Chapter 216: Calamity of Bey Shadow
"The centaur, the archer, is one with his mount, symbolizing a warrior, perfectly harnessed to his war machine! Our pack, destined to be the hegemon of the steppe! No one can shake our reign! A new kingdom will rise like the rising red sun with the joint efforts of all of us!"
Pinehurst spoke eloquently in front of the descending soldiers of the Golden Crawlers. Trying to get these exaggerated numbers of warriors, let go of the barriers and hatred between clans. For the future of the entire centaur community, side by side.
The pale centaur's slender and robust four hooves are slightly deflated. The Drow elves' tricks and techniques are really many, each time, they can stimulate the deepest pleasure of their souls, a night down, slightly overwhelmed.
Luckily, in the end, she was able to overcome the slender Henneville by virtue of her size and let out a gasp of satisfaction and pain as she began to beg for mercy - but, her weak hands, covered in sweat, were unable to untie the two straps that were used for fixing purposes as they trembled violently without interruption.
Until now, the Drow elves were lying on the sheepskin blanket, tired and contentedly whirring in sleep.
"Chief! Chief! It's not good!!!"
Just as the blood rage chief, placating the golden crawler descendants. Suddenly, a predator, flying towards the pale centaur, his left wrist, wrapped in several layers of thick leather, a dark falcon, the centaur's left arm as a resting perch, sharp eagle claws, deep into the interior of the leather.
"What is it?"
Painehurst interrupted his speech and looked strangely at the visitor: he was also a veteran of Blood Rage, and to interrupt himself in such a panic must have been an emergency.
"Green green green dragon! The evil dragon with green scales in the sea of ghost flowers is flying towards us!!!"
The pale centaur's face suddenly turned unusually ugly. In the distance, a hideous dragon roar that contained anger and humiliation also verified the accuracy of this message.
"Quick! Get out of the city! Face the battle! Don't let the battle burn inside the castle! Hurry! Hurry! Quickly!"
The pale centaur quickly gathered up two hundred of blood rage barbarian soldiers, together with a few wind howler warlocks, and a hundred of thunder spear garrison, and took the lead in racing towards the west. At the end of that azure sky dome, a small emerald green dot, along with time, became larger and larger.
Covered with turquoise scales of the terrifying body, as if a verdant and magnificent mountain range, elegant and slender limbs and neck, swaying with the wind, as if a horrible python that chooses people to devour. A pair of emerald green flesh wings enough to cover the sky, each flap, can roll up a terrifying storm!
Under the shadow of Mortarian's wings, the grass trembled and huddled together, and the sheep that grazed them were frightened by the dragon's innate fierceness and bleating, and fled in all directions! The shepherds and Caucasian dogs who looked after them were no better, and they were so frightened in front of this flying beast that they even foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground!
"I didn't mess with him! This dragon is sick! Forget it, he doesn't have the venue and numbers advantage this time, who's afraid if we really have to fight!"
Peinhers barely managed to steady himself and motivate the soldiers' morale.
"Don't be afraid! There is only one strong opponent! And behind us, there are thousands of brothers and sisters! By shooting one arrow each, we can turn this evil dragon into a bloody hedgehog! All of you, bend your bows and shoot your arrows!"
"BOOM!!!"
Just when the barbarian soldiers, ready to shoot a round of arrow rain to cover the sky, the master of the sea of dark forest flowers, actually far away from the wings, began to dive toward the ground, he was like a green horror meteor, with a dark green poisonous gas tail flame, from the dome of the sky fell, heavily smashed in the distant open pastures, raising a sky of smoke and dust.
Looking at the green-scaled evil dragon that landed 300 feet away, Peinhers also wondered a bit, this incomparably treacherous true dragon actually gave up his flying advantage? What kind of tricks did he want to play again?
"Friends? Friends!"
Motarian's head and neck, like a shadow-like green-scaled python, quietly burrowed out of the roiling smoke. Followed by two equally elegant, slender front claws, and broad, sturdy arms - above his left shoulder, sat a huge green beast.
"Beastly Leonardo Waaagh Finch??"
The centaur's eyes widened incredulously. This big green-skinned techno-bully and war chief was miserable and wretched to the core. He was covered in blood, with a broken arm and an empty right chainmail sleeve. The four punching fangs, which he was proud of, were also broken in half.
The beast's nasal bridge, as if struck by a siege hammer, the entire broken open, the nose hanging crookedly above his hideous face, showing more miserable, comical.
But this one is actually sitting on an adult green dragon!!!
Mortarion let out a grumpy roar and reluctantly dropped his head, letting the green skin slide down his long, slender neck and onto the ground. The great techno-buster strode crookedly over to Painehurst's side, raised his only arm, and roared happily to the heavens!
"Friend Peinhers! I've done it! I did it! Although I buried the entire Evil Flame Clan, I still conquered a dragon! And rode him in the sky! Hahahaha! From ancient times, there are only a few greenskins who can conquer a dragon, and I'm afraid I'm the only one still alive!
Now, I'm the biggest! I'm the strongest! I'm the one messing with Mao's divine selection!!!"
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The blood rage chief a saw a ghost of an expression, horrified gaze, constantly switching on the beast onnado and Mortarion's body. A green-skinned war gang of more than 800 people actually defeated a green dragon?
"How, how did you win? He still has an unknown number of wood elf slaves under his command, huh? The poetic dead also seem to ------"
"Ah, an old friend is here, don't you need good wine and meat to entertain him? My clan is all dead, and there is no cook to give me stewed Scrooge."
The beast onnado some grief to say, but the grief of extinction, quickly drowned by the sense of achievement of capturing the dragon. Greenskin crossed one arm, raised his chest, proudly looking around at the people.
"From today onwards, I will be called the dragon tamer: beast onnado waaagh Finch!!!"
The pale centaur rolled his eyes speechlessly. Secretly ordered the soldiers under his command, closely monitor that very obedient and well-behaved looking dragon, then, with this eight-foot tall big technical bar, into the fortress, slaughtered a fat head of sheep reception.
A few marauders, who were out hunting, provided a doe for this little feast and bought a few more sea fish from the Goths.
A just adult foal, I do not know from which cave touched a few bats, immediately snatched by Peinhus, thrown into the campfire burned, ordered the druid to these fearless foals to check - really ignorant, this thing to eat, in case of trouble, divine magic is not good to save you. Compared with these thin and bony, almost fleshless things, captive cattle and sheep, it is not fat or fragrant?
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Chapter 217: Greenskin vs Green Dragon
"My friend, how did you defeat that giant dragon and successfully tame it?"
Looking at the beast onnado who was like gulping down a half roasted lamb in one gulp, Pinehurst made a puzzled sound. He understood the character of the orcs and put on an adoring tone.
"As far as I know, he also has many servants of wood elf and centaur dragon descent ah. The powerful dragon tamer beast Onador, you can actually defeat them all at the same time, remarkable, remarkable."
"Servant? What servant? When we went there, he was the only dragon."
The beast onnado will chewed pieces of meat, swallowed down the abdomen, and gulp down a large bowl of fermented milk wine, turquoise face, floating a touch of drunken red.
"Come, come, I will tell you, I tamed the legendary battle of the dragon!!!"
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Rewind the time to two days ago.
The beasts of the Evil Flame Clan cut down wood in a big way, and even took out a lot of coins, livestock, and hired laborers of centaurs to help them gather raw materials. Beast Onado with a bunch of technical boys, and hammer Scrooge, tracing line Scrooge, saw Scrooge and other tool beasts show their skills.
A giant four-wheeled wagon, the orcs added five or six layers of ragged, crumbling wooden buildings, countless goblin slaves, and a kind of Scrooge subspecies can spit out corrosive acid hid inside, manipulating a scaled-down version of the scorpion crossbow, high above the ground, 360 degrees shooting without dead ends.
This far looks, and garbage mountain as high as the mobile fortress, the evil flame beasts people made a total of five, each by six riding Scrooge pull. In addition, there is a large number of wood, leather. And all kinds of rags, re-created the bombing city junk, raging forward.
It didn't take long for the Evil Flame Clan to arrive at the unsettling forest. Sky-high pine and cypress giant trees, densely crowded with snowy green skeleton flowers, stretched to the end of the view. Billions of deep green leaves, rustling in the breeze. And the birds and beasts in the forest, as if they had their own souls, one by one suddenly stopped in place, vigilantly surveying these foreign orc clans.
Green skin and green dragon although both have a "green" word. However, these bold and wild human-like creatures are not interested in the aesthetics of dragons. The beast Onando is not interested in the magnificent primeval forest, and the beautiful and delicate flowers in front of him. At his command, the cavalry boys, immediately lifted the bags of debris in front of them and dumped them on the sunken carriers.
Another group of greenskins poured sticky Scrooge fat onto the stone projectiles. And rubbed the iron with flint, bursting out dazzling sparks, after the fire, the boys violently released the noose, allowing a huge thick stake, after the loss of restraint, a loud "bang", in countless flexible tendons pulling, instantly restored to vertical position.
Slim lever, so that the throwing force is more horrible, countless pieces stained with sticky fat. The burning debris, in the sky, cut out countless brightly colored kneeling down. Trailing a string of pitch-black tail flame, like countless flaming meteors, fell in the dark forest!!!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
"According to the intelligence of the centaurs, to enter the forest and fight him is to seek death! Then, burn! Burn this forest down for me! No matter how long it takes, we must force that green dragon to come out! Garbage Mountain, stand by to shoot!"
"Waaagh!!!"
The green-skinned boys cheered. They gripped the machetes and bows and arrows in their hands. Excitedly searching for the enemy. Thirsty for the battle to appear.
In fact, the Evil Flame Clan didn't have to wait long; Mortarian would not tolerate his cherished garden being burned to the ground by a gang of orcs. The avian perched on a tree branch immediately informed his master of the situation through his own two eyes.
Deep in the forest, suddenly blowing a terrible storm, the sound of leaves rubbing against each other intensified, and even overshadowed the sound of flames bursting, and orcs shaking the sky roar!
The evil sun beasts grew their mouths in horror, countless gigantic trees, surprisingly towards the dragon on both sides, bending their sturdy branches and trunks, giving way to a flight path for Motarian, the whole forest seems like a turquoise ocean, by the evil dragon's sky-blind wings, evenly cut into two halves.
"Ho ho ho ho!!!"
Green scales of the evil dragon, issued a heaven-shattering roar, scarlet appalling blood pots in the mouth, countless fangs entwined with poisonous fog, in the sunlight, reflecting the sharp cold light, forked bloody tongue a flip, a large number of horrible liquid with corrosive, by the dragon sprayed everywhere.
"Shoot! Shoot! Go, go, go!"
The beast onnado hastily ordered. But a hill-sized appalling beast, suddenly split the entire forest in two, such as a gale like thunder like a meteor, raging towards himself, will he cover the sky with a horrible shadow, cast a shadow to the feet of the entire army - the scene in front of the bit too horrible, a large number of orcs trembling, can not even move a finger!
Motarian dropped his head, brewing a deadly dragon breath. The moment he swept over the Evil Flame Clan, tyrannical air currents, instantly wrapped in corrosive poisonous gas, like a dark green wave of shock, gushed out from Mortarian's mouth! And along with his swift flight kept moving!
The deadly dragon's breath, like a collapsing vault of heaven, buried the orcs in a dark green ruin of death
Under the sweep of the wind, the flexible vines are broken, mountains of grass, crushed into the tiniest dust, burning flames, instantly extinguished by the violent air currents. Even the machinery of war, but also by the horror of the wind, tearing off a cut and a cut skin and tendons.
Where the dragon's breath passed, the flat earth, was torn into loose soil, all lifted into mid-air, turned into a sky of yellow sand, revealing a section and a section of the root system of ancient trees climbing and staggering.
The poison wrapped in the gale is more like the hand of death, tearing apart the life of everything. One by one, the forest creatures wrapped in the dragon's breath, stiffened and fell off the tree branches. Hair, flesh and blood, and even hard bones, are visible to the naked eye, eroded by the toxin.
Everywhere the poisonous cloud passed, a giant tree withered and rotted! Countless orc boys and Scrooge were taken by surprise, they wailed, coughed, cried out in pain, were restricted in their ability to move by the neurotoxin, and then, were completely engulfed by the poisonous mist that was enough to corrode flesh and blood.
A piece of gradually decaying green flesh and blood, as if a piece of withered autumn leaves, slowly stripped from the pale bones, falling, not much time, even the strong bones, the surface is also covered with dense cracks, the slightest touch, will break into the ground full of debris.
However, there are still some strong-willed green skin, began to bend the bow to counterattack. The rain of terrifying arrows that covered the sky ruthlessly hit the turquoise scales, rubbing out bright sparks, and the trash mountain made a deafening and terrifying noise, shaking its body and shooting out a corrosive acid, and bowl-thick spears.
An ancient giant base that was magically modified by the beast Onado, moreover, attracted everyone's attention - on the third floor of the five-story dangerous building, was forced by the green skin with spears, wooden nails, and even sticky blood, rotten mud, nailing a huge lever device attached to a stake tens of feet long, with grooves.
At one end of the stake, stuffed with a dense face-biting Scrooge: these round little things are brutal in nature, jagged teeth, sharp enough to chew the human skull. The other end of the lever is tied to a heavier boulder than the Scrooge, but it is pulled high up in the air by countless ropes, fixed at the top of the garbage mountain.
In the big technical bully furious roar, a few by the dragon, scared to calf weak gnomes, hastily pulled out from the pocket knife, cut off the fixed stake, boulder rope, extremely heavy stake immediately fell down, hit the ground heavily, set off ten thousand feet of smoke and dust.
At the same time, suddenly popped up the other end of the lever, directly above the hundreds of head of biting face Scrooge, all thrown into mid-air! The round little things scared woah woah.
Some of them landed on Motarian's back, frantically gnawing on the turquoise dragon scales, rubbing out a string of dazzling sparks. Some, a bite of the green-scaled evil dragon's fleshy wings, dead not to let go of the mouth, along with the flap of feathers sharply up and down, more Scrooge, is a heavy fall to the ground, into a puddle of bloody flesh and mush.
"Damn greenskins!!!"
Motarian slightly adjust the direction, flying through the open space between the two garbage mountain, a pair of wrapped in strong wind of the terrifying flesh wings, like two huge sharp axes, the garbage mountain from the center, neatly cut into two!
Entangled in the dragon's wings of the Scrooge, the scene was impacted into a puddle of fuzzy mush, stay inside the carrier gnomes, also suffered the miserable fate of the waist, blood-soaked wooden debris flying in the sky, two huge wreckage collapsed, I do not know how many innocent greenskins were killed.
Motarian began to climb into the sky, turquoise huge body, like a sea swallow as elegant and flexible, he was like an acrobat, in the air three hundred and sixty degrees high-speed rotation three times, the body of those damned face bite Scrooge shake off all.
"Whew--"
The beast onnado looked at the green god of death in the sky in horror. He looked down arrogantly at the crickets on the ground and once again took a long, deep breath!
"Dragon's Breath! Dragon's Breath! Take cover!"
The War Chief fled in disarray to a mountain of garbage, hoping that these haphazardly assembled wooden fortresses would filter the horrific toxins. His big green face, clinging to the leaking wooden walls, watched the outside through the cracks - a horrific corrosive spit that resembled a dark green wave of shock! once again drowned his proud army of evil flames.
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Chapter 218: Dark Green's Divine Grace
Under the pressure of the true dragon, the seven fierce and aggressive, chained to the ground bipedal flying dragon, now like a meek and tame lamb, trembling, obediently lying on the ground, with the forelimbs of the pair of huge flesh wings, dead cover the head, with the dragon language silent chanting "you can not see me, you can not see me, you can not see me ------"
Less than a minute into the battle, Mortarian just used a dive, two spit, it killed more than eighty greenskins, incidentally crushed the evil flame clan's faltering morale, countless epidermis crumbling, bare large pink muscle orcs, screaming, crying, wailing and fleeing in all directions! Boom City is unused, the only three remaining garbage mountain, and there are constantly goblins jumping for their lives!
"Come back! Come back to me all!!!"
The beast onnado watched the green dragon destroy everything he had, his heart almost dripping blood. With the help of a sound amplification device made of bullhorn, he let out a blood-curdling roar of terror, barely reinvigorated the morale of the soldiers nearby, by the way, ascended to the second floor of the garbage mountain, from the goblins, snatched a broken giant crossbow.
The eagle-eyed Scrooge on the shoulders of the big technical bully, also jumped up and down to the top of the giant crossbow's stand, aided by orcish calculations, adjusting the trajectory of the shot.
The speed of the real dragon is three times that of the bipedal flying dragon, but the degree of sensitivity, but only a little, the body of the huge dragon, need to make a big circle, to adjust, change the direction of their flight. The beast onnado stared at the horrible turquoise shadow in the sky, viciously snapped the hanging knife in his hand.
With the deafening boom of the bowstring, a heavy spear, in the clear sky, crossed a brown arc, with a sharp tip, pointed straight at the golden vertical pupils of Mortarian!
The green-scaled evil dragon, the orcs hiding within the wooden fortress, issued a burst of cold mockery. Inside the dragon's eye pupils, the second layer of laterally contracted eye face, like two strong glass doorway, fiercely closed together, shooting spears, simply can not penetrate the dragon's inherently terrifying armor, Motarian than fellow dragons, more powerful fangs and claws, and thus aimed at the trash mountain range!
"ROAR!!!"
At the critical moment, several linen-clad psychic boys finally completed their spells. The three bipedal flying dragons accompanied by a burst of arcane spells opened their bloody maws and let out a low roar against the green cataracts in the sky.
The inside of the red flying dragon's eyes, filled with hideous blood, a pair of huge fleshy wings, overflowing with paths of blood-colored smoke. It was almost like a barbarian's blood rage.
On the other side, an army of fifty big dudes, also trampling on the gruesome corpses of their compatriots, let out a roar of rage. These nine-foot-tall green-skinned big guys, wielding horrific blades far beyond their normal size, rode on huge Scrooges to support their boss. At the beast Onando's command, several goblins, nearly scared to death, whipped the pack animals pulling the wagons, ordering them to haul the mountain of junk and continue their approach to the green dragon!
"BOOM!!!"
Accompanied by a deafening loud sound. The goblins destroyed all the support structure of the garbage mountain, the towering six-story dangerous building, trembling and shaking, in accordance with the precise calculations of the beast onnado, to the green dragon rushing route collapse! Sea of wood, stone is like a flood of broken dike, and as if the collapse of the vault of heaven, interspersed with a few did not run away from the gnomes, Scrooge. Instantly flooded Motarian's head!
The green-scaled evil dragon, which was hit by a rough hand, forced down on top of the battlefield, with four slender and hideous claws, plowing four deep furrows of blood and flesh on the ground. The collapsed stakes and stones did not hurt the sturdy dragon scales. However, a large amount of waste dust, but into the nasal cavity of Motarian. Let him frantically sneeze, each sneeze, let the nearby area, into the envelope of death poisonous fog.
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Greenskins are wonderful creatures. If gods can draw on the faith of their followers and gain transcendent power. Every greenskin, then, is a weakened version of a deity.
They can likewise absorb the praise and longing of their companions. The more powerful and capable the orc is, the more orcs will be worshipped by their fellow orcs, and under the influence of this peculiar energy, the bodies of these creatures, which will produce a permanent mutation, swell into a giant form of horrible green skin - also known as the big green skin only guy.
This gigantic is no limit, as long as the green skin did not die, the more ferocious fighting, will let him be worshipped by more companions, the big only guy will become bigger and bigger - according to historical documents, a few hundred years ago, the Hun monarch Boldon, that guy's size, even comparable to an ancient dragon.
The beast Onando is not so exaggerated, but is also a big green skin almost three meters tall. Only to see, he stood on top of a huge carriage, raising a sharp blade of steel, the azure sky above his head, suddenly turned into an evil, horrible emerald green color, and along with the surrounding clouds, twisted into a terrifying vortex.
In the center of the vortex, a dark green beam of light descended into the sky! Bathed in the center of the energy of the beast onnado, all over the body, burning green energy flame, his sturdy body, another thick circle, the terrifying sound of the battle roar, even over the roar of the dragon!
"Screw the hair possession!!!"
"WAAAGH!!!"
Looking at the handsome and beautiful (by orc standards) body of their chief, after using divine grace, the fighting spirit of the greenskins was rekindled, and they broke out into a mountainous and terrifying shout! Splashing dirty bows, javelins, crossbows, pouring their fury into the sky!
"In front is the leader of the orcs, on the right is a bipedal flying dragon, and on the left is a bunch of green stragglers ------ ridiculous! How ridiculous! A mere greenskin dares to challenge the lord of the Sea of Phantom Flowers! Also dare to burn my beloved garden?"
Mortarion let out an angry growl.
"I, the shadow of the sun! I am the catastrophe that will destroy the world! I am the most terrifying nightmare in your hearts!
"Roar!"
The sanity of the three bipedal dragons, tampered with and strengthened by the spell, they were fearless of the dragon's monstrous killing intent and roared from the depths of their hideous throats, roaring from hell.
These giants clumsily moved their massive bodies, slender forelimbs, with stout hind claws, while plowing through the fresh-smelling post-rain mud, and launched a full-throttle charge at the green dragon.
However, in the next second, the magnificent green shadow that covered the sky suddenly twisted away. With a loud "pop" sound, instantly disappeared in front of the eyes of the orcs.
The riders of the red dragon, stunned to stop the dragon reins, suspicious to look around, so big a dragon, said lost?
"Whew--"
Suddenly, a storm of poisonous mist, brought up by the giant dragon as it walked, blew past the riders. The skin of the orcs, and the scales of the bipedal flying dragons, began to fester and bleed pus.
Before they could scream out, Mortarion, who had hidden his form, suddenly emerged with his emerald green body covering the sky! He bit down on the neck of the bipedal flying dragon. Terrifying jaw bite, coupled with four rows of sharp fangs like jagged teeth, directly penetrated the dragon's scales and flesh, chewing his spine and nerves. The deadly and horrible toxin, along with the dripping wounds, made the scales and flesh around the flying dragon, like fading autumn leaves, corroded and fell off.
The green-scaled evil dragon revels in the wailing of the defeated, like a saw-like sharp and terrifying dragon teeth slightly tore, directly sawed off the other party's neck, so that a huge head, along with the sky flying blood, fell to the ground.
The dripping blood, like a crimson waterfall, gushed out from the broken neck of the flying dragon, as if it were a turbulent river of blood, washing away a dozen skinny gnomes.
Motarian swallowed the flesh of the dragon's neck and let out a contented sigh, from the inside of his mouth, the poisonous mist spilled out in all directions, killing another unlucky psychic boy - his hands desperately scratching his neck, which could not breathe, dirty nails, tearing almost every piece of flesh on the neck, and finally, only in boundless despair In the end, only in endless despair, slowly suffocated and died.
"Whew--"
Looked at the whistling big only cavalry, a dragon's tail covered with evil green scales, as if through the sky and through the earth's giant whip. Sweeping across the field of battle, the terrifying wind pressure, lifting a large tattered corpses killed by the poisonous fog. The big one felt as if he had been hit by a huge axe on the side of his belly, directly by the dragon's tail, as well as the severe wind pressure he raised, ripped into two pieces.
With this sweeping blow, the green-scaled evil dragons killed at least six big only drakes. Their corpses piled up on the road, hindering the charge of the cavalry in the rear. But, at this moment, the other two bipedal flying dragons, too, roared and pounced on their own bodies.
"CLICK!!!"
Motarian let out a sneer of derision. The slender and elegant green dragon neck, like a flexible python, easily evaded the other party's devouring bite. Turned a corner in mid-air and bit the enemy's neck instead. Four sharp fangs pierced the flesh and blood, a large amount of terrifying toxins corroded the scales, four rows of saw-like terrifying back groove teeth, constantly rubbing against each other, less than three seconds, biting off the neck of the second beast.
"WAAAGH!!!"
Looking at his carefully bred bipedal flying dragon, instantly slaughtered by the green-scaled evil dragon two, the beast onnado's heart pain dripping blood!
Hell, his own clan, once was a grassland dominant across two seas. However, the ancestors in order to tame the bipedal flying dragon, I do not know how much energy, I do not know how much to pay the price to finally succeed, in order to afford the birth of these sub-dragon cubs, breeding costs, the clan size has repeatedly shrunk, until now this, less than a thousand people in a miserable appearance.
Thinking of this, the beast onnado eyes filled with blood, he let out a blood curdling roar, a butt on the front of the head of the ride responsible for pulling the carriage Scrooge, a sword cut his reins, and then with the heavy face of the sword, hit hard on the buttocks of the riding beast, berating him to charge forward.
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Chapter 219: Engaging the hair descends to my side
"CLICK!!!"
The bipedal flying dragon pounced on two rows of sharp serrated teeth and bit a lonely in the air.
Motarian that covered with green dragon scales long slender forelimbs, as if a dexterous snake, easily flashed through the opponent's bite, the limb to an incredible angle twisted open, sharp dragon claws, like bright green meteors across the blue sky, accurately clamped the flying dragon's long kiss, claw tip deep into his scales and flesh.
The sub-dragon that was painted red let out a muffled grunt of pain. The front part of its dragon's muzzle was pinned down by the green-scaled evil dragon's sharp claws. The difference in power between the two sides was so great that he was unable to open his bloody mouth and get rid of the pressure of Motarian's single claw.
"Whew--"
The green-scaled evil dragon took a deep breath, wrapped in hundreds of different toxins of the corrosive storm, like a breaking tide, from the depths of his terrifying throat spurted out, instantly flooding the pushing, squeezing together the big only the troops. The terrifying gale tore through the ground of the grassland, with the armor of the green skin. The horrible poisonous mist corroded the green pasture grass, with the orcs' flesh and blood.
In a flash, half of the battlefield, turned into a hell of death. Countless living creatures wailing, screaming, crying, watching their hands skin flesh and blood, in the green clouds continue to corrode, fall off, and ultimately only the white bones!
Not long after, the miserable cries, too, turned into empty silence. Green skin's vocal cords, corrupted by the dragon's breath, only a blur of black shadows, inside the dark green poison cloud, struggling, twisting, writhing their own mutilated bodies.
"Damn green dragon!"
The beast Onando let out a furious roar, his crotch Scrooge, open two long and strong thighs, in the grasslands like flying. The green glow, as if to engage in hair possession of the big technical bar, and raised high in the same green glow of the terrifying long sword, ready to use the force of the charge, to give the opponent a thunderous blow.
The green-scaled evil dragon does not panic, the other free claw, like a huge green wall, between the two, Motarian dragon claw virtual grip, fiercely pushed forward, the wall of green through the sky, wrapped in a blindingly horrible wind pressure, sweeping towards the body of the war chief!
"HISSRA!!!"
Dragon claws and sharp blades meet, the beast onnado cleverly changed the direction of the blade, in the green dragon's palm, tearing a deep bloody scar, but, he was also slapped away by Motarian claws, in the air out of a bloody arc, and fell heavily to the ground. Even the orc's proud tusks, were broken by the fall.
"Look at me! Gryphons! Look at me! The lord of the forest and the sea of flowers will destroy with his own hands everything you hold dear! Insignificant orcs."
With his free hand, Mortarion looked down arrogantly at the big techno-bar that had been sent flying. The forked red tongue, gently licked the traumatized dragon claw - the blood-drenched bloody fissure, surprisingly at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly healed.
The green-scaled evil dragon redirected his evil pupils to look at the bipedal flying dragon in his hands, and he pulled out the sub-dragon's eyeball alive in front of the big technical bully and threw it in a muddy and bloody mess. The sub-dragon was twitching wildly in pain under Mortarian's grip, but could not break free from the true dragon's suppression.
"WAAAGH!!!"
Beast Onado let out a horrible roar, he struggled to get up, wanting to swing the sharp blade in his hand, towards the green dragon, and launched another dueling charge.
However, the evil flame chief was shocked to find. His own right arm, long ago pierced by the sharp dragon claws, now, only two thin layers of blood skin left, barely connected to the right hand and torso.
Beast Onado looked around, corrosive poisonous clouds around the entire battlefield, only the area where he fell, can breathe fresh air. The soldiers under his hands, either blood and flesh melt and destroy, fall off, extremely miserable death, or fall away, around himself, only the head of the terrifying blue shadow that covers the sky.
Greenskin sighed, after so much preparation, plotting for so long, or failed? It looks like he is planted here today. Forget it! Die, just die! My soul, about to be glorified to engage in the temple of Mao Na war!
The beast Onando yanked off his broken right arm and wielded an iron axe in his left hand. He trampled on a mountain of blood of friends and relatives, clansmen, like a small mole cricket, to the huge beast in front of him, issued a fearless roar.
"WAAAGH ----"
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"So ------ how exactly did you win? Wasn't it that green dragon that was driving the no-good in your army from the beginning of the talk until now?"
Pinehurst puzzled and took a sip of milk wine, and decided to send one more hundred to keep an eye on the evil green-scaled dragon, who was vicious and cunning to the extreme.
"Don't interrupt me."
The beast Onando discontented muttered a sentence, followed by, dropped the leg of lamb in his hands, like a most devout believers, "poof", directly kneeled on the ground, the blood basin can not stop trembling, excited tears, also gushed out of the green skin narrow eyes.
"Then, then, just when I thought that I had lost the war, the two gods that we greenies worship descended upon me wow!"
The big skill bar shouted wildly to the sky. It was like a child who had gotten a beloved toy.
"Two huge orcs, made of green energy, suddenly descended on my side! The green dragon looked like a tiny gecko in front of them. One orc went in front of him and delivered a blow to Motarian's head, while the other, went around behind the green dragon and hit him hard in the back of the leg!"
"What the hell is this mechanical séance style unfolding ------," Pinehurst's eyes widened in surprise and he whispered to the druid next to him.
"I don't know much about theology, is what this greenie says credible?"
The blood rage druid also fell into contemplation at the near-absurdity of the beast Onando's story.
"It should be, probably, believable ------. In the stories passed down by word of mouth, the great Skerrit, too, would use his supreme divine power to help the centaurs through the difficult times. Perhaps the way the green-skinned deity descends is by sending two giants made of energy?"
Chief Bloodrage shrugged, and suddenly the tent was lifted by the elven **master. Ogwelyn Tide Song, draped in a beautifully crafted, all-black silk robe, came to the centaur in a rage. In the worst tone of voice, he spoke with the utmost respect.
"Dear Chief Bloodrage, have you forgotten our agreement? I helped you win this damn civil war and helped you unify the Centaur's pack, when the hell are you going to wait until you send troops to repel those damn greenskins? To relieve the siege of Pentecapone? Hmm??"
"Do not be impatient, my friend, I, Peinhus, am true to my word - you see, I have not been busy these days training this army of nearly ten thousand men to help you wipe out the danger?"
Pinehurst ripped off a lean piece of meat sprinkled with sea salt from a lamb chop, and spoke as he ate.
"Your home is as impregnable as a mountain range. Three days, at most three more days, and I will take this army and fulfill our agreement."
"An appointment? What agreement?"
Beast Onado interjected curiously.
"This ------"
Chao Ge closed his mouth with some hesitation. He knew that this was the war chief who rode a bipedal flying dragon and was a [friend] of the centaur. But, after all, he was still an orc. Let him know that a group of greenskins are besieging Pentecapone and are in a hostile state with himself ------
"Repel those damn greenskins?"
The solitary Evil Flame Chief, twitching his pointed ears, caught the key message from the elf's mouth. The interior of his evil, cunning beast pupils suddenly erupted with an incomparable blaze! With his huge left hand, across the table, he yanked the mage's collar, grinned widely, and spoke excitedly.
"Wait, bean sprouts did you just say that there's a whole bunch of green boys around here??"
Chao Ge glared at the orc with displeasure, and a strong cloud of force field energy immediately crashed through his fingers. The elven mage retreated with quick steps, straightened his scrunched collar, and spoke faintly.
"What's it to you?"
"Of course it matters! Bean sprouts!"
The beast onnado looks more and more excited.
"Tell me, tell me quickly where they are. My clan has just been destroyed, but, by a stroke of luck, I've actually tamed a green dragon! Ha!!! Quickly! Tell me where the clans are! I still don't believe it, which orc chieftain, can be in a one-on-one ceremony. Defeat me and my mount at the same time?
I'm going to crush them in a one-on-one ceremony! I will steal their chieftainship! I will rule their greenskin soldiers! The greenskin orcs don't need two chiefs under the Gredinian sky!!!"
Ogwilym frowned, he quickly judged the current situation, flat expression, quickly replaced with a plaintive smile.
"Of course! The mighty War Chief! I'll show you where those greenskins are, and make sure you have a chance, in a one-on-one duel with those WarBosses. But!"
Chao Ge turns his words around.
"When you have achieved the final victory and become their sole leader, you must sign a peace pact with Pentecapone that both sides will not violate each other's territories! Do we have a deal?"
"Ha! Deal! Then, from today onwards, we're friends too!!!"
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Skerritt's Yew - Ranch
The Motarian, without a scratch on his body, was lying quietly in the middle of a fertile pasture. Surrounded by a circle of people mixed with curiosity and fear, watching, watching this hundred years of rare behemoth.
"Is his mouth opening and closing, is he talking?"
A few hundred chiefs scolded the nearby horses and men to be quiet, listening and observing the huge dragon lying on the ground. Yes, the green-scaled evil dragon was indeed saying something, but his profound and esoteric dragon language, none of the horses and men, could understand.
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Chapter 220: The Great Chief
Looking at the High Elf no longer entangled with himself, instead with the beast onnado eyebrows. Pinehurst shrugged indifferently. A civil war down, the territory under their control tripled, the number of gold crawlers descendants, but also far more than the blood rage barbarians, the dungeon, but also tied to a legendary werewolves and 50-50 God's chosen descendants, can use the number of people stretched, a short time, there is really no way to carry out large-scale military operations.
"I'm sorry, but although I have a compelling hardship, the Bloodrage Clan, indeed, cannot fulfill their promise immediately. A great favor is owed to the mage of the elves."
Chief Bloodrage weighed his words.
"I wish you both good progress and an immediate repulse of the attacking greenskins. Within a week, I will assist Pentecapone with a large amount of slave labor and supplies, help the High Elves, repair the city defenses of Pentecapone, reclaim the burned farmland, and conclude a formal mutual aid contract with the governor of your city-state."
"With pleasure, Chief Centaur."
Chao Ge bowed slightly and immediately pulled the orc, impatiently walking in the direction of the gargoyle. Centaur civil war this file, at least delayed the elves a week, Ogwilym can not wait to return to the city-state, to lift the danger of the homeland.
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Looking at the green dragon carrying orcs and elves, spreading its wings, gradually disappeared in the eastern dome of the sky, Pinehurst finally breathed a sigh of relief - at least the green-scaled evil dragon, leaving his territory.
"How is your surveillance situation? That green dragon, it didn't do anything strange, right?"
"No, Chief."
A man-horse in charge of surveillance immediately straightened his chest in the face of Peinhers' inquiry and reported the situation loudly.
"We kept an eye on the dragon, and from the beginning to the end, he was quietly lying on the ground, ah, yes, at the end. He opened his mouth and muttered a long paragraph of dragon language, but, we couldn't understand."
"Dragon language?"
Peinhers' newly relieved mood tensed up again.
"Can you remember how he pronounced it? It doesn't matter if it's fuzzy!"
"Chief, this is too hard for you, we don't know anything about dragon language, and we just heard it once, how can we remember it?"
The barbarian soldier cried out and said helplessly.
"Then gather all your men together! Go to Henneville at once, she knows dragon language, each of you, repeat the part you remember most clearly. If you put it together seven times, you can definitely translate it."
"All right, Chief."
The barbarian soldier sighed and immediately gathered the herdsmen who were watching at the time and went to find the warlock's teacher.
"One more thing, find the Deadbone clan southward, let Abhors pick out a team of elite druids to scout out some of the Phantom Forest Flower Sea, I always feel that something is not right."
"Your will."
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Diodosia
Christina two sisters' mission, carried out exceptionally smoothly, stay in the iron peak fortress of the gold crawlers, less than five hundred of the number, the remaining are all day digging, several years do not see the sun, resulting in pale skin gnome slave labor.
Under the threat of three thousand iron riders, after Christina waved her war halberd and chopped a huge crack in the iron gate. By the way, after a hoof kicked out a dent, the forging head, who was covered in cold sweat, was very good and offered the city to surrender - he did not have any capital to resist. What's more, we are all men and horses, all brothers and sisters, surrender is surrendered, at least can leave a life.
Immediately after, the fearless sang all the way back to the center of the Black Sea, the familiar seaside city, along the rugged mountain path. The people and horses that remained here, grazing cattle and sheep, were all old and sick, and the thousands of ponies that had just learned to graze were not even as tall as the goats.
Christian rolled his eyes and ordered Fearless to spread the false news that the chosen descendants of God had been defeated and captured, and that the parents of these ponies, too, had all been captured and were about to be all executed. All of a sudden, the city wailed, and the ponies cried and opened the gates, willing to trade the city, for the lives of their parents.
At this point, this land is completely owned by the Blood Rage Clan.
After a few days, Peinhus also returned to Diodosia with the barely obedient Golden Crawler surrendered soldiers - the northern pastures could not support so many people. After adding those old and sick, he was shocked to find that the size of the Blood Rage clan, had reached 16,000 people.
After a few days of small farewell, the marrow-eating Christina sisters, immediately and happily rushed towards him, the enthusiastic and cheerful Christina, cheerfully wrapped her arms around the shoulders of the white horse, showing off the results of the battle she had achieved in the past few days. The silent and introverted Christian, on the other hand, threw himself silently into the warlock's arms. Feeling the cold body heat of his lover.
In the evening of that day, the three stepped into the lobby of the former Council of Thirteen and once again engaged in negative contact, three near and perfect ** entwined, moans of pleasure, sighs of satisfaction, and splashes of water, filling the entire huge rock fortress.
After a night of fooling around, Pinehurst got up early and immediately followed the previous household registration system, re-establishing the registry of horses and men, the entire Blood Fury clan, more than 16,000 horses and men, was divided into five thousand households, and then subdivided into fifty hundred households. Each household had a minimum of three people. Usually herding cattle and sheep, training bow skills, and also serve as scouts, alerting the movement of the surrounding pastures.
When it comes to war time, these bow and halberd skilled men and horses, they do not distinguish between men and women, husband and wife at the same time to kill the enemy, each a hundred households, can mobilize 200 barbarian soldiers, the actual strength of these five thousand households, has been more than 10,000.
According to the rules of Blood Rage, the men and horses also started a new round of fair duel in order to compete for the position of five thousand households. Those Jin Craw soldiers who surrendered also jumped at this. Driven by various benefits and interests, they gradually agreed with the laws of Blood Wrath and also recognized the rule of the Pale Warlock
In the end, Pinehurst, Christina, Christian, Kulonia the Marauder, and Coles the Golden Crawler Descender, received the title of Chief of the Thousand, and Chief Bloodrage, incidentally, gave himself another hat of Chief of the Ten Thousand.
Next, the blood rage chief began to deal with the fields that had just arrived. In just less than half a year, the gnomes under him grew like rabbits. The number of them rose steeply. Therefore, in addition to digging, caring for livestock, cleaning, transporting excrement, keeping the camp and the city clean and tidy, they had a new duty - farming.
Don't be surprised, nomadic herdsmen also have the custom of farming, but these hombres who live by water and grass and have the wind will not stay long in a certain location.
Therefore, centaur farming, is basically plowing a piece of land, sowing seeds, and then scattered, run to other places to graze cattle and sheep, plundering foreigners to go, and so a few months later back, this unattended field, how much grows how much to collect. Anyway, the food is given for free.
But, now settle down. In order to maintain the daily expenses of tens of thousands of horses and men, but also to feed an unknown number of goblin slaves, from the iron peak fortress to absorb a little mine, forging a few iron farming tools, and then teach a few smart and clever goblins, let them drive the bull plowing, it becomes very necessary.
After eating all the Golden Crawler surrendered soldiers in one bite and barely pacifying them, the Blood Fury clan, all of a sudden, became the second Golden Crawler, the new overlord of the human horses. The other six clans, combined are not as large as their own. But trying to swallow the Black Fang, Poison Bite, Wind Howl, Thunder Spear, Dead Bone, and Grey Mane six clans in one gulp also meant a new civil war.
Pinehurst does not want to maintain the bloated parliament implemented by the descendants of the divine election, what happens, a dozen people first quarrel into a ball, a round of voting, a bribe, and so on the end of the vote, the yellow flowers are cold.
However, the ordinary feudal monarchy, again, will cause discontent and backlash from the rest of the clans - after all, their condition for joining the Blood Rage camp is to maintain the independence of the clan, with the title of chief.
In the end, the pale centaurs decided to boil the frog in warm water, first using the tribal alliance system that prevailed in the grasslands to ease the conflicts and differences among the seven clans. Blood rage chief, respect the sovereignty and leadership of the remaining six chiefs. Will not interfere with their clan's internal decisions and laws and regulations, and when they are in danger, to rescue.
However, the six chiefs must acknowledge the supremacy of Pinehurst's leadership position in the Centaur community. The six chiefs belonged to the subordinate of Chief Bloodrage. In foreign dealings and wars, they are in common with Bloodrage. When war breaks out, it is even more obligatory to lead a sufficient number of soldiers to join the Pale Centaur's banner.
Basically, they are six vassal states with some sovereignty.
To this agreement, several chiefs, who had only nine of their ten political tricks, nodded their heads in agreement. To celebrate the birth of the new polity, several horses proposed Peinhus, to become the new supreme king.
Pinehurst shivered, within a few months, a supreme king was slaughtered by himself, exposed to the wilderness, let the birds and animals pecking. Another supreme king, was stripped naked, reduced to a prisoner, not to see the day. This title is too unlucky.
After some discussion, in order to show the Blood Fury clan, the supreme dominant position, as well as the number six chiefs of the chief. The pale centaur was given a new title.
Grand Chief
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After basically pacifying the home, the men and horses who went to Chesonisos, also from the west, brought back a message from Horus. The terrifying pale green wolf king, likewise, expressed to himself, for the promise of peace, it seems, the other party also did not recover from a series of blows, still lying in the wolf's den to lick his wounds.
However, at the end of the letter, Horus mentioned in passing that the two sides opened military rights of passage, and after the wolves found that the centaurs were a tough nut to crack, they slightly changed their strategy and decided to cross the eastern grasslands to first retake the Kerch Peninsula, slaughter all the greenskins there, get enough iron ore to forge weapons and armor, and then resume trade with the elven city-states to get more magical resources.
Pinehurst scratched his head in a tangle and decided to write back a little later. If Beast Onado succeeded in capturing the position of WarBoss, then the two families would also be allies and would definitely have to reject the werewolf's offer.
However, if the beast Onando loses, borrowing the werewolf's knife and killing the greenskins, it seems, is not unacceptable.
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