, Curonia instantly turned into a gust of wind and raced towards Christian!
Silent space along with his movement, the bard, the same enveloped in a million depressing dead silence, the beautiful song abruptly stopped, Christian's magic and chanting, was completely blocked by his own spells.
In a silent silence, the two drew their blades for melee combat, two sharp short swords against shields and war hammers. The iron-cast killing weapons cut a deadly arc in the air, rubbing and colliding with a series of blinding sparks, but without making a single sound.
After figuring out Cullonia's moves, the wooden wrapped iron magic kite shield, suddenly burst out a blinding light, smooth and flat shield surface, like a thousand suns that bright, dazzling, searing light like countless small red burning needles, temporarily blinded the enemy's eyes.
Curonia let out a silent scream of misery. He knew the bard's methods, but there was nothing he could do about it - close his eyes? In this silent world, after the loss of the two most important senses, what can he take, and Christian's fight?
The bard likewise let out a silent scoff. If Curonia chose to shoot arrows at a distance, the great marauders who lost the ability to cast spells, will likewise be killed alive by their own offensive spells, with some crossbow arrows, no matter how you choose, this is an insoluble deadlock.
Under the cover of the blinding light, Christian's two hearts beat more and more rapidly and violently. The delicate bronze skin, as if swept by the hand of death, cracked out a hideous bloody scars. The crimson blood, as if boiling molten lava, surging in her body, and through a terrifying gap, emitting blood-colored steam, they fluttered, swirled, and finally coalesced, and finally turned into a sky-rocketing dark red smoke!
Thousands of thunderbolts, instantly entwined with the war hammer in Christian's hand, under a tangle of blood mist, viciously smashed into Curonia, who had lost his sight and hearing and was waving his short sword indiscriminately.
Two silent blasts smashed off the opponent's arms, and the sharp short blades, accompanied by the weakly sagging arms, fell to the ground. A wild dance of electricity paralyzed the enemy's body. And after the terrifying war hammer, which flashed with silent thunder, traced a third arc of death in the air, the golden hammer head, smashed heavily into the chest of the Great Marauder, denting a large piece of bloody flesh and skin.
"That's enough! Christian! Cullonia is defeated, you don't have to lay down the gauntlet!"
Seeing this cruel scene, Caan was flawed, and drew his halberd to rush forward, but was stopped by a large number of Thunder Spear soldiers. The man at the head of the group, in an almost bland tone, spoke the most cruel words.
"He did not say the word [admit defeat], then the battle is not over."
"Are you fucking blind! The whole battlefield, is covered by the silencing spell! How can Curonia say the word surrender! If we keep fighting, people will die! Get the hell out of my way!"
The Dreadnought leader let out a furious roar, his heart beating faster and faster, ready to go into a berserk state and fight to the death against these thunder spears! The heavily armored Fearless also entered into battle, wanting to stain Skerritt's sacred fortress red with the blood of these traitors!
"Charlaton! Cullonia is your childhood friend! Are you really going to watch him die like this! Are you really going to side with that unscrupulous dwarf?" Some of the blood rage veterans, questioning their fellow soldiers who stood on the side of the bard, responded with nothing but wandering eyes, and awkward silence.
They were equally shocked by Christian's atrocities and pitied their old friend, but, did not dare to disobey the new chief's orders.
Curonia lost consciousness under the double blow of thunder and physics as early as after the third hammer, and collapsed to the ground like the rouge blazing horse. But Christian, whose body was burning with a heavenly mist of blood and completely consumed by rage, had no intention of letting him go. The bard seemed to want to take out all the insults and discrimination, arrogance and prejudice she had suffered in the past few years on the Bardo who had challenged her authority!
The new blood rage chief, let out a silent roar, she raised two like ice and snow white front hooves, again and again, round after round, hard trampled on the defeated long unconscious past.
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Chapter 178: White Horse Skyfall
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The sturdy horses' hooves, trampling again and again on top of Curonian's athletic body, bruised him all over, but there was not a single scar on the fatal heart, head, etc.
"Who else, wants to test my power?! Who else, wants to question my authority?! Who else, wants to be like this pathetic loser, trampled on by me?!"
I don't know how long it took for the silencing spell to dissipate of its own accord, and the bard, whose skin was covered with lava scars and covered in a scarlet blood mist, as hideous and ghastly as a demon, kicked Kulonia off the wooden platform as if he was tired of playing, raised his arms high, and let out a mad laughing sound.
Some loyalists, who had long been scared out of their wits by Christian's atrocities, were convinced of the bard's power when they watched the usually invincible chief fall so easily. And the noble status of the other side also made many veterans waver. Two thousand heavily armed Thunder Spear soldiers, but also became the last straw to crush their psychological defenses.
"Snapper."
A sharp halberd, falling helplessly to the ground, a barbarian soldier belonging to Kulonia, trembling, threw away the blade in his hand, bent his front hooves, and offered his loyalty to the new chief who looked as if he was mad.
This move, as if pushing the first plank of the dominoes, a whole hundred households of barbarian soldiers, all in great terror, farther and farther away from Caen's three hundred fearless.
"It seems that you are determined to resist me?" The berserk time had long passed, but Christian, could not reveal her weak appearance at this critical moment, so she used blood as a price to forcefully maintain her bloody rage. Showed a regretful sardonic smile to Caen.
"Christian, you're completely and utterly insane! Look what you've done! You betrayed the people you grew up with, you betrayed your twin sister, and you even betrayed the whole clan by collaborating with outsiders! Now with blood on your hooves, you look even uglier than the defenseless dwarf you were before!"
"Don't just talk, come on stage if you can! According to our tradition, power can decide everything!" Christian said mockingly. "In the days before, didn't you all look down on me because of your power? What? Now you've gone soft? Have you been castrated like those fattened, ready-to-be-slaughtered livestock?"
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The impulsive Caen just wanted to go on stage, but was stopped dead by his men, three hundred fearless fight to the death, there may be the possibility of victory, a single fight is ten dead.
Christian is not strong in combat, but his equipment is in crushing condition. The silencing spell can block sound, the blinding shield can blind, and the thunderous war hammer ignores iron armor defense. At the moment of crisis, he can even turn into an ethereal spirit and dodge all attacks. This situation. Blood rage has no warrior that can fight against it.
"Calm down, Caen! Right now we should kill our way out of the fortress and pass the information to Chito! He still has over 1,300 men under him, we still have hope of turning the tide!"
"Peinhus? You put your last hope, on the pale horse?"
The bard, whose hearing is extremely keen, let out a piercing scoff.
"Ha! I'll be honest, Chief Golden Crawler will send his army to ambush halfway, and the Thunder Spear clan beside him will launch a deadly backstab at the most crucial time! Those who go with him are dead! There will be no return! And the Chosen Descendants will simply leave Pinehurst alive, as promised, and send him back to my body in fives ------"
Christian's words did not fall. Suddenly, the space in the middle of the square, wildly distorted open! Two like to the abyss of the portal doorway, instantly exposed in front of the crowd.
A man and a woman, one white and one black. An old man and a young man, two powerful elven spell casters, the first to step out of the doorway of the arcane. Arms pulling hard, the four huge human horses, successively dragged out of the dark abyss.
"Damned thunder-spear brats! Your chief, in my hands! Drop your weapons if you don't want her to die! Drop your weapons!!!"
Among the black fangs, the most powerful executioner: Saraiya. While grasping Tide Song's withered, dried-up arm, she crossed the dark abyss. While grasping a sharp short knife, the blade dead against the neck of the Thunder Spear Chief. Her black battle armor, stained with the blood of centaurs.
"Damn, two teleportation spells that can only take four people? That's too few! You can't do it, Warlockess!"
Logan, who had greatly increased in status by killing the forbidden leader of the Golden Crawl, also returned to Skerritt's Yew under the pull of Hennevil. His rude complaint caused the Drow elves to roll their eyes speechlessly.
"You're the ones who are too heavy, not my fault! I can teleport four humans or elves. But that terrible weight of yours? I'm already exhausted from teleporting two! You ungrateful black horse!"
"Well, well, teacher, Logan, you two do not get excited, those damn traitors, must not think that we thwarted the joint army of the Golden Crawler and Thunder Spear. With the help of your spell instant teleportation back!"
Pinehurst held the smooth and delicate pitch-black palm of the female warlock and was the last one to walk out of the portal. The tall and godly handsome pale body, the golden crown of nine devils dancing wildly, and the bloodstained body immediately caused a gasp.
It took the expeditionary force a full day to reach the end of the northern grasslands. However, with the open, flat grassland terrain, with the two elven spellcasters' teleportation, the six turned back home in just ------ two minutes.
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Painehurst thought it through. Sandra said there were traitors in Blood Rage. However, before he left, he put Christian, Caen, and Curonia for safety. Charlaton. Four loyal, from the sub-European grasslands together since the battle of the same robe comrades, and their barbarian soldiers, all left inside the fortress. Together with the blood rage chief personally sitting, enough in a short time, to suppress any rebel fires.
The hill giants and the Goth barbarians, who only want to live a peaceful life, dare to participate in the internal affairs of the centaurs even if they are just two vassals? Three hundred families of fallen hammers? Treat these artisan class, they are tax-free, free of war, plus a variety of resources tilt, their lives are treated countless times better, grateful to their own, there is no reason to rebel!
Even if Kaur really rebelled, it is impossible to convince all the extremely well-treated artisans to participate in the rebellion, three hundred tents, he pulled out a hundred people who dared to rebel on top of the sky.
The only threat, then, was simply the two thousand thunder spears from Skerritt's Yew.
So, three powerful spell casters, two executioners who specialize in fighting civil wars and protecting their spells, plus [Chief Thunder Spear], a hostage, how can we lose this civil war?
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Christian's mouth grew in shock, looking at everything in front of him incredulously, months of scheming, was completely shattered by two teleportation spells, the pale centaur that should have been captured alive by the golden crawler, not only returned to the fortress with the caster, and even caught the chief of the Thunder Spear!
Pinehurst was equally wide-eyed and stunned as he looked around, his body trembling gently. Christina and Curonia collapsed to the ground, motionless. While Christian and Charlaton were standing on top of the high platform, commanding the barbarian soldiers to surround Caen! The former brothers and sisters were already fighting with swords.
"Take them alive! Immediately!!!"
After a short silence, Christian instantly roared loudly. She understood that in this extreme situation, all explanations, are so pale and feeble. But, as long as you catch Peinhers, after the big picture has been settled, there is plenty of time to explain to him what happened.
Yes! There was nothing wrong with his plan, except that the person who captured Pinehurst alive changed from a minion of the Golden Crawler to himself!
After hearing the new chief's order, the veterans of the blood rage who had sworn allegiance, looked at each other, none of them, daring to make a move against their acting chief. The bard had promised that she would personally defeat her sister, while Peinhus, would be captured alive by the golden crawler. After confirming that they would not fight the two chiefs, these people, only reluctantly participated in the civil war.
The alien surrendered soldiers, who occupy three-quarters of the population of Blood Rage, are even more shivering, not daring to come forward. The nominal chief, though, was Christina. However, in the eyes of the three thousand surrendered soldiers, the status of Pinehurst was far higher than his rouge spouse.
The one who kills the sacred fire is the pale horse.
The covenant and the establishment of a new order of people are pale horses.
The man who reformed and innovated to make the clan stronger and stronger, or the pale horse!
Peinhus was almost the uncrowned king of the Blood Fury clan. A dozen monster clans, in his powerful arcane magic, turned to ashes. Soldiers willing to follow him in battle, trampling on the bones of their enemies, plundering the treasures of their enemies, and becoming more and more powerful and rich under the system he built.
This gradually accumulated love and prestige is enough to deter most of the blood rage barbarian soldiers.
"AlanNure Pinehurst!!!"
Looking at the distraught rebels, the three barbarian hammer centurions, who remained neutral, ran to the side of the pale men and horses, bows and arrows, shields, hammers, and aimed at Christian's rebel army. Right now was a good time to snowball and improve themselves.
Facing the raging army of thunder spears, Salaiya's right hand slipped and slashed Sandra's neck without hesitation, letting the dripping blood, gushing out along the huge wound, frightened those muscle sisters who tried to charge the noble. The chief's eldest daughter panicked and ordered everyone not to move without permission star
Looking at the Thunder Spear soldier who was no longer moving, the black fang's vermilion lips lightly opened, casting a healing divine art to heal the Thunder Spear chief's knife wound - the knife just now did not hurt the nerves or blood vessels. As the master of centaur deconstruction, the chief executioner, knows every corner of the body of his fellow soldier like the back of his hand.
"Pale horse! That damned dwarf has mutinied! She used a despicable ploy to stun the chief with poison, then launched a challenge to defeat Christina! Curonia tried to stop it single-handedly, but was beaten half to death!"
Looking like a divine soldier descending from heaven, the pale warlock who appeared in front of him, Caen was overjoyed and immediately told the truth about the sudden change, like the other side.
"Hissing and pulling..."
In the face of the raging army of thunder spears, Salaiya's right hand flashed, did not hesitate to cut open the neck of Sandra, so that the hot blood, like a red fountain, along the ghastly fissure gushing out, in the air out of the scarlet arc, splashed Sister Gui army a face, the heart of the fluke thunder spear soldiers, did not expect the other side actually play real, had to stop the pace of the attack.
Looking at the Thunder Spear soldier who was no longer moving, the black fang let out an icy sneer. Her vermilion lips lightly opened, casting a healing divine art, restoring the Thunder Spear Chief's knife wound - the slash just now did not injure the neurovascular. As a master deconstructionist, the Black Fang's chief executioner, Salea knows every corner of the centaur's body like the back of her hand.
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The rebellion was once again at a stalemate. Looking at Pinehurst's dark eyes full of disappointment, anger, and even resentment, Christian's heart, as if cut back and forth by a dull knife, came a gruesome pain as if the soul was torn apart.
"Bloodrage will sooner or later fall into the abyss under you and your sister's leadership, and your folly will bury the entire clan, with your ridiculous golden hat! Peinhus! We will all die under the butcher's knife of the Golden Craw!"
Christian was a little shaken, trembling back two steps, but she quickly recovered, the sky rushing blood-colored flame, burning more and more vigorous!
"Whether it's you, or me, we both need a lot of soldiers to accomplish different dreams. Don't let them, because of this ridiculous civil unrest, shed the last drop of blood. Come on, Christian, let's make things simple."
Pinehurst snapped his fingers and, using a magic trick, created a pitch-black eyepatch that covered his left eye. As if a one-eyed pirate.
"I ------"
Christian's lips trembled gently as he looked at the white horse in front of him with fascination. Ordering your men to attack and doing it yourself are two completely different concepts! But there was no time for her to think about it. Bloody rage has long exceeded the prescribed time limit, and now, every hideous and horrible wisp of bloody smoke is the embodiment of burning one's life!
"BOOM!!!"
The bard was like a black and red lightning, instantly killed in front of Pinehurst, the shield, which was as smooth as a mirror, became more and more fiery. A dazzling to the extreme golden light erupted!
"I'm sorry."
The golden light dispersed, Christian swung round the war hammer in his hand, the ghastly blade forged by gold and steel, wrapped with pale electricity and scarlet steam at the same time, gently smashed into the right arm of Painehurst.
The bard was sure that the blinded warlock would not be able to block his own attack. Thousands of electric currents will follow his flesh and blood, spread to all six limbs, making him paralyzed and easily subdued by himself. Just like Charlatan and Curonian.
However, Pinehurst removed the slightly red, extremely hot black eye patch, the abyss-like dark, deep night-colored pupils, under the bard's astonished gaze, slowly opened. He easily judged the trajectory of the war hammer, raised a shield of pure wood forged kite, blocked the blast of the thunder hammer!
The two people who fought knew each other's capabilities. The warlock also knew the characteristics of that shield. However, the amount of his knowledge reserve is simply different from that of a centaur who can't sail at all.
In the past, the crew often moved back and forth between the dimly lit cabins and the brightly lit decks. The light and dark working environment was very difficult for their eyes.
So, the sailor will close one eye, and then put on the light absorption, the best effect of the black eye patch, so that the eye that is covered by the black cloth, almost not affected by the sunlight, into the dark, the black cloth lifted, immediately adapt to the dark environment.
In fact, the warlock wanted to create sunglasses to defend against the blinding glare. However, he simply does not understand the principle of sunglasses, there is no way to start manufacturing, so he had to retreat to the second best, using the zero-ring trick to create a pitch-black eye patch.
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The ability of the dazzling shield can only be used twice a day. After it's used up, it's just a mediocre shield. Christian was forced into a quagmire of melee combat. The halberd and the shield hammer, along with the gruesome sound of metal rubbing together, hit hard and splashed a bright, dazzling crimson sparks.
As warlocks and bards, both have extremely powerful spell-casting abilities, but, as the cost of studying arcane arts year-round, Pinehurst and Christian, no time to delve into melee combat skills, to the standards of adult horses, they both can only be considered barely qualified.
However, the acting chief was born with brute strength, and his strength is so strong that he can be ranked in the top three among all the powerful chiefs. The black dwarf, on the other hand, was naturally inferior. Under the powerful attack of the halberd, he was defeated.
Christian that bronze beauty face, turned increasingly pale, weak, blood loss bard, had to stop burning life blood rage, endless fatigue, exertion, immediately like a tidal wave, flooded her whole body.
The new chief's pocket-sized black body, weakly swayed twice, her vision was blurred, her eyelids couldn't stop drooping downward, her brain was almost knocked out by the feeling of exhaustion, and she almost fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at the beautiful face that is almost identical to Christina's, except for her skin color, Pinehurst's five fingers flicked, and the halberd in his hand flipped over, facing the bard's sharp axe blade and turning into a heavy hammer head on the other side.
Just as he was about to end it all, accompanied by a gush of mournful and moving soft song, the bard under his hooves, slowly transformed into a tall, divinely handsome rouge blazing horse - physique and appearance, a smile, all with her sister. Exactly the same.
"What's the use of disguising yourself as Christina when it comes down to it?!"
The pale centaur is in no better shape now than he was when he fought with Chief Sandra and the elite thunder spears who died without surrender. The blood rage Thousand panting heavily. Looked at the bard and let out an icy sneer.
"I really didn't expect that the betrayer would be you! Christian! Chief, where did she treat you badly? When your sister first recovered from her serious injury, she immediately struggled to crawl out of the tent and threatened and even beat up all those clansmen who had mocked you! Did she ever treat you badly? Why did you ------"
Suddenly, the pale centaur seemed to think of something. Shocked eyes widened, looking incredulously at the phantom in front of him, his chin almost hanging down to his chest because of the extreme shock.
"So ------ that night ------ was it, was it you?!"
"Guess right, the pale horse!"
Christian bit his lower lip fiercely, and used the pain of ** to drive away the mental exhaustion. While Peinhers was in shock, with the help of arcane magic, he hid his form and disappeared in front of the crowd.
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"Tch, I actually had to use that to upset his mind ------ never thought that I would be pushed to this extent! The dazzling shield and spiritualized chain armor need time to recover, and they can't be counted on today. Melee combat can not fight against it, then, can not cast spells frenzy state, there is also no need to use.
For three months, I have calculated and rehearsed the fighting methods of all the Blood Rage Hyakutas, understood their deepest fears and nightmares, and thus devised various strategies to deal with them, but because of the promise of the Chosen Descent, I was not prepared to fight with my sister and Peinhus at all! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I can't lose here, I don't want to lose here!"
Christian braced his invisible, weak body and hid at the edge of the square, frantically thinking of ways to win. What spell would he use, what kind of phantom would he create to shatter his mental defenses?
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, a loud noise disrupted the bard's thoughts. Uncountable glittering dust, accompanied by explosive shock waves, instantly sprinkled the entire square. Will be a whole area, enveloped in a dark golden cloud of smoke. Each grain of fine gold powder, are emitting as if flames like dazzling light, so that the creatures standing in the cloud mass, simply can not open their eyes.
The pale horse, on the other hand, turned into an ethereal gaseous form, floating above the entire shimmering smoke cloud of dark gold. Looking down at the battlefield beneath his hooves - finally, he saw what he was looking for: drifting with the wind, dense dark gold dust, in a corner of the square, outlining a luscious shape of a half-man, half-horse.
PS: Today is a bit urgent, first code so much, missing tomorrow to make up for QAQ
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