Chapter 211: The Battle of Weeping Rain (XVII)
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"ROAR!!!"
The Chosen Descent, with both arms broken, still maintained an astonishingly terrifying fighting spirit, and she roared in despair like a beast driven to its death!
Suddenly, Toria turned sideways and used her weight advantage to push forward, dislocating her shoulder and hitting the bridge of Sigrid's nose hard, forcing the young chief, covering her nose and backing away, to let out a childish cry of pain.
At the same time, the God's Chosen Descent forced himself to endure the severe pain coming from his shoulder, and shifted the weight of his body, forward. Two long, well-proportioned hind hooves, turned into two pale streaks, like a pair of terrifying siege mallets, kicked heavily at Logan's chest!
But that was the end of her desperate resistance. Abhors chanted a sacred prayer reverently, and the muddy ground, which had been almost swamped by the torrential rain, instantly turned into gray and white sandstone, trapping the four pale silver slender horses' hooves in death.
Three vicious dogs burning with the flames of hell, burning a bloody tangled hell, roared and killed in front of her. A sharp fangs growing in flames, pierced the flesh of the horse's hoof, sweet red blood, splattered with the head of the vicious dogs of hell!
Toriya just want to struggle, but suddenly a black head, she looked up in fear at the sky, only to see, the blue sky, by the invisible force, tearing, hit a black crack, the crack becomes larger and larger, like a spider's web spread wildly in all directions!
"BOOM!!!"
In the end, with a loud sound through the sky, the huge canopy covered with horrible cracks, crumbled, collapsed and shattered into countless pieces of azure debris of different sizes. Surrounded by a huge meteorite, falling from the vault of the sky! Terrifying shadow of the boulder, enveloping the entire battlefield! Let everyone can not hide, can not avoid!
Toriya was stunned by the sight of the catastrophe in front of her, the meteorite fell, the horrific wind pressure brought, directly crushed her to the ground, even trapped her four hooves of sandstone, but also by the wind to tear out a horrific crack, the eyes of the God's chosen descendants can only watch the meteorite falling from the sky, will be their own bodies, completely engulfed.
A void of pitch-black silence, only Christian, the mocking face remained.
"It's an illusion! The illusion that the dwarf was so proud of! It's not real! The meteorite is just an illusion! Damn it! Why, why can't I move my body? Move it! Move it ------
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Looking at the instantly crumbling and disintegrating Bloody Hell, as well as Toria, whose gaze was dull and motionless, the leaders who had fought so hard so far, finally let out a long breath of relief. The centaurs swarmed, pulled out chains, ropes, and bound the God's Chosen Descendant in knots, and the dislocated arms were tied behind their backs. The inside of the mouth, also stuffed with animal skins bulging, dead pressed the pronounced red tongue.
Seeing the Supreme King captured alive by Pinehurst, like a swan like slender white neck, by a sharp knife, cut a faint bloodstain, the remaining forbidden army, in a helpless, had to throw away the hands of the big shield spear, bending knees to surrender.
Coles threw away the spear in his hand in despair and looked up to the sky in anger! He led his men, along with the remainder of Tasmar's men, to pound the heavily armored Fearless at full speed, along with the six hundred Golden Crawlers forbidden troops surrounded by the Blood Rage Clan, to almost crush them completely!
But, but, the chief, who was near to perfection in his mind, had been captured by Peinhus. For the sake of Toria's life, the mighty marauder, had to throw down the weapons in his hands and let the two blood rage fearlessly, search his whole body for weapons, and both arms, were tied behind his back.
A pale man horse a do up, holding the chief to order the golden track. With the thunder spear wild cry sound battle, the fight is difficult to separate Flor, also forced to blood fury surrender.
The more than two thousand five hundred horses and men who were crippled by the Poison Bite Clan were incapacitated for a short time, and they all collapsed in the middle of the camp. Charles Tong, the Golden Crawler General, could only raise a white flag made of white sheepskin against the Blood Rage barbarian soldiers who rushed into the camp and galloped unchecked in order to save the lives of the soldiers under his command.
So far, the three Golden Crawlers, with the Golden Masks directly under the Supreme King, were defeated on all fronts. The Tasmar clan, which was originally forced to join the war, surrendered without a care in the world. The only people left standing between Peinhus and the fruits of victory were Gorel's gray mane mercenaries.
"Chief of the Grey Mane! Golden Crawler has been defeated! Tolya is also captured alive by me! The war is over!!!"
Pinehurst and Christina, holding the pale, reluctant to believe the fact of their defeat, Chief Golden Crawler, reentered the frontal battlefield and shouted at the red-eyed gray falcons who had killed them.
But Gorel was unmoved, her beautiful eyes, blinded by the dried, congealed blood. White teeth and red lips revealed a hideous smile, as well as the horrific war cry, so that all see and hear the centaurs, from the heart of a creepy chill.
Two sharp scimitars, once again smearing the neck of a barbarian soldier, crimson blood, painted the blood-soaked chief into an even more terrifying shape.
"Chief of the Grey Mane! I admire you! You are a mighty warrior! A mercenary who keeps his word! But the entire clan of the Golden Crawlers surrendered, and their camp, was sacked by my men! Their chief is now in my hands! Life or death, it's all in my mind! Even if you continue to fight, Tolya, you will not be able to pay the rest of your money ------ No, the rest of the gold! Your contract is broken! You have no reason to continue fighting!"
No way to keep paying for gold!
Gorel's body shook, and her pupils, which were red with murder, regained their clarity. She examined the battle situation around her, and after making sure that what Peinhers said was true, she immediately ordered Grey Mane to contract the battle line and stop attacking.
As a competent mercenary leader, even if her relationship with Toria is good, Gorel will not do a losing deal - the employer who pays is gone, which mercenary is willing to bleed and sweat to fight a war that does not make money?
Talking about feelings hurts money!
"The Grey Mane Clan can be retained, and as long as they are paid, these mercenaries are exceptionally loyal and will never betray their employers before the end of the contract. Although being enemies, they proved their strength and loyalty in this war."
Christina lifted her berserk state and walked wearily beside Chief Bloodrage, murmuring into his pale ear.
Painehurst nodded gently, looked at the blood-soaked gray mane army, and spoke very sincerely.
"Chief Gorel! I am curious as to what price you have put on your bodies. I would gladly buy your loyalty."
"Forget it, forget it! You give each gray-maned family, a hundred young, healthy goats, and pastures vast enough and fat enough, and I'm yours."
Gorel gave a long sigh, and then heard the torn Centaur clan, gathered in the Gredinian Peninsula, she refused Augustus's request to renew the contract, rolled a vote of weapons, equipment, directly run away. The Eastern Roman Empire to the south, offended to death.
And now, the chosen descendants of God, defeated at the hands of Pinehurst, where else can the gray mane clan go? With those who are sick in the head, three days without a war is uncomfortable greenskin mix? Or join the wolves of Horus, who have a blood feud with the centaurs? Or, set off to the north, struggling to make a living in the cold and snowy plains?
"I will meet your request, and from this day on, Blood Rage and Gray Mane, will work side by side to revive our kingdom."
Pinehurst pulled out a roll of sheepskin that he carried with him and asked his men to find a piece of charcoal from the camp so that he could write his promise. The blood rage chief slashed his palm and pressed his blood handprint on the deed, Gorel did the same and also pressed a slightly smaller palmprint, on top of the sheepskin deed.
The battle of Weeping Rain, which involved ten centaur clans and affected half of Gredinian, finally came to a bloody end when the two chiefs shook hands and made peace.
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Blood Fury Camp.
Pinehurst sat wearily on top of a sheepskin as two druids, straining to deal with the chief's injuries. His skin was covered with electric shock wounds in the shape of tree branches, his ribs were broken at least in double digits, and his internal organs were broken to varying degrees.
However, before recuperating, as well as dividing the spoils of war, the blood rage chief has to do one more thing of utmost importance.
Several blood rage hundred households looked at each other, not knowing what was happening. Until a luscious, pocket-sized black mare, with her head lowered, slowly walked into the clean white tent.
"Traitor!!!"
"Damn midgets!"
"Christian! You have the nerve to come back!"
Looking at the bard who walked into the tent with a face of shame, the hundredth man cursed out angrily. Kulonia, who was almost killed by her, was even more gloomy, his finger belly gently rubbing the hilt of his sharp blade.
"Silence!"
Pinehurst raised his hand to stop the ranting of the centurions. Christina sat beside herself with a complicated face and looked anxiously around at the centurions.
"Although she was manipulated by magic, Christian still committed the unforgivable sin of nearly burying an entire clan! As a result, she was banished and exiled by us.
However, this war, Christiane penetrated inside the enemy army and proved her worth. Using illusions, she deceived and modified the memories of the golden crawler bard, making strands of the enemy army make mistakes. Afterwards, the bard marked Toria's location, allowing us to launch a successful decapitation operation, and at the final showdown, her spells, three times in a row, left the Chosen Descendant in a desperate situation, and was eventually captured alive by us."
Painehurst sighed.
"Therefore, I forgive her. However, Bloodrage is everyone's clan, not mine alone, and Christian's proposal to rejoin the clan needs to be unanimously approved by at least all of the Hundred, as well as the higher level chiefs."
"I agree!"
Christina couldn't wait to announce her thoughts. Blood is thicker than water, so she forgave her twin sister for her crimes long before the war began.
"Agreed."
"Tsk, agreed."
"I'll listen to the chief."
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Looking at the two actual leaders of the clan, both nodding in agreement, the other hundred households do not want to find unhappiness and be treated differently in the future, and then again, this bard risked his life and made such a big contribution, returning to the clan and offsetting the credit does not seem to be unacceptable.
Christiane stared at the ground beneath her feet in shame, not daring to look directly at the Hyakuto who was doing it. Every time she heard a "yes", her bloodshot eyes, involuntarily, gushed crystal tears.
The bard whimpered, holding back her tears as she waited for the final pronouncement, and finally, Cullonia was the only one left, who did not speak.
"Come over here and extend your left arm."
The Marauder Hyakuto, who was almost killed by the dwarf in the duel, spoke in a raw voice.
"I'm sorry about ------ Cologna, I'm almost ------ really, really sorry about that day!"
Christian timidly bent down to apologize and tremblingly stretched out his left arm. Only to see, the head of the marauders with the speed of lightning, pulled out the scimitar at his waist, in the bard's small arm, cut a harsh bloody scar!
However, before the crowd could react, Kulonia chanted a blessing spell, and his left hand glowed with a vibrant emerald green light, healing the wounds from his short blade, which had been cut.
"Blood for blood, now, we are two clear."
Cologna calmly opened her arms.
"Welcome home, Christian."
Hearing the words of the marauders hundred, the bard finally could not hold back the tears that filled her eyes, in the eyes of the crowd, crying out, Christina leapt up, tenderly embraced her twin sister, as when her sister took care of herself as a child, gently stroked the bard, that a long brown hair.
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Chapter 212: The Reward of Victory
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The war was won. The bloodthirsty barbarian soldiers, scrambling to pull up the corpses of the dead, cheered and cut off their left ears, as the best proof of their great achievements in battle. Others drove away the surrendered prisoners, confiscating their weapons and armor before driving them together and concentrating them under guard.
There were also a small number of people who were more refined and easy-going compared to their barbarian compatriots, counting the damage of the war, calculating the amount of ears surrendered by their compatriots, and the amount of supplies taken.
The battle saw more than half of Poison Bite damaged. Of the twelve hundred men, more than seven hundred horses and men, fell forever on the muddy grasslands, and Putreus, surrounded by the last five hundred Poison Bite subjects, was tragically crowned as the new chief.
The Thunder Spear clan is not badly damaged, Toria in order to pull in the last chief: Sandra Thunder Spear, "gift" them a lot of chain armor, so that this militarized war clan, with an extremely horrible rate of armor. With the soldiers who are well-trained, they have lost less than 400 soldiers in total.
Wind howler warlocks are extremely valuable battle force, they are closely protected by the blood fury clan, almost did not suffer losses, however, their numbers are still among the clans, the most scarce existence, only two hundred warlocks left.
The black tusk that decided the winning blow from behind, again without too many casualties, still maintained the weave of four hundreds.
As for the Blood Fury clan, which fought on the first line, the losses were worse, six or seven hundred households were crippled by the war, and finally, in order to stall the Gray Mane clan and launch the final raid, one Blood Fury hundred household was even completely wiped out. The total damage has reached the number of a thousand.
The right flank of the battle line, centaurs lazy statistics of the goblins killed - these things that live on the Eurasian steppe, reproduce faster than rabbits, statistics, it is too tedious, the
Furthermore, the gnome casualties are called casualties? That's called reasonable attrition.
And those Goths, with the double insurance of the fortified wagon fortress, and the trainee priests, damaged less than a hundred men, but killed and wounded nearly a thousand, thwarting the double attack of the Tasmar clan, and the army of Coles.
The sixty hill giants, although suffering from different degrees of damage, were not killed by the enemy army with their rock-like solid skin, and terrifying physique.
As for Toria's side? Gray Mane took the remaining three thousand men and horses, along with a thousand dead bone sacrifices, and offered their loyalty towards Pinehurst. The three Golden Crawlers, along with the surrendered forbidden army, added up to 8,000 captives! It was much more than the number of soldiers Peinhers had on hand.
For a time, blood rage also can not find eight thousand ropes to tie them up, can only confiscate their weapons and armor, plus strange objects, scrolls. And a large number of warriors were dispatched to keep a vigilant eye on the captives who surrendered.
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After paying such a heavy price, Pinehurst's harvest is also unusually rich - not to mention the mountains of weapons and equipment, and gold and silver Mia wild precious metals, is Tolya that a superb equipment. It is also enough to make people salivate.
The pale centaur was satisfied to pick up the thunder, electric explosion double enchanted cataclysmic war blade, and from Toria's waist, snatched the gold scabbard sufficient to hold the terrifying electric current.
As a warlock, one's melee combat skills have always been far inferior to those of other powerful centaurs. However, now that one has this cataclysmic battle blade, one should be able to make up for some of the disadvantages of close combat.
"Teacher, help me melt it."
Pinehurst took out the golden eagle staff, and after finding that he could not pry the two azure jade stones, he had to take the most extreme method.
Henneville nodded, the blazing fire, in the five long, dark fingers, back and forth flip. The blazing arcane flames, licking the golden staff body, the horrible heat wave, distorting the surrounding air, so that the dripping sweat, covered with the Drow elves, the graceful and attractive dark body.
Not long after, the golden eagle staff. Under the blazing fire, it dissolved into a puddle of golden mud, while the two azure jades, floating in the sticky, bubbling boiling gold water, unharmed.
With a slight movement of his fingers, the pale centaur used a magic trick to lift two azure-colored arcane jade stones, slowly into the air and towards his head.
After sensing the presence of the jade, the sorcery crown gently trembled open, the lower right first, and the lower left first, inside the two sunken holes, almost instantly, shot out two golden lightning bolts, deadly wrapped around the turquoise blue jade.
At the same time, the two gems also burst out of the blue dazzling electric current, and gold electric beam entwined with each other, crackling.
Under the entanglement of the two phases, almost half of the jade of the sorcery crown, returned to its place. In the moment when the two jade stones, which are also blue in color, are set into the crown, in the inner relief group, a golden carved painting with two snakes on the back and abominable face, as if it comes to life, laughs openly on the crown of sorcery.
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[Crown of Sorcery](Disabled 4/9)
Wearer 5 charms (1 crown 4 gems)
[Super Magic Spellcasting]: The wearer can cast super magic techniques without occupying a high level spell slot, and the number of uses per day is equal to the wearer's level (15/15). Available super magic techniques: 4/9 (spell fixed issue, spell instantaneous issue, spell strong effect, spell extreme effect.
[Chaos Core]: All spells DC 9, all spells damage 9, wearer spell resistance 9, allows caster to use (spell extreme effect).
[Soul of Pixie Dust]: The wearer 6 first attack, 6 reflexes, allows the wearer to use (spell instant).
[Heavenly Vault Fall]: By paying a life value equal to the spell's level, you will additionally duplicate an identical spell when you cast it. Allows the caster to use it (spell is strong).
[Jadeite Jade]: The wearer is immune to toxins, paralysis, and sleep. Allows the wearer to use (spell fixation).
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What is the most fun after the war? Of course it's harvesting the spoils of war! After obtaining two jade stones in a row, Peinhus was in a very happy mood. He brought some of his cronies with him and arrived at the camp of the Chosen Descendants of God with great enthusiasm - it had turned into a wreck.
The murderous barbarian soldiers were plundering all over the place. Under Toria, those dainty maids of honor were no match for the heavily armored fearless, and if they had been in front of the female fearless, they might have been cut down with a halberd, had their ears cut off, or taken as prisoners.
However, if these graceful ladies-in-waiting, facing the male man and horse ------ along the way, the male that beastly roar, the female this with a cry, the wailing of the polite commitment, filled the ears of a line of people. The air, moreover, is filled with the scent of heather.
Chief Bloodrage was a little embarrassed, but on second thought, he indulged them.
The loyalty of the soldiers under his command is the greatest in all the world. For the sake of a few mares that were previously the enemy, cross with the soldiers under his command? What a joke.
Pinehurst ignored these centaur soldiers who were venting their war rage and fear of death, and passed through countless tents before arriving at the tent of the chosen descendants of God, and as soon as he pulled open the curtain door, he was immediately shocked by the image before him!
Buckets of expensive Scrooge dyes painted everything within their sight in the color of gold. A sacred vine, winding around the tent's supports, adorned the dwelling of the gold-treaded chief - and above the vine, inlaid by attendants, dangled countless jewels and jades.
The seven-colored precious diamonds, on the vines of gold, were like bright stars, flaunting their dazzling colors. Several women in the audience, looking at the eyes straight!
"Wealthy, wealthy! My God, the Golden Crawlers, who inherited the majority of the ancient kingdom, are so rich! But all the wealth they've accumulated is mine! How many magic props could I buy from Pentecapone with that kind of money? And how much raw iron ore can I buy from Iron Peak Castle?
Wait, after defeating Toria, the mineral veins of Iron Peak Castle and the pastures of Diodosia are now mine too!!!"
Peinhus' gaze grew greedy as he scanned the interior of the luxurious tent, draped in countless cat-man furs with pale gold mattresses, clusters of marigold flowers that remain forever active, some strange wooden sticks carved with spiral patterns, and three antique, huge wooden chests ------
Blood rage chief cautiously cast a detection magic. After confirming that there is no trap, only then opened the wooden boxes one by one, the items inside the boxes, but also let the crowd grew up mouth in surprise: three boxes inside, filled with magical wonders!
Peinhus sighed at the affluence of the Golden Crawl. Other clans, to have a curiosity, for the chief to use is remarkable, blood rage clan how powerful, the first curiosity obtained, or their own from the bear goblin merchants cheated.
But the Golden Crawlers, with their magical wonders, actually needed three wooden crates to load!
"It seems that this is Toria's so-called home base."
Abu Hoss looked straight at the items in the box and spoke with incomparable shock.
"The Divine Chosen Descent will give her most appreciated cronies powerful magical items to sustain their loyalty and enhance the battle power of the soldiers under her command. Or use these items to bribe the rest of the clans to induce some weak-willed people to defect from their own clans and join the Golden Crawler's camp.
I made bold guesses about her affluence, but the ------ reality is still far beyond my imagination."
"But, today, they are ours."
Peinhers stared intently at the three boxes of curiosities and spoke without raising his head.
"Miss Henneville, you have seen a lot of things, can you identify what these wonders do?"
"May, may."
The Draconic elves were equally shocked and could not leave their eyes. Such a terrifying inventory, even the thirtieth Ulpius Victory Legion, can not reach. It seems that the legend that the Centaur Kingdom, once dominated the grassland is true. Their ancestors really broad, the strength of the extreme heyday, far beyond the assessment of the elven scholars.
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Chapter 113: Dividing the spoils conference
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Henneville from a wide range of wooden boxes, carefully pick up a heavy metal shackles, dark delicate face, immediately reveal a look of disgust. As if the hand is a rotten and smelly flesh and blood corpse.
"Anti-magic shackles ------ Once the shackles are closed, this thing will automatically create an anti-magic force field, and within a five-foot radius, all spells will be disabled. This is something that the Roman Empire used specifically to catch spellcasters! Why do centaurs have one?"
"I don't know, maybe the Romans came to the steppes to catch the spell casters, maybe they were captured by the Persians, and after a few years, they were plundered by a group of nomadic horses and men as spoils of war."
Pinehurst also took a nervous step back, intuition telling himself that his body was as far away from the shackles made of fine gold as possible.
"This thing, however, might work on Toria's - hell, the army that surrendered, almost three times as many as our Bloodrage clan, three times as many! We don't have enough rope to tie their hands and feet yet, we can only send someone to watch ------ such dangerous times, and must hold the chosen descendants of the gods hostage and stabilize the ghastly number of captives."
With her dragon shaped fingertips, Henneville nervously squeezed the pair of anti-magic shackles forged from fine gold, as if the object at her fingertips was the source of some foul-smelling virus. After the test, she did not hesitate to throw it to the ground, so that those melee manglers to pick up. The small red tongue, on the other hand, gently licked her sexy red lips. Greedily detecting the other magic equipment.
Whether human or elf, women are generally the same as dragons, love to collect those luxurious and expensive, or gold glittering items, they have no resistance to these rare and exotic treasures. The Draconian elves have the blood of a deep dragon in their bodies. As for the dwarves? They are not better than dragons in their obsession with wealth, regardless of gender.
"Roman lockets armor that enhances thunder resistance, a steppe recurve bow that comes with a cold attack - this robe ------ looks like the craftsmanship was sewn by Persians. Able to mitigate the damage of flame."
Henneville breathing more and more sharply, the gold crawl saved for years of treasures, one by one to pull out, thrown on top of the pale gold floor covered with cat people leather. With the passage of time, the floor was filled with rare and exotic treasures that were rarely seen in the past.
"Huh - so disgusting, this dress is embroidered with a hundred eyes that will look around, wait, a hundred eyes vestment? Where did Toria get this rare cargo from? These gloves, attached to the brute force, ogre giant power gloves ah. And this stone ------ shape is too perfect, oh my God, it's actually Aeon stone!"
Pinehurst was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. He was like walking into the Grand View Garden, Liu Lou Lou, trembling, bending his hoof, from the ground to pick up a pile of gems, watching these bright and dazzling things, from his fingers slipped. They fell to the ground again, tinkling.
The rest of the chiefs, also shocked speechless, in the past, either shrewd and cunning, or brave and fearless eyes, completely replaced by greed. Saliva stored in the mouth, along their mouths that could not close, slowly flowing down.
"I captured Fleur and seized two pieces of magic equipment from her, and I was happy as hell ------ but her collection, compared to Toriya's, was insignificant."
Lego Lei Spear wiped his chin and spoke greedily.
"We can also follow the example of the chosen descendants of God and use these things as the highest reward to motivate the soldiers under our command and fight bravely."
Peinhers barely recovered and fondly removed his greedy gaze from the top of the pile of magic equipment.
"But, before that! Let's cheer for this victory! All the chiefs and magnates present here can pick any three pieces of equipment."
Black Fang, Poison Bite, Wind Howl, Thunder Spear, Dead Bone, and Gray Mane. The rest of the six Centaur chiefs, plus the two Christina sisters, as well as Henneville, immediately cheered and listened quietly to the Drow warlock, explaining clearly for them what these magic items do as well as their effects.
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"Four enemy-breaking bows for orcs, goblins, humans, and elves, tsk, it looks like, it's raining today and Toria didn't take them out. The last piece ------ ah!!!"
Herniwell let out a piercing scream and dropped Toria's treasured hand directly to the ground - it was a long, slender, severed hand, cold and stiff, apparently, long dead, and damned embalmed!
Sigrid did not mind picking up the broken palm, compared with their own small hands.
"Well, the five fingers of this palm, more slender than the centaur, but more lean and graceful, the index finger belly has calluses, it does not look like a human hand, it should be the limb of a high elf, or wood elf. The broken wrist, and a hole has been cut and strung with a gold chain ------ who is so vicious?"
"Not a bad joke, this is a magic item called [Sage's Hand], the wearer, can use [Mage's Hand] without restriction. It was invented by a mage named Kira Kikyo.
However, the raw material of this strange object, must use a piece of elven palm - damn! If any bastard dares to wear this thing in Alexandria, even if he uses the palm of a high elf, he will be eaten alive by us elves!"
Henneville's heart palpitated and stroked her dark, delicate wrists, gritting her teeth.
Once the identification was done, it was time to choose. Truth be told, Toria's collection is indeed rich, but there is a significant portion of the collection that is very chickenshit. For example, the Hand of the Magi ------ offended half the Empire's elves just to use the [Mage's Hand]?
As the chief of the united tribes, together against the enemy, Pinehurst has the first right to choose the equipment. Himself wearing the crown of sorcery, waist across the war blade of the Heavenly Calamity, incidentally, from the finger of the chosen descendant of God, jerked away the bronze ram's head siege ring. The equipment is already considered very luxurious.
Chief Bloodrage thought carefully and picked up three spindle-shaped bright purple gems from the ground. This type of Aeon stone can store spells with a total of three levels of spell level each.
One lacks long-range killing magic. On weekdays, although you can use the composite longbow to make up for the disadvantage, but, in case of another war on a rainy day ------ and the druid's spell list is very balanced, as an archdruid, the spell position of the chosen descendant of God is also deep.
She doesn't need these little things, but the warlock, however, needs these stones badly to make up for his short off-kilter spell list.
"Teacher, help charge three fireball spells inside, please."
The Draconian elf had a black face. But on second thought, he still agreed to his student's request.
Next was Putreus of the Poison Bite clan. With the strength of her clan, she wasted about one-third of Golden Crawler's troops, taking the most brilliant battle results and winning the respect of the others. Became the second chief to choose the reward.
The gloomy-faced, gleeful Chief Poison Bite stepped forward in faith. She had long ago determined her goal: a pair of weak cicada-winged agility gloves, a string of health amulets to enhance physical fitness, and a plain-looking sublime belt - the lanky, massive physique of the centaurs, and their four-hoofed, upright body structure, gave them a ridiculously high weight-bearing capacity. There is no difficulty in carrying weight. However, the poison bite clan needs to carry a large number of different categories of poison. Therefore, the choice was made for this deep, bottomless subdivision pocket.
Next, everyone's feats, which didn't look too different, everyone shrugged and dove headfirst into the pile of treasures, greedily fondling the ones they had their eye on.
Christina chose a sharp-edged enchanted two-handed giant sword. The two-handed sword, built in accordance with the physical standards of the centaur, was two meters long, with a body like a burning fire, and like a raging wave, curved, like a twisted metal cast viper. If necessary, the user can even hold the sword flat with both hands, using it as a counter-attack spear.
After the enchantment, the wave-shaped twisted sword blade, with sharp to the point of the sword, flashing creepy creepy aura, the rouge blazing horse gently stretch out a finger, just rubbing the thick spine of the sword, you can feel a kind of tearing flesh and blood tingling - wave-shaped blade, this is the favorite structure of the Persian, it seems, is the golden track Centaur, the spoils of war captured from the hands of the demon descendants.
Pinehurst looked at the huge two-handed sword and pondered for a moment, this powerful weapon, like the halberd has a variety of uses. Not only can it be used as a spear to counter the charge, the range of the swing, power, is far beyond the halberd.
However, the share of steel needed to manufacture a five- or six-foot-long sword blade is several times the iron ore needed to cast a halberd head that is just one or two feet long. Blood rage chief slightly calculated the cost, then completely gave up the intention of promoting this weapon.
Home on a vein, but also nothing gold and silver mountains, can not afford to play.
Immediately after, Christina put on the ogre giant power gloves, so that their combat ability continued to soar, was protected by leather slender hands, crossed in front of the chest, ten fingers picked up the collar of the chain armor, instantly put on the body lock armor, raised high.
Pinehurst watched in amazement as his mate, in front of the chiefs, removed the body lock armor, the pair was bound by cloth, along with the master's movements, constantly trembling magnificent snow peaks, with a handsome, long six-pack abs, and mermaid lines of the small waist, all exposed in the air.
The rouge blazing horse carefully put away this ordinary lockets armor, picked up from the ground Toria's collection, a lockets armor with spell resistance, put on their own body, snow-white shoulders, carrying the full weight of the metal armor.
Looking at a group of women and men, simply as if the centaur chief, as well as a large and generous rouge blazing horse. Peynghers had to sigh speechlessly, counting carefully, he spent six moons in the blood fury clan surplus and deficit round. Still not completely adapted to these nomadic customs and culture.
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Chapter 214: The Three Man Tango
Christian had accepted Toria's bribe and bribe. She carried the dazzling shield, as well as the thunderous war hammer, two pieces of magic equipment. Moreover, she thought that the Herculean work she had done had been offset with the reward for returning to the clan. Therefore, with a hundred excuses, the bard chose only one of her favorite curiosities.
It was an extremely special bell lyre. In the center of the lyre, there was a long brace. Two sections were hanging a centaur's gloomy skull, and from afar, it looked surprisingly like a peculiar scale.
"Clang--"
Christian stretched out his luscious little pocket hand, gently picked up the tiny stick and curiously struck it on top of the antique key surface of the bell piano.
In a flash, the elegant and beautiful music triggered vibrations that spread along the wooden lyre frame to the skulls on both sides of the bell lyre. The two long-dead skulls immediately opened their ghastly jaws and let out a loud laugh! The deafening, as if thousands of cats, constantly scratching the wooden boards of the harsh noise, instantly enveloped the entire tent!
Several spell casters wanted to stop, but found that, under this terrifying wave of sound, their own spell chanting, simply can not be diffused throughout the world of the magic network, or the vast energy in the body, accurate perception.
If magic is the phone. Then, the magic network is the fingerprint unlocking device, the caster, is that finger. Only a perfect match can harness the power of arcane magic, the
However, the noise emitted from this bell lyre was like a layer of solid wooden board, blocking between the two. Let the caster in the extremely strong sound wave interference, a short time can not accurately through the verification, the use of magic power.
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Christian scrambled to feel up and down, stopping the spread of noise and ending the little panic, and the rest of the chiefs, continued to start searching for the items of their hearts.
Lego Thunder Spear chose left and right, he looked at the magic equipment on the ground with fondness, picking up this one and throwing away that one. The incomparable tangled expression on his face illustrates Chief Lei Spear's unusual struggle at this moment.
"Forget it, just these three pieces."
Holding three pieces of equipment, Lego looked at the treasure trove on the ground with heartache, and left the ocean of curiosities that filled the ground with one step and three steps.
As a warrior, Lego also chose the strength-enhancing Ogre Giant Power Gloves, as well as the physique-enhancing Health Amulet. Then, he took a spear with electric explosion enchantment, before nodding in satisfaction - this is in line with the name of his clan's thunder spear.
Abhorses picked a tan linen vestment. Above the soft and smooth cloth, densely embroidered with a variety of animal species, from the fierce and fierce tiger, to the well-behaved and docile hare. From the huge mammoth, to the incomparably small rat, almost a complete animal illustration.
This vestment allows the druid to transform once extra per day.
Next, the Withered Bone Priest picked the amulet that enhances perception, and the silk gloves that enhance agility.
Sigrid was a little hesitant. She took away Toria's devouring shield. This pitch-black shield with a smooth mirror-like surface could be used twice a day, causing weapons that touched the shield to be disintegrated into the tiniest dust by the terrifying arcana.
Immediately after that, she picked up an entire divine shooting wrist guard that came with finger and elbow gloves, which could autonomously trim the position of the arm and assist in aiming, along with an ethereal dagger that could attack virtual bodies.
Clutching his blessed blade, which was wracked with terrifying currents and crackling, Orakil gazed at the magical items all over the floor and did a fierce battle of thought.
In the end, he only picked a glamorous cloak that shone with bright stars, and then grabbed two more expensive-looking items to take to exchange for money.
Wind Howl clan is left with more than two hundred people. If you want to revive the clan, the chief warlock needs a lot of gold.
Gorel picked at random, this battle, she deeply recognized the limits of the warrior. Therefore, the choice of an elegant and noble, by tens of thousands of blue feathers woven from the bright cloak. When necessary, the cloak will turn into a pair of blue feather wings with a wingspan of twenty feet, allowing themselves to gain the ability to fly for a certain period of time.
Immediately after, the gray falcon, wearing the most stocked ogre giant power gloves, took another anti-magic shackles forged of fine gold - Toria collected two in total, so there is still a rich one.
Finally, Henneville put on a hundred-eyed mantle with a delighted face, draped in a gauzy shawl glittering with bright stars, and with her long, slender five fingers, she toyed with an oak scepter inlaid with aquamarine jade stones.
Blood-colored silk, covering the slender, dark body of the Drow elves, more than a hundred terrible eyes filled with hideous blood, accompanied by a creepy rubbing sound effect, alertly turned around.
And the thin, cicada-winged star cloak enhances the wearer's charisma. The sapphire scepter, moreover, allows the user to use the super magic technique of spell instant three times a day without the need to spend high level spell bits.
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The victorious northern allies cheered and took stock of their spoils. Surrendering their ears and captives for status and wealth. Pinehurst, however, did not have any rest time.
The beast onnado guy, with his evil smoke clan, ran to catch the green dragon, and now do not know how the situation, if the Lord of the forest and flower sea eat a bite of this big technical bully, and then stuck in the throat and choked to death, it would be good, can solve two trouble in one breath.
Christian said that it was the poet-dead who were the Mortarians, planted among the centaurs, trying to corrupt the whole community and acting as spies for his subordinates.
And now, Piana, that bewitching bitch, runs back to rescue her evil dragon master with the entire poetic dead. Coles' army of golden crawlers was tricked by the fireball spell to go to the west, but accidentally found the werewolf scouts ------
In looking at their side, a bunch of wounded need to be treated, a bunch of dead need to be buried. Iron Peak Fortress, Diodosia is now incomparably empty, and one must immediately send troops to take the steel fortress and prosperous city in the south, back into one's hands.
Let's not talk about these annoying things. The High Elf's Tide Song mage, once again rambling posted, asking when exactly the centaurs will send troops to rescue Pentecapone - gosh, a bunch of unfinished business, how can I have the time to gallop to the Elf's city-state? There are still nearly 10,000 captives out there, waiting to be disposed of.
The Blood Fury chief scratched his long silver hair frantically. He even considered using shackles and swords to force Toria to marry himself, so that he would have the opportunity to serve as chief of both the Golden Crawl and the Blood Fury, uniting two powerful clans.
This annexation was not comparable to the last time when the surrendered soldiers were appeased. The total number of warriors under the divine fire is far less than the Centaur Council. And also divided into three clans, not unified with each other, split up, disrupt just fine. The rebellions were quickly put to rest.
But this time, the gold crawl captives, than the sum of all their allies, a little higher. And all from the same clan ------ if all slaughtered, no, how can slaughter, now a small Gredinian, there are five kings from different clans, people and horses lack of soldiers lack of a great deal, digging their own great wall can not do.
Of course, there is one last way, and that is to defeat Toria in a one-on-one one-on-one ceremony and obtain the proclamation of the Golden Crawler Chief. Get the nearly 10,000 surrendered soldiers to behave. But this path certainly will not go, four Centaur chiefs, plus the Christina sisters, and a number of subordinates, join forces to beat the horrible guys, how can a person fight alone?
"Forget it, you guys, go out as Centaur messengers to Cesonius, instead of me, to the presence of that pale green wolf king."
Chief Bloodrage considered the matter and decided to ignore the golden crawler crap for now and start dealing with the most important matter at hand.
Several blood rage barbarian soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what the chief meant.
"That guy Coles, spotted the werewolf scouts, those damn beasts, and noticed this ridiculous infighting of ours. Now the pack is in a mess, and a hundred things are going wrong, and I don't have the energy, to fight Horus in a fight."
The pale centaur spoke wearily.
"Pick up thirteen heads of the Golden Crawlers from the battlefield, put them on thirteen spears, decorate them with ribbons and skins, and then, using the golden banner of the Horseshoe as a carpet, spread it over their wolf court, and you will go all the way over there, beating gongs and drums, and say to the giant wolf: I, Pinehurst, have defeated the Golden Crawlers! The centaurs are reunited under the banner of my blood rage! The new kingdom controls tens of thousands of strings and mountains of livestock!"
"Uh ------ why did you do that, chief?" A barbarian soldier cocked his head, not quite understanding what Pinehurst was doing.
"Deter our fearsome neighbor. Let him know that our men and horses are not to be messed with. And with the civil war over, he doesn't have a chance, again, to take advantage of the fire. I don't want to fight a third Battle of Diodosia."
Chief Bloodrage rubbed his temples, pondering whether he had missed anything.
"After showing the strength of the centaur, we have to show goodwill to him ------ like this, you guys in from the captured loot, choose some chicken oddities, and then randomly grab some gold gems to give that giant wolf meaning, say these things, on behalf of my Pinehurst friendship, that I have no intention to go to war with the wolves, I am willing to continue to maintain that fragile peace agreement. "
"Understood, I'll take the men out immediately."
Several barbarian soldiers nodded and left the side of the pale man-horse.
Pinehurst scratched his head sadly. After a toss and turn, the sun has long sunk into the western sea. Like an abyss of dark eyes, the colorful and beautiful world, automatically switched into a black and white dim picture.
Blood rage chief yawned, after arranging a triple vigil troops, decided to drag a tired body to go to sleep, the rest of the matter is not very important, tomorrow in want to do well.
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"Dear--"
The first time I stepped into the tent, a naked rouge horse, with a bloody shadow, into the arms of Pinehurst, the magnificent snow peak, squeezed the pale warlock's left arm, hot red lips, gently kissed the corner of his cold mouth.
The first of these is the one that is the most important part of the game. The same naked Christian, a little shy, embraced his right arm, coffee-colored magnificent mountains, hitting the arm, rippling a tempting ripples.
"We just talked about it, Christian likes you too, she even played my look to go with you ------ Anyway, my sister and I have shared more than one or two things since we were kids. One more of you doesn't matter, I'm not a chief now, and I don't need to think about face."
Christina gently leaned on Pinehurst's left shoulder, her long scarlet hair, like a waterfall of blood, slowly fell to the floor.
Although, the rouge blazing horse's muzzle was gentle and calm, but two slender fingers, but in the pale warlock's waist, grabbed a small piece of flesh, and violently rotated a circle.
"But my sister is the only special case! Yes, centaurs are not male or female, and if they are strong enough and rich enough, they can take multiple mates. But I can also launch, duel, invitation, to them. The kind you can't refuse. Painehurst? My chief?"
"Hiss..."
The blood rage chief hardened the pain in his waist and looked at Christina with a parting of innocence. From a wave, pulled out the left arm, tenderly embraced her into his arms.
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Looking at the side of the Chu Chu pitiful, and warm and generous Christina, the complete opposite of Christian, blood rage chief hesitated for a moment, also embraced the petite and lovely bard.
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The aura of lust and lustfulness instantly filled the entire huge chief's tent. The three horses were playing around in the tent, giving vent to the pressure of death that had built up almost to the limit during the war.
The two beautiful faces are almost identical, but each has its own characteristics. The younger sister, Christina, is cheerful and generous, enthusiastically cooperating with the pale white horse's every move, without hiding her emotions and words, and sometimes she even turns the tables on Peinhers instead. Enjoy the supreme pleasure.
However, sister Christian is introverted and restrained, under the four long, robust pale horses' hooves, and turned into joy. The bard's red lips were closed, a kind of inexplicable pride as the eldest daughter, so she did not want to make those shy noises in front of her sister.
But as time went on, Christian's breathing became heavier and more rapid, and she could no longer purse her two red and tempting lips like a poppy, accompanied by violent body tremors, in a series of crisp, melodious and seductive moan of great pleasure.
Chapter 215: Sigh of contentment
The next morning, Pinehurst walked out of the chief's tent refreshed. Last night, when he rode on top of Christina's hot body and rode with abandon, the petite and lovely Christian, finally let go of his inner reserve and leapt up beside himself, asking for more pleasure.
The Blood Rage chief flipped his supple waist and dug his head into two rippling softnesses, eliciting a gasp from the bard.
Peinehurst was so absorbed in the tender land that he forgot almost all his worries. However, once you get up, it's time to get down to business, it's time to keep the war machine called "Centaur" running.
Dead Bones and Grey Mane revolted and the poet-dead were nowhere to be found. Clan Tasmar was badly damaged, with the chief and superior leaders slaughtered by Golden Crawler. The ancient clan was completely dismembered, its population and remaining supplies, divided up and merged by Wind Howl and Poison Bite, two equally crippled clans.
As for the last of the Gold Crawlers, Peinhus gave up a great deal of the spoils of war and swallowed all the Gold Crawler captives in one gulp. Together with Sigrid, he led more than two hundred heavily armored Fearless, and more than eight hundred Black Fangs, who were deadly guarding the God's Chosen descendants bound by anti-magic shackles, to watch over nearly ten thousand Gold Crawlers' surrendered soldiers.
After this, Gredinian's centaur tribe, only the remaining blood fury, gray mane, thunder spear, dead bone, black fang, poison bite, wind howling seven tribes.
At the same time, Chief Blood Rage ordered Christian and Christina sisters, with three thousand Blood Rage barbarian soldiers, together with three thousand and five hundred horses of the Grey Mane Clan, one thousand druids of Dead Bones, and all the members of the Poison Bite, to go south at fire speed to seize the defenceless Iron Peak Fortress and Diodosia. Completely unify the existing homes of the Centaurs.
The clansmen of Thunder Spear and Wind Howler are responsible for stationing Skerritt's Yew in the north.
His own close guards and Blackfangs' gendarmes were on the outside of the northern fortress, watching over and recruiting these soldiers who were forced to surrender.
Pinehurst thought hard about the method of recovering the surrendered soldiers. How about splitting the Golden Crawler into three different clans, managed by the three surrendered generals, Charleston, Coles, and Fleur? In the arrangement in three different pastures?
Too retarded, this method is really too retarded. The pale centaur scoffed at the idea. He wondered why he had come up with such an unreliable idea.
Oh, it seems that someone from another world, Xiang, did the same thing after defeating another power.
Heh, that's really a bad idea.
Since defeating in single combat, or forcing to welcome the chosen descendant of God, are futile vain, there is only one way left. Pinehurst held the chief in order to make the golden track. Let those rebels throw in the towel when, once again moved their own covenant, as well as the military merit system, trying to use these better laws and regulations to attract surrendered soldiers to join their camp.
At the same time, the horror of the black fangs, like ghosts, wandering in the unarmed gold crawlers camp, once caught in the heart of the wrongdoer. They will be the most cruel and painful means, peel off a full sheet of human and horse leather, hanging on top of the spear, so that they can see, the end of betrayal.
Under the combination of grace and power, the restlessness in Jin Cui is slowly subsiding. The old noble system is broken by the new order, and the nobles who lost all their equipment are defeated and lose their ruling position by a brave and warlike Jin Cui soldier, while the newly ascended hundreds and thousands of households are grateful for the law of blood rage. Under a major reshuffle, the ruling structure of the Golden Crawlers was completely turned upside down.
The exhausted Peinhers, lying in the empty chief tent, began to regret sending Christian, Christina, really from simple into extravagant easy, from extravagant into simple difficult. Three people under the leadership of Pinehurst, playing numerous tricks, after eating the marrow, once you leave is simply torture.
However, except for the two sisters, other people, such as Caen, Curonia and so on, are simply not enough to convince the public, there is no way to rule most of the army and manage the order of the two southern cities.
Bear with it first.
"Hissing."
Suddenly, the chief's curtain tent was pulled open. Henneville bare a pair of dark jade feet, gently stepped on top of the sheepskin carpet. She was draped in the captured hundred-eyed vestments, countless bloodshot eyes, randomly spinning around, showing a very evil, horrible.
"What's wrong, teacher?"
Pinehurst misses his two mates very much. He stared deathly at the bright purple Ayn stone that encircled his head and flew slowly in regulation, and spoke lazily.
"It's been five months. As a Drow Elf, I've been fighting with you everywhere for five months now, and I'll have to help you with the Aeonite and recharge three fireball spells for free later, right? My dear student."
Henneville's eyes and tone of voice, obviously something is not right. The shapely and delicate body hidden under the vestments seems to be trembling faintly.
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The blood rage chief tilted his head, not quite understanding what the Drow elves, exactly what they were trying to say.
"Some of the Drow elves are quite open and edgy in their ideas. Most dark-skinned elves, in fact, are a bunch of loose cannons and hedonists. Your teacher, on the other hand, has been in a pile of monsters for a good five months."
Magnus wisely flew towards the outside of the tent.
"Oh, yes, when I was patrolling the tent before, your teacher and that High Elf slave girl often grind tofu with each other."
"???"
The breath of Henneville became heavier and heavier, she removed the hundred eyes of the mantle, a near-perfect proportion of the black ketone body, completely exposed in front of the eyes of Pinehurst, like a waterfall of dazzlingly long, silky silver hair, along with the graceful body, has been down to the ankle position.
"So, it's not too much to ask my students to fill my empty mind and body while I fill my fireball spell, is it?"
Faced with such a willowy, bee-waisted ** and black-skinned, silver-haired elf girl, it is impossible to say that you are not moved. However, before the traditional moral concept, has been restrained Pinehurst's behavior, even if the other party has repeatedly hinted, he did not cross that bottom line.
However, this shackle that binds the soul is crumbling along with the three-person tango that night.
Pinehurst wrapped his arms around Henneville's ** body, as if the hard chest of ice, and two groups of soft fiercely hit together, rippling the dark ripples, a pair of red lips, but also greedily close together, desperately asking for each other's love.
After some tossing and turning, the duo, breathing more and more sharply, found an awkward problem - the centaur was just too tall. The body structure is also not very suitable for some lovemaking.
However, Henneville obviously prepared a lot for today, in the surrounding males are all centaurs, greenskins, goblins, abominable high elves, no one normal, she finally gave up her bottom line and chose to turn her student upside down.
Only two pliable leather straps were seen running across the back of Chief Bloodrage's horse. Joined together at the lower horse's belly, forming into two loose leather loops. Henneville bent her waist, exposing the perfect curve of her back, the shapely, sexy, dark, delicate body, from the hind hooves, deftly into the inside of the trap, then contracted the belt, put himself, firmly fixed in the abdomen of the pale warlock.
In the moment of their union, the long-hungry female warlock finally let out a sigh of satisfaction.
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