Chapter 206: The Battle of Weeping Rain (XII)
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Brilliant beams of light pierce the dim clouds! The vapors of the gods, offering crowns of gold!
The Deadbone clan consists of a group of druids who believe in Skerritt. The culture of their clan is tied to religious worship, and rituals, and each foal, from birth, lives and thrives in this unique religious atmosphere, imbued with the Skerritt faith.
Therefore, when the priests saw the divine magic performed by Pinehurst, the constructed illusion, the druids were all trembling on all fours with excitement, and lost their voices in tears! Some elderly priests, even old tears, devoutly kneeled on the battlefield! Greeting the new generation of divinely chosen champions!
They once thought that they might not see the rise of the centaurs themselves. But after hundreds of ghastly winters, at the end of these old men's lives, their gods, finally heard their own pious and desperate call! For the entire race, crowned a new supreme king.
"Chief! It's possible that this is a trick! Maybe Pinehurst seized the method of advancement for the priest profession after defeating Sacred Fire! He was secretly learning how to sense divine magic without our knowledge!"
An aged, dead-boned centaur stretched out a large, bony hand. Grabbed the shoulder of Abhorses and shook him hard to wake him up from the trance.
"And, he keeps a bunch of human priests in captivity! Yes, he uses divine magic, but that may not have been given by Skerritt!"
"Joke! That was a three-ring divine technique just now! Three rings! Who could reach the level of casting a three-ring divine spell in just three months? Not only that, in three months, his spellcasting ability as a warlock is still rising like crazy! Do you think this is possible?"
Chief Deadbone was excited with every hair on his body trembling gently.
"There can be no mistake, the man of prophecy is Painehas! He was crowned, by our gods, as the true Supreme King!"
"The Supreme King! The Supreme King! The Supreme King!"
The druids raised their staffs and weapons in excitement, offering a sky-shaking cheer for the birth of the new king.
Not only the godly clan of dead bones, Pinehurst's set of vocal speeches, coupled with subtle illusions and mysterious and dangerous chaotic energy, even his allies beside him, were frightened by this vision.
"The Supreme King! The Supreme King! Supreme King!!!"
The loyal Blood Fury Fearless, also raised their battle halberds high in their hands, corresponding to the Dead Bone Clan, that roar of excitement. Gradually, even the Wind Howler Warlock, infected by this frenzied wave, joined the cheers!
The reversal of Deadbone caught the Chosen Hind off guard. The six hundred forbidden troops were originally divided into two parts, and took the lead in moving towards the two flanks of Peinhus, trying to cooperate with Abhohos' druids and surround Bloodrage's assault force on three sides.
However, Peinhus immediately divided his army, into two halves, and met the forbidden army's front head-on. Along with the allegiance of Abhors, the Withered Bones clan also split into two teams and chased after the charging Golden Crawler army!
At this moment, these two forbidden troops are surrounded by Blood Fury and Dead Bones back and forth!
In front of them was a blood-colored banner, a terrifying halberd, a hideous and brutal bloodthirsty war cry that overshadowed the thunder of the sky! Behind them was a fanatical religious devotee, a divine pulse of terrifying power!
"Sure enough, this trick can only fool the religious priests of dead bones, ah, the wind howling centaurs of Orakil, are infected by the frenzy, while those golden crawlers of the forbidden army, are simply indifferent to my performance."
Peinhus cut a sound. Mobilizing the blood and flesh inside, the vast arcane energy. The icy and piercing coldness coalesced between his five fingers.
The Blood Rage Chief held his five fingers in an imaginary grip and once again raised his left hand above his head. This time, the biting cold wind, pushing more silver and gray clouds, came from far away. It instantly coalesced over the Golden Crawlers. The forbidden troops only felt a chill all over their bodies and raised their heads in amazement - the majestic rain, after passing through the cold arcane clouds, instantly froze into terrifyingly cold ice.
"Slap the pedal!"
A palm-sized piece of ice, falling from the vault of the sky, hit heavily on the top of a soldier's head, he covered his head in pain, before he could react, another larger piece of cold ice fell from the sky, landing heavily on the left shoulder of the forbidden soldier, smashing the sturdy oriental scale armor, smashing out a horrible dent! Inside the armor, there was even the sound of breaking bones.
"Pop-tap! SLAP TAP! SLAP TAP!!!"
Endless bone-chilling ice, driven by the will of the pale centaurs, condensed in the clouds, meteoric, like a majestic ice storm, dense to a line of solid ice, in a moment, the three hundred forbidden troops, completely submerged.
"Now is the time! Charge!!!"
Pinehurst blew the long horn of charge, the blood rage barbarians immediately roared forward, five hundred iron horsemen trampling the grasslands, enough to make the most valiant warriors pale!
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, a thunderous and terrifying boom erupted among the forbidden army. The blood rage soldiers charging at full speed, as if hitting an invisible wall, clad in heavy armor, can reach a ton of terrifying size, was lifted high into the air!
The heavy spears thrown from the back row also tumbled in the rain curtain, either falling helplessly to the ground or reversing direction and landing, in turn, in the midst of Bloodrage's army: it was as if dozens of invisible air shockwaves had blasted the first wave of charging Bloodrage barbarians, as well as the sky-blinding spear throwers, backwards and forwards!
"Deadbone has rebelled! Abhors is a traitor! Kill them out! Tell the news to the Supreme King!"
The Golden Crawler Forbidden Army, after repelling the first wave of Blood Rage's attack, immediately turned their heads and tore through the battle line of withered bones, trying to return to Toria's side. But thousands of vines, as if a pale green devouring python, snaked and twisted through their six limbs!
Druids once again in the rain, tearing open a fan entwined with thorny green leaves, vibrant summoning spell, chaotic bloodthirsty wolf howl louder and louder, a head of cruel and cunning steppe wolves, taking advantage of the golden crawl can not move, tearing their six limbs!
"Siege ring, chill pattern energy protection - cut! Abhos! I'll leave the healing to your people!"
Blood rage chief eye red the luxury equipment of the forbidden army, once again summoned a blizzard, the bitter winter wind, wrapped in dense ice, once again fell from the vault of heaven!
At the same time, out of the corners of their eyes, the Wind Howler Warlocks flashed tyrannical currents as they raised their arms and unleashed a harrowing bolt of electricity at the forbidden army! Ice, thorns, lightning, three sides of the attack put the forbidden army in a frenzy, they did not even know. Exactly which scroll should be torn open to defend against the triple attack.
With the cover of magic, the barbarian soldiers finally rushed to the front of the golden mask. They waved their two-handed war halberds and heavily smashed on top of a large shield of degree iron!
The Golden Crawl Forbidden Army and the Blood Rage Fearless are both the toughest and top of the line close combat soldiers of the Centaurs. However, the forbidden soldiers are more well-equipped, with spears with shields, plus chain armor covering the whole body, offensive and defensive, almost invulnerable.
What's more, every one of the forbidden troops is a veteran of 100 battles hand-picked by Toria. Every man and horse is the elite of the elite.
The equipment of Blood Rage Fearless is not as refined as the Golden Crawler Forbidden Army. Even more, they did not have the support of strange items and scrolls. However, they were more bloodthirsty and wild. And there were more of them!
Fearless, when faced with long-range strikes, would raise their spare shields to defend against the roiling arrows. However, after entering into close combat, these madmen, will abandon all defenses, wielding their heavy halberds with both hands, cutting a deadly arc in the air!
"Peinhus! Look to the west! Coles' men are heading back!"
With his excellent perception, Abhors spotted the reinforcements of the Golden Crawlers. Those three thousand golden crawlers, strolling twice around the empty western grassland, found only a few werewolf scouts - those damned things disguised as ordinary steppe wolves, but the animal companions of the marauders, because of the heavy rain, fell on the shoulders of the werewolves.
Who's an eagle squatting on the shoulder of a pack of wolves?! And in the middle of this group of prairie wolves, there was a huge brown bear with a black wolf with a skyward braid lying on top of its furry spine, snoring ------
Three thousand gold crawlers, quickly dispersed the small scout force, they looked around to make sure there was no enemy, and then shouted out that they had been fooled, and Coles led the army of gold crawlers back with fire!
"Never mind the hardened bones of the forbidden army! You guys pester him! The rest of you come with me! Take out Toria and it will all end!!!"
The blood rage chief wielded his halberd, in a forbidden army, like a storm of terrifying attack, defeated. If not for the invisible layer of mage armor, and their own keen intuitive reflexes, has been hard to resist, dodge the spear thrust, I'm afraid his body, has long been stabbed out of a few bloody holes!
It was a lopsided situation, and it wasn't until two barbarian soldiers came to his support that Painehus got a slight reprieve. He wanted to save all the spell bits for that terrifying mare - but the terror of the Golden Crawler Forbidden Army far exceeded his imagination.
If you don't use magic, with your own terrifying power that ranks among the best in the entire race, you will actually fall in a one-on-one battle.
So, the same number of people, but in the frontal battlefield. Beat the black fangs of the forbidden army, how terrifying they really are ------
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"Hiss..."
A vertical pupil emitting blue light, suddenly appeared in the rain curtain, and tore to both sides, and finally, transformed into the doorway of the arcane.
Elf**master: Aldwyn Tide Song, slowly stepped out of the arbitrary door. Delicate boots, sunk deep above the muddy, wet sand.
"Elf stuff! How is the battle on the front line! We, the Black Fangs, have been on the beach in the rain for half a day! Just when will it be our turn to strike!!! Our short spear, thirsty for blood!!!"
A tall and majestic, covered in hair, as if midnight general black, deep human horse, like a dark thunder, in front of the tide song exploded.
On his belt, a beautiful female head was pinned. However, the head was significantly larger than normal human - it was the head of a female centaur, the forbidden marshal of the Golden Crawl, Gurvya's head.
The mage slightly raised his pale chin, looking up at the pitch-black executioner, at the moment, thousands of thunder snakes into a giant tree of thunder upside down, hissing madly in the point clouds, pouring out their hatred and anger towards the sea!
The pale electric aura, the eight hundred killing black fangs, shining more eerie and horrible.
"He said it's ready to go."
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Chapter 207: Battle of the Weeping Rain (XIII)
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In a few blood rage fearless, desperate cover, Pinehurst finally withdrew from the front line of the battle against the forbidden army - although only a mere six hundred golden masks, but, these Tolya command, the most powerful minions, but as two groups of molten metal molten magnificent fortress! Stubbornly facing several times the enemy! The bloodthirsty charging barbarian soldiers crashed their heads in front of the forbidden army.
Had it not been for the druid's thorny entanglement, which restricted the movement of the golden masks and allowed Chief Bloodrage to rearrange his formation. I'm afraid that this beheading operation will really be lost under the desperate entanglement of the forbidden army.
"Orakil! Take your warlock and come with me! Never mind these hard-to-get gold masks! Coles' 3,000 men could be back any minute! We don't have much time! Charge towards the front!"
In the nick of time, Peinghus redeployed his soldiers. Christina, Ka'ang, and the nearby four hundred heavily armored Fearless, two hundred Wind Howler Warlocks, and three hundred of Abhors' most elite Druid priests answered the Pale Warlock's call, and they abandoned their entanglement with the forbidden army and launched a final charge in the direction of where Toria was!
The remaining soldiers, responsible for "stalling" the far fewer Golden Masks, stalling Coles' return, to buy enough time for the final showdown.
"Warlocks of the Wind Howl! Save a spell space for me, all of you! Prepare to cast it on the Chosen Descent! I want to see that bitch, torn to pieces by over two hundred thunderbolts with my own eyes! Avenge our chief!!!"
"AlanNure Maide!!!"
Wielding a thunderbolt blessed by the elements and accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder, Orakil charged at full speed with his warlocks.
Abhorses only wanted to end this brutal civil war quickly at this moment and reunite the people and horses, therefore, a change from the previous peacemaker's style of acting, a pair of soft eyes, now, also reveals a burst of cruel, horrible slaughter. A long-range strike force of five hundred spellcasters, even by Roman standards, is a terrifying force that only a complete main battle legion can possess.
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"A! Bu! Haw! S!!!"
God's chosen descendant was this sudden betrayal, angry blemishes want to crack, a pair of silver eyes, crawling with dense and hideous blood.
"Supreme King! It's not good! Behind the camp, there is the sound of horses' hooves! The size is about a thousand!"
"The Supreme King! Those men and horses in the rear, holding two short conical spears and waving banners with black fangs! It's them! It's the group of monsters and executioners that only exist in fairy tales!"
"Click!"
Toria, angry and anxious, crushed a cranial vessel with one hand. The wine in the cup, wetting the pale golden cat-man leather.
The situation was reversed. Under the continuous strategic adjustment of Pinehurst, the absolute disadvantage of 15,000 horses against less than 8,000 horses turned into 1,700 horses, the brave and healthy children from four clans, besieging the last 400 forbidden troops around Toria.
The rain gradually thinned out, the wind tended to calm down. The dark clouds are disintegrating and dissipating under the scorching sun.
The sky, clear.
"If you kill a Golden Crawler, you will be rewarded with a thousand rolls of animal skins! A hundred heads of cattle and sheep! Whoever kills Tolya, receives gold equal to her weight! The title of a thousand households!!!"
Pinehurst charged while motivating the morale of the soldiers, at the same time, he also pulled out a bulging bag of water, manipulating the arcane energy in his bloodline, so that a cloud of ghostly blue energy shadows, wrapped in the bag of spirits, on his cheek, a symbol of the symbol of the dead.
"BOOM!!!"
Suddenly, countless clusters of overlapping force-field storms, wrapped in mud and gravel all over the ground, one left, one right, brushed against the cheeks of the blood rage chief. The barbarian soldiers on either side of the warlock, under the horrific shock wave, were knocked backwards and forwards, leaving him alone, left alone in place.
Toria seized the opportunity, countless siege rings clipped the enemy chief's two flanks, and now, with her last four hundred forbidden troops, formed a sharp wedge-shaped array, with the divinely chosen descendant herself at the spearhead of the charge, roaring to kill the pale warlock!
Along with the change in the comparison of the two sides' strength, the mentality of both sides is also changing. Now, it is the turn of the Supreme Queen to make a desperate attempt to behead the chief of Blood Rage.
"Kill a blood rage traitor, reward a thousand rolls of animal skins! A hundred head of cattle and sheep! Kill Pinehurst and receive gold equal to her weight! Seal the marshal of the forbidden army!!!"
Toria also hissed loudly, inspiring the fighting spirit of the forbidden army. Suddenly, her face changed slightly - the distant pale centaurs, instead of retreating, turned into an eerie, evil, horrific beast! That monster has a giant-like, straight to the clouds of the huge body, a pair of giant dragon wings, a slight flapping, will be able to roll up the whistling wind.
The most gruesome, or his head - it was a giant octopus magnified countless times, countless crimson blood, slowly dripping on top of eight bloody tentacles.
Only to see, this evil beast appeared out of thin air, let out a blood curdling horrible roar! A huge wave of sound, wrapped in foul-smelling saliva, raised the eight tentacles on its jaws high up! Revealing a cascading, sharp-fanged mouth of the abyss!
Faced directly with this evil beast of the Golden Crawl forbidden guards, suddenly became panicked, covered by waves of sound and saliva, but also issued a hysterical scream!
"Are you all trash! It's just a Necromancy fear spell! You're all fucking trapped?!"
With her strong will, Toria resisted the great terror of facing the unnameable thing directly and recognized her opponent's necromancy.
However, the forbidden army around him was not so lucky. These powerful and well-equipped warriors, after looking directly at the fearful vapors, were scared out of their wits and fled in all directions, and the neat wedge formation, instantly collapsed and disintegrated.
Beneath the golden mask, the Chosen Descent clenched her delicate lips, she also had no time to waste, the barbarian soldiers who were knocked away by the siege ring, would soon assemble again, with black fangs behind them, the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves, also getting closer and closer to her!
"Pei! In! Herr! S!!!"
After a brief struggle, the Chosen One's descendant single-handedly launched a decisive charge toward the Blood Rage's chief! She raised the golden eagle staff in her left hand. The two azure jade stones named [Chaos Core] and [Vault of Heaven Fall], which originally belonged to the Crown of Sorcery, simultaneously erupted with extremely terrifying arcane energy!
[Double casting: Spell Extreme Effect - Spell Strong Effect - Summon Thunderstorm]
The first clear sky, once again covered by low dark clouds, the deafening sound of thunder exploded in everyone's ears! In a flash, thirty bucket-thick, dense blue-golden lightning, like a flood, and like a collapsed sky, from the dark clouds, their arcane rune-covered body of electricity, whistling, crowded, pushing, scrambling to fall on Pinehurst's body! The blood rage chief's body is filled with double the normal spell's terrifying current!
Beneath the golden mask, the corners of Toria's mouth rose wildly! In her opinion, the double thunder storm was enough to destroy the flesh and blood of a weak warlock. However, she was wrong, when the thunder and dust dispersed, what was reflected in her pupils was a divine handsome human horse outlined by the ethereal breeze.
"Whew--"
Pinehurst, who was barely harmed by the thunder, instantly lifted his gaseous form. Pure arcane energy, transformed into a cold and biting frost storm, gloomy dark clouds, also gathered above Toria's head, pouring down a torrential rain of cold ice on her!
"Pata! Pata! Pata!"
Toria's face sank as he kept observing the pale centaur's battle. This distance ------ Pinehurst can use long-range attack spells, it seems that only the blizzard.
The Supreme King raised his eagle-headed staff and grabbed the snowstorm before it fell, holding up a barrier of energy, countless arcane, complex ice totems, densely crawling the entire magic shield. The fallen ice that piercing cold, all absorbed.
As for the ice falling from the sky, triggered by physical blows, simply can not penetrate the hard and abnormal gold and steel wood plates, and flexible shock-absorbing green vines, together with the casting of the God's chosen battle armor.
"It's now!"
Watching Toria, put up a defensive ice energy shield, to resist the blizzard, the energy damage caused by the Pinehurst instantly ripped open a magic scroll purchased from the elven mage,.
Only to see five blue force field missiles, like a tiger out of its cage, breaking free from the scrolls, flying through the air, roaring and roaring, smashing fiercely on top of the opponent's golden mask! Every time it hit, it knocked the Chosen Descent backwards and forwards!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Along with the dissipating arcane missile, the mask of gold, struck by the warlock into shreds, sprayed in all directions, revealing a pretty face occupied with madness, as well as two lines of nosebleed after being hit hard by the missile.
"Bastard!!!"
The Supreme King licked the blood from the corner of his lips and chanted a sacred prayer, returning the favor to his enemy. A blazing pillar of fire descended from the sky, shredding the surrounding clouds, but hitting hard on an energy shield covered with flaming totems, unable to engulf the warlock below. The fiery flames spewed everywhere, like a wave of flame! Even people and horses on the other side of the battlefield could see the pillar of blazing flames through the sky!
"It seems that there is a gem that grants him the skill to cast spells instantly, this warlock can also cast protective energy and even, can turn his body into a breeze to dodge attacks ------ There's no point in blasting from long range! I need to get a little closer to him!"
"The fourth-ring spells are running out of space! Other than Blizzard, I don't have any effective long-range attacks in my spell list! That elven mage's scrolls are expensive as hell! What's more, this mare will also protect against energy ------ my good necromancy spells, need to get a little closer!"
"Boom!"
Two pale and handsome horses, with eight long and strong hooves, almost at the same moment, turned into two biting winds! Like two trains racing towards each other, towards each other furiously!
Two hundred feet! One hundred and seventy-five feet! One hundred and fifty feet!
A ghostly tentacle, constructed from flesh and blood and arcane energy, wriggled its long, illusory, lurid body and stretched out from the ** of Peinhus. Auxiliary pale warlock, cast some contact-type necromantic spells.
In the eerie and evil chanting, this ghostly blue tentacle, the top of the skeletal hand bones, instantly full of dried, wrinkled, long necrotic horrible flesh and blood. Deep purple skin, carved with dense black runes, the palm of the hand in the center, there is even a blue to frighteningly dull eye, deeply embedded in the deep purple flesh and blood!
The ghostly tentacles of withered flesh and blood, like a meteor cast in flesh and blood, cut a deep purple arc of terror in the air, overflowing with the cursed claws of necromantic energy, easily passed through the wooden armor of gold and steel, in the left abdomen of Toria, tearing out five black claw marks.
"Is this some kind of curse?! My, my tongue?!"
Toria's eyes widened in horror as she felt her tongue, as stiff as steel, bend and wag with difficulty, spitting out the exact notes. The prayer that was halfway through chanting almost dissipated!
And at this moment, the pale warlock, less than a hundred feet from himself!
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208: Battle of the Weeping Rain (XIV)
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Looking at Toria, who was in panic because of the difficulty in chanting, the corner of Peinhers' mouth raised a confident smile, he raised his halberd with both hands flat and sped forward while summoning a second necromantic tentacle forged by flesh and blood and arcane magic, and launched a decisive charge towards the God's Chosen descendant who was stammering and sputtering!
Sixty feet! Forty feet! Twenty feet!
"Pfft."
With a burst of blinding arcane light, the blood rage chief shocked to find that the nearby soft grazing grass, instantly became incomparably huge, far beyond his head, completely blocking his own line of sight. The halberd, which was in his hand, fell helplessly to the ground, and the metal head of the halberd, which looked even bigger than his own body, was even bigger.
And under the horse's hooves, the puddle of water and mud that was originally inconspicuous, and now, even diffused over their own four hooves ------ wait, the ants on the pasture, how also become so huge?
Peinhers inadvertently downward glance - the ground of the standing water, he reflected a strange face: silver hair, flat face, round eyes, long slender beard, and three-petal lips ------
The Blood Rage Chief's eyes widened in horror, his hair exploded and he let out a meaningless scream.
"Meow meow meow??"
"Pe, Peinhus!"
The God's Chosen descendant stammered out a roar of rage, wielded the battle blade of the cataclysm, and charged at the white cat.
Although Toria took several times the normal chanting time, but still cast a magic beyond the understanding of the warlock, she looked at the incomparably confused cat on the ground, the corner of her sweet red mouth, raised a triumphant smile. A pair of long, athletic front hooves, raised high by the Supreme King, and then trampled down hard!
"Tom!!!"
Pinehurst hurriedly jumped to the side and dove into the dense grass, thinking of a strategy to deal with it. A huge amount of information instantly flooded his ears and nose, bringing the world around him to the warlock's mind in a different light. The small size also gave the pale centaur an incredible degree of flexibility.
"Hissing and pulling..."
One blow was not completed, and the Chosen Descent waved the Heavenly Calamity Battle Blade in his hand and viciously slashed at the fleeing cat. With the deafening sound of thunder, the sharp metal blade entwined with thousands of electric arcs ripped out a terrifying arc in the air. The blades cut through the herding grasses, the electric currents scorching their epidermis. Hundreds of scorched and broken pastoral grasses were swept away by the fierce wind.
However, Pinehurst, who is also a centaur, understands the weaknesses in the physical structure of her own species - centaurs are simply too tall to use huge two-handed weapons, or slender long pole weapons okay, like Toria, who uses a one-handed long sword, can't even reach the ground, and small-sized animals, as long as they are lying on the ground, she is can not attack.
The white cat thought of this, a flying lunge, through the Tolya in order to protect the lower limbs, like a curtain tent draped to the horse's hooves of light gold fur, rushed to her horse's belly, the hand in the Supreme King's hooves, scratching a claw.
"It's safe for now ------ but what the hell is going on now? Why am I turning into a cat? A spell from the school of shapeshifting? How about temporarily retreating to Henneville's side? But there is no way to speak by myself, all I can do is meow with one mouth ------"
"BOOM!!!"
In the blood rage chief nonsense, Tolya bent four hooves, elegant body coupled with strong armor, weighing a ton of terrifying mass, directly on top of the tender cat body, Pinehurst spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, the bones of the body was smashed creaking, internal organs were also pressed nearly exploded!
Under heavy trauma, the arcane arts, which were sleeping in the warlock's bloodline, instinctively leapt up and surged inside the Blood Rage Chief. Painehurst suddenly reacted: even if he turns into a cat, he still has the ability to cast spells!
Thinking of this, the pale centaur immediately mobilized the magic power within his bloodline, and the blue-colored arcane energy, with the cat as the center, burst out in all directions! The surging torrent of energy was like destroying and disintegrating all the nearby magical structures.
The white cat that was crushed under the belly of the horse, instantly reverted to a sturdy seven-foot-tall human horse, directly on the body of Toria, toppled out, the Supreme Queen was caught off guard and fell heavily in the mud after the rain, splashing up a sky of mud spots. Sullying the holy armor, the
With a quick eye, Peinhus bent his front hooves and pressed down heavily on the Supreme King's body, holding up an energy shield of protection against thunder with his left hand, while his right hand drew a sharp metal blade and slashed viciously at her defenseless face. However, the blade was blocked by the cataclysmic battle blade that flashed with thunder and lightning.
Looking at the two sharp blades, deadly collision, the blood rage chief's left hand, also gripped the slender hilt, desperately exerting downward pressure, trying to make the winding current of the blade, cut its master's cheek.
Toria, on the other hand, struggled to support the hilt of her sword, slowly rotating her wrist, so that above the index finger of her right hand, the ring of a ram's head cast in bronze, aimed at the chest of the pale centaur.
"Tom!!!"
Pinehurst felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a huge siege mallet, and the whole man was like a stray arrow, and was directly knocked out, smashing down several barbarian soldiers in a row, before he could barely hold his position.
The forbidden guards, who were previously horrified by the Fear Technique, were now back to normal, but the Blood Rage allied troops, who had been smashed away by the siege rings, had also regrouped.
And black fangs, but also with the sound of earth-shattering hooves, with the roar of the beast, killed behind the Supreme King, with blood fury, wind howling, withered bones three clans, will be surrounded by the Golden Crawler forbidden army!
"Woo-oo-oo-"
The sky-shaking trumpet resounded in the clouds, the black banner fluttered in the wind! Eight hundred poisonous snakes rampaged through the muddy grass, these vicious animal companions, like the most insidious and cunning assassins and killers, hiding their forms by virtue of the dense pasture, bypassing the armor of the golden crawler's vertical hoof, sinking a pair of sharp fangs deep into their flesh and blood.
The fangs of vipers are different from those of lions and tigers. The fangs of those predators are like sharp daggers, which can easily tear the veins and throat of the prey, instantly killing them.
But the fangs of the viper, more like a hollow syringe, is just a tool to assist the highly toxic venom, injected into the flesh and blood of the prey.
The two sides have not yet come into contact, the forbidden army was caught off guard by the attack from below, some vipers desperately curled backwards, like a spring compressed to its limit, fiercely springing upwards, a bite in the important part between the hind hooves of the stallion, instantly put them out of action.
Before the forbidden army could cast any scrolls or strange objects to counter the poisonous snakes lurking beneath their feet, the black fangs had already killed them along with a heaven-shattering battle cry. The conical short spear, with a terrifying charging force attached, instantly pierced through the metal gauntlets from the weak point of the armor. The charge launched by the one-ton behemoth also rushed the formation formed by the four hundred forbidden soldiers to pieces.
Each black tusk is like a crazy beast, but also like a calm doctor. Their weapons, stabbing out in the air with a chilling air-breaking sound, incomparably precise attack on the vitals of the people and horses. As if the forbidden army in front of them, not some metal cast walls, just a piece of fish meat on the chopping block, at the mercy of others.
In a flash, countless sharp short spears pierced the golden mask's body, creating a dripping blood splash. Each attack of Black Fang, even if not fatal, would make the terrifying Golden Crawler Forbidden Army, lose the ability to fight because of the damage to the vital points.
Toria looked back in shock, she finally understood why Gulvia took a third of the forbidden army out, will be wiped out by the doom - these black-covered people, where is their compatriots, is clearly a piece of horrible tools designed to kill the same people.
"Found you! Toriya!"
The moment the Wind Howler Warlock saw the God's Chosen Descendant, he let out a horrible roar of anger and bloodlust, and the frequency of the flashes of electricity at the corners of their eyes skyrocketed wildly at a terrifying rate.
In a flash, only to see two hundred terrifying beams of thunder and lightning, crossed the first clear sky dome, God's chosen descendants panic to hold open the shield of energy, instant absorption of thunder, absorbed to saturation, collapse, was laced with wind howling warlock, endless rage of thunder lightning, torn into pieces!
The harsh electric aura instantly submerged the God-chosen descendants, completely.
"Ha! Ridiculous! Orakil! You are as stupid as your chief! After learning of your betrayal again, do you think, I didn't make any preparations?"
Toria walked out of the tyrannical current almost unscathed, the wooden armor of gold and steel, burned by the heat brought on by the current, revealing a circle of vines wrapped around her body - those turquoise vines, covered with dense patterns of thunder, these magical runes, absorbing a large amount of current, allowing only a small portion of the thunder, injuring the God-chosen descent.
But this is the limit, she desperately looked around the battlefield, the rear, the remnants of the forbidden army, like weeds, were slaughtered by the black fangs, the front, the allied forces of blood rage, dry bones, wind howling step by step, the return army of Coles, as well as the remaining golden masks, were also entangled by the thorns of the druids. And some bloodthirsty and insane brutal soldiers in the way!
"Abhoos! Why do you betray your Supreme King!!!"
God's chosen descendant does not want to believe the end of his defeat, messy silver hair down, covering the wretched face, red lips, but also because of the violent emotional fluctuations, and gently tremble. If it were not for the sudden revolt of the Dead Bone Clan, how could they have been reduced to this?
"Because of your title of Supreme King, which is self-appointed. And Peinhus - I have witnessed him perform the sun magic that Skerritt does best! I witnessed our gods, crowning him with gold!
Toriya! Skerritt, has chosen our king, and that person, is not you!"
The God-chosen descendant was shivering with anger, and the warm sunlight, spilling over her shattered armor, but leaving Toria covered in cold sweat and cold hands and feet.
Christina, Orakil, Abhors, Caen, five powerful people, will Pinehurst protected in the center. The black fangs in the back, the bloodthirsty roar like a beast, is also getting closer and closer to itself!
"There's no point in staying here, since Coles can't kill me, I'll kill him and go out to him! Those less than three thousand men are now my last hope to turn the tide!"
Thinking of this, Toria quickly from the two snowy peaks in front of her chest, pulling out a very old scroll, a face of flesh will be unfolded, the rich to the extreme arcane fluctuations on it, even let the elven mages moved for it!
"Stop her now! The wood clan writing on the back of the scroll says [nine]!!!"
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Chapter 209: The Battle of Weeping Rain (XV)
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The four spellcasters, Pinehurst, Henevele, Abhors, and Orakil, struck at the same time, and the nebulous spectral bone claw, used as a necromantic medium for the Ghoul's Touch, transformed into a luridly foul-smelling meteor of death that tore a dark green, terrifying rift in the air.
Henneville chanted the arcane secret spell, the Dragon Vein Warlock's bottomless and terrifying magic power, like the middle of the sea, scraping up a terrifying storm. The vast torrent of arcane magic raised ten thousand waves on the flat earth.
Abhors offered the most devout prayers to the gods of men and horses, and thousands of turquoise grasses, growing wildly under his fervent call, stretched themselves out recklessly, as if thousands of terrifying snakes, flailing in the grasslands, whistling to kill the chosen descendants of the gods.
Orakil's eyes were completely occupied by the hideous and terrifying thunder. The surging electrical energy overflowed his angry eyes.
The chief warlock of the Wind Howling Clan was now completely consumed with hatred. He kept roaring the name of the late chief, making the name of Maed, along with the raging storm, and the land, pasture, and whistling torn by the fierce wind to drown the supreme queen!
But the next second, Toria disappeared in front of them out of thin air. Chief Bloodrage stared incredulously - he swore that he had been staring at the Chosen Descent so closely that he hadn't even blinked. But the world in front of them just now, like a dropped frame video screen suddenly lagged, and the next thing you know, the mare disappeared right in front of their eyes?!
Abhos and Orakil, too, did not know what was going on. They looked around in the same panic. Only the knowledgeable Drow warlock, the first to react.
"That nine-ring scroll is a time stop! She's trying to escape!!!"
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Toria looked at the world around her that was standing still and gave a bitter smile. This nine-ring scroll was already her last resort, but it could only stop time for a few short seconds.
In fact, this spell, does not allow the external world of time, frozen by the power of the arcane, standstill. Just make their own time, accelerated by the arcane to a horrible realm, the two in contrast, so that other people with normal speed, it seems like standing still.
This little time is enough to rush to Pinehurst's front, use the cataclysmic battle blade, stab into his two hearts, before cutting off his head and snatching the golden crown. However, what about killing him? This reckless move will only get himself surrounded by traitors!
Thinking of this, the Supreme King barely restrained his killing intent, all the flesh and blood instantly collapsed toward the center, shrinking, solid hoof, into sharp eagle claws, slender arms, into a high spread of silver wings. The whole man became a robust eagle, flapping huge feathered wings, and rose into the sky!
"Almost there, almost there, almost there!"
With a pair of sharp eagle eyes, Toria looked down on the battlefield on the ground. Time loss had long since returned to normal, but she had also escaped the back and forth of four clans, abandoning her loyal forbidden army and fleeing alone.
Behold, the sky is clear, the rain has stopped, and Skerritt is on my side! Without the distraction of torrential rain, the eagle can leave the ground and rise above the crowd. Just one more flight over this bloody battlefield and I'll reach Coles!
When the time comes, I will lead the 3,000 gold crawlers, save the gray mane clan of Gorel, and then break the siege network of the Thunder Spear and reassemble an army of about 10,000, I would like to see what other tricks he, Peinhus, can use!
Thinking of this, the God's Chosen Descendant put all her strength into it, desperately flapping a pair of huge silver wings, wanting to quickly turn with the reinforcements. But, suddenly, the world in her eyes, produced a ripple of arcane magic, the whole distorted open!
The precious jewelry on the neck, turned into a string of hideous fangs. The golden furs draped on the body turned into a piece of pitch-black cloak. The golden horses' hooves on top of the banner fluttering in the wind are twisted into pitch-black fangs!
"Up and down, reversing left and right, Toria, the false phantom, to prevent you from escaping, has long obscured the scene near you - you are mistakenly oriented."
"Christian!!!"
The God's Chosen Hind let out a desperate roar. After the failure of the plan to split the blood rage, she forgot about this failed pawn - if not for Piana stopping her, saying that this dwarf's attainments in illusion were no less than her own, and that he was an excellent soldier, it's possible that this guy, had already been consumed by his own rage!
When the poet-dead left the army, she thought, the gnome also followed, the result ------ see ghost! When you think about it, the fireball spell that marked her position must have been the work of this petite poet!
"I wanted to ask you before, Christina. Why is your twin sister, to the left of Piana? Almost second in command to the poet dead? You sent her undercover?"
Looking at the familiar pitch-black figure, Abhors raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"No. That bitch, Piana, captured my sister's demons, and in her mind, implanted the magic of enchantment and confusion control. Under the manipulation of the poet-dead, she almost destroyed the entire Blood Fury clan, and eventually, was exiled by the clan's law - damn! Where the hell did that bewitching bitch Piana go? I'm going to cut her down with my halberd!"
The rouge blazing horse clenched the handle of the halberd in his hand and looked at the bard with a look that was unusually complicated.
"I don't know, the poet dead left the camp overnight, no one knows what they are up to, even Toriya is confused."
Abuhos nodded thoughtfully.
"All right! Stop talking and get on with it! Take Toria alive!"
Pinehurst looked at the petite centaurs in the distance, sighed deeply, then recovered and gathered the army for the final mobilization.
"Don't be proud! Brothers and sisters! No army loyal to Tolya, other than Charlescomm, has been completely defeated by us!
The blood rage barbarians I left behind to break the back, all of them lightly armored assault riders, could only delay the Gorell attack, and that horrible gray falcon was pecking away at our flesh and blood every second of every day.
Lego's Thunder Spear clan, though, trapped Fleur's army. However, the two sides were wildly shouting and fighting soundly, and the winner had not yet been decided.
Not to mention Coles! He has come back with his own men, and the Tasmar clan to kill them! We need a bargaining chip to force them out of the fight, or even to surrender!
In other words, catch that fake king and we'll have the ultimate victory!!! Charge! !1"
"AlanNure Pinehurst!!!"
Hundreds of heavily armored fearlessness, stepping with the terrifying pace of another everything trembling, launched a final charge towards the God's chosen descendants who flew in the wrong direction. The black fangs threw a conical spear, forming a dense network of fire, forcing the silver falcon to fall downward. The wind howling warlocks chanted their words, manipulating the direction of the air currents, forcing the eagle to plunge into the abyss of death.
The Chosen One looked down in despair, covered in blood, black fang gendarmes, walking thickly above the corpses of the forbidden army, like a mouth full of fangs and teeth, dark and horrible black - and he, himself, was falling towards the center of that bloody mouth!
"BOOM!!!"
The snow-white falcon suddenly threw out nine golden spheres from its neck, and they triggered a violent explosion the moment they touched the ground, or the bodies of the horses and men. A beautiful purple and red clouds of fire, the first to bloom on the ground covered with corpses, countless meteors of flame, trailing a long black tail flame, accompanied by a chilling whistling sound, from the center of the cloud, splashed in all directions!
"Whew--"
After using the fireball necklace and blowing away the black fangs that were watching, Toria instantly regained her half-human, half-horse prototype, she put away her eagle-headed staff, wielded the battle blade of the cataclysm in her right hand, and raised the devouring black shield high in her left hand, in desperation, to make a last stand!
"Rumble!!!"
The sharp blade of metal, accompanied by a wild roar of thunder, tore through the steel armor and flesh and blood neck, bloodthirsty and terrifying heavy armor fearless, could not even last one of her attacks! Was directly cut off the head! The head with a stunned expression, accompanied by an arc of blood, fell into the distance.
But when Toria wielded the sharp blade of thunder for the second time, the blood rage chief who held up a thunder shield, had already killed in front of her eyes!
"Peinhus! I admit that you have one of the best spell casting abilities in the entire clan! You can even compete with me! But how dare a mere warlock compete with a druid in close combat?"
Toria raised her shield, easily catching the halberd's thrust, she was like a lioness, delicate longsword, fiercely cut on the wooden hilt of the halberd, wrapped in a thunderous thunder, sweeping towards the opponent's hands holding the halberd.
The blood rage chief had no choice but to let go of his weapon, in order to avoid the opponent's inevitable thunder sweep, but his eyes and ears, completely attracted by the dazzling lightning, and the sky-shaking thunder, Toria took advantage of this good opportunity, immediately bully forward, the shield in his left hand, smashed heavily into the chest of the pale warlock!
The second halberd, however, with an incomparably terrifying wind pressure, poked heavily at her face. Although Toria tilted her head to dodge, her mud-covered cheek was still torn out of a bloody gap by the terrifying wind pressure.
"Tom, tom! THOM!!!"
Christina, who followed closely behind, cut all over with regret. The speed of her heart beating, suddenly a million times faster! Smooth and white human skin, quickly dyed into a shocking carmine blood color, a pair of eyes like rubies like magnificent and beautiful, burning up substantial blood-colored flames, so that the heroic Centaur Chief, all over the body is filled with a demonic, wild special beauty.
After the frenzy, Christina's body temperature all over her body, but also scaldingly hot. A drop of crimson blood-colored sweat, slowly seeping out of the fearless chief, that moving rouge skin, almost in an instant, will be vaporized by her hot body temperature, quickly formed a terrifying to the extreme blood-colored fog, like wolf smoke like straight to the clouds!
"TOLERIA!!!"
The rouge horse roared furiously, and the halberd that was thrusting out was suddenly changed into a sweep, and the powerful halberd slashed heavily at the neck of the Golden Crawler Chief!
"Christina - I also recognize your power, and you are arguably the most bloodthirsty and terrifying berserker among our clan. But you, like your mate, are far worse than me! A mere barbarian, in front of the druid's spell will only turn into a sentence of rouge bones!"
The vines wrapped around the Chosen One's body suddenly gained life, twisting their turquoise bodies like hundreds of poisonous snakes, wrapping around the heavy halberd, making the rouge horse, unable to swing downward, taking advantage of this moment, Toria's lips lightly opened, the second pillar of flame through the sky, descending from the sky at her will! The blazing sacred flames, burning, destroying everything that is!
In addition to a handful of Christina, embracing the pale figure, as well as an energy shield covered with flaming totems.
"Toriya, you're right, break it up and none of us are your match."
Pinehurst tenderly released the beautiful woman in his arms, the golden crown on his head, once again flashing light pink luminescence.
"But with my arcane power, combined with Christina's fighting ability, the united power of the Blood Rage Clan has trumped you! False King!!!"
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Chapter 210: The Battle of Weeping Rain (XVI)
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Thousands of pasture grass under the command of Abhorse, as if the sky wildly dancing python, whistling and winding up the battle blade of the heavenly disaster. Terrifying electric current, constantly tearing the lush pasture grass, but, for every turquoise wild python it tore, it would find in despair: ten more thick pasture grasses all around, roaring and winding up its sharp body.
Christina gave up the halberd entangled with thorns, she quickly pulled out the longsword at her waist, and her arm, overflowing with blood-colored mist, cut a scarlet arc in the air, with a suffocating and terrifying wind pressure, and heavily slashed at the right hand of the Chosen Descent!
Toria through the spies, scouts report, the ability of the rouge blazing horse, has an extremely deep understanding of this guy's strength, three months ago suddenly soared, crowned the entire herd. Two-handed heavy martial strike, enough to shatter the shields of the forbidden army, armor, and split their ** in two!
Even with a one-handed longsword, her full swing is enough to shatter solid metal.
In desperation, the Chosen Hind had to let go of her most cherished weapon and barely dodged Christina's attack. Orakil also wielded the Blessed Blade and killed from the flank, forcing her to raise her shield to block.
"Whew--"
While the three fierce battle, Pinehurst threw a burning candle, melted white candles, quickly painted and twisted in the grassland into a four-ringed, written in the words of Purgatory summoning spell - but the inner ring of the circle, but the moment the formation of the spell, dissolved, changed into three smaller circles, they pushed and squeezed together,. As if an egg with three yolks.
"ROAR!!!"
With the horrible roar of beasts, and the rich smell of sulfur, three large canines, covered with the flames of hell, roared out of the three spell circles of the inner ring, and they opened their horrible bloody mouths, pouring out three balls of blazing fire from hell towards Toria!
At the same time, Henneville also drove a steed of the grassland, racing to the side of the golden crawler chief, she sidled her dark and slender waist, willowy and tall body, exuding an intimidating aura.
Toria turned her head to look, almost recognizing the draconic elf, as a young hatchling dragon - the dragon vein warlock rounded the three hounds of hell, sexy red lips, like the dragon's spit, exhaled a conical black mist. The horrible fog, like a wild horse off the reins, and like a breaking tide, instantly flooded the body of the God's chosen descendant, corroding, burning her flesh and blood.
"The Supreme King is in danger! Protect to ------"
Watching Toria fall under siege, several golden crawlers of the forbidden army's eyes were red with anxiety as they tried to evacuate the battlefield and rush to the aid of their loyal queen, but, on the battlefield, a small oversight can determine the final life or death. What's more, the forbidden army's opponent is the black fang that grinds its teeth and sucks blood.
A conical short spear, accurately pierced the eye cavity of the mask, the sharp tip of the spear, deep into the brain of the forbidden army.
"Did he just call out to the Supreme King again?"
Black Fang Hundred: Logan drew his weapon, and blood and brains mixed together to form a golden-red wave that immediately gushed out from among the fatal wounds of the forbidden army. But the executioner will not pay attention to the dead corpses, he died under his hooves of thousands of corpses, simply indifferent. With sharp eyes, he soon locked on a new target - the chosen descendants of God.
"With a centaur, the weight of gold is equal!"
Logan's breathing, along with the promise of Peinhus, instantly became incomparably rapid. He let out a greedy growl, and his four pitch-black hooves instantly turned into a streak of shadow, just like a dark storm. The black fang centurion, leaving behind his comrades beside him, tried to take the prize that made him covet.
"Logan? Logan!!! Damn it! Last time we fought Gurvia's forbidden army, he was like that too! As soon as he saw the war effort, he ran around like a madman!"
Black Fang Chief: Sigrid, under the protection of the gendarmes, quickly untied the rope wrapping the canvas and carefully took out an unstained black bow from inside the dry package. She drew this black longbow, which was specially designed to counteract the horses and men and break the enchantment of the enemy, and poured out her black fury on the forbidden army around her.
"Chief, are we going to support Logan Baidou?"
A black-fanged gendarme, easily blocking the whistling gold mask, he was like a leisurely stroll, first slashing the wrist of the other side, and then, a spear through the neck of the forbidden army.
"He rushed into the enemy camp alone again? No rescue! Let that guy learn a lesson!"
Sigrid huffed and puffed and bent his bow and arrow, the last time in the middle of the battle, it was this guy, rushed to the forbidden marshal, although killed Gurvia, but won a serious injury, if not a few gendarmes ran fast, he would definitely die on top of that mare's corpse. Himself clearly warned him, next time do not be so reckless ------
"Tsk - forget it, we're not going to save him, but I also want to get that huge amount of gold from Chief Bloodrage - the rebuilt Black Fang clan has a lot of money to spend!"
The Black Fang Chief, who had just come of age, gave an arrogant grunt. Mouthing off, she immediately took the two hundred Black Fang constitutional guards under her command, covered Logan, and killed through the forbidden army's long-thinning, routed defenses!
Centaurs, the top elites, now, most of them gathered on this small battlefield.
The scarred descendants of God's Chosen, like a wounded beast, let out an unwilling roar, within a forty-foot radius, thirsty for blood scarlet pasture, like thousands of terrifying blood-colored pythons, poking their heads out from under the weight of a corpse, constantly tangling, devouring the flesh and blood of everyone around them! From afar, it looks like a boiling blood-colored lake!
The blood-soaked Toria, on the other hand, relying on the druid's forest-piercing characteristic, kept pulling away from the centaurs and hellhounds in the wildly dancing sea of grass. Except for Abhors, who is also an archdruid, everyone was trapped in this dense, madly dancing sea of scarlet grass, struggling to move.
Pinehurst could easily tear through the tangled herbage, but there was more of it, coming at him in an overwhelming stream. And the grasses, thirsty for blood and rain, stopped the blazing flames of the hell hounds for a time.
"CLANG!!!"
The Chosen Hind raised her shield high, and Abhors' epidemic scythe, striking hard together in the air, rubbing out a series of mournful sparks, as she kept adjusting her stance to avoid facing the arcane strikes of Hennevere and Orakil directly, and pulled out her spare sharp blade from her waist with her right hand, landing on top of the withered bone chief's torso like a raging storm!
"Swoosh!!!"
A sound like a banshee whistle, hideous and horrific sound of breaking air, suddenly sounded in her back, the Chosen Descent panic dodge, but the human back, or a black feather arrow hit, sharp arrow cluster, shot through her waist, from the small of Tolya's belly, poking their own blood-soaked flesh fragments of the terrifying blade.
"AHHHH!!!"
The will of the chosen descendant of God is as strong as steel. She was under siege, burned by flames, corroded by strong acid, but could not break Toria's sanity, making her wail in pain and
But ------ now, the Chosen Hind actually wailed out for the damage caused by this arrow. The black bow shot the broken enemy's arrow, tormenting the nerves unique to the centaurs, giving them like a heart gouging out the bone, unbearable pain!
"TOLERIA!!!"
Logan's four hooves slammed the ground, leaping out of a pitch-black arc above the wildly dancing blood-colored pasture. The sharp tip of the spear up to the throat of the opponent!
However, he still did not jump high enough. Endless blood-colored pasture, like a blood-colored arms, quickly climbed up to the sky, wrapped around his pitch-black hoof, pulled down hard, so that the black tusk, fell heavily to the ground!
"Hiss..."
Just as Toria turned to kill the black gendarme, the air around her suddenly lowered, and the ghostly ghost hands, constructed of arcane and flesh and blood, snaked through the sea of grass and came to her side, five sharp bone claws, burning with an eerie blue, biting cold, swept across her pale body, setting off five harsh splashes of blood!
"Once! Two times! Three times!"
The ghost of the ghost hand, under the command of Pinehurst, as if a ghost of nothingness, and like a slippery loach, the strong pain fighting Toriya, simply can not destroy the cold blue tentacles, under the full force of the attack, the body was torn out of several horrible wounds!
The negative energy, to the point of death, slowly seeped inside her body, while destroying the ** and spirit of the Chosen Descent, the seventh blow, the eighth! The ninth blow!
"Oh, it's already possible to use the Cold Touch to attack nine times in a row, remarkable, remarkable."
Henneville gave a relieved smile, her graceful, tall, seductive body, into a vague breeze of mist, slowly approaching the edge of the entanglement spell - a mere 40 feet, when you fly out of this damn bloody hell, Toria, still within range of their own spells!
"Traitors! You damned traitors! May Skerritt curse your souls!!!"
Chief Golden Crawler, whose speed was obviously much slower, pulled out the eagle-headed wand at his waist with a frantic face and chanted a mysterious incantation rapidly. Two blue oval jade stones, like two icy suns, burst out with a dazzling blue light!
But the next second, the arcane incantation came to an abrupt halt, and the Chosen Descent was unable to utter a single syllable of the incantation, no matter how hard she tried. At the same time, her ears, too, could not hear the murmur of war beside her.
Toriya stopped useless chanting, she turned her head to look incredulously: it was a beautiful face almost identical to Christina's, like ruby magnificent blood-colored pupils, filled with bone-deep hatred. The slender hands, gently plucking the silk strings of the harp.
"It's over, chosen descendants of God."
Looking at the golden crawler chief angry blemish to crack, to Christian, hissed out a silent roar. Sigrid and Logan, one left and one right, quickly rushed to the sides of the chosen descendants of God. The two who know the structure of the centaur like the back of their hands, a push, a yank, directly let Toria dislocate both shoulders, two slender arms, weakly hanging down the waist, the black shield, and the gold eagle staff, also weakly fell to the ground.
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