Chapter 181: Shadow Fangs
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Diodosia - Gold Crawler Camp
"Chief, there's a problem with the plan! Gurvya is nowhere to be found, and Pinehurst is nowhere to be found!"
"Chief! The Greenskins have betrayed us! The men they left behind to liaise with them have run off!"
"Chief! I ------ we found the battlefield, the chief of the forbidden army and the people she took out, all, all killed! All the warriors were stripped clean, ** laid out naked in the sea of grass, at the mercy of birds and animals pecking. Weapons and armor, gold jewelry, and even the head, all disappeared!"
"Chief! There are spies of blood rage mixed in the city! Some men and horses hiding under black robes are speaking to other clans, slandering your name, saying that you want to destroy all the chiefs and be crowned king! Half the city is in a panic!"
"Chief! Gurvya's lost head was found! Some black-clad men carrying blood-soaked sacks suddenly appeared in the middle of the square, and they opened the sacks and poured out 500 bloody heads! And spread the word against you to the surrounding people!"
"Chief ------"
"Shut up!"
Toriya let out a horrible roar. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was disheveled. Exquisite face, as if covered by a layer of gray haze. The attendants beside her, even more frightened by the God's chosen descendants trembled, have lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the golden crawling chief, that spouted endless rage of silver eyes.
A series of bad news, like dense raindrops, hit Toria's heart hard, and she was in a bad mood to the extreme. The golden-footed chief paced back and forth inside the stone hall. Silver horses' hooves, on the wooden floor covered with animal skins, struck a series of low muffled sound.
"Sorry, I'm a little out of it, go ahead. I'd like to see what other bad news could have put me in a more irritable mood, today?"
The divinely chosen descendant barely regained her composure, she gently lifted up the messy silver strands at her temples, smoothed her long hair and pinned it behind her ears, and looked coldly at the scout in front of her.
"The chiefs of Kuk, Kuk, Kuk Bone, and Grey Mane want to see you, they want to know the gossip outside and whether it is true." The gold-treaded scout, whose entire body was soaked with cold sweat, trembled as he responded to the chief's words.
"TOLERIA!!!"
Before the God's chosen descendant could answer, a terrifying loud noise erupted in the direction of the gate. The two chiefs are not patient people, Abhors raised his hands, countless vines, instantly broke through the earth, like a dark green python, tied the golden crawler forbidden guard in a knot. The Gorel side, draped with iron armor right shoulder, directly crashed open the closed door.
"Toriya! What the hell do you want! Sending out the forbidden guards, uniting the Thunder Spear clan, and a band of orcs to attack our brothers and sisters in Bloodrage? God, I remember the light when we first met, and you said that you wanted to unite all the people and create a wonderful kingdom!"
The look in Abhors' eyes as he looked at Chief Gold Crawler was full of sorrow and disappointment. "Now, do you dare to say that word again?"
"I will unite all my fellow citizens and create a good kingdom."
The God's Chosen Descendant straightened his spine and met the sight of the Withered Bone Chief without fear.
"I was set up, brother. That day, I ordered Gurvya to hire a group of orcs, so that these green-skinned monsters could dogfight and clear the way for everyone to march into the Kerch Peninsula.
However, things suddenly went beyond expectation, those orcs suddenly bit back, Blood Fury and Thunder Spear were forced to retreat back to the north, and my soldiers tried to cover their retreat, thus wiping out their entire army - don't you think it's strange? It just happened, and every inch of the city's streets, black-robed horses and men appeared, sparing no effort to slander my reputation? This is a long-planned conspiracy! A conspiracy!"
"It's ------ is it?"
Looking at the God's Chosen descendant who looked determined, the two chiefs who knew nothing about the black tusk, also developed a slight wavering.
"Then? You'd better call a meeting and open things up. The whole city is in a mess now." Gorel's anger slowly dissipated. Both of them were the chiefs of the clan closest to the golden crawl. Otherwise, it would not be the first time, looking for Toria to ask for an explanation.
"What are we going to do about those black-robed horses? Send out the army to catch them? I can help you sweep a street or two."
"No need. I will take this blood feud myself! I will use their blood to pay tribute to Gurvya's departed soul! You guys help me arrange the meeting well, I want to tell all the chiefs, within the hall, the truth of the matter."
Looking at the pair's distant backs, Toria gave a grim smile.
"I will unite all my fellow citizens and create a good kingdom. But sometimes, in order to reach the right goal, one must do whatever it takes."
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After the battle, most of the Blood Fury men and horses, hurriedly turned back towards the north. Only Sigrid, personally led a hundred black fang elite, quietly south. With the help of the spies and help from the scattered clans, the bloody truth, accompanied by the heads of the Golden Crawler, was spread throughout the city.
"Chief Golden Crawler has betrayed her trust! She hired orcs and tried to kill Peinhus of the Bloodrage Clan! Under Holy Fire, saving everyone's valor! And ------ came so fast!"
There is no paper making in this hellhole, and sheepskin and cloth are too expensive. Printing is even a few centuries later, so it's all roar to promote anything.
The arrogant action of the black fangs was immediately met with a crowd of spectators. After a great deal of fanfare by Kirawal, ten gold-treaded soldiers in golden leather armor appeared at the end of the street and drew their longbows in their hands at him, sharp arrow clusters that glinted with a sharp, cold light.
Without saying a word, the black fang elite immediately rushed into the crowded crowd and fled towards the isolated alley. There were simply too many pedestrians around. For the sake of the clan's reputation, the Golden Crawler soldiers did not dare to shoot arrows at random, so they put away their bows and drew their spears and shields. Pushing the crowded people, they divided into two groups and encircled the two ends of the alley.
"Chase! Don't let that black robed man get away!"
Toria's minions pursued them, all of them killed into the isolated alleyway. Just as they passed a corner, a sharp short spear, like lightning, stabbed out of the blind spot of vision and ruthlessly penetrated the neck of the leader soldier!
The neck was already densely populated. The spear was so precise that it tore through the trachea and artery. The soldier dropped his weapon in horror and covered the wound with both hands, trying to stop the blood gushing out everywhere, but the blood continued to drown his fresh lungs along the broken trachea.
"Damn it! Even if this guy doesn't run, he still dares to ambush us!"
The gold-tracked soldiers let out an angry battle cry as one marauder paused to try to heal his brother's fatal wound, while the other three, shields raised high, shielding their vulnerable necks and faces, rounded the corner warily: a darkened back, moving further and further away from them.
"Stand still! Coward!!!"
After seeing the hastily fleeing black shadow, the three soldiers immediately charged forward, but, they were so angry that they completely failed to notice that under their feet, there was a section of belt that was similar in color to the dirt.
"Snap!"
The brown belt, like a python that had been lurking for a long time, suddenly launched a deadly attack, wrapping its supple body around the soldier's hoof and binding the two front legs tightly together. The Golden Crawler, who had lost his balance, immediately fell to the ground, raising a large area of dirty dust.
After hearing the familiar voice, Kirawal stopped fleeing, played with two conical short spears, and met the pursuing men and horses. The handsome face, under the shadow of the black robe, revealed a hideous smile.
"The second one."
The black fang spoke with confidence. At the predator's command, a long dark green shadow descended from the sky! His viper partner leapt off the tiled roof of the house, sharp fangs, instantly piercing the thick skin, strong neck muscles, squeezing the glands in the viper's body, allowing the terrifying neurotoxin to flow through the thin tubes and gush out through the hollow fangs. It was as if there was a delicate death poppy that quietly bloomed inside the flesh and blood of the centaur.
"The third one."
Looking at the gold-footed soldier with his shield raised and his face in fear, Kilawal stepped forward and poked the warrior's eyes with the sharp tip of his spear! And when the opponent raised his shield, to block the attack, blocked his own line of sight, another short spear, precise piercing his front hoof of the vascular nerve.
The gold-tracked soldier let out a miserable cry, his unconscious horse's hooves went limp, and his whole body tilted forward and fell. Exposing the defenseless back of his neck to the tip of the conical gun.
"The fourth one."
The blackened gendarme licked the blood that had splashed to his lips. From the warm flesh and blood, he gently pulled out a short conical spear, the horrible sound of steel rubbing against flesh and blood seemed to him like a melodious and moving death ballad.
The gold-tracked soldier who was pronounced dead let out a scream as he drew his dagger and frantically cut the strap that bound the horse's hoof, but, too slowly, the blood-stained short spear, cutting a harrowing bloody arc in the air, tore right through and through his skull!
"The fifth one."
The dark fang, stained with blood, gently poked around the corner of the alley and gave a friendly wave to the medic. The man knelt down and cast a healing divine spell, trying to restore the first wounded man's ghastly wounds, his spear and shield set aside.
He looked at the black-robed man in front of him in shock, unable to accept the fact that all three siblings, all died under him. Only to watch the sharp tip of the gun, in her fear-filled pupils, the larger the release.
Kirawal removed his blood-stained black robe and packed the viper into a shadowy, comfortable backpack. He gently straightened his collar and, like an ordinary herdsman, quietly blended into the crowd on the street, leaving the five corpses, and the five other gold-tracked soldiers behind, as if none of this, had ever happened.
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Chapter 182: Coronation as King
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Chief An Ran of Tasmal, carrying two feminine, handsome elven men, was the last to step into the stone auditorium. The chiefs of the six tribes, except for her, had long been lying on top of a pile of soft, comfortable animal skins, waiting for the meeting to begin.
The most powerful Golden Crawler Chief, under the protection of six Golden Crawler Forbidden Guards, sat at the chief of the hall. Her graceful and beautiful body was tightly wrapped in a golden steel and wooden armor. The left hand, entwined with vines, grasped a golden staff carved in the shape of an eagle's head, with two oval-shaped azure stones, like a pair of sharp eagle's eyes, emitting a faint arcane light.
An exquisite and luxurious horseshoe banner dangled down from the beams of the room. It swayed gently behind the God's Chosen Descendants.
The other eight seats are placed on either side of the golden crawl.
The four banners on the left are the Black Cloud Thunder of the Thunder Spear Clan, the White Bone Tree of the Dead Bone Clan, the Terrible Falcon of the Gray Mane Clan, and the fancy rose harp of the Poetic Dead.
The four banners on the right are the rouge skull of the Blood Fury clan, the storm element of the Wind Howler clan, the venomous snake with its tail of the Poison Bite clan, and the white fist of Tasmal that means cooperation and unity.
"The seven chiefs are all here, so speak, Toria. Please explain properly why your captain of the forbidden guards, with a large number of troops, slipped out of the city quietly? Whether or not you actually attacked a fellow blood rage - the fact that Gurvia led the forbidden guards out of the city is a fact you cannot deny."
Hidden under a snakeskin cloak, Chief Poison Bite, with a grim old face covered with folds, was the first to ask a question. He leaned on an oak-forged staff, the top of which, carved with the head of a dragon with fins.
The divinely chosen descendant wagged his finger, signaling the other side to be quiet.
"Before I explain the cause of this incident, I want to state a fact." Toriya cleared her throat. The voice spoke with emotion.
"Times have changed, brothers and sisters. The time when you led your clans and roamed the grasslands with impunity is over. Our enemies are no longer the weak goblin war gangs, or the scattered orc clans. Today, our enemies are much more formidable than those guys.
In the West, a blackened sea of roaming wolves, led by their legendary wolf lords, lurked inside the tall, solid stone walls, silently licking their wounds, ready to devour us to death. In the East, the orcs have gathered the largest WAAAGH in a century!!! Grey Mane Chief Gorel himself told: south of the Black Sea, in addition to the fire-worshipping Demonic Empire, two Roman kingdoms are even more powerful to the point of despair."
Tolya looked around mournfully at the chiefs.
"I know that everyone is used to the feeling of being above all people and is unwilling to surrender the power in their hands and submit to others. But, alone, with one clan, we cannot defeat the strong enemies around us. Only by uniting together can we gain the right to survive in these years when the White Calamity is devouring all things!"
"We are united together nowadays, are you not satisfied with that?" Chief Wind Howler discontentedly interrupted Toria's speech.
"Of course!"
The divinely chosen descendant spoke with conviction. "This council is like nine gnome slaves bound together by ankle chains, each with his own agenda! Each chief has his or her own ideas, each playing his or her own little game, and no amount of numbers can defeat the powerful enemies around them! Chief Gorel! Do you remember the last war? It was because you were greedy and adventurous that you made Gray Mane and Golden Crawler, suffer great losses!"
"Your rescue at that time will always be in my mind."
Chief Gray Mane bowed his head in shame.
"So, I propose to you all, to reorganize the ancient kingdom. And I, the descendant of Tomiris, the true Supreme King, will repay you citizens, with several times more money, for the rights you have lost. I will lead you to defeat the powerful enemies and build a strong empire that will not lose to the Persian demon descendants!"
Chief Golden Crawler raised his arms high and cried out to the sky with fervor. The stone hall suddenly fell into a dead silence. Only her wild words, full of ambition, resonated back and forth inside the hall.
"After I'm done talking, who's for it and who's against it?"
"I'm against it!"
Chief Piana, the poet-dead, was the first to break the silence, the infamous bard, got up and left the table. Twisting her graceful body that emits boundless charm, she slowly came to the center of the hall. She was like a colorful peacock with an open screen, and like a famous prostitute with a flowery branch. Proudly flaunting their beauty.
"That's right, Toriya, times have indeed changed. Your so-called god-chosen bloodline is a fairy tale from a hundred years ago!"
Piana drew a magnificent thrusting sword carved with countless roses, the sharp tip of which pointed directly at the high and mighty Chosen Descendant of God. The nightingale like delicate singing voice, uttering each sentence, as if a refreshing song.
"We are all chiefs together, how can we bend our knees to you!"
"That's right! I have seen the way you run your clan! The people are not close brothers and sisters to you, but a sharp arrow ready to be expended. We are born free, how can we be reduced to slavery! The kingdom can be rebuilt, but the supreme king may not be you!"
Maide, whose personality is as straightforward as a storm, walked faithfully to the side of the poet-dead leader and fought alongside her. A terrifying storm, in her soft hands, converge to form.
Abhors of the Dead Bone Clan chose to remain silent. He had no ambition to be king and only wanted to see his clan prosper and be strong.
The Gray Mane's Gorel felt indifferent to their clan's way of life, which is to be hired, fight, and take enough gold to make ends meet.
The Supreme King? Nothing more than a new patron. And right now, Toriya is offering a very attractive price.
"Four votes for, two votes against. Blood Rage is not present and automatically abstains from voting." Toria confidently pulled out a roll of sheepskin. "This is a letter written by Chief Sandra, herself, who approves of me becoming the Supreme King. Anyone who doesn't believe me can view it for themselves."
"I ------"
Chief Poison Bite naturally wanted to object. To be taken in by another clan was a great shame for the current chief.
However, he suddenly thought of something - among the meeting, all the chiefs only brought two or three close friends. Surrounded by strong sealed stone walls again, if really hostile to the chosen descendants of God ------ himself still have life to leave here?
Thinking of this, Chief Poison Bite used his afterglow to look at the exit of the hall, damn it! I don't know when, a row of heavily armed gold crawler forbidden guards, firmly guarded where! Metal forged shields and spears, flashing cold cold light, molten gold masks, carved with enough horrible appearance to make children stop crying.
"In the beginning, I should not have listened to your bullshit about everyone working side by side? You just want to trick us to come over and be your slave ------"
Seeing that this ridiculous proposal might actually be voted on, Chief Wind Howler became anxious and tried to make a pre-emptive strike. However, before she could finish her sentence, Piana quietly took a step backward. A carved and hollowed out stabbing sword, cutting a harsh arc in the air, stabbed precisely into the back of Maide's heart.
The tip of the sword, coated with blood and internal debris, instantly stabbed out Maide's chest after penetrating the heart of Chief Wind Howler.
"As your royal bard, the recorder, preacher and singer of many future epics, how was the play that seduced your enemies out? Honorable Supreme King."
Piana gracefully drew the blood-stained sword from the flesh and blood of Maide, she took off a luxurious ceremonial hat decorated with countless feathers, and performed a tedious and complicated salute to the chosen descendant of God.
"Now, there are five votes. By the laws we have made together, the proposal of the Chief of the Golden Cushion, nay, the Supreme King, passes! Ah - I must create a most magnificent and atmospheric chorus to proclaim the rebirth of our ancient kingdom. Future generations will always remember this great day!"
The leader of the poet dead, suddenly came to life, endless inspiration, like a flood into her mind. Piana dropped the blood-stained sword, drew out a roll of sheepskin carried with her, the right index finger, dipped in the blood of the wind howling chief, on the leather, write out a touch of musical symbols.
"Today! God's chosen descendants, crowned as kings!"
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Chapter 183: Howl of the fury of the gale
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Sigrid curled up inside the Blood Tide Inn, the most isolated room, quietly listening to the reports of his men and watching the situation unfold. This hotel, once owned by the Blood Rage clan, was one of the secret gathering places for that group of Goth priests, with several secret passages and hidden doors.
Compared with other human beings, these Goths from the snowy plains of the North Sea are fat and sturdy. The dark tunnel they dug was also extraordinarily spacious. More taller people than them, a little squeeze, barely still can use.
When Asana returned to the fold, the priest told all their secrets, all to Peinhus. The thought of the black fangs coming to Diodosia to spread the news, the pale horse, again, told everything, to the little girl.
Black Fang's efficiency was impeccable, and in just half a day, Chief Golden Crawler's plot, was spread throughout the city, but it also caused a series of riots, and a dozen executioners, all of whom were injured to varying degrees in their escape. With the passage of time, the news brought back by the gendarmes also made the face of the black-fanged centurion more and more ugly.
The seven chiefs gathered in the Rock Hall and launched another round of meetings. But the forbidding troops with their golden masks, surrounding the building?
Almost the entire army of the Golden Crawler Clan was mobilized, tens of thousands of heavily armed warriors, walking through and prowling every street? and blocked the gates of the city!
It was noon when the sun was shining brightly. The territory of the Wind Howler Clan was under siege by the Golden Crawlers. They did not make any disguise, they did it brazenly in full view of everyone! The black fangs lurking inside were almost completely wiped out, only a few of them were good enough to barely run back to report the attack, and at this moment, lay dying on a wool blanket, receiving treatment from the other marauders.
"Damn it! Is this Tolya's madness, seeing that the conspiracy has been foiled, simply one way or the other, start a **cleaning?" Sigrid slightly panicked, the city gates were sealed, she and the elite black fangs, were blocked alive inside the city.
"Chief! No, Momochi, it's not good - the spies planted inside the poet dead, betrayed us!"
Suddenly, a bloodied, scarred gendarme, passing through the secretly excavated tunnel, brought Sigrid, an even more terrible news. He had a short, conical spear stuck in his chest - the exclusive killing weapon of the Black Fangs.
After the defeat of the sacred fire, the poet-dead chose just a few dozen children with extraordinary temperament and prepared them to be trained as bards. Piana's clan was sparsely populated, and the members were as close as family, and the children they led away did not complete the training of the Black Fang.
Her clan, therefore, has always been the weakest link in the spy network.
"Sigrid! Look at the city walls! The banners of the Nine Tribes in different colors on the battlements and towers are falling to the ground one by one. In their place, all of them are golden glittering radiant horses' hooves!"
The black fang centurion quietly probe out the window. Not far away, the dark green Viper's Tail Banner and the lavender Storm Elemental Banner, like two shrinking autumn leaves, slowly fell to the ground.
"Gather all the black fangs immediately and call back the brothers and sisters scattered in other clans as well! Stock up on two days' worth of food and go home immediately! Staying in the city is chronic death, sooner or later Toria will catch us!"
Sigrid said with a serious face, the usual camouflage of playful and delicate, all gone.
"But there are so few of us, and the city gates are so narrow-"
"Toria must have done something horrible enough to make the Wind Howler clan draw their swords on her, or they wouldn't have sent an army to besiege their territory - go! Let's go give them a hand!"
"What?" Several black fangs, not daring to believe, looked at their leader.
"You're right, we're too few in number and the gates are too narrow, but with the help of a few dozen elemental warlocks, the situation would be much different!
Listen up! I don't know what kind of stupidity Chief Golden Cushion has done, but she's scared! Scared enough to send all of her troops, into every street, to crush her fellow defiant soldiers! And all we have to do is unite all of her enemies, and kill them together!"
Sigrid raised the huge black bow that had been passed down from generation to generation in her family. The youthful and tender face was overflowing with the shivering color of madness.
"Come, brothers and sisters, there are some traitors' heads waiting to be reaped! Let all the men and horses fear the name of our black fangs!"
"AlanNure Sigrid!!!"
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Under the terrifying surprise attack of the Golden Crawler Clan, the Wind Howler Clan was caught off guard as soldiers of gold blocked an important street. Rushing flames engulfed a wooden house. The hard iron hooves stepped over the warm bones of an old and weak baby.
Without Chief Maed's command, the huddled Wind Howler Warlocks were in disarray, giving all sorts of contradictory orders to their soldiers! Chief Warlock Orakil, wasted a lot of time to gather all the warlocks and soldiers, relying on every street, every house, and roared a deathly counterattack against the golden men and horses invading their homes.
At one time, the golden crawler and the wind howling at the same time bent their bows and arrows, dense and diffuse feathered vectors, like two waves of competing steel waves, uprooted from the ground, straight into the sky! The elemental warlocks invoked the furious wind. The golden arrows were blown to pieces. And their own feathered arrows, riding on the unruly storm, became more and more hideous and horrible, completely drowned the golden enemy.
Hundreds of strong men and horses, shimmering with metallic hues, and dozens of wind howling warlocks, met narrowly inside a dimly lit alleyway. The heavily armored, gold-treaded warriors, immediately under the cover of javelin-feathered yarns, wildly shouted the name of the chosen descendants of God and raised their stout riding lances flat in their hands.
But those half-elemental-blooded centaurs made Jin Cui understand what it meant to howl with the fury of the gale - their flesh and blood bodies became more and more illusory and ethereal, and they all turned into tyrannical gales, embracing their enemies into their own sandy and terrifying embrace. Hundreds of hideous, ghastly purple currents splintered inside that storm-shaped flesh and blood.
However, the Golden Crawler caught the Wind Howl off guard in their initial attack and directly captured their warehouse. Wind Howl's secrets seemed to have nothing to hide in the eyes of the Chosen Hind. They lost all their reserves of arrows, and the spell casters had a limit on the number of spells. A defense of this scale would not last long at all.
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"Hell - Wind Howler, Dead Bones, and Poetic Dead. Such clans with massive spell-casting troops are too horrible as enemies. Fortunately, among the three clans, there are two that are loyal to me."
Listening to the terrifying howl of fury in the distance between the gale and thunder, and watching the series of reports of unfavorable battle from her men, Toria rubbed her temples fiercely, trying to relieve the fatal headache caused by overthinking.
In the middle of the council, facing the tidal wave of golden crawlers that poured into the hall, Chief An Ran of Tasmal, and Chief Sogros of Poison Bite chose to surrender. The two were immediately tied up in knots by the gold glittering warriors. Toria held the chieftain to the clan. The troops of Tasmar were quickly suppressed and told to stay quietly where they were and not to move.
At this moment, the God's chosen descendant repeated the same trick, she led a whole thousand iron cavalry equipped with golden cushioned guards, stepping with another earth trembling, pressed Sogros, striding towards the premises of the poisonous bite. A thousand embroidered golden horses' hooves, fluttering in the wind, the gorgeous banners in the air, coalesced into a huge golden cloud.
"There is no time, I must immediately purge the six clans in the south, the north, Sandra's thunder spear, may not be a match for blood fury, the golden crown of the supreme king, is still on the head of another white horse ------ I really do not have much time to play house with you! I, the chosen descendant of God! I will rule over my people and lead you to prosperity and wealth! Or, watch you all turn to white bones."
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Chapter 184: The Viper's Devouring Bite
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"Brothers and sisters of the Venombite Clan! There are traitors in the council, and they have stirred up a horrible rebellion in the city! Valiant soldiers from the Golden Crawler Clan are doing their utmost to suppress this farce, it's dangerous outside now, so please stay inside your houses and don't come out and move around until it's over!"
Looking at a walled house in front of him. A thousand heavily armed Golden Crawlers forbidden troops, escorting the bound Poison Bite Chief, surrounded the opponent's territory, and a few golden masks, roaring loudly at the incomparably alert Poison Bite centaurs inside the house.
"And your chief, suspected of rebellion, so we're detaining him first! When things calm down, we will question them again. Don't worry about it! Brothers and sisters of Poison Bite! If the Golden Cushion has arrested the wrong person, the Chosen Descendant of God, will personally bring a large amount of gold and apologize to you at your door! Please stay at home for now and wait for us to suppress the rebellion!"
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"Squeak-"
Sigrid pushed open a hidden dark door, and with the assembled black fangs, barely squeezed out of the narrow dark passage. Appearing in the courtyard of a house - surrounded by, stood a dense crowd of poison bite soldiers.
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't do it! Let me explain!"
Looking at the eerie and horrifying compatriots, with their weapons drawn in unison, Sigrid scrambled to raise her arms, indicating that she had no weapons.
"We are members of the Bloodrage Clan! Men of Peinhus! Enemies of Toria! Your friends! Think about it, what clan came north in full force three months ago to free up a large area for you to live in? We only came with the help of the tunnels of the past!"
"Are you blood rage gnomes, who like to dig holes in the ground of houses?" A gloomy and melancholy centaur, without even looking at them, continued the work in his hands. Surrounded by the Golden Crawler clan, these Poison Bite warriors, filled buckets of suspicious yellowish liquid into the wooden basin, and soaked a large amount of cloth, in the center of the basin.
"Excuse me, are you the leader of the Poison Bite Clan?"
Sigrid asked cautiously.
"You must not believe what Gold Crawler says! Their chief, like a silvery viper, is full of highly poisonous pus in his sweet words!"
Looking at the other side to continue his work, Black Fang Momochi put all his strength together and spoke incessantly.
"Toria is in fear! She fears that Poison Bite, Wind Howl, and Tasmar will unite and rebel against her rule! To her clan, causing unbearable damage! That's why the bitch is here saying nice things to paralyze you! Once Wind Howl is drowned by the ocean of gold, you will be next! Do you understand?"
"It's kind of interesting, keep talking."
The melancholy centaur with unhappiness written all over her face, fished out a piece of cloth soaked in a yellowish liquid from a wooden basin and covered her mouth and nose with a deadly mask, the ends of the cloth, then tied firmly to the back of her head, and then she put on a metal helmet. A drop of unknown water, along with the damp cloth, drip, drip, drip, fall to the ground.
"In the rush of time, I have temporarily recalled one hundred and thirty-three horses, enough to take one for a hundred executioners! Let's unite to break out and rescue the soldiers of Wind Howl, and we'll all kill our way out of the city! Let's go to the north! There is still a castle in the north, and a powerful clan that can resist the fronts of the Golden Crawler!"
"Good idea." The other poisonous biters and horses, one after another, grabbed cloths soaked in yellow liquid from the large basin and covered their mouths and noses.
"Did you ------ agree?"
Sigrid raised her eyebrows, not expecting the man to agree so easily, and could not help but be a little surprised.
"Why not? The moment those bling guys grabbed my father and coerced my clan, they were declaring war on the whole poison bite!"
For the first time, the gloomy centaur showed her anger as she pointed to the remaining cloth in the wooden tub. Speaking to the black fangs, she said.
"There are still some left here, take them and cover your mouth and nose carefully, this stuff can neutralize the toxicity and let you barely fight for two or three hours, in the toxic fog."
"Toxic fog? What poisonous fog?"
Sigrid cocked her head in disbelief.
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"Little doll, are you interested, listen to the old man I tell a story?"
On the other side, looking at the poisonous bite house which fell into dead silence, and the chattering golden crawler forbidden guards, Sogros felt a little bored.
"Say, chief of the poisonous bite."
Toriya said unconcerned. Weapons and armor, spellcasting materials are confiscated, forgive him, he can not turn over the sky.
"I would like to tell you about the origin of our clan. Since the ancient kingdom was split and overthrown, the ancestors of Poison Bite, pursued by their enemies, were forced to flee to the east, and ah, they came to a horrible desert. It was a hell on earth.
During the day, the terrifying red sun, will descend a sky of blazing flames, crazy burning billions of sand and gravel. At night, the dead white moon, and blowing up the bone chilling wind. Desperately tearing the flesh and blood leather. There is simply a forbidden zone of life!"
"So the poisons you breed are all found from that desert?" Toriya came slightly interested.
"That's right, the only meat to be found there were hideous, horrible poisonous insects, and grim, ugly crawling creatures. We survived the first few years by devouring those poisonous creatures."
Chief Poison Bite spoke indifferently.
"In order to escape the enemy, we all spent a whole century in the middle of that hell, in order to survive, we do anything and everything! Within the clan, there is an extremely cruel tradition: when a horse and man. When the clan's continuity is hindered, whether he is a slave, or chief. All warriors, are obliged to end his life immediately."
"Sh------" the silver pupils of the God's Chosen Descendant began to tremble slightly as she understood the other party's meaning, but it was too late.
Inside the house, two long, majestic trumpet blasts came in succession. While the two were talking, the Poison Bite men and horses had already finished preparing for battle.
With the trombone of war, a closed window door, was suddenly pushed open. Countless poisonous biting warriors, covered by wet cloths, covered their mouths and noses, threw bags of bulging stomach pouches at the golden masks outside the windows, and the dark green irregular particles inside, the moment they touched the air, immediately emitted a creepy shrill! Vaporized into a cloud of dark green steam, will all, covered in a dark green poisonous fog!
Covered by the poisonous fog, the golden army let out a burst of miserable screams! The poisonous gas blew under the sea breeze, seeped into their metal armor, making the forbidden army breathe hard one by one, and their throats were like being burned by a blazing flame! The retinas were covered with dense and hideous blood!
"Charge!!!"
After confirming that the poison cloud had enveloped the entire street, thousands of Poison Bite warriors who were covered by cloths, covering their mouths and noses, poured out of the closed gate like a tidal wave. They let out a dull battle cry, wielding their spears and blades, and rushed towards the God's Chosen Descendants who were caught off guard!
As a high-ranking druid, Toriya was immune to any toxins. However, she was surprised to find: out of the hundred poetic dead that Piana brought, there were more than fifty of them, who, like her, were unharmed in the horrible poisonous mist.
Chief Golden Crawler, staring dead at those charmed to the bone bards - they breathe intoxicatingly around the poisonous gas, rounded pupils, as if pulled by a pair of invisible hands, then the more elongated, sharp. It is like the vertical pupil of a viper.
"Every clan, there are little secrets. My king."
Piana stretched out a slender index finger, erected between her bewitching red lips, to the God's Chosen Descendants, and made a gesture of silence. Her ** skin, covered by a large dazzling tattoo. When some flesh and blood, transformed into solid scales, it is almost impossible to be noticed by outsiders.
"Let my poetic dead, for your enthronement, offer the first song written by blood and severe poison!"
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Chapter 185: Passing on the Salute
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The dark green poisonous clouds, which are filled with the smell of death, are like a tidal wave, and like a monstrous wave, instantly engulfing a tall house, occupying a spacious street, and the thick poisonous fog that keeps churning is like the laughter of the god of death, hissing in everyone's ears.
Without the slightest antibodies to toxicity armored riders, one breathing faster, heartbeat disorder, stomach as if into a live rabbit, where the tumbling! Without any protection from the hand of the chief of the poisonous bite, also in the envelope of the poisonous fog, tears, he painfully bent down the limbs, coughing out a puddle of shocking blood.
"Little girl! I have lived for seventy to eighty years, and as chief, I have led the clan through sixty-seven cold winters! What blessings have I not enjoyed? What hardships have I not suffered? Death is a relief to me! You're worthy of being my daughter, using the most terrible poisonous mist! For the sake of the continuation of the clan, I will take all your elites and bury them together!"
Sogrossi strongly braced his weakened body and let out a mad mockery to the God's chosen descendants behind him who were blushing.
"Well done! The clan is entrusted to ------"
"Closed ------ cough! Cough! Shut up! Old thing!"
The Golden Crawler Forbidden Guard wielded his spear shaft and swept a sweeping blow, knocking the Poison Bite Chief, whose immune system had almost completely failed due to aging, to the ground. They were now in tears, incomparably weak, and every breath they took triggered excruciating pain that tore their hearts out!
However, these people are worthy of the name [Golden Crawl Forbidden Guard]. None of the golden masks, put down the weapons shields in their hands, facing the whistling poison bite soldiers, they still braced their weak bodies, hiding behind a wide kite shield, with wet and blurred vision, trying to identify the enemy's figure and set up a golden spear.
"Kill out! Don't tangle more here!"
Through the damp cloth, Sigrid's voice, turned very raspy and low.
But Poison Bite paid no heed to the cries of this ally, their eyes, filled with hatred and anger, all gazing in Toria's direction! The soldiers let out a ghastly battle cry and formed a sharp wedge formation, raising their lances and spears, under the cover of a rain of arrows and in the shroud of the poisonous cloud. The charge of death was launched!
"Protect the chief! Protect ------ cough! Protect the Chosen Descendants of God!"
The dizzy golden masks, there is no way to bend the bow to aim, they had to retreat to the interior of the alley, relying on the terrain, forming a thick and neat shield wall.
Accompanied by a burst of muffled thunder like the sound of horses' hooves, a slender feathered vector, striking brilliant sparks on the armor, a sharp spear, flashing a sharp cold light!
The armor coverage rate of the Jin Craw soldiers was already frighteningly high, and these forbidden soldiers, moreover, were the elite of the elite. Everyone was wearing full body chain armor and flexible leather armor. The left chest was strapped with a pocket shield forged of pure iron, and a turban of locking armor, woven by countless iron rings, fell from the top of the head to the chest. The shoulders and neck were protected tightly, and a metal mask was worn on the face, with only the nostrils and eyes, exposed in the air.
The same large monsters weighing a ton, the short-distance charge in the street could not exert its full power to shake the walls forged of flesh and metal and cut through the line of golden crawlers. A sharp spear, accompanied by a low battle cry, rushed out of the dense poison cloud, only to be stifled by the oncoming shockwave that stifled the charge, and even knocked backwards! Some of the captain-level forbidden soldiers carried a bronze cast ram's head ring on their fingers.
Without the advantage of charging, the Poison Bite army still waved the great banner of the poisonous snake with its tail, and engaged in close combat with the weakened forbidden army. Their spears and sharp swords cut a brilliant spark on the surface of the metal armor, and shields. Even if these elites of the Golden Crawler were hit by the horrible poison, the poison bites could hardly break their armor and cause decisive damage.
And these experts in the use of poison, only about a tenth of their number, cloaked in a half-dozen sturdy iron armors, instead, in the melee at close range, by a golden spear, poking the blood dripping.
Some armored poison bite nobles, led by the eldest daughter of Sogros, launched three terrifying charges, and were repulsed three more times by the enemy with beatings. The corpses of both sides were spread over the whole street. After she was forced back for the third time by the siege rings and spears of the forbidden army, the Poison Bite chief at the end of her vision, had slumped in a pool of blood and completely stopped twitching.
"Take the advice of those blood rage soldiers and retreat! Chief! The poisonous fog is starting to dissipate, don't die here for nothing!"
The poison bite veteran grabbed Poutresse's shoulder in a death grip. Began to address the eldest daughter of Sogros, as the new [Chief].
"Yes, let's go! This hatred, Blood Rage will definitely pay for you! Hell, your house's poisonous fog is so terrifying that our vipers are dying and can't join the battle at all. In case the Golden Crawler army scattered all over the city returns to help, we all can't leave completely!"
"But I didn't think about killing my father! That wasn't my plan! That was not my plan! I thought that the poisonous fog would break up the Golden Crawl's formation and I could lead the men to get him back in the first place! I didn't think about killing him! I didn't think about killing him!"
The somber and silent Putreus choked back tears, the sin of having killed her father with her own hands, leaving the strong warrior in a state of great grief and self-blame. She looked helplessly at the black-fanged Hyakuto, and her once somber and calm eyes were filled with self-reproach and uncertainty.
Sigrid sighed as she gently embraced the other's blood-stained body, comforting the new chief who was in so much pain.
"I swear to you, the Blood Fury Clan, will make the bastards of the Golden Crawler, pay in blood. Think about it! Chief Sogros' death is for nothing! Do not let his sacrifice be in vain! Now, you are the chief of Poison Bite! You carry the lives of all your people on your shoulders! Believe me, this burden, once upon a time, fell on my shoulders as well. We must grit our teeth and move forward! Let the clan, which our ancestors have given their life's work and painstakingly managed, become more prosperous and rich, only then can we console their souls that are far away."
Listening to Sigrid's sad words, the bloodied Putreus stopped crying, and in silence she drew her dagger and slashed across her cheek, letting the blood gurgle down instead of her tears. She returned to that gloomy state of silence and blew two sharp, mournful, short trumpets in quick succession, representing retreat.
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Under the sworn protection of the forbidden army, half of the poetic dead who ignored the toxins, plucked a fine flute and an elegant harp. Playing a spellbinding and beautiful song. Suppressing the toxins in their companions.
Along with a mass of vibrant emerald green light, more and more poet-dead, stopped their painful low coughs, and the severe poison that was inhaled into their bodies, was temporarily suppressed by magic. They struggled to rise from the ground, plucked out their exquisite musical instruments and joined the magnificent chorus.
When all the poets had recovered their strength, the bards, along with the chosen descendants of the gods, who were archdruids, began to suppress the toxins of the forbidden troops, and in a short while, the spellcasters' second-ring spell bits were all consumed, and in their place, an elite force of one hundred and seventy-five forbidden troops, and one hundred bards.
"The poisonous fog is starting to dissipate, those little brats are running away! Cut, originally wanted to use this old thing's corpse as bait to trick more poisonous bites into coming to their deaths. Looks like the other side has learned to be smart. Charge! Get them! You guys! Go inform the nearby generals and tell them to charge the north gate with their soldiers and hold firmly there, not to let any of the rebels escape!"
The pupils of the God-chosen descendant, emitting endless killing intent, she grabbed a bull's horn adorned with gold and precious stones, letting the long, majestic sound of a lilting, majestic chorus resound through the clouds.
"Woo-oo-oo-"
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