Chapter 201: Battle of Weeping Rain (VII)
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Under the torrential rain, the Golden Crawlers used the ribs of livestock and the leather of giant beasts to make a roof that could be moved to shelter the Supreme King, who was sitting in the rear, and the Golden Crawlers.
There are also several people with armor, wearing gold masks on the face of the forbidden army, but also under the roof, a warm campfire, by the warm flame, to dispel the fierce storm, brought by the bitter cold.
Other fighters, however, are not so lucky.
They are still exposed to the relentless natural disaster, bleeding and killing for the Supreme King.
The temperature of the body surface, as the rainstorm descends and slowly passes.
Already wet linen clothing, animal furs, but also cling to the skin of the centaur above.
When blown by the gale, it will even be frozen to unconsciousness.
This harsh environment is a terrible torture for the soldiers on both sides of the battle.
The soldiers of the Golden Crawlers looked resentfully at the rear, the generals who were hiding in their tents, roasting and sheltering from the rain, discontent that was growing in the huge army.
---------- ------ Magnus sitting on the right shoulder of Peinhus.
A pair of huge red flesh wings, like an umbrella upward, to shield themselves from the majestic rainstorm.
However, the wings spread upward to block the rain falling from the sky, but could not stop the raging wind everywhere.
Let the little devil shiver in the cold.
"Hold on! Brothers and sisters! Toria wants to destroy our totem! Our history! Our glory! Although, I, Peinhus, have been a member of the clan for less than a year.
But it was the Blood Rage clan that gave me food, a bed, it was you, who gave me a new home, a new dream, while I was in exile in the wilderness! And I, too, am willing to shed my last drop of blood for it.
"Peinhus knew how umbrellas were made, but he didn't make them or hide in the warmth of his tent.
Instead, he brought the three-headed skeleton beast, as well as the magic pet Magnus, and personally exposed himself to the pouring rain, and the front line of blood rage soldiers to share the pain and suffering.
Although there was an element of showmanship, such a move greatly boosted the barbarian soldiers' military spirit.
Looking at the same drenched, unusually wretched blood rage chief, has been exposed to the rain, and the breeding of discontent, resentment, also began to slowly dissipate - the chief are on the battlefield drenched in torrential rain, what else can he say? ---------- ------ poison bite soldiers who covered their faces, led by Poutresse, like a group of highly poisonous beasts crawling out of purgatory, the weapons in their hands, soaked in various colorful, different and terrible toxins, turned rusty and damaged.
When facing those unarmored herders, the rusty blade can easily cut through their clothes and skin, allowing countless toxins, through the blood, to invade each other's bodies.
It did not take long, one by one, the wounded gold crawler herder toxin attack, blood flesh inside, floating a cloud of varying colors of poison, four horse hooves in the severe cold and toxins, straight shivering.
The movement of wielding shields and spears also became more and more sluggish, and soon, it was the downside of the Lo, losing ground, so that other soldiers, to fill the vacant battle line As for, those wearing heavy armor elite, members of the nobility.
After being immune to the poison cloud, the male poison bite warrior indeed had no good solution but to raise his large shield, set up his spear, and fall into a lengthy attrition with his opponent in the midst of a raging storm.
And some of the girls of the Poison Bite clan, wielding a long whip tied with countless thistles, followed their leader's example and smoked a loud whip splash on the battlefield.
Putrese was in the lead, covered by dozens of chiefs' forbidden guards, wildly calling for a sound fight.
The seven-tailed poisonous whip cuts seven poisonous arcs in the rain curtain! Accompanied by seven creepy air-breaking sounds, the poison whip ruthlessly smashed above the enemy's skin, bringing up a dripping blood splash!!! "Snap! Snap! Snap!!!" Forty-nine giant poison thistles, almost ignoring the defense of the locking armor.
There are always a few needle-thin poisonous thorns, can penetrate the gaps in the chain armor, under the effect of inertia, deep into the enemy's flesh and blood, so that the golden crawler, feel the intense pain.
The seven poisonous whips were spinning like windmills in the air, being waved by Poutresse with a whirring sound! "Pop", once again flung into the face of the upper gold crawler, smashing countless poisonous blood-colored poppies! The tip of a poisonous whip, but also under the effect of inertia, around the back of the enemy's neck, sharp thistles, cut, bruising the skin there.
Spreading the poison to all his six limbs.
The other girls' fighting skills, not as skilled as Poutresse's, were afraid that the multiple whip tails, once thrown up, would accidentally injure themselves and their companions, and therefore, dared to use only one tail of the poisonous whip, which was viciously lashed to the enemy's unprotected face, and the back of the neck.
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Fighting the Poison Bite clan is slow, but, from the first wound you receive, you are on your way to irreversible defeat.
---------- ------" Abhoos! Abhoos?! Where the hell are you and your clan of dead bones? And where is the air support you promised? Hurry up and blast those poisonous scum with thunder and fire!!!" Looking at the frontal battlefield which was in a disadvantageous position, a few golden crawler nobles who were covered with wounds and in extreme distress quickly rushed back to the rear from the front line, and they were furious when they looked at the crowd hiding under the roof and roasting the fire in luxury.
We're fighting to the death under a rainstorm and you're actually hiding in the back from the rain and roasting a fire? "Sorry about that.
The weather was too bad for us to provide air support.
"Abhors sat closest to the campfire and glanced disgruntledly at the wounded warrior.
Toriya also even if, a mere gold crawler soldier, can also use this tone, questioning the chief of other clans? Other withered bone druids also look bad, a kind-hearted girl, even angry pouted red lips, stopped the chanting of healing divine magic, coldly snorted and turned her head away.
Numerous with vines, tied to her body decorated with ribs, accompanied by the druid's pace, jingling.
A more friendly druid, holding back his anger, came to the golden crawl.
All of a sudden, his huge body, began to collapse towards his head and shrink.
The slender, athletic limbs continued to shrink, the hard hooves of the horse, split into four sharp bird claws, countless dark feathers, as if springing up, scrambled out of his arms, turning into a pair of huge black feathers! The entire seven-foot-tall, one-ton human horse, in less than six seconds, transformed into a hideous black eagle with an eight-foot wingspan.
The black eagle raised a pair of bird claws, awkwardly moving on the ground, he stretched out his huge right wing, carefully approaching the edge of the shed roof - only to see that the drenching rainstorm, instantly wetting the dark feathers, countless feathers sickly tangled together, as if a dark mud puddle.
It looks distinctly wretched.
"Did you get a good look? The brothers of the Golden Crawl? This damn weather, after we turn into black eagles, we can't fly at all! Even if we could fly, we would easily be struck by the falling lightning that roams the sky!" Abhos combed his emerald green hair braid and snorted coldly at the comer.
At the same time as he spoke, just in time, there was another terrifying drop of thunder from the sky! It almost painted the small half of the sky, into a miserable white color! "The people of Dry Bones can die generously in a bloody battle, but they will never die in a foolish order.
"--------- ------- Golden Crawler and the army of Poison Bite fought for a while longer, and the Golden Crawler soldiers who remained in the front line were almost all clad in long-sleeved lockets and Hands held leather-covered wooden shields, with sharp metal blades.
In contrast, Poison Bite, with over a thousand men, only two hundred of Putrese's inner circle are capable of wearing body armor.
At the beginning, the soldiers of Poison Bite were completely suppressed by the refined spears and sharp swords of the Golden Crawler warriors.
As time passed, more and more toxin weapons, on the enemy soldiers' flesh and skin, cut a ghastly bloodstain bubbling with poison.
This equipment gap was only slowly bridged by the negative effects of the poison.
With the earth-shattering battle roar, and the clanging sound of metal colliding with each other, the battle is slowly reversing.
At the end of the day, it was the poison bitten soldiers, letting out a raspy battle cry, pressing against the golden tracks and wielding their rusty poisoned blades.
---------- ------ "Woo! Woo!" Two more sharp, shrill trumpet sounds drowned out the sound of the raging storm.
The Jin Crawler soldiers, who were charging forward, reflexively stopped their attacks, dragging their extremely tired bodies, throwing down hundreds of bloody corpses, and slowly retreating backwards.
The Poison Bite clan also suffered heavy losses, with casualties almost on par with each other.
Even the chief, Putrese, had to hold a wounded clan member and slowly retreat to the rear.
"Ahem! Cough! Cough! Chief, chief ------ me, I killed three of the golden crawler's cubs! Three! Ha! My sister, dead in Diodosia, she was shot through the throat with a bow and arrow and slowly lost her breath in front of me.
But I've put three gold-tracked families through the same pain as me! The same ordeal!" The centaur in the girl's arms let out an excited, but weak cry through the rain.
Numerous blood gushed out of the corners of his mouth and flowed slowly down his jaw.
In front of his chest, a horrible scar was cut by a long sword, and the flesh on both sides of the bloody scar, under the wash and baptism of the rainstorm, had become red and swollen.
"Don't talk, you're hurt badly, save some energy.
"The chief of the poisonous bites let out a sigh.
Looking at the Thunder Spear Chief who brushed past him, he nodded slightly.
Sandra's second son, the new chief of Thunder Spear: Saggo Thunder Spear led the way, spreading a terrifying banner of black clouds and thunder in the midst of the storm! Three thousand well-trained Thunder Spear soldiers, with a deafening pace, marching forward in a neat and orderly manner, they are like a team of constructive creatures that do not speak, but only faithfully carry out their master's orders.
Trained to take over the position of poison bite and stand at the forefront of the battlefield.
A huge shield, constructed into a solid barrier, a sharp spear, turned into a jungle of metal.
What awaits them is a round of never-before-seen, well-equipped golden crawlers on the battlefield.
Peinhus helplessly tilted his head to the dark, dim sky dome and let out a helpless sigh. The Golden Crawler had simultaneously brought out a terrifying force that could stand up to the two clans, and according to the information from the crier, they even had room to spare, setting up a massive army on the right flank of the battlefield and almost overwhelming the Gothic carabao! The most frightening thing is that the centaurs, the forbidden army with gold masks, and Toria herself, did not appear at all.
The Supreme King is obviously very patient as she continues to test her limits and look for her weaknesses.
Chapter 202: The Battle of Weeping Rain (VIII)
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The savage fearlessness that fills the entire army of blood rage, the blood rage passed down from generation to generation, and the bloodthirsty war cry to the death. Plus several generations of centaur chiefs who were personally blessed by the fear of abuse. Let the blood rage clan's fighting style, become extremely reckless. If you can't use a bow and arrow, then manipulate the halberd, battle axe kill on the end of the matter.
The Poison Bite clan, which has lived in the desert for generations, is exceptionally tough in their ** and spirit, and their patience is several times that of other clansmen. When fighting, they often rely on various poisonous fogs to weaken their opponents. Then force the enemy to exercise vigorously, so that the toxin, along with the flow of fresh blood more and more surging, and more and more heavy, rapid breathing, spread to every corner of the opponent's body, in the frontal battlefield, slowly consume the opponent.
However, the Thunder Spear clan is different, their army is disciplined and well-trained, and other savage, tyrannical centaur clan is completely two pictures, all as if they are brainless undead or constructs. It is an extension of the commander's flesh and blood and mind, and the discipline is so high that it is smacking.
"Yo! If it isn't Lego! I haven't seen you for a few months, you've become a chief!"
The densely packed army of golden crawlers suddenly parted to the sides. Eight tall, sturdy males and horses held aloft the edges of a giant beast of leather. Propping up a piece of moving shelter from the rain.
A female horse, covered with golden light, came slowly to the front line, surrounded by these eight attendants. She was covered in Persian style scale armor and horse armor. Every tiny metal scale was painted in brilliant gold, and the hem of the armor was even decorated with golden tassels.
And above that sultry, arrogant face, gold and jewels forged between the nose ring and earrings, but also connected to a tiny gold chain, accompanied by her pace, gently swaying.
"Surrender, Lego. Take your mighty soldiers of the Thunder Spear and join the Supreme King's banner in a war that Pinehurst has no chance of winning. For the sake of your mother, the chosen descendant of God, will forgive your momentary folly."
Looking in the distance, that hide under the leather of the giant beast, to hide from the wind and rain, the golden crawler general. Lego, who was fighting with his soldiers at the forefront, wiped a handful of rain from his face and gave a contemptuous scoff to the pampered noblewoman.
The young and exuberant chief simply did not want to engage in a pointless verbal battle with his mother's old friend. He waved his hand. One hundred powerful forbidden guards in human and horse armor, with black clouds of thunder adorning their chests, pulled out from their backs, one after another, a throwing spear that throbbed with thunder.
The artisans of the Thunder Spear inherited the manufacturing method of the Thunder Throwing Spear, which is the reason for their clan's name. However, because it was too complicated to manufacture and consumed too quickly. Therefore, this terrible weapon was only allowed to be used by chiefs and great nobles.
However, Lego's internal cleansing cleared out almost all the nobles, and he collected a total of six hundred javelins of thunder and distributed them to one hundred of his inner circle who had stood by his side from the beginning, from the very beginning. In a flash, one hundred warriors simultaneously stepped forward with robust hooves. With the help of charging speed, while the body leaned back, muscles like a small mountain like sturdy arms, rotated and threw a hundred javelins of arcane!
Those weapons, after leaving the user's hand, immediately rose into a beam of dazzling electricity that exploded with terrifying thunder! Lightning javelins, like a bright purple meteor, cut through the dim rain, accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder, scrambled to smash into the noblewoman's side!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The raging thunder resounded through the clouds, and the raging electric current flowed everywhere. The rain-soaked metal armor became the perfect conductor for lightning to spread. Eight golden crawlers have fallen in the mud, charred, smoking limbs continue to twitch. The leather of the giant beast that sheltered from the wind and rain was also scorched and torn into a discarded piece of junk by the thunder.
Fleur scrambled to cast a spell, wearing ten gold rings hands, opened a shield of energy covered with thunder runes, barely blocking the wild blast of the thunder spear, but the attendants around him died, exposing the pampered gold-cushioned general to the pouring rain.
"Rumble!"
With a deafening thunder boom, another long serpent of lightning fell from the sky, a majestic rainstorm, instantly drenching Flor completely. Golden scaled armor, under the wash of the rainstorm, slowly turned into the color of steel should be dyed gold rain, gurgling down her torso, in the circumference of the accumulation of a golden pond.
"Hahahaha! Behold! Toria's heartthrob, the golden Fleur, washed back to her prototype by a rainstorm! Laugh all you want!"
Sago laughed, and the military discipline of the Thunder Spear soldiers, also issued a monotonous, deadpan, but neatly mocked.
The Golden Crawler general was furious at the other side's mockery, and thousands of Golden Crawler troops, once again stepping with a pace that shook heaven and earth, launched a third round of terrifying attacks. Countless sharp spears poked each other, and countless soldiers of countless horses and men let out a loud laugh!
The fierce battle was in full swing, but Lego shook the big Thunder Spear banner that had long been wet by the rainstorm. The soldiers in the center of the battle line immediately pretended to look defeated, held up their shields and retreated slowly. Those nearby, also deliberately pretending to be defeated, intentionally or unintentionally retreat backwards.
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"Send out a summoner and tell Fleur not to get emotional! The soldiers of Thunder Spear would rather die in battle than retreat one step.
Look at the sides of the thunder spears, not a single ripple! It's a trap, a trap where Peinhers used the terrible discipline of the Thunder Spear soldiers to deliberately lure the enemy deeper and eat them in one bite! Let the center of her army hold on for help and take the lead in attacking the sides of the Thunder Spear."
At the back of the army, the Supreme King, who had been observing the battlefield, issued an icy command.
"Your will."
A human horse cloaked in a golden silk cloak immediately rushed out of the warm command camp and galloped towards the front line. However, he just ran halfway, the surrounding air suddenly distorted and deformed, if the summoner is a caster, he will definitely feel the extremely strong arcane fluctuations.
The golden robe was slightly stagnant in the rainstorm. The eyes suddenly became extremely dull, and a pair of beautiful and radiant eyes like rubies were suddenly reflected in his mind. The summoner looked around in bewilderment, but did not see the beautiful pair of bloodshot eyes again.
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Flor looked at the "defeated" Thunder Spear army, as well as the huge gap in the battle line, also some hesitation, although, her heart was occupied by a burning anger, Thunder Spear clan humiliation, so she wanted to kill Sago that pony, to vent the anger of the heart.
However, to be chosen by the Supreme King, to be able to stand out among thousands of people and become a sole general of the Golden Cushion. Such a person could not be a fool. She likewise sees the great potential danger that follows the opportunity.
If you lead a heavily armored unit, follow this gap, cut through the enemy's lines, thousands of gold crawler herders, and then swarm into the enemy's defenses, you can absolutely crush the enemy's lines!
The Blood Rage, which was already at a numerical disadvantage, would have lost the battle once it lost its reliable formation and was pounded by the Golden Crawler's heavy cavalry on the endless grassland. However, if the pace of the assaulting troops is intercepted ------
"General Flor! General Flor!"
Suddenly, the army swept around to the sides, allowing a soaked horse and man to rush up to the noblewoman. He was draped in an expensive cloak made of woven gold silk. The golden robe, which had absorbed rainwater, clung to the back of the crier with deadly force.
"The Supreme King has an order."
Behind the army, a small, dark figure cowered in the corner of the golden crawl camp, whispering under the pouring rain.
Along with the writhing of her lips and tongue, the drenched, golden-robed man turned a little dull. The brown eyes, gradually transformed to a bright blood color.
"To, the Supreme King, by order."
The summoner spoke in a raw voice.
"The retreat of the Thunder Spear was fraudulent, but the Chosen One believes in your strength."
The dark figure murmured a whisper.
The gold-robed man opened his mouth and began to speak fluently.
"The retreat of the Thunder Spear is fraudulent, but the Chosen Descent, believes in your strength. She believes you can take this opportunity to cut through these traitorous lines with a flourish. Bring a resounding victory to me! Fleur! As a reward, I will order you, to take Gurvya's place as the next leader of the forbidden army. Become an existence above all men and below all men!"
"Your will!!!"
Hearing the Supreme King's generous promise, Fleur's body trembled with joy! She raised her arms and summoned all the elites in iron armor, and a large, wet golden banner gathered in response, charging forward with unstoppable force! Hundreds and thousands of gold-clad elites in heavy armor, led by Fleur, chased the defeated soldiers of the Thunder Spear, like a fragile tentacle, sinking deep into the center of the enemy line.
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"The rain washed away the hoof prints of that golden robe, cut, what a nuisance."
The small, thin, pitch-black figure grunted in dissatisfaction and slowly stepped forward against the hoofprints of the crier. Fortunately, the golden-robed man had not been gone long. The remnants of the hoofprints, which had not yet been washed away by the rainstorm, made the search somewhat more difficult, but not impossible to complete.
Finally, she found what she was looking for: a female centaur wearing golden steel and wooden armor, covered in green vines, with tree branches on either side of her helmet, as majestic and powerful as deer antlers.
Her left hand, holding a gold-cast eagle-headed staff, two oval-shaped sapphires, like a pair of sharp eagle eyes, emitting a terrifying arcane glow. The longsword in her right hand, like the sky at this moment, along with the rampant current, from time to time burst out a burst of low thunder.
Chapter 203: The Battle of Weeping Rain (IX)
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War, killing, blood, and wild laughter.
Thousands of heavily armored warriors with golden shoes were like a sharp steel sword, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, ruthlessly plunging into the flesh and blood of the Thunder Spear clan. Along with a "Hail to the Supreme King" terrifying battle cry, an iron axe, sharp blade, in the rain curtain cut a killing arc, a lance, short spear, in the armor stabbed a crimson blood, a group of arcane, divine light, in the battlefield erupted a scene of terror!
This is also thanks to the well-trained Thunder Spear clan. If other brave, but disciplined clans, in order to lure the enemy deep into feigning defeat, perhaps, will be completely disrupted by a wave of Golden Crawler's charge, the planned retreat, into a bottomless rout.
Rather, Thunder Spear also lost hundreds of valiant warriors in this drama. It was only with the support of the heavy javelins of the blood rage barbarians and the chain lightning of the wind howler warl that they were barely able to get a respite.
Lego immediately stopped the retreating horses' hooves and blew the long trumpet of war. A solid shield, re-joined into a neat wall. A sharp spear, accompanied by a dense sea of javelins, and a thick current of hissing and roaring, stopped the advancing steps of the golden horses' hooves!
Fleur's greatest fear, or happened. The momentum of their charge was stifled by the baptism of hundreds of sturdy javelins, by the blast of successive lightning bolts, and by the defense line reconstructed by the soldiers of the Thunder Spear, with steel and flesh and blood.
The Thunder Spear men and horses on the two flanks began to contract like the center. A large number of Blood Fury barbarian soldiers took over the defense of the front line - they were surrounded. Some of the Poison Bite Centaurs whose faces were covered with cloth even threw a terrifying poison cloud at themselves, here!
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"PAP TAP!!!"
Toria viciously shattered the drinking vessel in her hand. Under the golden mask, that beautiful face, was angry with a layer of gray gloom.
"What's that Fleur doing? I even sent a summoner to warn her not to pursue! Even the wolves on the steppe wouldn't fall for such an obvious trap! If she's really not even as intelligent as an animal, then use her livestock, her property, to come to me in exchange for a headband of intelligence to put on!"
God's chosen descendant lashing out and scolding, under the fearful silence of the attendants on the left and right, slowly regained his composure, although angry, but, caught in the heavy siege of Flor, attacking the car fortress of Coles, and the bloody battle with the poisonous bite Charrosa, as the three great generals of the Golden Crawler clan, respectively, commanding three thousand golden crawler warriors and herdsmen!
Nearly one-third of the population was wiped out in one breath. Even the wealthy Gold Crawler clan could not afford such heavy losses. The Chosen Descendants reformulated their plan, and Coles took the remaining Gold Crawlers and evacuated the crumbling, but extremely resilient, fortress wall. On the right flank of the battlefield, nearly a thousand bloodied and miserable corpses were left behind. More than a thousand warriors of Tasmaal and Golden Crawler closed their eyes forever on this land.
On the other hand, Bloodrage's side only lost two to three hundred goth soldiers. As for the gnomes - can the death of gnomes be called death? That's called daily attrition.
The battle between Charrosa and the Poison Bite clan was also exceptionally bitter. More than half of the casualties on Putrese's side, the 1,000 clansmen who escaped from Diodosia, now only 400 wounded warriors, barely have the ability to fight.
And Charrosa also lost more than five hundred men, one thousand five hundred herdsmen were infected by the poisonous mist and temporarily incapacitated. One thousand elites and nobles clad in lockets, also infested with varying degrees of toxins, lay weak and helpless, receiving treatment from the Druids of Dead Bones.
"Have Tasmar's men, hold the right flank of the carabao, and don't attack! Let the scum who are willing to be ridden by the goblins stand far away and just hold the two-legged beasts in check. Tell Coles to take his men and withdraw back for repairs."
The Supreme King took off his golden antler mask and his right index finger, rotating gently on his temple, relieved the pain in his brain.
"Tell Chief Gorel to have her Grey Mane Clan, charge one more time on the front battlefield! Inside and out, take Fleur's army and relieve them all."
"Your will."
Two more golden-robed men bent their knees and solemnly took the order from the Supreme King.
"Wait--"
Suddenly, Toria seemed to understand something and told the two criers to stay put for now.
"Detach two squads of forbidden troops. Protect the crier and move together. Fleur is not reckless. On the contrary, she is long-sleeved and calculating. It is possible that something has happened to the herald - damn Piana! What the hell was her poet-dead doing! The night before the war, they actually disappeared into thin air!"
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, a loud noise attracted everyone's attention. A gorgeous meteor of flame, rising from the ground, exploded in the midst of a violent storm! The flames of the arcane, like a burning cloud, spurted out in all directions, in the dim battlefield, like a thousand suns as dazzling!
"Toria's in that place! Christian found her!!!"
In the distance, Pinehurst and Christina clenched the handle of their halberds in excitement, and Henneville raised an elegant, slim, pitch-black arm and shot a basketball-sized, extremely unstable explosive fireball up into the sky! In the thunderstorm, exploded a second figure extremely splendid fire cloud! Heralding the beginning of the counterattack.
"BOOM!!!"
Watching the dimly lit raging storm, two successive flames of arcane fire explode, and a third meteor of flame, also exploding in the far west!
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"Who just set off that fireball? There's a spy inside the tent! The forbidden army! Search the entire camp! Catch the traitor who cast the spell!!!"
The Chosen Hind nervously put on his golden mask, sword in one hand, staff in the other, and went on alert.
"One exploded above my head, one exploded in the sky above Blood Rage, and one in the grasslands to the west ------ ha! Peinhus, are you going to throw your weight around and rush to my face for a decapitation operation??? With the help of the dim rain and very poor vision, and also quietly withdrew part of the army, to the western grasslands, ready to encircle me, pincer attack??"
The God-chosen descendant laughed in anger.
"Change the order! Tell Coles to take his men and go to where the third fireball exploded! Eat that army! It's an open pasture there, I'd like to see how many men you can draw out to block the relentless onslaught of my Golden Crawlers!!!"
"Your will be done!" The golden-robed men, each under the protection of ten forbidden soldiers, raced off into the distance.
"Tell Abhorus! Tell his withered bone druids to stop healing! Pull back all of them and maintain the tent's defense. Don't waste your precious divine arts in front of rescuing the wounded."
The Golden Crawler chief secretly calculates, one thousand human and horse armored Golden Crawler forbidden guards, one thousand druids, what exactly he Pinehurst has the ability to defeat such a scale of terrifying defense? As long as you don't make mistakes, slowly consume, the scales of victory will, with the passage of time, slowly, slowly, tilt closer to you.
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Slightly forward in time
That day, after defeating the bard and becoming the new chief of the Blood Fury clan, Peinhers also found Christian's head, dominated by the spell of enchantment and confusion control. Using the demons and weaknesses of Anna's eldest daughter's mind, Peinhers slowly destroyed her mental defenses, constantly whispering the whispers of evil dragons in the bard's ears. Eventually, triggered this horrible civil war.
Free from domination, Christian fell to his knees in disbelief and looked around him unbelievably - his twin sister collapsed unconscious on the ground. And the head of the marauders who grew up playing with him: Curonian. Even more, he fell in a pool of blood! His own body, stained with the blood of his clan!!!
The surrounding clan looks at their own eyes, become more cold and indifferent.
If, before, the Blood Fury clan, only saw her as a colt that could not grow up, a useless liability. Now, then, the clan that was once still willing to help her, has taken Christian, as the clan's enemy.
Although the pale centaur and his twin sister, are willing to forgive themselves. Deterred by the high to terrifying prestige of the two, the other centaurs, too, could not say anything else. Only with the constant digging hoof, and a cold grunt, to express their grievances.
After all, it is indisputable that the other side is controlled by magic.
But Christian refuses to be forgiven. The bard, who was discriminated against as a child, became more and more extreme and radical in his personality after gaining enough power to crush others. Even towards himself.
She left the side of her sister and her beloved once again, using illusion and re-disguising the appearance of enchanted magic. She was able to deceive the inspection of the poet deceased. She vowed not to return to her twin sister's side until she had made up for the mistake she had made.
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Odawilim Tide Song. High elven **master, standing in the empty grassland, looking up at the beautiful mass of flaming meteors in the sky dome, slightly raised a sneer full of mockery.
An army to the west? There was no army to the west, it was just a front to distract the Golden Crawler. Tide Song waved his wrinkled right hand, cut open an arcane doorway in the rainstorm, and walked slowly into it to join the main force of Pinehurst. Leaving Coles, a vast and endless muddy meadow.
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"Those Golden Crawlers, for now, are surrounded by Thunder Spear's brothers! Now, we only have to face Gorel's Grey Mane mercenaries! Hurry! Gather up!"
Seizing the moment, Peinhus assembled all the heavily armored troops in the Blood Fury clan, clad in iron armor. More than one thousand centaur barbarians wearing Roman lockets, barbarian chain armor, grassland mixed armor, and even Persian scale armor, wielding long halberds and carrying heavy throwing spears. Under a mass of blood-colored banners as dazzling as flames, clouds gathered to respond!
Two hundred Wind Howler Warlocks, under Orakil's thunderous call, joined the Pale Centaur's assault with Hennevil and Tide Song as a spell-aiding force. Sixty hill giants were urgently transferred back from the right flank. Throwing boulders as long-range assistance in a stormy day when bows and arrows could not be used.
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"Squeak-"
With a groan of painful planking, a huge elven warship, gothic fishing boat, under the cover of the storm, down the black sea, hard southward gallop, they in the first ball of fire blast where anchor and dock. Eight hundred horses covered with weapons, armor, and even coat are black look half-human half-horse, have fled the angry sea, step on the wet beach.
"Rumble!!!"
With the deafening sound of thunder, hundreds and thousands of hideous and terrifying thunder snakes, dancing wildly in the sky again! The darkness of the beach shone like daylight! The black banner, which was in the midst of the storm, had its teeth and claws open, depicting a bloody mouth with horrible fangs in bone white.
Chapter 204: Battle of the Weeping Rain (X)
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"The Scarlet Skull Banner, the one fighting us, is Christina's Blood Rage Barbarian Soldiers again?"
Gorel narrowed his good-looking eyes and surveyed the opponent in front of him through the hazy rain.
Strangely enough, these people and horses wielding halberds in front of them are wearing tattered light armor, or even animal furs. Physique is also relatively thin, rouge blazing horse proud of heavy armor fearless, none, appear in the frontal battlefield - before those barbarian soldiers in chain armor, but to their own gray mane mercenaries, caused a lot of damage.
"Chief! Look where!"
Suddenly, a soldier's shout drew Gorel's full attention. She followed the clan's finger and looked into the distance - only to see that a female horse clad in Chimera skins and a male horse with fur as pale as ice and snow walked shoulder to shoulder to the forefront of the battlefield.
"Peinhus! Christina!"
The gray mane chief grinned happily. Reflecting the pupils of the two horses and men became dramatically larger: where is the enemy, it is clearly two piles of gold walking on four hooves!!!
"Skerritt is on top! We are rich! The Supreme King has decreed that if you capture or kill this pair of lovebirds alive, you will receive gold equal to their weight! Brothers and sisters! Charge with me!!!"
The surrounding gray-maned soldiers, after hearing the chief's words, breathed significantly heavier, and their eyes became more and more greedy and belligerent.
In the previous battle, Gorel understood the opponent's power: the terrifying strength of the top ten clansmen and horses, together with the heavy weapon held in both hands, the halberd once wielded, wide open moves almost unstoppable, therefore, she specially selected two Persian scimitar. Want to close combat, with a stormy and swift attack, to achieve the ultimate victory.
"Rumble!!!"
Countless hideous and terrifying thunder and lightning pythons, like a giant tree of the sky upside down, descending from the sky again! The terrifying power of the natural disaster was announced. Along with this horrible thunderstorm, Gorel gathered all the elite of the Grey Mane Clan and roared at the two leaders of the Blood Rage!
"Swish-la!!!"
Gorel was in the lead as she tilted her delicate jaws, the upper half of her human body, but bent ninety degrees downward, almost parallel to the horse's back! The air resistance brought about by running is reduced to a minimum. The heavy Roman chain armor and oriental scale armor, as if they were two layers of close-fitting cloth, could not hinder the gray mane chief, that terrifying speed.
Like a gray falcon, Gorel swoops down on his prey! One hundred feet, fifty feet, twenty feet!
Looking at the terrifying attack of the Grey Mane Clan, the rouge blazing horse, clad in Chimera battle armor, hastily erected its sharp halberd in an attempt to counter the enemy's unstoppable and terrifying charge.
But Chief Gray Mane's beautiful face, which was covered with rain and mud, suddenly revealed a hideous smile. The four slender, robust gray horse hooves instantly fell to their knees. The whole body was short, dodging the blade of the blood rage halberd! Knees still under inertia, still sliding forward in the mud! The whole horse, instantly rushed between Christina's four hooves!
"HISSRA!!!"
Two sharp scimitar, with the force of the charge, fiercely cut in Christina's defenseless soft horse belly, and with the inertia of the charge, continue to slash forward, tearing the enemy's **, thirsty for the blood of the opponent!
With the chilling sound of metal rubbing against flesh and blood, Gorel wielded two scimitars and slashed from the front of the rouge horse's chest to its hindquarters! The tangled intestines, various organs, along with warm blood, gurgled out along the wound torn by the scimitar, showering the six limbs of the grey mane chief!
"Ha! Hahahaha! I defeated Christina! I killed the Chief of Blood Rage!!! Among the Ten Tribes, besides the Supreme King, which other chieftain is my opponent??"
Gorel, who was bathed in blood and guts, held back the pain in his knees, rose from the ground in excitement, and howled loudly with joy!
But what amazed her was - seeing the chief fall in battle, angry or scared: why these blood rage barbarian soldiers nearby, did not appear a trace of emotional fluctuations? Her companion, the white horse with a snow-white body, face, look, also did not appear any shaking?
"Gorel, you are a formidable foe! A mighty warrior! A loyal servant! I admire you! However, you act too recklessly: this is your, and your clan's, greatest weakness."
The "white horse" mocked the bloodied gray-maned chief. Suddenly, with a distortion of light, his coat returned to normal: just an ordinary miscellaneous colored human horse. And the corpse on the ground - wait, Christina's body was red, but the four hooves, but as deep and dark as the night, and the corpse's four hooves, but the color of blood!
Bait! It's a trap!!!
"There! That troublemaker fell for it! Now that Blood Fury, Grey Mane are fighting and killing each other in close quarters, it won't be that easy for her to get away! This is our last chance!"
Listening to the information brought back by the little devil, Peinhers raised his arms and gave a final pre-battle speech to the 1,200 men who participated in the decapitation operation, boosting everyone's morale
"Brothers and sisters! Today! We will kill our way through the Golden Crawl's defenses in one fell swoop! Today! We will face the most powerful golden minions of Toria! Today! We will cut off the head of that tyrantess! We will end her reign! Blood for blood, revenge for revenge! Today! Each and every one of our feats will be recorded by the bards in the annals of history for all time! To be sung for all time! AlanNure Skerritt!!!"
"AlanNure Pinehurst!!!"
One thousand two hundred heavily armored men and horses raised the weapons in their hands and roared to the sky! The terrifying battle roar even overshadowed the terrifying thunder!
"Fleur! You punk, what are you dumbfounded about? Do it!!! Immediately!!!"
"Yes, master."
The king of the hill giants, cowering in fear in the face of the centaur's scolding, then straightened his chest against his fellow countrymen, vented his grievances in angrier, meaner words, and directed the actions of the sixty hill giants.
Only to see, these dirty and ugly giants, carrying a basket of boulders, striding towards the front with a pace that made everything tremble, they learned the correct way of throwing under the teaching of Peinhus - standing on tiptoe, twisting their waist and firing their wrists, so that the power of throwing stones was maximized! One by one, the boulders cut an arc of death through the rain curtain and smashed heavily into the center of the gray maned hordes! Splashing countless more scarlet poppies!
After the giant rocks hit the ground and smashed the horses and men into a bloody pulp, they would still roll forward under inertia, plowing a bloody furrow in the dense army of horses and men.
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"Now is the time! Charge!!!"
With a terrifying rate of one shot per ten seconds, the hill giant poured down more than 1,080 calf-sized boulders on the proposed area in three minutes! Under this terrifying fire coverage like a mountain torrent, the gray maned horses were directly knocked dumbfounded, screaming, shoving, crying and fleeing in all directions!
The boulder-strewn grasslands also limited the enemy's formation, and when the Blood Rage barbarians launched their unstoppable cluster charge, they barely encountered any decent obstacles!
"Shit! Damn it! DAMN!!! Painehurst! Face my blade head on if you have the guts! Come back to me!!!"
The Gray Mane Chief on the other end let out a furious roar. She stood on top of the corpses of the blood rage barbarians, wielding a pair of blood-soaked scimitars, and roared to the sky!
The single thin scimitar, like the wind is as swift as a sea of corpses, but as heavy as a sharp axe, strong armor, in front of the cold blade, as if the cloth is thin and useless.
She was left behind to break the back of the blood rage barbarians, and hill giants surrounded by death, surrounded by a dense crowd of people, Gorel in this crowded battlefield, almost impossible to move!
"Woo! Woo!"
Chief Gray Mane blew two sharp, mournful horns in succession. Trying to lead the retreat and stop the Blood Rage elites who were heading straight for the Supreme King.
However, the last time she managed to withdraw, it was because the Blood Rage barbarian soldiers wanted to maintain the stability of the battle line to avoid being completely crushed by the Golden Crawler army that was twice as large as their own, and they just didn't dare to chase after them.
At this moment, countless people and horses even turned on the bloody fury in order to stop the gray falcon's pace! They knew they were no match for Gorel, but they still launched a deadly charge against the gray falcon! A bloodthirsty roar is frightening, a cloud of scarlet smoke to the clouds!
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I don't know how long it took, but the gray-haired horses and men around me grew thinner and thinner, and eventually disappeared completely. Pinehurst wiped a handful of face from the blood and rain, mixed together with the sticky liquid. He breathed a little bit of relief. The Gray Mane Clan's line had been cut through, and the remaining clansmen, in cooperation with the hill giants, would hold back this terrible falcon of Gorel.
Golden Crawler sat with three great generals and 10,000 healthy children. However, Coles' three thousand troops, led by the fireball spell to the western wilderness, Flor's three thousand army fell into the trap of the Thunder Spear Clan, surrounded by Lego's bronze wall, Charles Stone and the poison bite clan a fierce battle, although only lost more than 500 people, but, the remaining soldiers all poisoned, and in the violent movement, so that the toxin crawled all over their body every corner! In a short time, all lost the ability to fight.
Now, the only thing that can protect Toria is the 1,000 forbidden troops in her hands, as well as Abhoos' clan of dead bones. Hmph, Abhoos, that godly man ------
Thinking of that long-lost old friend, Peinhus revealed a confident smile. He admired the back of his left hand, the black star with eight awnings: the raging and surging chaotic energy was riding recklessly above the path of the eight heavens, in the name of the four gods.
Chapter 205: The Battle of Weeping Rain (XI)
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"Supreme King! It's not good! About a thousand heavily armored men and horses have cut through the Gray Mane's defenses! They are charging straight towards your tent! The explosion of flame constructed by arcane magic just now has exposed your position to the eyes of those traitors!"
Peinhus's loud raid was naturally noticed by the Golden Crawler's scouts. Panicking, they ran to the God's Chosen Descendant and reported the gravity of the situation to Toria, who was on high.
Ever since the Second Diodosian War, the Supreme King's behavior habits, have changed dramatically. She prefers to sit in the rear and command the army, rather than personally charging into battle and fighting alongside the warriors: the last time she charged in the forefront, she was almost torn apart completely by the legendary leader of the werewolves: the fanged claws of Horus. After the war, it was even laid up for two months to fully recover.
"Abhors, your Supreme King, commands you to lead all the Dead Bone Rituals, with your entire army, to block Pinehurst's desperate, and ridiculous, death-defying fight head-on."
Tolya lazily lying on a humanoid cat face, pale golden fur on top of, not moving to speak. Underneath the golden mask, a pair of silver eyes, but emitting an extremely dangerous light, staring deadly at the chief of the dead bones.
"Putting my clan to the wind and dueling with Peinhus? Is she testing my loyalty? It's also true that Clan Bloodfury was introduced and joined the council by me, and the relationship between the two clans privately, is very good - heh, mare!"
Deep inside, Abhors rolled his eyes at Toria's distrustful and tentative move. But on the outside, he still put on a loyal look.
"Your will, my queen."
"Very well."
Looking at Chief Deadbone agreeing to her request without hesitation, Toriya's tone eased a lot.
"Do not be afraid, Abulhos. I will draw six hundred-man squads from the forbidden army to encircle and surround this traitor who, in desperation, has fallen into madness from both flanks. Your clan of withered bones will not bear much damage."
Abhors nodded, from the warm tent, stepped into the hazy rain, more than a thousand druids dressed in animal furs, covered with vines, tied with pale ribs, as bone armor, gathered under a large banner of terror - emerald green base above the countless white bones, stacked into a huge tree with branches and leaves.
"The giant white bone tree, it's Abhors!"
A few sharp-eyed druids were the first to spot the totem of dead bones. Immediately, they prepared for battle. Deadbone was the first Centaur clan Bloodrage met. They were sparse in numbers, but the druids were terrifyingly numerous, making them both powerful allies and terrifying enemies.
In the midst of the fierce storm, three hundred powerful Dead Bone Druids, along with seven hundred sacrificial apprentices, chanted arcane incantations at the same time. Only to see, the curtain of rain in front of the Dead Bones formation, by the dense divine energy, completely distorted and changed! A vibrant emerald green doorway, appeared out of thin air!
More than seven hundred grassland dire wolves, along with three hundred sturdy black bears, accompanied by cruel, bloodthirsty beasts roar, scrambled out of the summoned spell, and under the manipulation of the druids, swarmed to kill the legions of blood rage!
"Abhoos! It's been a long time, and you start off with a gift like that? Brothers and sisters in the front row! Raise your halberds! Men in the back row! Aim at the black bears and fire your javelins!"
Pinehurst cut a cry and raised his heavy halberd with both hands flat, its sharp tip, right at the vast herd of beasts.
"Ow-"
The terrifying wolves roared to the sky, and they were like an overwhelming grey and white wave, sweeping through the entire muddy grassland! Their sharp paws stomped fiercely, and their athletic bodies rose up like arrows from the string! Turned into a terrifying meteor! The hideous and gruesome bloody mouth, as well as inside the dagger-like sharp fangs, straight to the throat of the centaur!
"Pfft!"
Pinehurst took a slight step back, unloading the force of the impact coming from the halberd. Even the elite cavalry in heavy armor did not dare to impact the array of spears head-on, let alone the brainless beasts. The harder the dire wolves charged, the more they were injured when they crashed into the halberd.
For example, the wolf in front of him a flying lunge, sharp halberd head, just poked its right eye, the tip of the gun in the role of inertia, deep into the skull of the beast, crimson blood, mixed with yellow brain matter, like a broken tide spurted in all directions, splashed all over the body of the blood rage chief.
The same thing happened in every corner of the battlefield. The terrifying wolves, trying to use the force of the charge to bite off the throats of the men and horses, but they crashed on top of a slender war halberd and were crushed by the reaction force brought by the charge, and their heads were broken and bloodied, and their bodies were scattered all over the field.
The back row of blood rage warriors, but also threw like a swarm of locusts like dense heavy javelins, focusing on those powerful black bears, many natural allies, even without rushing to the front of the blood rage formation, they shook the body full of thrown spears, scaly body, unwillingly fell on top of the pool of blood.
Looking at the charging herd of beasts dead and wounded, Pinehurst hastily pulled out a roll of tanned sheepskin, mouthed the words, and all of a sudden, the leather glowed with a dazzling blue light, decomposing and rising into pure arcane energy, and with the blood rage chief as the center, twisting, flying, circling, and instantly held up an invisible force field shield.
"Stop the attack, I'll go and have a word with my old friend."
"Bargaining? You still want to negotiate after all this fighting?"
Hennevil rode atop a sturdy white horse with long, well-proportioned thighs that clamped down on its spine. The draconic elf frowned in confusion and looked at the pale warlock beside him.
"I throw two fireball spells, in the midst of those dead bone centaurs, explode two openings, everyone charge, a wave of reckless past!
The three thousand men and horses of Coles, at any moment, could discover the trap in the west and return to Toria's side with fire. Gorel's gray mane, and the three thousand golden crawlers trapped by the thunder spear, are also in danger of getting out! We've bet everything we have for this raid, and we don't have much time at all!"
"If I can convince this godly man to give way, then more time will be saved for everyone! Teacher! Don't worry about it, I have put me! And, I won't take too long."
After saying that, Chief Blood Fury took the lead, trampling on the corpses of the gray wolves and black bears, and rushed to the center of the battlefield, facing more than a thousand pairs of vigilant eyes, waving the great banner of the Scarlet Skull in the rainstorm.
"Abhors! Why did you join Toria's camp? To slaughter your own countrymen for that woman?! Come out and face me!"
The withered bone priests were silent for a while, if it wasn't for the damn rainstorm that drenched the strings of their longbows, they would have definitely sent a thousand sharp feathered arrows to the chief of blood rage.
However, at this moment, in addition to those high-ranking priests, others, there is no effective means of long-range attack. And those at the beginning, followed Abhorses withered bone druids, also with the blood rage clan, side by side for a long time, facing the former comrades, also some hesitation.
Just then, along with a dazzling flash and nourishing vines, Abhors descended in the center of the army of dead bones.
The dead bone chief's coat color, is extremely rare dark green color. The gray skin of the human body, but dull, as if long dead undead corpse, let people creepy. A head of long, silky light green hair, was tied into countless tiny hair braids, neatly crawled all over the head, eventually converging on the back of the head, tied into a playful and lovely ponytail.
Under the pale green hair braid, above the clear, handsome gray face. A pair of turquoise demonic eyes, like two bright and moving lakes, swirling with a surplus of autumn light, in the midst of a fierce storm, a refreshing smile to himself - this picture, in addition to the pounding rain, like the daytime when the two met.
"Do you want to know why both of them, Holy Fire Kazan, and Toria, the chosen descendant of God, are so anxious to start a civil war, so anxious to call themselves the Supreme King? So anxious to unite the clans under their own banner? Brother?"
Abhos sighed softly.
"Sacred Fire, as a priest of Skerritt, has a powerful prophetic ability that is beyond the reach of most druids. He foretells the destruction and end of our species, the neighing of war horses, which will be drowned out by the howling of wolves that shake the sky - unless, we can be united under the same banner. Together, we will fight the enemy."
"So, after enlisting three clans, Sacred Fire couldn't wait to make itself king in the north. Three months later, Toriya and I. Together, we cracked the code of Ka'an - so that mare, too, overwhelmed by fear, tore away her amiable disguise and eagerly swept away all her political enemies."
The neighing of war horses is gradually drowned out by the wolf howl that shakes the sky ------
Numerous cold beads of sweat, instantly slipped out of the temples of Peinhers, mixed with the sky of rain, slowly falling down.
That dark night, that mysterious deity, that eerie voice, gave him the same prophecy, showing the same picture - the army of centaurs that would be completely crushed by the bloodthirsty wolves.
A flag symbolizing history and glory will be torn into pieces by the fanged claws, and the powerful chiefs will be devoured one by one by the giant pale green wolf, and everything they hold dear will eventually turn into dust of nothingness.
"But the prophecy does not state, who. Is the real Supreme King!!!"
Hearing the words of the Chief of Withered Bones, the Chief of Blood Rage suddenly had an inspiration, he raised his left hand high, and the black stars of the eight mangles, shone with a brilliant light!
It was midday, and in the midst of this fierce storm, there was actually a beam of brilliant golden sunlight that pierced and poked through the dim clouds, focusing all of his warm and terrifying heat on Painehurst's left hand!
At this moment, amidst the thunderstorm for a thousand miles, only the Blood Rage Chief's hooves were covered by the brilliant sunlight. The brilliant, warm sunlight, which was so out of place in the dim, humid battlefield, immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Behold! Aboujos! As you can see! I am a warlock, but, at this moment, without using any scrolls, or any wands, I can use the divine power of a priest! Skerrit grants me the power to use sacred spells!"
Looking at a crowd of stunned druids, Peinhers put on an unmistakable pious look under the shining sun.
With a wave of his left hand, the sun's rays gathered in the black star of the eight manes spurted out from his hand like a tidal wave! Like a dazzling meteor, it sliced through the gray rain and illuminated half of the sky! Under the hooves of the withered bones, a huge deep crater of incomparable blazing heat and emitting white smoke was blasted out.
At the same time, the golden crown, shining with a light pink light, the right hand of the blood rage chief, instantly sent a huge phantom image of the void: that is a white and brown, incomparably handsome tall human horse. Under the long silver hair, above the handsome face, a pair of golden eyes, as if two bright gold!
The gigantic figure, with his hands gently holding up a golden crown set with nine jewels, incomparably gorgeous, slowly walked towards Peinhus, his hands slowly sinking, so that the brilliant crown, closer and closer to the top of Chief Bloodrage's head. Eventually, the illusory golden crown, and his white hair above the sorcery crown, fused into one, no longer distinguishable from each other.
"The priest's third-ring divine spell, Scorching Light ------ you ------ this is impossible! How is this possible?!"
Abhors has long lost his previous composure, he grew his jaw in astonishment, slender four hooves, and trembling gently!
"As you can see, old friend."
Looking in front of him, the excited almost kneeling dark green centaur, Pinehurst reverently folded his hands and accepted the illusory, unbelievable crowning.
"I, too, have hair as pale as snow and ice! But it was I who found the crown of the Supreme King! I am the one who was blessed by Skerritt! I am the one who can communicate with our gods! It is I, who can use the divine magic of the sun!!! The Son of Prophecy was, from the beginning, me, Peinhus! And not some chosen descendant of God!
Toriya? She's just a descendant of Tomiris, blessed by her ancestors! I, on the other hand, am Skerritt's re-chosen divine champion in this age! Skerritt has chosen me to be your Supreme King!!!"
"Now, kneel to me and pledge your allegiance! In this way, I will absolve you of the folly of the withered bone sacrifice, and I will lead our brothers and sisters to break the shackles of prophecy and march into a new era! Our kingdom, shall rise again!!!"
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