Chapter 191: The storm is coming
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The first thing to do is to secure the internal affairs. After the smoke, the Supreme King maintained the stability of the city, as well as the surrounding area, while accumulating supplies, ready to thunder, conquer the northern blood fury, while the wolves are still licking their wounds in the dark, the car body unified the kingdom of the centaurs.
Hundreds and thousands of Jin Crawler soldiers, wearing blood-stained armor, escorted pack animals loaded with grain and provisions. At various important locations, they assembled at a rapid pace. The dense spears were lined up into a forest of steel, and the gorgeous flags were linked into a cloud of gold.
Toria carefully calculated that if she gave up the defense and poured out her nest, in addition to the 1,000 iron-armor-clad forbidden troops, she could pull out 4,000 gold-treaded soldiers in Roman lockets, Oriental scale armor, or heavy steppe armor, and 5,000 lightly armored centaur herders. The armor rate of the army was as high as 50%.
In addition, there were forty-three druids equipped with various magical wonders soaring in the blue sky.
Gorel of the Grey Mane, sitting on a thousand trained and heavily armored charge riders, almost the sharpest spears in the kingdom. In addition to that, there are more than three thousand ordinary herdsmen to assist in the battle. After the bloody battle at the northern gate, it also has twelve powerful druids.
Abhors of the Dead Bones, after defeating Sacred Fire, absorbed a large number of surrendered soldiers. The size of the clan expanded to more than a thousand. However, the most frightening thing is that, as the high priest, he commanded two hundred war druids proficient in magic, and the number of druid apprentices was exaggerated beyond estimation.
Piana, the chief of the poet dead, commanded three hundred bards, scattered in all parts of the army. Like the banner-bearers and military musicians of the Roman legions, they raised the battle strength and morale of all.
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While the Supreme King was preparing for the war, the Tasmar clan was in turmoil. The news of Chief An Ran's house arrest and Toriya's sweet words spread like a gale throughout the clan, causing a large number of heavily armed troops to throw in the towel.
The disagreeing nobles engaged in a heated debate, and some of those who had long been corrupted and drawn in were willing to surrender. They were willing to submit to the rule of the Supreme King. More nobles, however, tried to gather their entire clan's elite to take Golden Crawler by surprise and save the chief from the enemy. Others wanted to follow the example of Poison Bite and give up the chief and the territory, fleeing immediately and staying in the green hills.
However, before the outcome of this scattered discussion, a vast golden ocean surrounded the territory of Tasmar, a team of terrifying golden masks, directly raided the meeting site, like a sharp sharp knife, straight into the heart.
Except for the traitorous spies, with the centaur nobles who were willing to surrender, the top brass of Tasmar were slaughtered. The two thousand centaurs who did not know the truth, along with countless goblins, half-elves and other servant armies, fell to their knees under the hooves of the Supreme King.
"Count the number of alien troops in Tasmaal, and prepare two days' worth of food for them - no need to prepare more than that, let those two-legged creatures, as cannon fodder, go to their deaths first when the war starts."
Seeing that the big picture was settled, Toria finally relaxed, and now, all she wanted to do was return to her golden bedchamber and get a good night's sleep. But - one of her staunchest allies: the flamboyant Piana, gently twisting her alluring waist, came towards herself with a sad face.
"Just now my men, sent me a wind communication spell: Christian failed, your forbidden army failed to defeat Pinehurst, that white horse with the help of the portal, instantly killed back to Skerritt's Yew, destroyed our plot, all the spies were killed, only the dwarf escaped alone.
By the way, they have two high-ranking spell casters who can use this spell to shift four horses and men instantly. Take more people around and be careful, I'm afraid they'll throw their weight around and play a decapitation operation."
"From the moment Gurvia fell in battle, I predicted the dwarf's defeat... What happened to the Thunder Spear clan? Is Sandra still alive?"
Toriya frowned slightly.
"The poet dead in the north, did not pass on more information to me."
Piana bowed slightly, avoiding looking directly at the Supreme King, the silver eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. She concealed some unspeakable content: when the poetic dead of the north, after rendezvousing with Christian, they immediately examined the latter, a series of suggestive, confusing control, enchantment spells still in effect, the other party is still in the middle of their own play.
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Skerritt's Yew
The situation of the Thunder Spear clan, extremely bad, not much better than Tasmar.
However, Blood Fury and Black Fang's expeditionary force has not yet returned, the city's garrison has experienced a civil war, and Christina has not yet awakened, the pale centaur's army is stretched to the limit, there are simply not enough troops to go to war with Thunder Spear's three thousand men.
At least until the return of the expeditionary force, Blood Fury could not lay a deadly hand on Thunder Spear. And Sandra's eldest daughter, also afraid of those black fanged maniacs, directly kill the hostages, so the two sides gradually formed a deadlocked deadlock.
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"Brothers and sisters. Take advantage of the fact that the opposing army has not returned. Let's abandon this castle, abandon all livestock, provisions. Take two days' worth of food and all go south to rendezvous with the Supreme King."
Sandra's eldest daughter: Wright. The high ranking nobles, along with the ten Thunder Spear Centurions who were in charge of the army, were all assembled within the tent of the council, and explained their strategic plan in a lively voice.
The chief was imprisoned, and she has become the de facto leader of the Thunder Spear clan - however, Sandra has reorganized the entire clan, following the Pinehurst domicile system. The competition for officers was based solely on individual bravery. This resulted in five out of ten Thunder Spear centurions with pitch black fangs.
"There's no point in spending any more time here. When the Pale Centaur's expeditionary force returns, we will be completely finished! Retreat now and join forces with the Supreme King, at that time, the situation will be completely reversed.
Think about it, four or five times the number of troops crushing, plus the dead bones, the poet dead, hundreds of spell casting troops. No matter how powerful that white horse is, it can only meekly surrender in despair and respectfully release my mother, your chief."
"Wait! What if the pale horse, chooses to fish to death. What if he and Toria fight to the death? Sister?"
Sandra's second son: Lego. Frowned tightly. Staring dead into Wright's beautiful hazel eyes.
Ray spear is a relatively rigid, old-fashioned matriarchal clan, the mother's business female inheritance, sister end sister and. Unless the family died out, the position of chief, it is possible to turn to the male members of the head.
"What if, when the time comes, the Peinhus of the Blood Rage Clan, choose to kill our mother with jade and stone, and fight the Golden Crawler until the last drop of blood is drained? Do their wildly shouting soundly fighting barbarian soldiers, fearless, and to the death, blood rage, look like they will surrender?"
Lego stood up from the sheepskin carpet and took a step in the direction of his sister. His rough right hand, slowly behind his back, calloused fingers, quietly reached into a beast skin backpack, clutching a roll of blue glowing arcane scrolls: an arcane scrolls by the High Elves, copied overnight, Pinehurst, personally delivered.
"Ah, yes, that's what you wanted! Isn't it? Gold Crawler leading a huge army to press in and force the pale horse to kill our mother in despair! That way, you, are the new chief of Thunder Spear!"
"What a load of nonsense!!!"
Wright also stood up angrily and looked angrily at his half-brother, who was three years younger than himself.
"You mocked my plan? Hmm? Fine, my stupid brother! You come up with a better decision! Come up with a way to save Mother! Hmph!!!"
"If you ask me, that bitch Toria is not to be trusted! She's the one who said she would form a council and that all the tribes would be equal! She's the one who ordered all the chiefs to kneel and worship when she became the king! If this goes on, your positions will be taken by some inexplicable gold crawlers! The Thunder Spear Clan will become a pawn in that bitch's hands!"
Lego looked around at the nobles, the hundreds, and the generous speeches.
"Wake up! Brothers and sisters! If we pledge our allegiance to the Golden Crawler, then the Thunder Spear Clan, which our ancestors have worked so hard for, will perish at our hands! Are you willing to be annexed by the Golden Crawler? We are born free, how can we be slaves!"
Listening to the words of the chief's second son, a large number of people and horses were deeply impressed and nodded their heads uncontrollably. They crossed their ears and talked a lot. The whole tent was like a boiling frying pan, noisy to the extreme.
The hundred men who held heavy armies were afraid of losing their hard-won military power, while the nobles who held large numbers of livestock were unwilling to abandon their families and properties and follow Wright south to join the army of the Supreme King.
"Let's stop for a moment and listen to me, everyone."
Lego took advantage of the situation, he contemptuously glanced at his half-sister, admired the other party's increasingly dark face, and inwardly, became more and more complacent. He ignored the nobles and opened his arms to the hundreds of
"Brothers and sisters! We should join the camp of Peinhus and make a covenant with Clan Bloodrage! Just by imitating his laws, let our clan, become more and more powerful. The guys who relied on bribes and became the head of the clan have fallen, and the strong ones who have the ability to do so have taken high positions in the army - ask yourselves, all of you who are here, who are the ones who have qualified you to sit here today and decide the fate of the Thunder Spear clan?"
The black fangs do not deny it. Thunder Spear Centurion. On the other hand, they nodded gratefully. They were, at one time, all just ordinary soldiers, being called around by the nobles and headmen beside them. However, since Sandra learned the laws of blood rage, almost all of the officers, were soldiers who originated from the grassroots and were brave enough to fight.
With the corner of his eye, Lego glanced at the nobleman whose face was equally ugly. Continuing with his speech.
"Blood rage, thunder spear. Side by side, together with the Gothic water army in the harbor, we also have a five-digit army! Those two-legged beast caster troops, too, number in the hundreds! Plus the stone walls of Skerritt, enough to separate from the army of that mare! The status of all of you, your possessions, will not be shaken in any way - think about it, it's easy to add flowers to the cake. It's hard to give snow in the snow.
What can we gain by joining them when the Golden Crawl is singing high and advancing? What can we gain by joining them at a time when Blood Rage is in the most critical situation? Moreover, by joining Blood Rage, the chief will be able to return safely and unscathed!"
"Are you crazy! Lego?! You're dragging the entire clan into the abyss of death! We only have 6,000 men and horses at best combined. A Gothic water army? You call those two-legged slaves, an [army] equal in men and horses?"
Wright has stopped referring to the people in front of him. Called his brothers. Sandra's eldest daughter, angrily drew the long sword at her waist, and several members of the historic nobility, and a black-fanged centurion with a grim and ghastly smile, also stood beside her, drawing the sharp blade at her waist.
However, all the remaining centurions in charge of the army, under the compulsion of Lego's words, steadfastly stood beside the second son of the chief, and drew the long swords at their waists, and went toe-to-toe with Wright. In a flash, the sound of crisp metal clashing resounded through the clouds!
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"It's OK, that kid Lego doesn't look good, but he says one thing, he's too provocative, if I were a Thunder Spear Centurion, I'd hang out with him too."
Henneville monitored the changes in the tent of the Thunder Spear. She was overwhelmed with praise for the outstanding performance of Sandra's second son. Suddenly, she noticed the fact that her powerful centaur student, upon hearing his words of praise, gave a smug smile. Like an apprentice who has been praised by his teacher.
"Ah - everything that little Thunder Spear brat said, he learned from you, didn't he?"
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Chapter 192: Thunder Spear's Civil War
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Under the compulsion and incitement of Pinehurst, the Thunder Spear clan, without the need for blood rage, broke out a new round of civil war. However, only half of the nobles supported the rule of the Wright and Gold Crawlers. And almost all of the hundreds who really held the army stood by Lego's side.
The only war leader willing to follow Sandra's eldest daughter, or the Black Fang, a spy who has been lurking for a long time. The outcome of this infighting was predetermined from the start.
"Kill these traitors! Leave no one alive!"
Wright waved his metal blade without mercy, slashing heavily at his half-brother. Most of the generals were on Lego's side. Once they were allowed to come out of the tent and assemble their army, they would have no chance of winning themselves, and the best way to do that was to let the scarlet blood that coated this clean white tent.
"Hundreds! You saw it! My sister doesn't even want to save her mother! Instead, she wants to abandon our revered chief and go south to lick the hooves of the golden crawlers! Who is the traitor! Don't you all have an answer in your hearts? Tell me! What did Toria give you? What did Toria give you to betray the whole clan?
"That's my turn to ask you! Mother has always stood by the side of the Golden Crawler, and I am only fulfilling the promise she made. What kind of promise did Pinehurst make to you that you would willingly take the entire clan, to death?"
Wright's hazel pupils, crawling with countless strips of hideous blood, the sharp blades in his hands, like a violent storm swung to the Lego in front of him, but was stopped one by one by the other, the sound of metal collisions accompanied by a series of dazzling sparks, in the interior of the tent back and forth sound.
Sandra's second son raised a large shield with a high surface layer of iron, barely blocking his sister's frantic attack, his right hand, but with a speed that the naked eye could not capture, pulled out the scrolls inside the bag.
In a flash, countless arcane chains emitting blue light, like thirteen hideous vipers, writhing, spinning and twisting in the air, trapping Wright's six limbs to death, making her unable to move any more!
"Pfft."
Lego easily snatched the sharp blade from his sister's hand, the blade reversed, and cut a bloody cleft above her swan-like slender white neck.
"You want to know what Pinehurst promised me? Before you die, I will grant your wish."
Thunder spear second son, slowly close to his sister's ear, in a voice imperceptible to outsiders, said softly.
"He promised me everything that the Thunder Spear clan had."
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Thanks to Leimao's highly militarized social system, thousands of soldiers, like tireless machines, moved swiftly away under the orders of the Hundredth Household, and it took Lego only one night to clean out his own sister's party. With the support of five black fang centurions, he seized the leadership of the clan. To the Blood Fury Clan, he offered his loyalty.
The nobles, horrified by his blood-stained butcher's knife, hid in the corners of the tent, shivering.
As for the thunder spear warriors? They fought side by side with the Blood Rage barbarians in the mountains of blood, patrolled all night in the fortified fortress, and drank in the carnival feast, and they had a good personal relationship. They have no objection to Lego's decision, and even quietly breathe a long sigh of relief that they don't have to go to war with the blood rage barbarians, who have been friends for a long time.
The next day, as a symbol of friendship, the shackled Chief Sandra, by Peinhers, personally sent to Lego's side. Hearing about the same room last night, the painful loss of his beloved daughter, Chief Lehigh Spear, white head overnight, angry at his second son, hatred of the teeth.
But before she could strike, a dozen black-robed horses armed with sharp blades immediately swarmed her, shouting the name of the chosen descendants of God! The chaotic swords killed the weakened Chief Sandra, severely wounded his second son, and even scratched Painehus' arm!
The blood rage and thunder spear soldiers, who were enraged to the extreme, immediately surrounded the assassin and slaughtered him. The druid also pulled Lego back from the brink of death. Let him lie on top of his mother's corpse and lose his voice and cry.
Soldiers examined the bodies of the assassins, these people did not wear gold jewelry, but the mouth, nose. Ear, all have tiny holes, apparently often wearing expensive jewelry, some of them in the arms, and even retrieved a letter printed with a golden horseshoe - who is the killer behind the scenes, there is no need to say.
"Toriya, Toriya! Toria!!!"
Lego cried out among the corpses of his mother. He ignored the bloody wounds that had just healed, struggling to get up from the ground, raised Sandra's sword high in the air and wailed!
"Brothers and sisters of the Thunder Spear! The Golden Crawler corrupted my sister! Killed my mother! Their chief, who will do anything to get what he wants! Finding it impossible to control our armies, she tried to eliminate the clan leaders and leave us without a leader! She killed my entire family!"
Lego was in tears. Just healed wounds, because too much excitement, once again crumbled open, crimson blood gurgling out.
"I swear, I will kill every golden crawler within sight! I swear that I will cut off Toria's head and place him at the grave of his mother and sister as a final sacrifice! I swear that I will make the chosen descendants of God, blood! Debt! Blood! Pay!"
"Blood for blood! Blood for blood! Blood for blood!!!"
Thunder Spear warriors, immediately infected by Lego, that very inflammatory speech, a righteous anger, can not wait to immediately go to war with the Supreme King, kill a few gold crawlers, for the chief of revenge. So, Sandra's only surviving son, logically crowned as the new chief of the Thunder Spear, and blood fury as a brother, the army and horses, ready to revenge for his mother.
The Yew of Skerritt, the sacred fortress, was finally under the full control of Peinhus.
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"Are you really a centaur? My dear student? The way you play with intrigue is not at all like the monster barbarians, but rather as creepy as in the Senate, those abominable old things."
"Hey hey. Dear teacher, don't just accuse people ah, no evidence, don't talk nonsense, I am innocent."
Pinehurst put on a parting innocent look. Receiving divine healing from a few goth girls.
"You see, the person who killed Sandra was the assassin of the golden track. The man who killed Wright was her own brother. And the leader who carried out the cleansing plan was the new chief of the Thunder Spears: Lego Thunder Spears.
The whole thing started and ended as an internal conflict of their clan, a political struggle between Sandra's two children. Not a single thing to do with me, and Sandra's death, but even more so the Golden Crawler assassin, I am innocent, did not do anything. Only, ha, my luck is really good, without spending a single soldier, the powerful Thunder Spear clan, stood by my side, and fought alongside Blood Wrath.
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Chapter 193: Gothic Navy
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With the passage of time, the expeditionary army of Bloodrage rejoined the fortress. And the allied army of Poison Bite, Black Fang and Wind Howl arrived at Skerritt's Yew in a dark and windy moonlit night, in a wretched state.
Hearing this news, the sleeping Pinehurst, not even dressed, casually draped a piece of animal skin, personally went to the south gate of the castle, to meet the heavy casualties of the army, while ordering the cook to cook up a pot of fresh meat soup, warm a pot of delicious milk wine, to entertain these wounded visitors.
While the Supreme King was raising provisions and preparing his army for war, Pinehurst was also ready to go.
The entire army of the Blood Fury Clan mobilized. Hundreds of soon-to-be adult ponies also wielded longbows made by fallen hammer craftsmen, fighting for the survival of the clan. These children stood in the back row to provide arrow cover for the adult warriors. In addition to the original eleven hundred, four new battle sequences were assembled, and the eyes of the three thousand barbarian soldiers shone with anger.
Blood rage full cloak rate of up to 30%, Pinehurst's own soldiers, almost half of them in chain armor. Caen the two hundred clad in full body lock armor, wielding a long halberd heavy armor fearless, but also all the enemies, for the cold.
After getting rid of the damned council, the black fangs stepped out of the shelter of the blood rage feathers and stood back on top of the stage, the black flag of terror, once again, on the tall walls.
Although they lost some men, they also recovered the spies of Thunder Spear, Poison Bite, and many other clans, and increased in size instead of decreasing. It was refined into four hundreds, led by Chief Sigrid, Chief Executioner Salea, Forbidden Guard Kilawal, and the leader of the forbidden army who killed the golden crawler, Logan whose status was rapidly rising. Eight hundred lacquered gendarmes ground their teeth and sucked blood, ready to gnaw on the flesh and blood of the enemy.
The Thunder Spear warriors Sandra brought out were almost completely wiped out. However, there were also two thousand well-trained elite warriors remaining. They were ordered to do what they were told and were filled with rage. The newly promoted Chief Lego, flying the banner of revenge, stirred up the anger within all the members, ready to make the Golden Crawler pay in blood.
The poison bite army that escaped also still has 1,200 remaining soldiers. are receiving treatment from Gothic priests. Putreus formally allied with Peinhus. The chief was killed in action, members died horribly and left their homes ------ Their hatred for the Golden Crawler is far above that of the Thunder Spear.
Two hundred warlocks of the Wind Howl clan, after a good night's sleep, replenished their depleted spell positions, and the Pale Centaur promised Wind Howl's independence in exchange for Orakil's aid.
Seven thousand centaur soldiers, two hundred storm warlocks, sixty hill giants, five hundred goth priests, four thousand five hundred human civilians with low combat power, and hundreds of fishing boats, large and small, and countless goblin slaves. This is all the resources that Blood Rage can use.
Toria's army was more than twice as large as his. On every level, it had an overwhelming advantage.
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Payne Hess let out a long sigh, forcing a smile in front of the soldiers, putting on a confident face, maintaining the morale of the allied troops, but deep inside, almost crushed by a great despair. Not enough, these soldiers combined, not even as strong as the Golden Crawlers. And beside Toria, there were reinforcements from several clans.
"Do not look at me, Lord Chief. Pentecapone has no room to spare, to provide more warriors, we are left to fend for ourselves, and were it not for that verbal agreement, I would have returned to the city, to garrison my sacred homeland in a sea of greenskins."
**Shifu Chaoge sipped down a glass of milk wine sullenly. Hell, when had Gredinian, when had so many men and horses appeared? He thought that Blood Rage was already all the monsters, and that the rebellion in the south was just a trivial skirmish. After all, Gurvia had only brought five hundred men with her and managed to mess with the elf's judgment.
So, he agreed to the request of his allies, willing to assist them in winning the civil war. And then brought blood rage to support the lair - but the **master found that he was pitted by Peinhers, and that the Southerners were more than twice the size of the North!
"And don't look at me, I'm not obligated to fight this war with you, chief of blood rage. I'll help you destroy those golden guys, and you give me the location of the green dragon, as we agreed. I'll fix my soldiers and immediately march west."
Beast Onado casually grabbed an edible Scrooge, the red lump of flesh, scared woop, frantically stomping two muscular thighs, trying to get rid of the green skin's grip. However, its futile resistance, was completely suppressed by the orc chief, hard into the mouth of the bipedal flying dragon. With a gruesome sound effect of tearing flesh and blood, completely silent.
"Don't worry, dear chief, we'll win." Christina tenderly patted her shoulder. However, her beautiful face also revealed a deep exhaustion.
"Wait - why do you call me chief?"
For several days, Pinehurst, who was so busy and dizzy that he hardly had any time to rest, finally responded. Surprised, he asked.
"That bard defeated Christina, and chief you defeated the black dwarf, according to tradition, you are now the new chief of blood rage ah."
The healed Curonian, frantically planing the wood, trying to make more feathered yarns before the war came. After hearing the pale centaur's query, the marauding centurion, stopping what he was doing, looked up and spoke suspiciously, as if the other party had asked an extremely stupid question.
"Anyway, a few months ago, it was the two of us running the clan together, and a little further back in time, you were almost replacing the injured me, running all the power. It doesn't matter who the nominal chief is."
Christina shrugged indifferently and looked a little downcast. Rouge-colored petite body, intimate rubbing the pale coat. Delicate chin, gently pressed on the back shoulder of the warlock, sulking.
"Besides, I couldn't even take care of my own twin sister, almost made the clan split into two factions and went to ruin in a civil war, I'm not competent as a chief at all, if my mother was still alive, she would have reprimanded me severely."
"Will this have a feeling of admiration ------ Forget it, it's not the first time.
The pale centaur rolled his eyes and comforted his dwarf.
"Don't blame yourself, it's not your responsibility that Christian fell into the trap of the poetic dead. She knew my spell list like the back of her hand and saw right through the glittering dust that was simulated by the Phantom Shadow spell.
And so. In order to break her invisibility, I unleashed a torrent of arcane spells of contact magic: by golly, in addition to invisibility, at least four spells were applied to her, and with a level of tedious complexity never seen before."
Painehurst comforted the men and horses behind him. Suddenly, a fierce wind blew from the south, hard to change the prevailing westerly wind of spring. The few people in the do, keenly felt the change in the direction of the wind. They looked to the south with vigilance: a voice wrapped inside the wind of arcana, full of guilt, quietly brushed the ears of all.
"Tolya poured out 17,000 men and horses, as well as uncountable goblins, slaves, and straight to the north."
"Tsk, 17,000, 17,000! She mobilized Diodosia, and all the warriors of Iron Peak Fortress! Didn't want to give us any chance with time to react?"
Painehurst had a splitting headache.
"Respected elven mage, I know your difficulties, if you can't provide soldiers, give a few double-decker oar sailing ships, it's always okay, right?"
"One could say yes, those orcs don't have a navy anyway. But what do you need a ship for? As far as I know, centaurs don't have a tradition of naval warfare."
Chao Ge took a leisurely sip of milk wine and spoke with some confusion.
"Yeah, the navy, the only advantage I have over Toria is a 5,000-man Gothic navy, and a few hundred fishing boats."
The pale centaur gave a bitter smile.
"It is really unexpected that my once most fearsome enemy is now, the only straw that saves my life."
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Chapter 194: The black star of the eight mangles
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Beast Onado could not resist the temptation to conquer a dragon, and the greenskins were never any patient creatures. They spent a day recuperating near the fortress, and the whole tribe continued westward, toward the sylvan flowers of Mortarion.
Peinhus was very helpless. However, Toria's army had already departed from the south, and the vanguard might arrive at the Yew of Skerritt at any time. He could not possibly send a large number of elites to support the orcs in exchange for the other side's military assistance, even though his military strength was inferior.
First of all, not to mention the evil flame orcs can not win the green dragon, only that cunning guy, playing hide-and-seek in the forest, dragging a few days, then, this fortress is going to fly a big golden flag.
So, stick to the walls and hold inside the fort? At the same time send the Gothic Navy, carrying a few hundred black fangs, to frog-jump to the south of the peninsula to strike and harass the grain routes of the Golden Crawlers? 17,000 horses and men weighing a ton, the daily consumption of food and grass is an astronomical figure - normally fine, once the horses and men engage in strenuous exercise, they need to eat a lot, otherwise, they will fall into a state of weakness. This is something I know well.
However, this plan sounds wonderful, but it is difficult to achieve - their own men and horses are quite a lot. And the blood rage clan is still shallow roots, reserves of food, in exchange for gold, cast iron and sold most of them.
Poison bite these clans. Fleeing over, it is all alone, what livestock did not bring, these days all on their own to feed.
If you really burn the pastures and farmland to the ground, and stuff the livestock that can't get into the fortress all slaughtered ------ really consumed, you may not be able to occupy the advantage. If the Supreme King retreats to hold, then, in a few months, this coalition army, will directly starve to death in the north.
"So. Can only use this badge?"
Pinehurst lifted the animal skin, from the pocket sewn on the inside of the clothing, pulled out an extremely fine oak god emblem, the bottom of the emblem, is a tiny acorn, and a gigantic tree, from the inside of that small fruit, rose to the sky, more and more tall and lush.
Each leaf on the branch was carved vividly by the creator, as if it would gently sway its thin body along with the breeze. Every tiny meridian of hundreds of leaves was also carved with unparalleled clarity - even if the emblem was only the size of a human horse's hand.
Spending months of time, the image of the hero of the painstaking efforts to disappear, was seen by the centaur as the second sacred fire, the great liar, the great tyrant ------ pale centaur lazily want to use the consequences, first live to say.
Once used, almost all the men and horses can not act except themselves, at this time, they then lead a gothic priest, to cut off Toria's head, to deter the remaining army ------
"There is another way."
"Who!"
Pinehurst, like a frightened rabbit, jumped violently from the carpet, the sorcery crown shone with a faint ghostly pink light, a blue-colored arcane flood, with the warlock as the center of the burst out in all directions.
The pale centaur looked around the empty surroundings warily, surprised. The instantaneous release of the disarming magic actually did not produce any effect. Who, exactly, could approach himself unnoticed? Let this eerie and horrible sound, wriggling into their own ears?
"It looks like you've run into something that's bothering you. Perhaps, we can make a deal."
The gloomy words, which contained infinite malice, descended on Pinehurst's ears for the second time. The blood rage chief drew the weapon at his waist and swung his sword to slash, but he slashed an empty space. The voice was clearly ringing in his ears, but he could not touch any entity.
"The deity you believe in has long since fallen. Without his shelter, that badge, which is nothing but a puddle of stagnant water, contains divine power that has long been consumed by the sacred fire khaan, and cannot be used more than a few times."
"Who are you."
The pale centaur ignored the other's words and, sword in hand, looked around warily, trying to find the source of the sound.
"Just know that I can give you power that goes far beyond that divine emblem of oak."
"Why should I trust you? This badge, at least, can immobilize a large range of people and horses, so what can you, in turn, give me?"
Painehurst clutched the divine emblem in his hand and pretended to look uninterested.
"Everything."
The ghastly voice, a slight pause, and then, once again, came from afar. Suddenly, Pinehurst's eyes went black, and the scene around him changed rapidly, finally settling on a bloody battlefield. Tens of thousands of men and horses, with various banners, galloping on the vast grassland, and Horus's command, flashing thousands of blood, dense sea of bloodthirsty wolves, fighting to the death.
Is this inexplicable guy showing me a future scenario? In order to seize the position of the hegemony of the peninsula, the centaurs and werewolves, each occupying half of the territory, will definitely have a battle, a scenario that everyone can anticipate.
Blood Fury, Black Fang, Thunder Spear, Poison Bite, Wind Howl, these five clans, have long chosen to stand beside themselves. Seeing their soldiers and totems, the pale centaur. Not surprised in the slightest.
But the Golden Crawler, the Gray Mane, the Dead Bones, the Poetic Dead, and the Tasmal. Soldiers of five other clans, also holding their totems and banners aloft, fighting alongside themselves?
"Most High King, Most High King? Are you listening?"
Just as Peinhus was puzzled, a voice containing humiliation and frustration sounded quietly beside him. The pale centaur turned around to see the once exalted descendant of the chosen gods, trembling and bending his own slender front hooves, humiliatingly bending down to salute himself and obey his tactics.
Wait, the Supreme King? Torya, call me the Supreme King?
"I have shown you a fragment of the future. If, you insist on using this divine emblem, the Chief of the Golden Cushion, will bow down towards you under the restraint of this glimpse of divinity, and the ten clans, will achieve unity in your hands!
They feared the power of this badge and bowed down to you. Centuries later, the centaurs finally have a true leader. But ------"
An eerie, evil voice with a twist of words.
Suddenly, the surrounding scrolls jumped wildly once again, countless huge corpses of half-human and half-horse, piled up all over the grassland. The blood was like a crimson stream, converging and flowing towards the lowlands. The sky-shaking wolf howls obscured the roar of the remaining people and horses. Countless wolves trampled on the bodies of the men and horses and attacked the walls of Diodosia!
In the midst of this bloody hell, Pinehurst's eyes widened in horror. Under the blackmail of the divine emblem, Toria was forced to lead several chiefs, full of resentment, to fight the legendary wolf king, in a second fight to the death.
But this time, the giant pale green wolf no longer arrogantly met the enemy alone, and slaughtered the chiefs with the magical assistance of an old wolf and amidst the charming flute of several satyrs.
The torrent of arcane magic destroyed the wooden armor of gold and steel. The sharp claws of the wolf tore the God's Chosen Descendant alive into two halves.
Pinehurst looked around in shock at a routed defeat. Nearly two-thirds of the men and horses, who had simply succumbed to the rule of the divine emblem and had a deep grudge against themselves, saw that the situation was not right and routed. And his own emblem, against those werewolves, was useless.
A black wolf riding on top of a brown bear with a skyward braid let out a loud laugh, his right paw wielding a huge sharp blade, cutting off the head of a horse and man with force, and his left paw, grabbing the head like a waterfall of blood, beautiful, silky red hair, lifting her lifeless rouge head, high in the air.
"NO!!!"
Even in the illusion, even without seeing the face of the centaur, Pinehurst recognized her identity. But his own contained anger, desperate roar, merely revealed his position! The wolves were coming towards him, and the rebellious man, after a great defeat, was no longer surrounded by the protection of any clan members.
The cold blizzard fell from the sky, and the tentacles of the ghosts danced with their teeth and claws. Even in the face of several times the enemy, the crowned self, still fighting to the death.
However, there were simply too many wolves. With a blood-curdling roar, the pale green wolf king, who had dealt with his wounds, was like a huge lightning bolt, exploding in front of himself! The scene in front of his eyes suddenly rotated wildly away, and finally, fixed on a headless centaur, tall and godly handsome body above, crimson blood, running out along the wound of the neck, dyed the pale coat red.
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"Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo."
Pinehurst gasped for air and woke up from the illusion. Rapidly beating heart, almost popped out of his throat, dripping cold sweat, but also wet every hair on his body. This fantasy of the future was too realistic!
"If you want to see your future again, I can do the magic again."
An unintentional eerie sound, deadly around the pale centaur's body.
"Using this badge, you can rule the ten tribesmen, you can subdue the chosen descendants of God, you can be crowned king, but you do not have time to remove the resentment of those 17,000 tribesmen, against you. Even the allies who stand beside you will abandon you for your tyrannical actions. Your kingdom is like a flash in the pan, quickly withering in the claws of the wolves."
"But."
The voice of the unknown is like a sweet to greasy honey, full of endless temptation.
"If you accept my deal, I, for one, can change your destiny. Give me that glimpse of God** and I will show you what true power is."
Peinhers bowed his head in contemplation.
"If the future changes, can I still defeat Toria?"
"I don't know."
The distant voice was silent for a moment and spoke faintly.
"This divine emblem is an important node. It will trigger a series of drastic changes. If, for example, you give up this emblem and accept my blessing? Your future of conquering ten clans and being crowned as king will change. However, the future of the wolves dominating Gredinian, likewise, will also produce great changes.
But if you are unwilling to give up, then the picture I have just shown will surely happen sometime in the future."
"Give me the power first, and if I feel it is worthy, this divine emblem, it is yours."
Peinhers was silent for a while and finally chose to accept.
"Very well, deal."
Suddenly. An invisible force, a hand grabbed the left wrist of the centaur, suddenly up the arcane power, into a searing flame, instantly burning in the back of the warlock's left hand.
Pinehurst held back the pain without making a sound, and when the flames cleared, he looked carefully at the back of his left hand - pale skin, scorched black by the flames, leaving only a hideous, horrific abyssal mark: a right and left symmetrical, ghastly eight mangoes. Among them, there are two completely opposite pitch-black star awnings, flickering with a faint blue color.
"What is this? What's the use?"
Pinehurst asked in confusion as he endured the pain from the burning flames.
"Well, the priest's equivalent of the divine emblem, in your world, the priest by means of the divine emblem, prayer, borrowing the power of the gods in the magic network, cast a powerful divine magic.
And you, you can use this eight-manifold black star. Use a little bit of my power. Provided, of course, that you give me that medallion. With the divine power of this world, I can get through this damned crystal barrier and put a tiny tentacle, into it."
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"Henneville, Henneville!"
In the quiet darkness, Pinehurst excitedly pulled open the curtain of the teacher's tent, slender and godly handsome hoof, straddling the elfin maid lying on the ground, a rush to her side, incomparable excitement to say.
"Don't, don't disturb my sleep ------ servants, pull this insolent man down and whip him with hundreds of lashes. Hoo--"
The Draconic elf seemed to be in a dream world, back in her homeland in Egypt. She closed her eyes and let out a low, sleepy cry. The dark and soft skin, rubbing against the soft animal skin, gently turned over, exposing the smooth and delicate curve of her back, completely in front of Pinehurst's eyes.
Seeing that the other party was sleeping, the Blood Rage Chief stretched out his left hand, and the eight-armed black star on the back of his hand began to shine with an intimidating abyssal light.
This spell casting is very different from the past. Warlock's flesh and blood, contains a certain amount of arcane power, they will internal energy, into a thousand strange magic.
This time, however, he had to follow the magic network that built the world and search for energy sufficient to cast magic. As a result, the spell casting speed was greatly prolonged.
Suddenly, the pale centaur seemed to return to the moment when he first realized the arcane arts, countless bright stars that could not be observed by the naked eye, in the tent, in the grassland, in the middle of every corner of the world, one, one after the other, twinkling away.
The densely packed stars soon occupied the entire material universe. Countless thin lines emitting faint fluorescence seemed to follow some peculiar law, connecting a tiny star, countless points, lines, gradually connected into layers stacked, squeezed together, magnificent and vast bright star map.
The endless star map in front of me was so vast that I could not see the end of it. But by virtue of countless threads emitting faint luminescence, they connect and divide themselves into countless dimensions. Countless pitch-black tentacles, also from the eight-manifold black star, stretched out their profane tentacles, and they followed the thin threads of the stars, climbing upward frantically, one layer, two layers, three layers, four layers!
"Buzz--"
A black light inlaid with gold edges was held firmly within the warlock's five fingers and gently injected inside Henneville's body ------
"AHHHH!!!"
With a sharp, piercing cry, the Drow elves were finally awakened by the change, she jumped up from the bed, quickly retreated to the edge of the tent, curled into a ball, every inch of the body, along with heavy breathing, and trembling gently.
"Are you scared out of your mind by Toriya?! What are you doing in the middle of the night?! Wait ------ why is there an inexplicable spell energy in my body ----- this is ------ [spell infusion]?"
The Draconic elf stared at his student with dissatisfaction, and just wanted to get angry, but was caught by an even stranger thing that drew all his attention. Spell Infusion ------ this divine art is a priest exclusive, but, Peinhus is a warlock taught by his own hand, why, why would he use a four-ring divine art?
Pinehurst stretched out his left hand again, but, this time, the black star of the eight mangles, lying silently on top of the back of his own hand, did not respond, and a feeling of powerlessness and weakness, also surged to the heart.
When one had just become a warlock and had extremely limited spell bits, one would often consume them all and fall into this familiar weakness.
It seems that five times a day, that's its limit.
"How is that possible? You've turned into a priest? No, no, no, with that perception of yours, how could you become a slave who listens to the will of the gods? Perceive the power of a divine master and use up the divine arts of the fourth ring?"
Herniwell became more and more curious, in the previous sparring, as long as he used stealth, even if he danced a dance behind his back, Peinhus, could not find his trail. This is among the unusual people and horses. It was almost unthinkable.
Even a pony can use vision, hearing, smell, plus an extremely sensitive coat, the perception of changes in the surrounding grass and trees to quickly lock on to nearby targets.
However, the perceptive ability of his own students is no different from that of ordinary humans.
"Made some deals with a strange guy. Sorry for the interruption, originally wanted to find you to experiment with the limits of divine magic ------ results did not expect to be able to use it only five times a day, cut."
Peinhus shook his head helplessly and prepared to go back to sleep. Without a good rest, the magic consumed today would not be able to recover, in the God's chosen descendants. This is quite fatal when the troops will be at the city at any moment.
"You woke me up just to test the divine arts?"
Henneville said with her arms around her chest, and good-naturedly and amusingly.
"Then why don't you find someone else? Your little spouse, those centaur chiefs, the high elf mages, even the religious head of the Goths, wouldn't it be better to spar with them? Did you have to wake me up in the middle of the night?"
"Christina doesn't know anything about magic."
The pale centaur shrugged innocently, with a handsome face, and quickly approached the Drow elves.
"And the others? I don't trust them, to keep this secret for me."
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Because of the problem of food and grass. Blood rage and other clans can not hold the wall, or even hold the castle, they can not afford to lose the pasture, farmland outside the city, consumption is chronic death, must be a quick battle.
Clans such as the Golden Crawlers faced the same problem, and some chiefs simply dragged their families back to their nomadic careers, bringing hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep to the pastures of the north.
With all the soldiers of both armies out, it was impossible to conceal a movement of this scale, and even the wolves in the west noticed the drastic change in the east. A head of scouts, who did not wear any weapons or armor, transformed into giant wolves with four feet on the ground, pretending they were ordinary animals, and began to march to the east.
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"Do it, do it, do it! Get, hurry up!"
Under the order of Chief Bloodrage, the hill giants waved their well-sized fists. Driving uncountable goblin slaves, they took the lead and marched to the south. Forcing these cowardly and cruel little fellows to dig a long trench on the southern coast of the ranch, a battlefield chosen by Pinehurst himself.
Inside the castle, the war machinery was in full operation, and a large number of pack animals pulled a wagon, bringing back a large amount of high-quality wood from the forests in the west. All the men and horses, men, women and children alike. Also frantically chipping wood to create bundles of slender arrow shafts and spear handles.
The tribe of Beast Onado, on the other hand, was stationed at the edge of the forest where the trees were cut down by the centaurs. True dragons are a natural deterrent to sub-dragons. Their strongest battle force: seven bipedal flying dragon almost unusable, so the evil flame clan did not rashly launch an attack, but instead created a large number of war machinery, ready for the dragon hunt battle.
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"So that white horse is not willing to give up his farmland, pastures. A large army and gnome slaves, all assembled on the beach outside the castle?"
A scout, sending a large amount of collected information to the ears of the divinely chosen descendant. For her to make the final strategic deployment. The two clans, Gray Mane and Dead Bone, as the vanguard troops, were the first to arrive at the outer areas of Skerritt's Yew, setting up camp and scouting for the enemy.
The Supreme King, on the other hand, moved forward slowly with her army of golden crawlers and her remaining allies, carrying a sea of food, provisions, cattle and sheep.
"The gang of treacherous orcs, on the other hand, are stationed in the forest to the west, building a large number of siege equipment ------ is ready to attack me on both sides? However, they are separated by a distance, not too far away, fight simply too late to rescue each other ah."
The Supreme King cocked his head in confusion, and Toria, who didn't know the full picture, naturally couldn't figure out the logical relationship behind these things.
But the poet chief beside her: Piana, after hearing the news, suddenly unstable weight, carved with tattoos of the beautiful body swayed violently, almost fell to the ground, the demonic face, also like an ancient cracked marble sculpture, pale to the extreme!
She knew where the Motarian habitat was located.
She knew that Pinehurst and his party had escaped life under the dragon's claws.
She knew that the evil day orcs, originally a bunch of asses glued to the saddle, would not want to get up crazy.
So ------ those orcs are running to the Phantom Forest Flower Sea! Run for the Mortarion!!!
"What's wrong? Piana?"
The Supreme King keenly caught the discomfort and abnormality of his ally, stared at her white face and asked suspiciously.
"No, it's fine."
The leader of the poetic dead waved her hand and forced herself to regain her composure. She opened her mouth, wanting to persuade Toria to divide an army to destroy those perfidious orcs, but could not find any reason, pale and feeble excuse, and even cause the other party's suspicion, increased wariness of their own, affecting the subsequent work of the unfolding ------ really hell!
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[Julian Calendar] - 400 A.D. - The 30th day of the 3rd month (400.3.30 A.D.)
An endless layer of dark clouds obscured the azure sky, and the violent sea wind swept the dim waves high into the sky, letting them roar, whistle, dance wildly, and smash hard on the white sand. The gloomy clouds grew dimmer and dimmer, and a few drops of rain, too, slowly landed on the ground under the fierce wind.
Even the sky, too, is weeping with sorrow for this coming homoeopathy.
Tolya, who had the advantage in numbers, confidently brought her army to the battlefield chosen by Painehurst. She needed to rely on a magnificent victory on the frontal battlefield to completely break the will of these "rebels", so that those who survived would obediently submit to her horses' hooves.
What's more, the number of your own men and horses is more than twice that of your opponent. The number of druids, moreover, holds the state of crushing. This advantage, but also to avoid war words, will inevitably make their allies, a sound of harsh ridicule.
The Blood Fury clan, which was numerically disadvantaged, chose to defend in this situation. Deploy the army on a section of the coast, using the rough sea as a natural barrier to the army's left flank. On the right flank of the army, there were densely packed ------ wagons?
Chief Bloodrage gathered all the wooden wagons transporting the goods and lined up a long square array on the right flank of the army. Two thousand sturdy (goblin standard) goblins, one thousand goth warriors, and five hundred goth priests, stood in a tight line inside and behind the tall carriages, holding shields and javelins. Sixty hill giants, also at the back of the vehicles, raised a pony-sized throwing stone.
A pole emitting a fresh scent, just sharpened not long ago, like a sharp jungle, by the goblins and humans staked in the front of the car fort, dense, stretching to the end of the view.
The left flank was a marine danger, while the right flank was a temporary fortress built by countless wagons. The five tribes gathered in the center of the army, ready to fight to the death against the "traitors" in the south.
The Supreme King frowned. Centaurs are good at swimming in water, but the extremely salty seawater will make the warriors of the Dukai itchy, even if they endure, swim halfway across the river, in case the wind howling warlock, throwing down a chain of lightning, then this is a complete white give.
And those defenses built by a wagon to the west ------ Toria had not seen this tactic at all. Forget it, let Tasmar's people try something, in making plans.
"Tasmar! Attack the enemy's right flank! Chief Piana! Make your poet-dead sing a song to strengthen the soldiers! Gorel! Your gray-maned clan takes the lead! Cut through the enemy's front line for me!"
"Your will!"
The mercenary leader bowed his head, then grabbed his four-meter-long Cantos riding rifle and led his clan, guided by the gray falcon banner, to charge north. The poet-dead, however, did not answer the call of the Supreme King.
"Piana? Piana! Where are you and your army?!"
Toriya frowned slightly, yesterday, the poet dead leader of the strange performance, like a layer of horrible cloud, clouded her heart.
"The Supreme King! Last night, all the poet-dead gathered together and left their temporary quarters! Those flamboyant bards ran away to the northwest!"
PS: last night was scratched by the dog, the morning went to a rabies vaccine, now both arms are sore, brain fog ------ see in the effort to code the word on the part of the bounty seeking blade seeking monthly ticket ~ ~
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