Chapter 221: The Great Mixing Exercise (above)
Kerch Peninsula - Panticapen
This magnificent Elven city-state rose to prominence in the fourth century B.C. At that time, the elves started a conquest and colonization campaign that swept through three continents. 33 sailing ships full of people and materials crossed the vast Black Sea and finally arrived at the eastern coast of Gredinian, where the elves chose a natural harbor where the sea jutted into the land, wide inside and narrow outside, and built a new city-state called "Pentecapone". The city-state was called "Pentecapone".
The whole city resembles a beautiful crescent moon, two arcs of land reaching into the Black Sea almost merge together. From the sky, the whole city, as if it were a bold merchant, enthusiastically opened its arms and embraced a round bay.
On the land, countless houses and dwellings made of stone and tile are lined up, and twelve white towers of arcane marble are cast high into the clouds. At the two tips of the crescent terrain, in the north stands the sacred statue of Corellon Larethian, the main god of the elven gods, leaning on a huge sword forged of pure iron, guarding his people.
The tip of the south is a beautiful governor's residence located under the green shade of banyan trees. At the end of the waterfront, there is even a high mouth of arcane magic through the sky, crowning the remaining eleven mage high towers, owned by Ogwilym Tide Song.
On the surface of the sea, wooden ships of different structures almost covered the turquoise blue sea embraced by the new moon. Large and small white sails danced with the wind, and continued to the end of the view. Even though the city is surrounded by orcs, the sea is still unobstructed. There is still a constant stream of ships going out to fish and trade, and a constant stream of ships carrying all kinds of goods and returning with a full load.
However, from an orc's point of view, the city is not so lovely. The sturdy stone walls were ten meters high and five meters wide. This defense was desperate enough, but there was an invisible force field shield on the outside that covered the entire city-state of the Crescent Moon.
Countless stations boom the city trash, day and night issued a deafening horrible roar, non-stop launch hundreds of huge rocks, rubble, even Scrooge and gnomes, but only in the air, hitting the road of blood ripples.
The other day, a few hundred psychic boys, decided to use magic to defeat magic, and they tore a hole in the combined effort, and the big only troops, clad in heavy armor, and two war elephant-sized Titan Scrooge, immediately struck the city gates at full speed with a pace that made the earth tremble.
Then - countless zombies, skeletons, and flesh and blood constructs, like a wall of thousands of corpses of the dead, surrounded the greenskins that burst into the city - they were short of materials and the manufacturing process of steel constructs was tedious, so they started The production of more [convenient] flesh and blood constructs in bulk.
After the dense army of the dead, eleven mages with a large number of apprentices carried out a carpet-type magic sweep against the spiky troops of the orcs. Their feet suddenly turned into a greasy pool of marsh, and one by one, they stood unsteadily and fell to the ground.
Immediately after, countless magnificent and gorgeous fire clouds, along with thousands of flaming meteors bursting everywhere, exploded in the middle of the army, countless splintering arcane lightning, cutting a harsh trajectory in the air! The cold wind whistled, dark clouds condensed, and frozen hailstones resembled majestic rain, falling from the sky.
Mages indiscriminately bombarded the servants of the dead, and the green-skinned orcs, in this indiscriminate bombardment, barely breaking the city defenses, bursting into the walls of the big guy, it will not be long before the whole army is destroyed. Only leave a ground like charcoal black, broken flesh and blood corpses.
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After this scene was repeated a dozen times, the assembled greenskins, gradually lost patience with the siege. They could not find a fight, and stayed in the tent all day, listening to the booming city trash outside, emitting a deafening whine, were suffocating.
Along the ancient bridge, one by one, a dozen war chiefs entered the Kerch Peninsula, and the friction with the native land snake intensified. They chiefs who do not obey anyone, all want to conquer other people's tribes. They are fighting a civil war, while attacking the city-state of the elves, as if to vent the desire of the beast, and by the way, the fields outside the city, pastures burned to rubble.
And at this is, the western sky, flying to the sky to cover the horror of a green shadow ------
"That's the camp of those greenskins down there, Chief Beast Onado."
Sitting on the back of the dragon Ogwilym pulled the hood, trying to cushion the terrifying air currents caused by the high-speed flight.
"At that time, in order to trade with the steppe tribes, with the kingdoms of the Caucasus, we built a stone bridge that went straight to Transcaucasia, but it backfired.
The increasingly cold and horrible cold wind and white frost, forcing the centaurs, along the northern land narrow, into the Lord Gredinian, while the orcs stepped on the stone bridge, from the east of the vast influx of the Kerch Peninsula, a rough estimate ------ fifty thousand or so."
"So much? So much!!! Mine, mine, all mine!!!"
The beast onnado opened its mouth wide with delight, greedy saliva, filled the scarlet mouth, along with the swift flying airflow, fell on top of the Motarian scales, making the green-scaled evil dragon, let out a low roar of anger.
"Yes, look, those dense, endless greenskin boys in the distance are all yours! Go challenge their chief and become the only chief of the orcs! Beast Onador! There's no room for two greenskin leaders under the Gredinian sky! When the time comes, Pentecapone is willing to enter into a covenant with you, so that elves and orcs, in the midst of this chaotic world, can go hand in hand."
"Good, good, no problem, no problem ah!!!"
The green skin with the only left hand, wiped the wet mouth, incomparably greedy response to. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, the evil beast pupils inside, flashing bursts of cunning light.
"No, bean sprouts, why are you still sitting on the back of the dragon? You have to leave first, you bean sprouts, aren't you in a hostile relationship with these boys down there? If we both stand together, they will suspect me."
"I will use arcane magic and hide my form. However, in order to ensure that you can win the final victory and become their only chief, I must be near the dueling arena and give you some small help in times of crisis."
"Help??"
The beast Onador turned around violently, his hideously ugly features, twisted and squeezed together, probably with the expression of an angry green skin. His left hand grabbed the collar of Chao Ge's coat and yanked him up from the dragon's back.
"You mean, a mere juggling bean sprout, trying to interfere with the duel between the orcs? You want me, Beast Onado, to cheat in a duel as if I were a dirty, vile gnome, under the watchful eye of the screwing hair? You want to smear my reputation and prestige, so that other orcs poke me in the back, or that you despise me at all, think I ride a dragon, can not beat those greenskins below??"?
"------"
Ogwilym narrowed his eyes slightly, replayed the words of the beast Onando in his mind, and found the crux of the problem with precision.
Own in order to save their homes, willing to use magic support outside the field to help this orc, the ultimate victory in the duel, but ------ damn, these burning, killing and looting, no evil green-skinned monsters, actually have a sense of honor?
"Sorry, my bad, mighty green chief."
Chao Ge put on a picture of unparalleled humility.
"I am not questioning your strength. But what if something unexpected happens on the way? Even a tiny probability of one in ten million may bury your ambitious career. Wouldn't you feel pity if something goes wrong on a small accident? I just want to help you."
"Hm."
The beast onnado muttered a dissatisfied, but still put the bean sprout back on top of the dragon back.
"I don't need your help. If that one in ten million probability does occur, it only means that I am not strong enough to be the war chief of this huge army. Victory is victory, defeat is defeat! The winner raises a glass and drinks, the loser's soul returns to screw the hair. There is nothing to regret."
"Well, then I'll go back to the city-state first."
Chaoge sighed and no longer insisted as he instantly cast a portal of teleportation. He disappeared on top of the dragon's back and appeared in the shadows of the green-skinned barracks, concealing his form with a burst of distortion of light.
"Ridiculous, what does the pride and glory of the orcs have to do with me? I just want you to become the chief of the greenskins and take them as far away as possible."
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Chapter 222: The Great Mixing Exercise (Medium)
The huge body covered the sky, turquoise wings, casting a cataract of death.
The greenskins stared dumbfounded at the dragon's shadow in the sky, wondering what was going on. The raging air currents, wrapped in horrible poison, and the dragon's breath drifted everywhere, and countless orcs shivered under the shadow of Mortarian's wings. The beast, Onando, wanted to see the camp of his compatriots and get some information about the enemy before the battle.
The orcs were of mixed origin, some of the boys were tall and strong, holding up the sleeveless lockets on their bodies bulging. Dark green muscles, like a mountain high bulge. Bare shoulders in the air, also tattooed with a dark bull's head decoration, some big only the back of the guys, inserted a tattered war flag, the flagpole top, are decorated with a bull's skull.
Well, it's the silly big guy from the stormy barbarian clan.
There were also some orcs, flogging huge mounted Scrooges and making them pull wooden carts full of goods, roaming around the motley green-skinned barracks, desperately pushing their goods, earning teeth, hides, coins from the sky and the sea, and other equivalents.
This is the second-tier of the Evil Moon clan.
The east side of the camp, some naked, only in the waist around a circle of animal skin green brother, is engaged in a long history of competition: that is to release hundreds of poisonous snakes, and under the poisonous snake bite dance wildly, let the body again and again by the toxin erosion, and then again and again natural healing, so as to obtain an exceptionally strong system. Around the arena, dozens of huge, even larger than the adult dragon Titan Scrooge, with the sucking noodles, eating the delicious feed provided by the orcs: a live poisonous snakes, pythons.
Uh, this is the snakebite clan's lunacy.
On the west side of the camp, there was a blue sea of people. The blue-painted orcs were dead inside the camp, taking the scraps of structures snatched from the battlefield, following the example of the High Elves in the city, piecing together and assembling the flesh and blood statues - they had never touched these complicated things before, but with just half of the damaged statues they had snatched, these blue orcs, had already figured out out of some doorway: a ragged, barely visible humanoid flesh and blood sculpture, in their big technology bar transformation, began to twitch up.
Huh - the dead skull toucher.
Six tribes of greenskins, it looks like only Bloodaxe and Evil Sun did not appear. Bloodaxe orcs are a group of deviants who first came into contact with Persian, Roman and Greek civilizations, actively absorbing the strengths of their enemies and training the boys into orderly, well-trained killing machines.
A hundred years ago, the full army of Bloodaxe orcs invaded Persia, conquered the half-demon bastards there, and established the vast Parthian Empire, but, recently, they were again pressed into service by Tevlin and turned into the devil's minions.
As for the Evil Sun Orcs? Their own clan has weakened over the centuries, and now they are the only ones left. And another evil sun orc named [Aran] is said to have moved west with the Vandals and become a lapdog of the Western Roman Empire.
After flying around the green-skinned army camp, Mortarion was like a horrible god of death descending from the sky. At this time, the orcs, who were not shocked by the dragon's might, finally reacted, and they surrounded the green-scaled evil dragon under the leadership of the big guy, the war chief, one by one, drawing their bows, raising their swords and axes, and the psychic boys with their eyes bursting with arcane lightning, playing with crude and dangerous magic.
"Hello, everyone! Introduce myself, I'm the divine choice to mess with Mao Ergo! Chief of the Evil Flame Clan! Dragon tamer! Evil Sun Orc: Beast Onado Waaagh Finch! I will challenge all the chiefs! Under the sky of Gredinian, the green-skinned orcs only need one chief!!!"
Sitting confidently on the left shoulder of the green dragon, wielding a steel blade soaked in dragon toxin, the beast, Onando, spoke to his dazed compatriots beneath the dragon's claws.
After some big and small frictions, battles, countless weak tribes, all annexed by the larger green skinned war gangs, today, only five war chiefs remain.
"Chief? What kind of chief are you!"
A green giant, four meters tall, surrounded by a crowd of orcs, came to Motarian. He was so tall that an ordinary orc boy was not as long as his legs.
Countless animal furs, studded leather armor, lockets, scale armor, patches of steel, nailed to his green mountain range like, incomparably robust flesh and blood above, a string of steel forged chains, through the skull of three bulls, the war leader as a necklace, worn on his thick neck.
"One-armed man! Since you call yourself a chief, where is your clan? Where are your people? And where are your fangs and your right arm?"
"I-"
The beast onnado momentary language thia, looking at the towering giant in front of him, vicious to say.
"My boys, all heroic battlefield death, the soul to engage the hair. I, on the other hand, have tamed this green-scaled dragon at the cost of my fangs and right arm! This huge booty, far beyond the price I paid!!!"
"Ha! A loner! What kind of chief are you now? What qualifications do you have, to compete with us!"
The green carnivorous mountain laughed loudly, and its arrogance annoyed one man and one dragon. Motarian grinned gently, a large cloud of foul-smelling dark green poisonous fog, from between the dragon's teeth gushed out, instantly drowned the head of the meat mountain.
There is no way, the opponent is too big, the toxin needs time to spread, therefore, the green dragon directly to his head, infused with the toxin of nerves.
"It's now!"
The beast onnado let out a wild roar, he leapt, from the left shoulder of the green dragon, jumped to the front of the meat mountain, in the air across a green arc, coated with dragon toxin, in the sunlight reflected in the cold green blade, with the force of the charge, deep into the neck of the war chief!
"ROAR!!!"
Meat Mountain issued a painful cry of sorrow, this kind of attack, he can casually block, but, just green dragon that makes the flesh and blood paralysis of neurotoxin, directly sprayed him a face ------
The beast onnado wrist flick, a sweeping, tearing apart the enemy's flesh and blood, a hideous and ugly huge head, along with hot blood, in the air with an arc of death, fell in the distance, the tyrannical savage orc that incredibly tall body, and slowly fell.
"Me and my mount. Kill this huge mountain of flesh! According to the rules! His clan and wealth, all belong to the winner! Now, all the greenskins under his command will have to kneel at my feet! Call me WarBoss!!!"
The evil flame chief raised the poisoned blade in his hand, and the green skin's blood, dripping down the rusted blade, fell on top of his head.
"Now, who else! Disagree with my chieftainship, my qualifications, my qualifications? No more?! Very well! Then, I will carry out my promise! Under the sky of Gredinian, the green-skinned orcs do not need two war chiefs!!!"
Beast Onado's arrogant posture immediately angered the other orcs, and according to the rules, when annexing other clans, two chiefs, with their own personal guards, could join the chaotic duel. Therefore, there were probably hundreds of orcs, led by four chiefs, killed the beast onnado at the same time.
The other chiefs knew very well that they, as well as the guards under them, tied together, could not beat a full-grown dragon. But the beast Onando challenged all the chiefs at the same time! Well, it's not a foul to join together and take care of him first, before dueling each other and sharing the victory.
As long as this inexplicable alien cargo is solved, one still has hope, to become the supreme chief of this 40,000 to 50,000 orc frenzy!
"WAAAGH!!!"
With the sound of earth-shaking battle roar, more than thirty heads smaller than a mountain of meat tyrannical big only one, wielding a huge two-handed war hammer, surrounded by a similar four meters tall, wielding two battle axes of the giant, the first to kill the battlefield!
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Chapter 223: The Great Mixing Exercise (Next)
Looking at the green-skinned mole crickets that came overwhelmingly, Motarian let out a blood-curdling roar of horror. The open mouth of blood is like the doorway of hell. The long-planned poisonous spew, as if tens of thousands of epidemic devils, they cheered, roared, hissed, scrambled out of the green dragon's kiss, wantonly slaughtered all the nearby greenskins!
Terrifying storms that tore through the earth's mud. The poisonous air currents weakened the orc warriors. And the death spit that is enough to corrupt everything, so that a strong and robust muscle withered and rotted, and then dissolved into a puddle of rotten thick water!
The war chief of the Tyranid clan, caught off guard, was sprayed by the dragon's breath in a solid manner. With a chilling wail of misery, the four-meter-high green mountain of flesh, crumbling and collapsing in a moment, the horrible muscles, like fading leaves, twisting, writhing its liquefied body, from the white bones, gradually fall off!
"WAAAGH!!!"
The war chief of the Evil Moon Clan, riding on the dragon spewing its deathly fury, quietly came around to Motarian's back. She was a very thin physique psychic kid, draped in an expensive ermine coat, clothes, densely hung with different coins from various Eurasian countries and eras, from a distance, looked like a fancy metal cloak.
As a second-rate dealer who has made a fortune traveling the Silk Road, the Evil Moon Clan has no other skills, but is particularly rich. The spiritual chief pulled out a long string of golden orbs from his dry, lean neck and threw them viciously at the green-scaled evil dragon's hindquarters, while hissing out a rude, wild, primitive incantation.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The gold orbs that she threw out were not the impostors sold by Garivicus. The moment they touched the green dragon scales, they exploded from the violent vibrations! With a deafening and terrifying boom, exploded countless magnificent, gorgeous clouds of fire.
The flaming clouds of color mixed with the burning black smoke, covering almost half of Motarian's body. At this moment, the evil moon chief also finished her chanting, a dark green lightning lightning, like a wild dancing python, wrapped around her arms above, splintering.
One divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight, eight divided into sixteen! The dark green Waaag energy lightning, in the moment of splitting out the rapid split, dense almost occupy half of the canopy, and finally, all of them blasted on the green dragon's torso.
"Whew--"
Mortarion endured the pain of his body, he used the cover of red clouds and black smoke to hide his body, he found an extremely tricky angle, suddenly launched an attack, by the flames and thunder, burned black patches of dragon tail, with a terrifying wind pressure, sweeping towards the green skin playing arcane!
Only to hear a loud "pop", the terrifying dragon tail, a heavy smack on the evil moon chief's head. The beast's skull was like a gyroscope, spinning violently on her shoulders, each rotation, will be accompanied by muscle, bone twisting and squeezing the unexplained sound, spurting out a circle of dripping blood in all directions.
The big evil moon only guys, stood frozen in place. Their chief's head, after spinning on her shoulders for ten full revolutions, only began to slow down. When it finally stopped, her neck had long been twisted into a bloody twist, flesh and bone tangled and intertwined together, blood vessels and nerves had long been broken.
"WAAAGH!!!"
On the other side, the chiefs of the Dead Skull Clan also began to move. The number of them, so many that it is psychologically hairy, the chief, accompanied by dozens of long-dead zombies and skeletons. It was like a blue-colored tide surging forward!
The dead skull chief's thinking is very clear - the dragon can't be killed for a while, but the one-armed big guy who just killed the meat mountain and is still standing on the ground at the moment, compared to the dragon, is a soft touch! First of all, let's kill him! Maybe, kill this green skin, this dragon in front of you will recognize himself as the master ------
"Ho--"
From deep in his throat, Mortarian let out a hideous, horrible low roar. He grabbed the beast standing on the ground, his elegantly slender front paws, and lifted the one-armed green skin high into the air.
At the same time, countless foul-smelling dark green poisonous clouds gushed out from his bloody mouth, his fangs and claws, and the slits of his green scales! It was like a poisonous nova that exploded. The epidemic's poisonous fog, like a shocking wave, overwhelming, instantly engulfed and flooded the entire open space, countless orcs in a breath, immediately after the mouth and nose bleeding, breathing difficulties, the war hammer and axe in the hands, now like a mountain as heavy.
"HISSRA!!!"
The green-scaled evil dragon waved its dragon claws and went on a killing spree in the crowd. Bone white claws everywhere, countless torn pieces of miserable flesh, will be accompanied by an arc of blood, scattered in all directions. Like a boa constrictor like a long and horrible slender snake neck, slithering on the battlefield, fangs and sharp teeth a closed, each bite is enough to tear, bite the plural orcs!
When Mortarion first climbed out of his dragon egg, he was much sturdier than the rest of his siblings, much stronger. Compared to other green dragons, his scales were stronger and thicker, and his fangs and claws were longer and sharper. The green fleshy wings that covered the sky, and the long tail covered with dragon scales, were also thicker and stronger than the dragons of the same age.
This kind of terrifying guy, who seemed overly stout and robust by dragon standards, slaughtered the greenskins with ease. The dead skull chief felt as if there was a blazing fire in his throat and lungs, and every time he breathed, he felt the pain that ripped through his heart. However, if you don't breathe, the pain of suffocation seems to be even harder to bear.
Beast Onado, re-sitting on top of the green dragon's shoulder, his left hand holding a bow, eagle-eyed Scrooge, extending a long tentacle, helped the one-armed orc, pulling back the string of his short bow, and attaching an iron arrow, shot an arrow through the neck of the war chief, ending his pain permanently.
"Rumble-"
With a terrifying roar that shook the earth, the only remaining snake-bitten chief, the last to join the battlefield, just turned around and ran back to the camp, riding a titan-class Scrooge that was even larger than the green dragon, rushed up with a wild cry.
Countless dirty bow boys, sitting on the back of the Titan Scrooge, or take a rope, hanging on top of Scrooge's body, bend their bows and arrows, shooting a black cloud made of arrows to cover the sky.
"These unclothed orcs possess a high level of toxin resistance, do they?"
Motarian extracted the characteristics of the enemy in front of him from the memory of the beast Onador. He closed the second layer of transparent eye face, with thick fleshy wings, covering the shoulders of the orc, resisted the shower of arrows, but the head with eight legs, the body from the red orb, elongated into a ruddy oval, forehead and a spiral giant horn of the titan Scrooge, as well as with earth-shaking strides, rushed to his own face!
Terrible weight, swift charge, in addition to the sharp horn, the three superimposed on each other to produce a qualitative change, Titan Scrooge directly tore the turquoise dragon scales, deep into the flesh and blood of the true dragon, tearing countless flesh and blood, directly through his right shoulder - this guy's horn also carries a powerful toxin! The green dragon's body, extremely powerful immune system, is disintegrating the invading bacteria and viruses.
"Ho ho ho ho!!!"
Green-scaled evil dragon issued a burst of angry roar, according to the ancestral oral combat experience, after being stabbed in the body by the horn on the enemy's head, you can use their slender dragon neck, around the enemy's head, a bite off his throat to complete the counter-kill ------ but this oval lump of flesh, where to get the neck?â?
A layer of hideous and terrifying bloodthirsty red mist, blinded the dragon's vertical pupils. Under the severe pain, Mortarion, put down the old cunning and calculating, completely transformed into a bloodthirsty beast! Dexterous dragon neck, cut a turquoise arc in the air, a bite on the back of Scrooge, slender fangs, piercing the enemy's natural armor, dense serrated teeth, continued to cut the titan's flesh and blood.
"Gulp."
In the snakebite orc panic screams, the titan Scrooge miserable wailing, Motarian swallowed a large piece of fresh blood, eyes immediately burst out of surprise - I have to say, snakebite bred out of the highly poisonous titan, or quite delicious, freshness and spiciness, are to die for, even a bit on the head.
Drilled into the opponent's flesh and blood torso of the dragon's kiss, keenly felt the beating of the enemy's heart. Motarian constantly tearing, chewing, swallowing the titan's flesh and blood, the head, which has long been stained red with blood, continues to penetrate deep into the opponent's torso.
Titan Scrooge let out a fearful wail, it tried to escape, but the long horns of the head, stuck in the green dragon's shoulders, the dragon's two front claws, also grabbed his head dead, not to let this rare delicacy slip away.
Eventually, the small half of Motarian's dragon neck, are not into the titan's body. Snaking through the flesh and blood bones. After he chewed four or five ribs, the green-scaled evil dragon, finally swallowed the other's heart in one bite. Stained with the first blood of the dragon's head, fiercely drilled out of each other's flesh and blood, bringing up a horrible fishy rain of blood, from the green dragon bite out of the hole spurted out, rain landed on the ground, as if a rain of blood.
"Boom..."
Titan Scrooge finally stopped struggling, like a huge mountain of flesh and blood, collapsed to the ground. Snake Bite Chief, unfortunately, sat on the side that fell to the ground, directly by his own pet, crushed into a bloody pile of mush.
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Chapter 224: Dragon Tamer
The greenskins who were eating and watching around the clearing, some dumbfounded, some rejoicing, the great chaotic fuck that lasted for months, finally ended. More than twenty war chiefs, now only one, standing alive in front of the crowd!
"Beast Onado! Beast Onado! Beast Onado!!!"
The sea of greenskins burst into a mountainous and terrifying shout! The boys struck their shields with axe faces, accompanied by noisy, boisterous noise, cheering the name of the new chief, green skin on his riding a dragon, killed four chiefs in a row, felt a heartfelt admiration, 50,000 orcs, extremely violent emotional fluctuations, and at this moment, all converged on the body of the beast Onando!
Motarian's eyes widened in horror, after being worshipped by 50,000 greenskins, the body of the beast Onando, once again bursting out with a dazzling dark green light, visible to the naked eye, rapidly expanding, the terrifying muscles are like rocks shocking people.
The orc chief, who was already more than three meters tall, has now swelled to more than four meters! A brand-new arm, drilled out of his empty sleeve, four brand-new fangs, like springing out of the tooth bed, more hideous than ever!
"Boys! In the future, I! dragon tamer: beast onnado waagh finch! Is your only chief!!! WAAAGH!!!"
"WAAAGH!!!"
The green skinned boys roared with equal excitement. Following a more powerful chief means that they can participate in a more ambitious war and attack a more terrifying enemy! More able to please the screwing hairy second brother!
"Damn green monsters, actually the same as the gods, able to absorb the faith of their companions ------ these people, simply walking on the ground of the natural disaster -----"
Hiding in the distance, secretly observing Ogwelyn Tide Song, finally breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, the beast onnado won, the siege of Pantikapen orcs, now all become his people, according to the agreement, that guy, will take these green skin to roll as far away as possible.
"Pure strength crushing, compared with the behind-the-scenes play of intrigue and trickery, don't have some pleasure."
Looking at the beast onnado in their own assistance, the chief's throne, Motarian, finally reveal their own hidden for a long time the horror of the fangs, forked scarlet poison tongue, in the mouth covered with poison gas constantly wriggling, gently spit out the language of the dragon.
"I, for one, will lead you to trample down the fortresses of the elves, sweep away the pastures of the centaurs, and flood the homes of the wolves."
At the same time, the dragon tamer beast onnado, also raised his arms high in excitement, waving a huge blade coated with green dragon venom, began to rust and corrosion, hissing shout.
"I! will lead you to trample down the fortresses of the elves! Sweep away the pastures of the centaurs! Flood the homes of the wolves!"
"I, for one, will lead you to win a good war and conquer all of Gredinian."
The green dragon threw the beast onnado off his shoulder, like a deft viper, and quietly walked behind the war chief.
"I! Will lead you to win a good war! Conquer the entire Gredinian!"
The beast onnado roars passionately to the sky! But that feverishly proud speech was almost word for word the same as the green dragon's ghastly whisper in his ear.
"In the end, the whole peninsula will be under our feet, we, will be the lords of this land, we, will be Gredinian, the only kings."
The Lord of the Forest Flower Sea: Motarian, standing proudly behind the orc chief, a pair of terrifying feathers that covered the sky suddenly opened, casting their hideous and horrific turquoise shadows over the heads of tens of thousands of orcs.
He gently raised his forepaws and placed them on top of the head of the beast Onado, like manipulating a puppet on a string, playing with the supreme leader of nearly 50,000 orcs, playing with the war chief who boasted of being a [dragon tamer] but was unknowingly tamed by the dragon.
"In the end, the whole peninsula will be subjugated under our feet! We, who will be the lords of this land! We, who will be Gredinian, the only kings! We, who will finally be the kings!!!"
In front of the stage, that was tamed by the dragon [dragon tamer], did not find his body abnormal, the green dragon's superior verbal skills, and the furnace magic of enchantment. Let yourself be manipulated by Motarian, played in the palm of the hand.
"Dragon tamer! Dragon tamer! Dragon Tamer!!!"
Hearing that there was more war, more killing, the boys on the stage raised their weapons in excitement, their horrible roars shaking the sky! They were all excited, impatient and red in the face, eager to have a good battle right away!!!
"Hahahahahaha-"
Looking at the stage the group is excited, willing to go to the fire for their puppet: the beast onnado green army, standing behind the chief Motarian, grinning dragon mouth, issued a playful mockery, the more enthusiastic the green skin, the more hissing, the more eager for war, the more the green dragon felt comical, ridiculous.
Motarian's ultimate goal is to turn Gredinian into a safe and comfortable garden for himself. However, the werewolves, a hard bone can infiltrate a few spies, all assimilated by Horus into a beast hungry for blood, immersed in killing madness, from then on no news.
Centaur side, also went a little bit wrong, Toria holds a lot of resistance to corruption, the poet dead can not be corrupted successfully in a short time, but only slowly affect.
The plan was well underway, and as a result, the mare lost the battle of Weeping Rain with twice as many troops as the other side? Instead, Pinehurst, who escaped from his own hands, became the final great chief of the Seven Centaurs.
At that time, the green-scaled evil dragon gas chopped up several giant trees, a meal ate a dozen wood elves, with delicious to vent the heart's boundless anger. From the beginning to the end of the plan through, the last step actually went wrong with this ------
But his own granddaughter, or re-granddaughter ------ forget it, can't remember, whatever, anyway, it is the leader of the poet dead: Piana brought new news for himself - orcs.
Since centaurs and werewolves, are difficult to control and corrupt. Well, how about picking the group of simple-minded, limbless green orcs on top of the carved red peninsula, just in time, there is a group of unknowing orcs, ready to take on their own garden!
Motarian quickly grabbed a fair-skinned wood elf girl, dipped her in the carefully brewed poison, and put it in his mouth to taste. As he ate his snack, he conceived of a brand new plan.
First of all, use illusion to simulate the gods of the green skin, pretend that they were defeated by the gods sheltered beast onnado, this is more logical, otherwise, no one believes that a green skin tribe of less than a thousand people can actually defeat a full-grown dragon.
Then, with enchantment and illusion magic, the chief is corrupted and made into a puppet that only obeys his orders.
Then, have this orc chief as a medium to join the greenskin melee in the East. Protect that orc, kill all his opponents, and become the only war chief! Put all the greenskin soldiers, under his control!
In this way, one can give orders to the puppets, indirect commands, and control all the green-skinned soldiers.
Looking at the dense army of greenskins under the stage, wildly chanting the ridiculous name of [Dragon Tamer], Mortarian finally laughed enough, an extremely large army of greenskins, plus a terrifying adult dragon, Gredinian, who else can stop his own terrifying front? The elves cowering in their castles, shivering? The people who have just fought a civil war and have not yet recovered their strength? Or those brutal and bloodthirsty werewolves with little brain?
In the long-term strategic planning of the Green Dragon, Mortarion, will be the king.
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Chapter 225: Illusion and Necromancy
Diodosia
The magic academy in Pentecapone, although not as grand and magnificent as the two ivory towers in Rome and Constantinople. But there was also a certain foundation of magic teaching. Through the trade with the High Elves, Pinehurst even obtained some codices of magic books, and copies of the experimental diaries of many mages and warlocks in the past generations, allowing him to carefully study the secrets of arcane magic.
Before, the pale warlock has been busy fighting the civil war of the centaurs, with the handling of internal affairs. Simply do not care to delve into the arcane arts, the battle of the weeping rain, but also let the rushing arcane bloodline, crashed more blood and flesh shackles, allowing themselves to comprehend more spells.
Now that Chief Bloodrage is finally free, he uses the experience slowly accumulated by countless warlocks over the last hundred years to replace some old spell bits with the magic transcribed on the scrolls. By the way, reading a book of illusions copied on sheepskin, pondering better ways to use illusions.
Depending on the bloodline heritage, each warlock, in a particular aspect, will have extremely outstanding performance. For example, one has the unique advantage of being above the Necromancy school and can use some high ring spells that are beyond the level limit. The degree of proficiency, too, far exceeds that of the elven mages.
Not long ago, he found some unlucky gnomes and used the newly comprehended Sixth Ring Necromancy: Aura of Horror. All of a sudden, the surrounding temperature plummeted, to their own center, a radius of about thirty feet of death nova, also instantly exploded, countless eerie, horrifying pale ghosts, wrapped around themselves, while flying and hovering, while emitting a chilling death whistle!
The gnomes enveloped in the interior of the pale ghost, on the spot scared foaming at the mouth, one by one in fear, scattered and fled, some even fainted and died.
Pinehurst satisfied to put away the aura of horror, thousands of injustice, slowly fading in the air. This thing, it is simply a giant dragon's aura of ferocity. Coupled with his own fear spell ------
The blood rage chief is certain that if he, for the second time, against the Roman army of Quintuchus, with these two spells, and hundreds of bloodthirsty and fearless in heavy armor, holding halberds, charging at full speed, men and horses can certainly cut through the enemy's proud steel battle line.
The pale centaur considered well, himself later to dive into the spells of the school of necromancy and illusion, now it seems that these two schools of thought will help him the most. Necromancy has a bloodline bonus, while illusion ------ after comprehending the Phantom spell spell, he himself comprehended the Phantom Shaping Energy spell, which can draw on shadow energy to forge all spell system spells within the third ring, and within the fourth ring, all shaping energy system spells.
Although, this is a phantom magic that draws on the shadow energy and forges it. However, as long as one's illusion attainment is proficient enough, the opponent can't detect it, and it can be 100% effective as well. This is simply a long drought for the warlock who is known to have scarce spells, and greatly enriches his means of combat.
"Whew--"
The Blood Rage Chief draws on the Shadow Matter from the Ghost Plane to shape a burning ball of fire in the real universe: an eerie, horrifying, pitch-black flame that burns inside the palm of the pale centaur.
"It's so bad, it's not up to snuff. Who's fireball technique is black? Your poor forgery technique can be recognized by anyone with a little bit of insight."
Henneville shook her head in discontent. Accompanying her student and lover, training the latest learned spells.
"And what about this?"
Peinhus learned his lesson and produced a second blazing mass of ghastly flames. Countless pitch-black and bright orange blazing flames entwined with each other, looking gorgeous and unusual.
"Fancy."
The Drow elves sighed and stretched out their small, delicate, dark hands, and the terrifying arcane energy, converging between her long, slender fingers, transformed into a blazing orange-red flame.
"You should at least forge the flame into a normal color. Your fancy blaze can fool simple-minded barbarians, but any apprentice mage with a brain can see that your two-color blaze is a counterfeit product that can only exert one-fifth of its power at best. You're going to use a fifth-ring spell bit to deal the damage of a first-ring spell? Hmm?"
"Okay ------"
Peinhus frowned in distress. While casting the spell, correcting, changing the appearance of the flame. The third ball of fire of the spectral shadow, once again blazed in the physical world - this time, the ball of fire took on a dull crimson color, although, with the ordinary flame, still differed, but has become more and more realistic.
"Not bad, it's getting better and better. Keep going."
Henneville clapped her hands gently, encouraging the pale centaur.
The blood rage chief's temples, slightly left a trace of sweat. The Phantom energy was originally a dim and profound hue, and it was not an easy thing to change the color. He drew up the Phantom energy for the fourth time, and this time, the color of the illusionary flame was more vivid, brighter, and more realistic.
"Almost done, almost done, you're progressing really fast and scary, one more time!"
Henneville marveled at the speed of her students' progress.
"No more, the spell bits are consumed, let's continue the spell training tomorrow."
Pinehurst shrugged helplessly. The arcane pond, representing the fifth ring spells, had long since dried up and drained. Need to rest and replenish. The spells within the fourth ring, themselves have long been perfect, it seems, today's spell training ends here.
In a side watching the battle, has long been impatient Christina, like a blush-colored storm, four long and fit pitch-black horseshoes a stomp on the ground, directly jumped between the two, sharp to the extreme two-handed giant sword, in the light of the sun, flashing a dangerous cold aura.
"Come on, my love."
The rouge blazing horse gently kissed the corner of the big chief's mouth, like a ruby like radiant and magnificent sweet red pupils, smiling into two curves of the bloody crescent moon.
"This time, I will be able to defeat you."
Pinehurst waved his hand and the gnome slaves on his left and right, immediately carried two wooden rods of two meters long for the two of them. The top of the wooden stick, coated with a thick layer of black ash, as long as the hit on the other side, will certainly leave a mark that is difficult to scrub.
"Ha, don't talk big. It took me a long, long time to wipe the dirty dust off you in the pond yesterday." Christina rubbed the smooth wooden handle and teased.
Pinehurst's face darkened. Melee combat was not very important to himself, but he still had to practice. However, the rouge blazing horse is too powerful, physical strength and combat skills on the overall suppression, so that every time the big chief practice melee combat with her, will be beaten to the dust - and then go to the artificial pond carved out by the goblins, rubbing each other.
"Don't be so arrogant. These days, I've studied the mages of Pentecapone through the ages for their understanding of illusions. Maybe, today you will be planted in the gutter, my love."
A mysterious smile surfaced above the pale, handsome face of Peinhus. With a burst of arcane incantation chanting, disappeared in front of Christina's eyes.
"It's the same old story, run far away invisibly, and then add a bunch of gaining magic to yourself. Fancy. Same old rules, first one to get hit with ten grey marks loses."
The wooden stick in Christina's hand was waved by her whirring wind. Like a waterfall, hanging to the waist of the long blood-colored hair, fluttering with the wind, so that the rouge martyr looks, more heroic.
"Ta-"
Christina's small ears, lightly moved a little. She keenly caught the sound of horse hooves stomping on the earth, the long stick in her hand, with the speed of lightning, stabbed a harsh straight line in the air, but poked in a piece of air.
"I know you have good ears, that is the sound simulated by the phantom sound art la."
With a distortion of light, the pale centaur suddenly appeared behind the rouge blazing horse, the head of the sorcery crown, bursting out of the ghostly pink dull light, the big chief of the whole man's movements, directly fast into a misty stigma, the hand of the wooden stick, like a wild storm, gently fell on the rump of his lover, pointing out three faint black marks.
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