Chapter 196: The Battle of Weeping Rain (II)
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More than a thousand warriors from Tasmaal, under the command and supervision of a small group of golden masks, were the first to charge into the right flank of the battlefield.
The back of each of their horses, a special saddle seat is placed. Can be used to carry three goblin bowmen, riding in combat, six hemp rope, can be fixed on both sides of the saddle, the goblins are like firewood, thin legs, firmly fixed on the backs of people and horses, to prevent these cruel and cowardly little things, in the bumpy way, fall to the ground.
More than 8,000 arms of different sizes, while drawing more than 4,000 bows of different lengths and arrows, the roar of the horses and men, mixed with the wild howls of the goblins, through the hands of long-range weapons, pouring out the fire of fury on the enemy! With the deafening sound of thundering strings, the dense and long feathered arrows, almost in a row, were like a brown tide that swept through the world, cutting a deadly curve in the air and rushing hard against the Gothic fortress.
Tolya's war came so suddenly that these improvised wagons had no way to match the height of the walls and the durability of Huss's war wagon fortress. However, the Goths had their own way, they used these vehicles as ships at sea. In the outer eaves of the wagons, hanging layer after layer of tall, strong masked wooden plates, like dense fish scales, to defend the enemy's charge and arrow rain.
Each wagon, carrying three Goth soldiers, with a priest of the God of Punishment. Underneath the vehicles, there were several cowering goblins to assist in the battle.
Faced with a torrent of arrows, humans and goblins hid behind the safety of shields and wagons, and similarly drew thousands of wooden bows, throwing sky-blinding sharp feathers at the gloomy clouds.
"It's now!"
Along with Orakil's command, the corners of the eyes of a hundred storm warlocks jumped with blazing electricity, and a raging storm gathered and took shape in their hands. Whistling, roaring, howling furiously blowing towards the enemy!
Goth and gnome arrows, riding on the wind howling airflow, both range and lethality have been significantly improved, countless arrows, deep into the enemy's flesh and blood, leaving only a short tail of arrows.
However, Tasmar's dense rain of arrows, against the storm, trudged on, blown by the gale, with only a few scattered arrows, skewed and nailed on top of the sturdy wooden shield.
"Woo-oo-oo-"
"For the glory of the Supreme King! Charge!!!"
Seeing that the long-range attack was suppressed by the place, those golden crawlers who were responsible for suppressing Tasmar's forbidden army blew the charge, forcing them to rush towards the Gothic line.
An Ran's people looked at each other helplessly and had to withdraw their longbows, pull out their spears and shields, and launched a fearless charge against the howling storm and the majestic rain of arrows. The three gnomes resisting on their backs, still throwing a sharp feathered arrow towards the sky, aided by the master's charge.
With the weight of three gnomes and four sets of equipment stacked on top of each other, once Tasmar's warriors launched their charge, they moved slowly, but with the kind of oppressive and immense terror that was not even inferior to Gorell's Romanized army.
"They're coming at us! Prepare to defend! Defend!"
A cluster charge of a thousand horses and men would be enough to shake the earth beneath their feet. Monsters as tall as seven feet in a line, accompanied by a sky of sand and dust, dashing towards themselves! Facing this terrifying light directly. Even professional soldiers would tremble.
And the sky-shattering horses' hooves, also like war drums stretched out, straight to the clouds. It was as if it was pounding in everyone's heart! The gnomes, who were trembling like sieve chaff, suddenly burst out with a miserable howl, and several gnomes, who were wet underneath, turned and ran!
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, a rough pine and cypress log, hammered heavily in the middle of the goblin colony, stirring up a foul-smelling blood. The gnome running in the forefront, ate a heavy blow from the hill giant, the whole person is sunk in the mud, exposed outside the giant logs, twitching a few times, and then no longer shake.
The hill giants grinned widely. Raising a two-person thick wooden stick high in the air, they prepared for a second sweeping round. Countless dried, bloody goblin corpses stuck directly to the tops of the giant sticks, dripping, dripping and oozing blood downward.
Even if the language barrier, the meaning of the giants, is quite obvious - either fight or die!
Looking at that a sticky blood and corpses of the giant stick, and more than the centaur taller hill giant, the small slaves more afraid, the lesser of two evils, helpless, the gnomes had to shiver to face the enemy, they pulled out the Pinehurst issued to their own standard weapons: a bone and wooden sticks made up of ------ spear thrower.
Spear thrower this thing is very simple to manufacture, at the end of a long wooden stick, tied horizontally to the animal bone as a stopper, can be built. This tool was invented and created as early as the time of Homo sapiens. The principle is to extend the length of the lever "arm" by means of a long wooden stick to increase the initial velocity of the spear throwing and greatly increase its damage and range.
However, this thing is of little use to centaurs, in terms of their natural brute strength, as long as the arrow cluster is iron, they take the bow and arrow, can shoot through some roughly manufactured armor, not to mention the powerful throwing spear?
However, for gnomes, a race with a natural disadvantage in strength, spear throwers can greatly compensate for their strength shortcomings. And it is extremely easy to manufacture, intelligence greater than ⑨ can learn.
In an instant, the men and horses carrying a large number of gnomes were bathed in a rain of arrows, holding aloft their kite shields filled with feathers, and rushed to the vicinity of the car fort. They carefully protected their throats and hearts, the rain of arrows under the gale enchanted, under the protection of armor and shields, only weakened their physical strength, causing damage that did not affect their lives.
Few people died, to some unlucky gnomes, by a stray bullet took the life.
"It's almost time, it's almost time to kill them in front of their eyes!"
The centaurs shouted furiously and soundly, in their view, the enemy was weak humans, goblins, retarded giants, and those half-blooded bastards who played with sorcery, and one charge was enough to crush them!
Suddenly, the man who rushed at the front of the line lost his footing, lost his balance, and fell inside the gully dug by the gnomes. The nose bone and the ground knocked solidly together, emitting a crisp sound of fracture!
"Wow! WOW! WOW!!!"
The goblins dug in advance and buried the trenches lightly with branches, leaves, and dirt. A handful of Tasmar's warriors were pitted hard, and the front-runners were hit and fell to pieces. The back row of men and horses were scared and could not help but slow down their charge.
"Woo! Woo-"
"Now is the time! Shoot!"
Orakil and a group of hundred people, blew the horn in their hands. The trumpet sounded one short and one long, representing the order to shoot. The gnomes loaded a spear inside the spear thrower, held the wooden stick in their right hand and swung it hard, thousands of slender short spears, like a big wave breaking, flattened out at the back of the fort! They cut an arc of death in the air!
Dense short spears, whistling past the shields of the carabao, like a continuous line of dense rain, smashed heavily on the warriors of Tasmar! Splashing a hideous and horrible wave of blood!
The centaurs were forced to stop in front of the trench. They had lost the advantage of speed brought by the charge, and if they ran farther away and recharged once more, they would again turn their backs on the bow and arrow strikes of the Goths ------ had no choice but to jump carefully over the ditch and face directly the army hiding behind the wagon fort.
The blades met, and the men and horses found helplessly that they could not shake the heavy wooden wagons. Those damned foreigners, on the inside of each wagon, were tilted to erect a few stakes deep into the soil, so that the wagons, the ground, the stakes, formed a most stable triangle shape.
The humans standing on the wagons, a little taller than the horses and men, stood tall, thrusting a sharp spear through the gap in their shields, forming a forest of metal that, along with the wooden stakes on the outside of the wagon fortress, resisted Tasmar's attack.
Behind them, there were vast swarms of goblins, throwing a sharp spear up into the air! Some goblins simply grabbed a short spear, squirmed and crawled under the cart, poking a bloody, bloody fissure in the hooves of the centaurs.
Although the head of those things, is composed of sharp flint, or simply a sharpened wooden stick, but that number and density is too terrible, many warriors were almost zapped into a hedgehog, arms, body, everywhere stabbed with short spears and arrows.
A more resilient life will slowly fade away along with the loss of a lot of blood.
"Coles, take three thousand gold crawlers with you to support those brothers and sisters of Tasmaal and replace them." Watching Tasmar fall in the initial battle, the Supreme King's face, too, seemed to be shrouded with an unsettling shade, more dim than the dark clouds overhead.
"Actually digging a ditch? Peinhus, you tang a human horse, using this two-legged creature, used to counteract the cavalry strategy ------ Coles! If a charge, can not ram those wagons, you also slowly retreat, since you can not impact the two flanks, then we will be in the central battlefield, rely on the number, with the quality of slowly consume them."
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At the same time, in the center of the battlefield, a horse ahead of the Gorel chief, also encountered the same problem. Another hundred wind howling elemental warlocks, placed in the center of the battlefield by Pinehurst, furious air currents, wrapped in dense arrows, as if raining on the gray maned centaur armor, shields, and flesh and blood. The bowmen on Gorel's side, under the wind condition, could not shoot beyond 50 yards.
Angry to the extreme, the head of the mercenaries, on the spot pulled out a mounted rifle, with her Romanization of a thousand heavy armor, a massive raid against the wind, behind, lightly armored or unarmored centaur herders, also have drawn spears, hand axes, war cries to the clouds!
Forty feet! Thirty feet! Twenty feet!
The gray mane chief revealed a hideous smile. Her heavy armor deflected countless arrows for her, and the four-foot-long riding spear in her hand sprinted forward incomparably smoothly, about to pierce the necks of her enemies! The blood that makes you want to stop, soon, will fill the whole battlefield!
Then ------ Gorel suddenly felt a hollow under his hooves, his front hooves plunged into the gully, hitting the wall of the mud pit heavily, and the whole man lost his balance instantly! The riding spear also plunged deep in the mud.
"Woo-oo-oo-"
The frontal battlefield can be without the cover of a carriage fort. The flat terrain allows men and horses from both sides to gallop at will.
Blood rage chief ------ no, now is no longer the chief of Christina, looking at the charge momentum was stopped, into the chaos of the long gray mane, immediately blew the two trombones representing the war!
Thousands of blood rage barbarian soldiers, in a high-pitched and melodious trumpet sound, let out a wild shout like a mountain and a tsunami! They waved their halberds and launched a powerful counter-charge against the enemy!
"AlanNure Pinehurst!!!"
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Chapter 197: The Battle of Weeping Rain (III)
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With the sound of a crisp and pleasant impact, Gorel, who had fallen to the ground, felt a burning pain in his back. The solid defense formed by the Roman lock armor and Oriental scale armor together, although blocking the sharpness of the arrows, but can not stop the impact of the brute force of the centaur and the composite longbow.
Looking at the riding spear, shield that was thrown aside, the gray mane chief could not pick up his weapon in time, and with both hands, he quickly rose from the ground, and from the gully trap, he drew his slender front hoof.
There was no way out, as usual: the attack of the Golden Crawler was too sudden, and in order to ensure that the depth was long enough, the gnomes had to sacrifice the quality of the gullies, which was completed before the first wave of Golden Crawler scouts arrived, two gullies were completed.
But the other clansmen were not as lucky as she was. Some of them were shot into bloody hedgehogs before they could get up from the ground, and the blood rage barbarians, also wielding large shields and halberds, launched an unstoppable charge forward, taking advantage of the perfect time when a large number of enemies tripped over the trenches, and swung their halberds high into the air!
Suddenly, a huge electric current, weaving through the low clouds, coiled up almost the entire sky! The tragic white electric aura instantly illuminated the dimly lit battlefield as if it were daylight. The flash of electricity also illuminated the bloodthirsty faces of the barbarian soldiers, with their metal-forged hammer heads, even more eerily horrifying.
"Tom!!!"
A barbarian soldier, wielding a halberd in his hand, blasted heavily at Gorel's left shoulder. The gray-maned chieftain retreated instead of advancing, her athletic body, straddling the hidden trench, avoiding the metal halberd head, hitting her shoulder with nothing more than the thick wooden pole.
This little pain, completely unable to affect the battle-hardened mercenary leader, Gorel to the naked eye can not see the speed, instantly pulled out two sharp Roman short sword, pure iron blade, thick spine, giving this weapon very considerable killing ability.
Only to see a flash of cold light, sharp sword blade has been coated with blood, and the barbarian soldier in front of him, slowly fell in a pool of blood, dripping blood, gurgling out along the huge gap between his face and neck.
"Rumble!!!"
The thunderous sound of the sky, followed by the pale white lightning, exploded in everyone's ears. It drowned out the battle cry of the gray mane, and the roar of blood fury. A few drops of cold rain gently fell on Gloria's long eyelashes, along her beautiful cheeks, slowly flowing down.
Looking at the gradually cold corpses of people and horses in front of him, that suffocating sense of guilt, like a heavy mountain, dead on the shoulders of the mercenary leader. A large cold hand, clutching the heart of Gorel, the fragrant smell of blood in the past, but now, it is so sickening!
Chief Gray Mane can't figure out that from birth, he himself is a sharp spear, chasing war to make a living monster, all the clansmen of Gray Mane are! At the age of two, he himself could wield a cold, sharp blade, slit the enemy's neck, slowly watching him writhing in pain on the ground, twitching, and then bleeding out all the blood ------ At that time, he himself, looking directly at the death of others, would not even blink an eye.
Being hired by others to fight, through mass killings, in exchange for the supplies to survive. This is the way of survival of the gray mane ------ But why is the feeling of killing the same people, and killing foreign enemies, completely different?
"Gorel!!!"
Suddenly, a blood-colored roar reached Chief Gray Mane's ears. She looked up, only to see a pale golden three-headed beast, raging towards herself to kill!
No, it wasn't some three-headed chimera, it was Christina!
The rouge blazing horse instantly recognized the mercenary leader's appearance. Four slender, sturdy pitch-black horse hooves stomped viciously, the whole thing leaped high into mid-air, sixteen enemy chiefs' skulls tied to their bodies, shaking and colliding wildly together, clanking!
When swooping, Chimera leather armor that pair of mighty and hideous huge cloak - originally belonged to this three-headed beast of light gold wings, but also by the storm of arcane raised high. It was like two big pale gold banners painted with blood-colored skulls.
The howling of the storm, whistling through the huge wing membrane, those dense tiny holes, in the air with an incomparably terrifying, ear-piercing whistling sound! Intimidate, intimidate all the enemies around! Gorel narrowed his eyes in concentration, the rouge-colored Christina, as if it really grew a pair of light golden huge flesh wings.
"CLANG!!!"
Swords and halberds clashed, and Chief Grey Mane was forced back by the tremendous strength of her opponent. Four horse hooves plowed four deep furrows in the land, and she looked at the rouge blazing horse in front of her in surprise: the opponent's already terrifying strength soared again, completely suppressing herself - and, at this moment, Christina, had not yet entered a berserk state!
"Why, why do you want to rebel against Toria's rule? Isn't it good for all of you to unite under her banner, to ride the frontier together, to crush together those enemies who have hurt us? Poison bite or blood rage, why did you all choose to betray? Why, we must fight together! The smell of centaur blood makes me want to vomit! Damn!!!"
Gorel frowned, in a trance, as if she had returned to months ago, everyone around the raging campfire, talking and laughing, talking together about the experience of the battle, boasting together about the merits of the clan!
The two chiefs, too, hooked up in the banquet, raising their cranial goblets of wine to their brothers and sisters who died in battle, raising their glasses in tribute.
"You don't understand, what don't you understand!"
Christina let out a roar, the hands of the halberd opened wide, turning the whirring, sharp halberd blade, the sound of cutting through the air, like the singing of death! After receiving a few moves from the other side, the gray mane chief only felt his arms numb and could barely hold the short sword in his hands.
"You're just a mercenary who gets paid to do things. Gorel, I pity you! You don't understand what it is that Toria wants to deprive. You also don't understand what it is that we want to guard!
The ancestors of the Blood Fury clan have given everything they have to guard our home and protect our people. My mother, too, died heroically in battle to protect the clan. The name of our clan, the totem of this blood skeleton, he hosts the will and glory that has been passed down from clan to clan for centuries!
As for Toriya? Why, no, why did she take away everything from our clan? What is the glory of the old kingdom, a promise that exists only in fairy tales and is not real?
Look at my comrades around me! They, the chief of the Thunder Spear clan! The chief warlock of the Wind Howler Clan! The supreme leader of the Poison Bite Clan! And I, too, am Christina of the Blood Rage Clan, not some [Centaur Kingdom] subject!"
Gorel side-stepped her athletic body to avoid Christina's fatal blow, and she quickly pressed forward with her hooves moving. The sharp blade of the sword cut a string of dazzling sparks on the locking armor of the rouge horse.
"I really don't understand, what is the meaning of your persistence, your pride."
The long pole weapon has a fatal weakness, it only has the tip of the metal spear, has the ability to kill, can not attack the enemy too close to oneself, facing close combat, holding two short swords, crazy chaos of the gray mane chief, this time, for rouge blazing horse knotted defeat. She threw away the over-long halberd, pulled out a long sword from her waist, and Gorel's double blade, fiercely cut together!
"You don't understand? Fine, let me give you an example. A group of people storm your tent, kill your parents, take you, young as you are, into their tent, force you to wear their clothes, follow their customs and change to their last name! Can you accept that?"
"Cut, it's just the weak and the strong."
Gorel grunted disdainfully.
"I've seen too many examples of this in the south, where the Empire hires us, attacks one alien army after another, and after victory, those two-legged beasts, take all the unlucky prisoners and demand that they wear Roman armor, hold high their eagle banners, and shed their last drop of blood for Augustus!
This is just too normal, our Grey Mane banner, originally a galloping grey handsome horse, was also modified by the elves, to a grey falcon - what's wrong with that? Just pay the money!"
"That's why I said that you, fellow, don't know anything about our glory! You've been completely changed by the alien culture, Gorel!"
Hearing the other side's theory, Christina was infuriated. The long swords cut a harrowing arc on the battlefield, and both sides were equally skilled in combat. However, the rouge blazing horse had the advantage in strength.
With the passage of time, even after leaving the wind howler's casting area, the tyrannical wind, swept the grazing and gravel, blowing people can not open their eyes. The eastern ocean, by the storm set off a huge wave after a huge wave!
The sky-blinding pale current, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, weaving back and forth in the dark clouds, and the rain is getting denser and denser, and the scattered raindrops are getting denser and denser, finally connecting into a line, turning into a majestic downpour!
The dense rain made the crowd's vision more and more blurred. The wild roar of the thunderstorm also overshadowed the roar of the men and horses. The bow strings of both sides were completely soaked by the rain and could not be used, so they had to stand back and stare dryly.
The battlefield contact area is limited. No matter how wide the gap between the two sides, into the battle, always the front row of soldiers, the rainstorm and waste both sides of the long-range, so that the chosen descendants of God, after exhausting the warlock spell position, and then arrow rain wash the plan fell short, a car full of arrows supply wagons, became a complete waste.
And that choppy sea has become a natural barrier for the Blood Fury clan, making it impossible for Toria to take advantage of her numbers.
The war, gradually entered a stalemate phase.
"All right, fine. Gorel. So. How much gold and silver do I need to pay to buy your loyalty?"
Christina was drenched in rain and couldn't help but shiver.
"I'm sorry, Christina. Perhaps, as you said, my mercenaries, who have been separated from the grassland culture for too long, we don't have what you call [glory]."
Gorel's arms trembled slightly, blocking three attacks in a row, every muscle in his arm, issued a painful wail. The Roman style thick spine heavy sword, but also cut out some not small openings.
"But we at least still hold on to the [reputation] of a businessman."
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Chapter 198: The Battle of Weeping Rain (IV)
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Wind wrapped in torrential rain, washing the entire bloody battlefield, countless blood-colored streams converge together, slowly flowing into the turbulent sea, a deafening thunder and lightning, but also the bloodthirsty faces of all the warriors, shining brightly, as if the entire sky dome, are covering their faces and crying for this time the hand-to-hand combat within the people.
"Woo! Woo!"
The sound of two sharp and mournful trumpets barely cut through the cacophony of rain and reached the ears of the gray-haired soldiers. The mercenaries hastily gave up killing each other and retreated backwards, and the dog-eared frontal battlefield was once again clearly separated. The gray manes raised their shields high, barely connecting into a neat shield wall, slowly backing out of the battlefield, no longer fighting with the barbarian soldiers in front.
Gorel also gave up the fight with the rouge blazing horse, obeyed the golden master's order and withdrew from the battlefield.
"The trenches are no longer useful; next, it's time to charge straight into a cluster of men and horses."
Christina also heard the other side of the retreat order, soybean-sized raindrops, in the air almost linked into a curtain of torrential rain, it is impossible to see what is happening in the distance.
The rouge blazing horse squinted, only to see countless tall black shadows, swaying wildly behind the dense curtain of rain. She did not know how many Golden Crawlers, rushing to reinforce their allies, had to take the barbarian soldiers and slowly withdraw to the rear to recuperate, replacing Poutresse, with her army of poison bites. Rebuild the front line of defense.
"Damn rainstorm, what a fucking bad luck!"
Charrosa wiped off the rain from his face, but more rainstorm fell from the sky, wetting his eyes again. The bowstring of the composite longbow in his hand was even more slack and uncomfortable.
"All right! The enemy used a despicable trick to dig two trenches to block our first charge, but this vile ploy cannot stop us a second time! For the sake of the chosen descendants of God! For the sake of the Most High King! Charge!!!"
"Long live the Supreme King!!!"
Among the Golden Crawler army, a sky-shattering roar erupted, and they took out a sheepskin, stuffed it with wet dirt, and roared forward to charge. The heavy rain covering the sky obstructed the vision of both sides, and the wild air currents made the poisonous biting clan dare not use poison gas easily. Therefore, they backhandedly grabbed a thick and heavy throwing spear and charged forward towards the golden crawlers, venting their anger at the destruction of their homes and the tragic death of their chief!
"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"
A heavy spear, cutting an arc of death in the rain, landed heavily on the bodies of the Golden Crawlers, the sharp spearheads cutting through their leather armor, sinking deep into their flesh and blood, blossoming a red poppy in the dim battlefield, in the drenching rain.
However, none of the golden crawlers chose to retreat, they threw out the animal skins filled with dirt, slowly filling the gully in front of them. The soldiers threw and left, never stopping, leaving behind them only a miserable corpse pierced by a javelin.
By the third time, the golden crawlers even kicked the bodies of their fellow soldiers into the deep pit in front of them, so that they could use their own flesh and blood to pile up the ladder of the Supreme King towards victory!
Not much time, the front battlefield gully, has been filled with dirt, animal skins, and even a variety of pale and miserable corpses, the right flank of the battlefield Coles, also topped by the goblins javelin sea. The gully in front of the car fortress was filled to the ground.
"Damn it! Why, why do we have to be here, born to die for centaurs!"
A goth girl standing inside the car fort, shivering with her hands in her arms. Her whole body was exposed to the pouring rain. Long, damp blonde hair clung to her gaunt face. Linen clothing, also stuck to the soldier's soft body above, outlining a full curve.
"Brothers and sisters, listen to me, this is an opportunity! Let's escape! Get out of this hellhole! Let these half-human, half-horse monsters fight among themselves ------"
"Snap!"
Suddenly, along with a crisp ringing sound, an orange-red phantom, coming from afar, slapped the girl hard. The Gothic soldier covered his face and looked back in horror: only to see that Asana was also drenched in rain, but her almond-yellow eyes still shone with determination.
"Don't let me hear your remarks again. Yes, that white horse, destroying our proud city walls! Ravaging our homes that we bought with blood! But, at this moment, only these monsters can help everyone rebuild their homeland!"
The priestess put her long, wet orange hair, gently pinned to the back of her head, and looked solemnly before her, the only people left.
"That damned white horse, thinks he can control us, that he can get the Tungothians to be born and die for his future! He's wrong, it's us, who are using these powerful half-humans and half-horse! Eliminating our enemies! Centaurs, werewolves, the more dead, the better! Is it us? It's us, using these centaurs, to remove obstacles to everyone's future.
Hang in there! Brothers and sisters! I will lead you and build a new homeland."
Asana struggled to make her voice, over the pounding rain. At that moment, the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves, once again from the distance, a python thick thunder cluster, through the low clouds, the dim battlefield, illuminated as daylight!
The Donggoths stared in amazement at the dense army of golden crawlers, less than a hundred feet away, from themselves.
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"Long live the Supreme King!!!"
One thousand gold-treaded soldiers in lockets, with two thousand gold-treaded herdsmen in leather armor, launched a vocal cluster charge on the right flank of the battlefield.
A spear and mounted lance tied with a golden horseshoe flag were raised flat by the hands of the men and horses. Their supreme sharpness pointed directly at the Gothic chariot fortress! The sound of tens of thousands of horses' hooves, trampling on the mud puddle at the same time, was enough to shake the earth.
"Shoot! SHOOT! SHOOT!!!"
Asana's face was white with fear, and she hurriedly cried out in a loud voice. Although, the noisy sound of wind and rain, as well as intermittent frenzied thunder currents, almost drowned out her voice. But, on the battlefield, everyone was tensed up, watching dead ahead, they immediately spotted the incoming enemy troops, and wielded rudimentary spear throwers, throwing a sharp spear!
"Rumble!!!"
Terrifying thunder, like a giant tree upside down, hissing and roaring inside the dark clouds, pouring out their endless fury towards the ground. Humans are no better than horses and men, they can't even see their index fingers in the darkness. The burning torches, too, were extinguished by the torrential rain, and only under the illumination of a harsh lightning bolt could they catch a glimpse of the enemy.
This horrible scene, not to mention the gnomes, is Asana was also scared shivering, the horrific figure of the golden crawler army, along with the roaring thunder, he was exposed in front of their eyes, and with the fleeting lightning, returned to the darkness, leaving only the sound of dense hoof.
By the time the next bolt of lightning crossed the sky, the half-man, half-horse monsters, as if they were teleporting, were a great distance closer to them! Immediately after that, there was a deafening thunder boom that exploded in their ears.
After this scene was staged several times back and forth, a few malnourished, exposed to the rain gnomes, they were scared eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, and fell straight to the ground, like a landed fish, and kept twitching four bony limbs.
"Damn! Using a wagon to form a mobile defense system, thanks to that white horse for thinking of it."
Coles secretly cursed in his heart. The centaurs have excellent dark vision, the dim battlefield, in their eyes into a spectacular black and white picture. But a wooden shield, like fish scales stacked on the front of the fortress, and the Goths, hiding behind this overlapping shield wall, their hands of riding spears, for a moment, do not know where to thrust!
"WOW!!!"
The first wave of Gold Crawler clan, against the roaring rain, with the dense javelin, with their hands flatly raised riding spears, viciously stabbed at the outer wall of the carriage fortress, weighing a ton of mass, plus the terrifying kinetic energy from the full-speed charge, so that the sharp riding spears, directly poked through the layers of wooden shields. Sharp wood scraps, splattered in all directions!
"Hiss..."
A Donggoth soldier drew a cold breath as a terrifying riding spear, grazing his left shoulder, stabbed past, narrowly missing his own heart. But before he could react, a second riding spear pierced through the cascading wooden shields and poked him directly in the chest!
Terrifying force, directly shattered his ribs, the sharp tip of the gun, devouring human flesh and blood viscera, drilled out his back, the soldier was like a piece of meat, skewered on top of the long pole, crimson blood, like a flood that broke the bank, spurting everywhere.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
A mournful lightning once again crossed the sky dome, illuminating the entire bloody battlefield as thousands of riding spears pierced through the defense of the Che Fort. Although the Jin Craw soldiers could not see the enemy, they were simply too numerous, round after round of charges, countless densely packed riding spears. The lances stabbed the barriers into wooden hedgehogs, and there were always a few lucky riding spears that could burrow into the enemy's flesh and blood and take their fragile lives.
But, at the same time, the shivering gnomes, hiding in the safety of the inside of the wagon, kept shooting a sharpened wooden stick, and flint-forged throwing spears with their spear throwers.
This rudimentary weapon, naturally, there is no way to break the defense of the locking armor, but, however, can be in the nobleman, the head of the body of the horse without armor, cut a harsh cracks, drilling a deep bloody pit. The fast-falling rainstorm, one after another on the wounds, so that the wounded people and horses, become more and more furious.
"ROAR!!!"
Seeing the wagon fortress looming under the cavalry charge, the Gold Crawler soldiers raised their shields high and tried to use their own weight to break down these wooden barriers. The Gothic soldiers hurriedly stretched out their spears to counterattack, and a support stake that made the wagon, the earth, and formed a triangular structure, also stubbornly resisted the charge of the golden track.
Seeing the carriage fortress in front of them was so solid that it even blocked the charge of the men and horses, the cowardly goblins gradually regained their courage - they were indeed cowardly, but also very cruel and vicious.
When these little things, found that the enemy could not attack them at all, one by one, excitedly screaming towards the sky, waving their spear throwers hard, so that a sharp javelin, over the gothic shield wall! Every time a human horse was injured, the goblin group, a burst of shrill laughter erupted.
"Shit! Cover me!"
A gold-tracked soldier growled loudly in the rainstorm. Two fellow soldiers understood his meaning and grabbed the spear of the Gothic soldier stabbing out of the carriage fort. The man in the middle, immediately rushed to the front of the carriage, he bent his front hooves, his hands grabbed the bottom of the carriage with a deadly grip, a sinew, quickly in the muscles of his two arms rippled! The whole carriage, actually by his strange force to shake!
"Oh my God! What kind of strange power is this!"
The soldiers standing in the car swayed left and right, re-stabilizing their bodies, they scrambled to pull out their javelins, short spears, to stop the man-horse from moving. Several gnomes, too, got under the carriage, wielding short flint spears, and stabbed deeply into the enemy's arm. However, ** the pain, still can not stop his determination to shake the wagon.
"It's so close! Come and help!"
The two Jin Crawler soldiers looked at each other, nodded, and joined each other against the dense javelin throwing. They forced themselves to endure the severe pain coming from their backs, and with six large hands pulling the bottom of the carriage to death and lifting it upward at the same time, the whole carriage was overturned by the men and horses! The three soldiers and one priest on top instantly lost their balance and fell screaming into the mud, overwhelming a large ugly gnome. It caused a commotion.
"In the name of the Supreme King! Charge!!!"
Seeing his men, in the midst of that strange fortress defense, successfully opened a gap, Coles excitedly raised the banner of Golden Crawler, and countless Golden Crawler soldiers whistled and poured inside the gap!
But the wagon, even if it was overturned, was still a tall obstacle, and in the midst of the fierce storm, the gold-tracked soldiers struggled to cross the overturned wooden wagon, only to hear a deafening thunderclap that suddenly exploded in front of their eyes!
No, this is not a naturally occurring sound of thunder! Rather, it's arcane constructed thunder!
"People of the Howling Wind! For the sake of our fallen brothers and sisters! For the sake of the unjustly dead Chief Maid! Let the winds tear the flesh of the golden crawlers, and let the thunder scorch the marrow of the enemy! Blood will pay for blood!!!"
The chief warlock of the Wind Howler Clan: Orakil took the lead and met with his enemy once again. A pair of pupils flashing with terrifying lightning, splintering! The chief warlock's right hand wielded a thunder blade blessed by the elements, crushing and trampling countless dwarf goblins along the way, taking the lead to kill the front line of the battlefield.
The terrifying arcane energy, surging inside his veins, instantly transformed into a bucket-thick current, spurting out from Orakil's left palm and blasting into the body of a golden crawler horse!
A lightning pattern in the shape of a tree branch instantly surfaced on top of Jin Cui's skin as proof that he had been struck by lightning. Immediately after that, the heat brought by the electric current, burned his skin into a pitch-black color, part of the epidermis whose moisture was completely evaporated, like fragile charcoal, gradually peeled and fell off from the **.
The tyrannical electric current, which became slightly weaker after blasting one target, still managed to cut across the entire rain curtain and blasted the second human horse, turning him into a blackened mass of charcoal. A chain of lightning bolts, thundering and storming, jumped continuously, and in an instant, eight horses rushed into the Blood Fury position, and the tall, robust Golden Crawler warriors, then twitched on all fours and collapsed into the mire.
"Blood for blood!!!"
A hundred howling wind warlocks, drenched by the rainstorm, the corners of their eyes burst with beams of harsh lightning, the bloodline of the storm, allowing them to manipulate the power of lightning beyond the level, countless gold crawlers huddled together, like a broken flood, trying to kill this gap in the car fortress, dismantling the defenses of blood rage, but, what awaits them, is a storm of thunder with hundreds of blooming rage!!!
"ROAR!!!"
Watching the wind howling warlock troops, clearing the soldiers rushing into the car fort, the hill giants also opened their huge paws, hands pulled out a huge rock from the bone basket, heavily thrown into the air, only to see countless calf-sized boulders, in the rain curtain cut a terrifying curve, accompanied by a chilling whistling sound, in the crowded army of gold crawlers, plowing a bloody furrow!
Countless golden crawlers were either scorched by thunder or crushed by boulders, while some warlocks manipulated violent storms to blow them away from the gap in the defensive line!
"Now is the time! Hill Giants! Close the gap! Hurry!!!"
"Yes, yes!"
Not much smarter than the goblins, the stupid big guys, scrambled to pull out the largest piece of rock from the bone basket, blocking the gap that was exposed because of the overturned car, heavy rocks, mixed with a large number of centaurs, goblins, human corpses and blood, coated into a solid stone wall.
The Chebao line was once again stabilized.
On the other side. A group of gold crawler soldiers wielding war hammers, holding their shields high in their hands, slowly advanced forward. The leather-covered heavy shields were covered with dense javelins. Eventually, they also trickled through the muddy grass and arrived near the carriage fortress, wielding their war hammers and striking heavily on the barriers! One by one, the shields shattered and crumbled, and one by one, the wooden planks that made up the wagon began to twist and deform.
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The outer wall of the fortress was about to be blown to pieces by several metal-forged war hammers. The Gothic soldiers hurriedly thrust out their spears to meet the incoming men and horses.
However, the left arm of these hammer soldiers, holding aloft a surface iron-plated tower shield, the master of dead protection in the inner shield. Under the absolute gap in power, the Gothic spear, goblin javelin, only in the degree of iron shield surface, hit a sigh of despair.
Accompanied by a ghastly booming sound. The wood panels that make up the outer wall of the carriage have twisted, deformed, and broken out of a not-so-small fissure!
"Our wagon is going to be broken! Anyone! Come to the rescue!!!"
The soldiers let out a desperate roar, only to be drowned out by the noisy sound of wind, rain, and thunder. Fortunately, the hill giants, in the hands of the men and horses, forced by sharp spears, had been relying on their height advantage and dark vision to look around the entire right flank of the battle line.
They understood that if the opposite side of the people, broke through the carriage fort, then, they will also follow the disaster, therefore, after seeing the dangerous situation of the Donggoths, two more hill giants, wielding wooden stakes and boulders, trampling countless poor gnomes along the way, with blood-soaked steps, joined the battle.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, the Gothic soldier's forward jabbing spear movement was halted. The rain around them became more and more majestic, and the wind became more and more fierce, but the cold rain, but did not fall on their heads?
The priest, who was in the same car, also looked up at the sky in confusion: only to see a tawny hill giant, bending his own almost shoulder-width, covered with muscle waist. His sturdy upper body, as if a giant umbrella, for humans to block the sky of the rainstorm.
"It's the hill giants! Those dogs that are being kept by the Blood Fury Clan, in captivity!!!"
The gold-treaded soldier also saw through the hazy rain curtain, two huge bodies like small mountains! A hill giant bent slightly, clasped a huge rock with his ten fingers and placed it on the outside of the chariot wall, followed by a release of both hands, and a calf-sized rock fell from the sky and heavily smashed on top of the shield held high by the Golden Crawlers!
"Ah!"
The golden crawler who rushed in the forefront, holding up the shield and swinging the hammer, let out a heart-breaking scream, the horrible impact, along the shield, extended to his wrist, in a flash, as if there were thousands of small worms, burrowed into his flesh and blood, madly gnawing every tendon and muscle of his left arm! The heavy weight of the boulder also made him unable to hold the shield in his hand.
"Hmm? Centaur, strength, so much."
The hill giant muttered, wiped his hands on his ugly, huge face, casually wiped two splashes of water, and then pulled out a second boulder, aimed at the location where the first one fell, and once again released his ten fingers.
This time, the left arm of the golden crawler, instantly burst out a crisp chirping thought, the whole arm is like noodles, limp hanging down to the waist, two calf-sized boulders, but also with the shield tilt downward slide, directly down to the ground.
Dripping blood, from the bottom of the stone, gurgling out, the mud in the water, dyed red.
The other hill giant was not shy. He grabbed a pine tree that was two people's hug thick. That huge trunk, in his hand, as if it was just an ordinary wooden stick.
Only to see, the giant put up the wooden stick, the thickness of two people's hug, and viciously stabbed at the golden crawler soldiers, the raised shield. With a chilling sound of crumbling, the entire horse and man, were stabbed to the ground by the trunk.
"Roar! ROAR! ROAR!!!"
The hill giant let out a cruel laugh, like a pile driver, and kept raising and dropping the huge logs in his hands. It smashed heavily on top of the heads of the centaurs! With each of his attacks, thousands of blood and water, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, would splash in all directions!
Soon, the exterior of the wall was piled with the broken bones of people and horses, and the bottom of the stump, which was also covered with layers and layers of blood and brains.
"Pull back! Pull back all of you!!!"
Coles roared loudly in anger. Normally, thousands of men and horses would have used a rain of arrows to show those foolish hill giants how to write the word "target".
The entire battlefield, however, was obscured by thick clouds. The dense raindrops, the size of soybeans, almost connected in a line. The composite longbows, which the centaurs were most skilled at, were completely unusable. The centaurs of other clans, except for the Blood Fury Clan, were also not massively rationed with javelins. The bad weather had almost deprived them of their only long-range means.
Looking at the gradually retreating Jin Crawler army, the soldiers took a long breath of relief and sat on their asses in the rain-filled carts, celebrating the temporary victory. The clothes on them, completely wet by the rain, and the gusty wind blowing through, made everyone, feel the biting cold.
Hundreds of low-ranking priests, while forcing their bodies to endure exhaustion, raising a double-ringed cross to the God of Punishment, praying for the power to heal their compatriots. The gnomes in the interior of the fortress, more tired and panting, they are in groups, huddled under the car that can shelter from the rain, warmed by the body heat of their companions. By the way, kneading, pounding their right arm because of high-intensity exercise, and extra soreness.
Only the warlocks of wind howling, led by Orakil, still wielded their blades and mocked the retreating enemies, accompanied by the earth-shattering thunder, sending them paths of terrifying currents. The number of enemies killed in the competition. With the surrounding comrades, apparently so out of place.
The bone-chilling cold of the body has long been dispersed by the ten thousand fury of hatred.
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The frontal battlefield, after considering the wind direction, the gap between the number of friendly troops and the antidote, the warlock spell position and many other issues, the poison bite soldiers, who were wrapped in cloth around their mouths and noses, did not use the poison that was so horrible in the battle of Diodosia, but instead took out a packet of poison that was less effective and had a shorter duration. Thrown into the air.
"Hiss--hiss--"
Accompanied by a creepy sound, the stomach bag of those unknown poison, after lifting the air, instantly emitted a ghastly chirp. Overflowing in all directions, a horrible yellow cloud of poison withered.
Seeing Poison Bite's movement, the Wind Howler Warlocks understood the situation and one by one mobilized the arcane power within their bloodline, allowing it to transform into an unruly storm that roared to the south.
The violent airflow that came upon them was like a substantial raging wave, and creatures who faced these air pressures directly, no matter how hard they tried, could not breathe the air into their lungs. There was no way out, the golden crawlers either bent their waists or turned around, gulping in fresh air, and the neat formation instantly became disorganized.
And suffused with painful breath of withered yellow poisonous clouds, but also in the storm blowing, as if the tide, and like a monstrous wave, instantly engulfed a high horse and horse, occupying a disorganized line, constantly tumbling dense poisonous fog, like the laughter of death, in the ears of every warrior, hissing!
"Brothers and sisters of Poison Bite! Thank you for your kind words. However, I do not accept the title of Chief of Poison Bite. Nor am I qualified, now, to assume the glory of my father."
Putrese wiped the rain off her face. Towards the remaining thousand poisonous bites, growling at the top of her voice.
"But I, Putreus, will prove to you in this war! I am qualified to replace my father and lead the entire clan to glory! I will kill a hundred soldiers of the Golden Crawl with my own hands, and make those scum, experience the pain and suffering we once suffered! I will make Toria watch her army fall apart and her kingdom fall apart! I will destroy everything she holds dear with a poisonous cloud in the sky! Everything!!!"
"When I have fulfilled my promise, only then will I take up my father's burden and become your chief. Charge with me! Brothers and sisters! AlanNure Sogross! AlanNure Viper's Devouring Bite!!!"
"ALanNure Sogross!!!"
A thousand warriors of the poisonous bite, under the impassioned speech of Putrese, the blood of perception boiled, as if burning in the chest of a "hatred" of the sky rage!
Through a sheet of masked cloth, they shouted out a ghastly and creepy roar. A pair of cold pupils, completely occupied by horrible hatred, they wielded spears and shields, led by the leader, like a tide of dark green, killed into the withered yellow poisonous fog, and the golden crawlers started a poison and iron killing.
"Ahem! Cough! Cough!"
The yellow fog, although not very toxic, but, after being inhaled by the creature's respiratory tract, still produced great pain and suffering, a horse and man coughed out in pain, neck, as if burned by a blazing fire!
A gold-clad noble clad in locking armor hastily retracted her long sword into a scabbard engraved with a golden rose. While coughing violently, she pulled out a bag of antidote potion, held by sealed entrails, from her parcel, brought it to her lips and drank it down with a gulp. Barely recovered from the horrible poisonous mist.
And next to her, all the nobles, headmen, clad in lockets, have pulled out from their packages, a potion to neutralize the toxicity. Tilted their heads and drank it down. The family's golden crawler clan, after making sufficient preparations, was really desperate enough. Even some ordinary herdsmen, received a potion to neutralize the toxicity!
The soldiers who recovered their normalcy, spontaneously stepped forward to cover those who were poisoned, and slowly withdrew from the battlefield to seek relief from the medical personnel in the rear. And the remaining thousand or so members of the nobility, clad in lockets, launched a counter-charge against the whirling army of poison bites.
Their faces, wet with rain, blossomed into a cruel smile. They wildly shouted the name of the Supreme King, with metal blades and spears up to the chest of their enemies!
"Long live the Supreme King!!!"
The two clusters of killing sound, wielding their blades, in the rainstorm wildly shouting sound battle! Like two trains moving at high speed, with endless rage against the enemy, they crashed together fiercely!