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Chapter Thirty-One: Warlock's Familiar

Bloodfury Camp · Chief's House

"Give it back to me! That scroll is my thing!" Herniwell's face was pale, with a pair of dark and smooth jade feet, step by step approaching the bard who was lower than herself, gritted her teeth. "Other spell-casting materials, count me alms to you this pony! But you must give me this stuff!"

"Pay attention to your wording! Drow! You have been caught by a group of bear goblins! This scroll becomes their thing." The petite and exquisite Christian, clutching a parchment scroll, said triumphantly. "And I defeated the bear goblins and snatched this scroll from them. In this way, it naturally became my thing! As for you, the black-skinned slave, in theory, it is also the property of our clan. !"

"You..." listening to the bard's unreasonable robber logic. The drow raised his wrist angrily. The terrifying mental power directly touched the deep area of ​​the magic net.

"Why, do you want to do it?" Christian unwillingly took out the flute around his waist, and lightly bit her red lips on the blowhole. At the moment when the other party is chanting, he will throw a silence technique.

"Why are you two fighting again?" Just as the two sides were at war and ready to fight their tentacles, Christina and Painhes also carried a whole chopped, roasted fat pig, and a lot of sweet The delicious cheese walked into the renovated Chiefs' House.

"It's nothing, respected Chief Chief." Christian raised the scroll in his hand contemptuously. "It's just that there is a slave who doesn't know good or bad, wanting to take away the master's things. Oh, this drow actually has a magic scroll of the Oath of the Otherworld! Good thing for the Sixth Ring."

"Forget it, forget it, even if I don't come back, I can't let this nasty dwarf beast get it!" The man had to bow his head under the eaves. Looking at Peinhess at the door, the drow's enchanting purple eyes turned slightly, and he spoke coquettishly in a whispering tone that would make the bones of male creatures soft. "Dear student, when the teacher heard that your bloodline expertise actually has [Planar Familiar], he wanted to choose a powerful creature from another plane as a Familiar for you. However, that hateful dwarf was jealous of you. Strength, and intervene arbitrarily!"

"Hey, don't you lie without drafting? The lie will come when you open your mouth?" After being put on a big hat by the drow, Christian's face became extremely pale. "You just want to get back your life-saving means at the bottom of the box!"

"Look, how short-sighted this unreasonable petite beast is!" Herniwell became more and more into the play. "This scroll is in your hands. You can only summon a powerful creature to save your life at a critical moment. But in my hand, I can summon a monster for my dear student as his permanent favorite! For blood! The Nu clan will permanently add a powerful combat power!"

"Okay, don't say it." To the bard and his teacher's bad personality, Pain Hess, who knew everything about it, probably understood what had happened, and walked forward and almost persuaded him. The two who fought. He placed the light crossbow made by himself in Christian's dark and smooth palm.

"This..." Christian's eyes widened in surprise. Her sister is responsible for guarding the camp and has never seen the power of the crossbow bolt. But the bard who was in charge of managing the herd could see a few dirty and weak goblins, holding cross-shaped bows and arrows, and instantly shot and killed the tall and strong centaurs!

"With the help of Curonia, I used those heavy crossbows as a reference to create a light crossbow with a relatively small pull, and adjusted it according to your height." Pain Hess smiled and repeated it again. How to use the crossbow. The bard's memory is obviously better than her sister who is a barbarian, and after a few fumbles, he has mastered the knack of winding.

"Why, do you want to use this to smash the crossbow in exchange for the scroll in my hand?" Christian reluctantly stroked the light crossbow in his arms. His exquisite face was full of exoticism, but he put on a look of disdain. .

"Of course not, this gift is just to repay the care you have taken to me over the past half month." Painhurs said softly. "I heard that you couldn't use bows and arrows for special reasons. That's why I made these two crossbows by myself. How about? Tomorrow, are you going to enjoy the long-lost hunting?"

After hearing the reply from the pale white horse, Christian slightly squinted his extremely coquettish bloody eyes and stared at the opponent for a long time before snorting softly, and threw the scroll in his hand to Painhurs. Indifferently walked to the corner of the igloo, hugged the light wooden crossbow in his arms contentedly, and stopped attending to the three of them.

"My sister has a rather awkward personality, but she still likes your gift, otherwise she wouldn't hold it in her arms." Christina leaned in the white horse's ear and whispered softly.

"You can see, you can see." The white horse shook his head amusedly, and moved his gaze to Herniwell, who was just above the sexy body in a bearskin. There is no sign of handing over the scroll to the teacher. "So, what should I do to summon a creature suitable for being a familiar?"

"Cut." The drow sighed secretly in his heart. It seemed that he couldn't get the scroll at all. Forget it. Compared with his own life, everything is imaginary.

"You're ready to start again. The entire process of collecting creatures into familiars takes 24 hours, and magic materials worth 100 Sudlers." The drow said listlessly. "I advise you to let me cast the spell. This spell casts for a long time and is terrible. Casting this spell is also an extremely dangerous move: it is probably to lure a creature from another plane into a trap we prepared in advance. If the creature can't Escape, you can trap it for as long as you want. By describing what you want it to do, and perhaps at the same time promising some kind of reward, you can try to force the creature to work for you once—of course, including forcing him to become a familiar."

"Ah, by the way, if I remember correctly, you were a lawful evil during the camp test the other day."

"Yes." Painhurs nodded. Because of the working environment, everyone is climbing up unscrupulously under an inviolable rule. Although I chose to leave, the experience of those years is still carved in my bones.

"Then recruit a little devil, just for the blessing of my teacher. I know a nest in the Nine Prisons of Barto." The drow, who is also in the evil camp, asked for his own from the arrogant bard. Pack, start to build the summoning circle and the cage trap.

According to her, the little devil living in the nine prisons of Barto is a bit like a goblin in the material world. But the former is more powerful, cunning, and more skillful, but also more timid. In a critical juncture, you may not sell your owner.

My own demon is also one of the little demons. After seeing that he was caught by a group of bear goblins, he disappeared invisibly in front of him, and went away alone!

But the flaws do not conceal the advantages, after all, their strength is still very good.

"It's getting started!" Herniwell unrolled the scroll in her hand, using terrifying purgatory language, softly chanting weird sentences that the men and horses did not understand. With the passage of time, the surrounding air became more and more gloomy and dignified. After about ten minutes, a blood-colored terrifying claw abruptly protruded from the inside of the mysterious complex array!

A ferocious head with goat horns, huge black bat wings, slender limbs with sharp claws, and a tail that is longer than the torso and with hooks at the end, like a scarlet snake. Adding all the features together, this is simply a terrifying monster that will only appear in the nightmare of intelligent creatures!

It's a pity that after this demon straightened his hideous body inside the summoning circle, he was not as high as Painhurs' knees.

"WDNMD is really [little] the devil." The pale white horse had a black line on his face. "I thought your goblin metaphor was just a joke."

"Why, do you think you can make an abyssal demon be your favorite?" The drow wiped the sweat beads from his forehead and spoke in common language. "That thing can tear your entire clan to pieces."

"Well, what do you want to do next?" Painhurs knelt on the ground, looking curiously at the red little devil who was trapped in the circle in front of him, unable to move, but still grinning at himself.

"It's you, half-man, half-horse monster who wants to sign a contract with me?" Before the drow could speak, the little devil in the circle spoke in a common voice, using a common language between men and women. The sharp voice screamed loudly. "Okay, if your soul is mine after you die, I will accept it!"

"Don't deceive newcomers! Believe it or not, I will let my teacher and his demon come over and teach you!" Heniville threatened in a stern face. "Don't you remember me? The teacher often summons you."

"Huh? Herniwell! I said why this drow lady who wears fur and drinks blood is so familiar!" The little devil's thin body shook the ranger, his mind a little shaken. "Why, this monster is your concubine? Ghost Play? Your taste is so heavy, do your parents know?"

"Hey, you little devil's mouth is owed." The drow's beautiful face faintly exudes a horrible murderous aura. "Stop talking nonsense, I know the bottom line of your contract! Just press that."

"Okay, okay. I won't say anymore. It's not bad to be able to leave that ghost place anyway." After seeing the familiar old face, the little devil also understood that he could not deceive any soul this time, so he became a lot more honest , A pair of red pointed ears, also listless, drooped softly.

Chapter 32: Magnus

In the process of signing the contract, Painhurs was in a very strange state. Although he only knew the two-foot-tall little devil in front of him, it took less than an hour, but the two seemed to have become knowledgeable. Old friends. Through the opponent's apricot evil pupils, the pale white horse even witnessed the opponent's hometown with his own eyes.

It was a dark plain covered with gravel. The surface of the earth seemed to have been burnt down by some kind of fiery flames, leaving only charred soil and melted rocks.

The sky above is a hideous and monotonous face of blood. Hundreds of flaming hell fires, dragging a long dark tail flame, like a bright meteor in the night sky, whistling and tearing open the bloody sky above. Flew fiercely to a huge bronze fortress. The fortress of horror is like a concentric circle of twelve rings. Each ring is a magnificent city wall full of thousands of war machines and various ferocious heads!

Painhurs was shocked by the huge and magnificent bronze fortress in front of him, like a mountain, and he was speechless. Under the corner, he was as small as an ant. It was full of war fortifications. The interlocking twelve-ring city walls, from the outside to the inside, are becoming taller and taller. The twelfth ring bronze city plug even touched the bloody sky!

I am afraid that there is no army in this world that can conquer this bronze fortress cast by the devil!

Suddenly, behind the pale white horse came the roaring sound of tens of thousands of beasts at the same time, and Painhurs slowly moved his gaze to the rear. After witnessing the scenery behind, he took it back. A word of praise for the bronze fortress-endless chaotic demons, like the collapse of the sky, through thousands of terrifying and terrifying abyss gaps, fell on this dark and scorched wilderness! ! !

Huge deformed hideous spiders, burly and terrifying human-like toads, four-armed green evil creatures... Endless abyssal demons, like countless terrifying and terrifying waves, washing away those burned by flames. Dark plains. The graceful and stunning bat-wing banshee, the small and cunning horned demon, the fat and bloated pig-headed great ape...Densely dense flying creatures that can't see the end, they completely cover the blood-colored sky above their heads, and they are mighty and mighty. Killed at that bronze fortress!

In front of the endless army of demons, even the Devil City with twelve walls is just a tiny reef standing on the shore, washed away by the waves every day!

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The white white horse hurriedly withdrew from the depths of the scary memory of the little devil, looking at the petite red-skinned devil in front of him, revealing a pity. "Tsk, it's hard for you. It's a miracle to survive in that ghost place."

"That's not it?" The little devil gave Painhurs a white look. Proudly erected his thin chest with protruding ribs. "I am small in size, fast, and strong in dodgeability! The spikes on the tail can also secrete neurotoxins that make creatures convulsions and numb limbs, weaken the opponent's ability to move, and then escape calmly. The life-saving ability, but first class One is powerful!"

"By the way, I can also become a tiny spider, and humble ravens and mice. It's really not good, and I can escape invisibly. Take the example before me, the ten human companions of that silly girl have become The dung of the goblin was dragged all over the ground by those filthy little dwarfs, and he became a prisoner of the bear goblin, and was tortured to death. Fortunately, the group of blind bears didn't like females who were bare and hairless."

"Then the point comes, but! After this ten-death fiasco, her demon, my brother, did nothing! Not even the skin was bruised! Isn't it amazing?? "

"I don't think this is an advantage worth showing off." Henriweier gritted her teeth and said. "Where did the damn kid go? Don't come to save me, and now, I have been out of trouble for five days and still haven't appeared!"

"Ha! To the cautious and cunning little devil, the centaur camp is no different from the bear goblin lair." The red-skinned devil yawned nonchalantly. "He must think that you poor fellow was just taken away by another group of monsters as trophies. You should be on the way back to the legion at this moment. After all, there is the safest place."

"Asshole!" The drow's charming purple eyes almost burst out a substantial flame. Pain Hess also had a better understanding of how bad his demon familiar was.

Well, a bastard who will only add to the cake and will never give charcoal in the snow.

In layman terms, it is to go against the wind and wind.

"Okay, next is the ritual clause." The little devil couldn't wait to recite a long list of pet contracts. It seemed that he didn't seem to return to that magnificent bronze fortress, and under the endless demon offensive, he served as the hard work of the demons to repair the magnificent city wall.

First, the owner should never let the pet be used as cannon fodder to die.

Second, the magic pet has the right to reject the unreasonable work requirements of the owner.

Third, the familiar can rest for two days and nights after working for five days and nights.

Fourth, the owner must provide a generous and satisfying meal every day.

"I signed the pet, not the ancestor." After hearing the sky's asking price, Painhurs's face went dark. Although this condition is not very harsh for a modern person. If the demonic familiar dies, it will also cause considerable damage to the soul of the warlock, and in severe cases, it will even cause a terrible level drop. But...you are a familiar and not an employee!

"The second and third are not possible. Don't worry. After the ceremony is completed, we will be grasshoppers on the same line. I won't let death be so easy." The pale white horse sat on the ground and raised the price. A mysterious smile appeared on the handsome face.

"Then work for six days and nights and rest for one day and night! This is the bottom line!"

"Say this to the bear goblins, to the Ostrogoths, to the demons outside the Bronze Fortress!" Painhurs rolled his eyes. "If you can persuade them to make a truce for two days and nights after every five days and nights of attack, I also agree to your terms!"

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"Let's do it." Looking at the little devil who turned into anger, Painhurs probably also figured out the opponent's bottom line. "I agree to the second article. But the third article, you may have some misunderstandings about work. I will not be like the devil, commanding you to repair the city wall all day long. In addition to fighting and investigating, you can do whatever you want at other times. What are you doing, as long as you don't get too far away from me, how?"

The little devil's apricot pupil turned slyly twice, barking his sharp fangs, and finally held out his thin crimson palm towards Painhurs. "Deal, man and horse warlock. Please take care of me from now on. My name is Magnus."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Painhurs." The white white horse said his name faintly, and kindly stretched out his generous, cold hand, and took hold of Magnus's crimson sharp front paws.

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"Okay, just wait twenty-four hours." Seeing that the overall situation had been determined, the drow breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack the salute of going home.

"What are you doing so early? Didn't you say to teach him for seven days? This is only the fourth day." Christina said curiously.

"I don't have anything to teach him anymore." Herniwell glanced at the two who were signing the contract, and packed her bags. "The learning speed of your white horse is much faster than I thought. The six-day course took only four days to fully acquire it. Now it is almost time to sign a contract with a demon."

Speaking of this, the drow's purple eyes suddenly became extremely vigilant. "Why, I'm afraid that I will reveal the location of your clan and don't want to let me go back?"

"Yes, I'm really afraid of you leaking secrets." Aside, Christian, holding a light crossbow, admitted openly. "However, the pasture around here has been gnawed away by the flocks, and we will continue to move in a few days. The outdated information you have is meaningless. It would be a waste of money to keep you here, so hurry up and leave."

Herniwell rolled her eyes, decided not to fight with the damn pony, and continued to pack her bags.

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Next night

"It's finally over!" The exhausted Pain Hess breathed a long sigh of relief, working hard for twenty-four hours, but he was not lightly tired. the other side. The same little devil who hadn't slept for a whole day also let out a sigh of relief, and fell to the ground, curling up his thin body on the warm and soft sheepskin carpet. The wide bat wings, like a quilt, covered themselves tightly. After a while, there was a slight snoring sound.

The pale white Ma Qiang held up his spirit, touched the little devil's bat wings lightly, and entered a state of meditation again. Check the abilities of your own familiar.

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Name: Magnus. Race: Little Devil

(Enhanced Familiar) (lawful evil)

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Strength: 10 (0)

Agility: 18 (4)

Physique: 10 (0)

Intelligence: 10 (0)

Perception: 12 (1)

Charm: 14 (2)

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Health: 27 (half the life of the master)

Defense level: 25 (10 5 natural 4 agility adjustment value 2 ultra-small 4 defense modification), contact: 16, flat-footed: 21.

First attack adjustment: 4 (4 agility adjustment value)

Basic attack bonus: 5.

Sting 10 melee attack, damage 1D6 (additional poison)

Grapple-5

Speed: 20 feet walking / 50 feet flying.

Special attacks: poison, spell-like

Racial characteristics: change form, damage reduction 5/good or silver, dark vision 60 feet, fast healing 2, immunity to toxins, resistance to fire 5

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Fortitude Save 4

Reflex save 9

Will save 7

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[Dodge] [Strengthen Natural Attacks]

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[Spell-Like Ability] Casting level 6, DC12.

Cast at will: detect goodness, detect magic, invisibility (only for yourself).

Once a day: suggestion

Once a week: Power of God

[Change Form]: Randomly change into small or medium variant spiders, ravens, mice and wild boars.

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[Natural Defense Modification]: Familiar defense level 4

[Alert]: When the familiar is beside the owner, the owner gets the [Alert] specialty.

[Proficient in Reflex Dodge]: If the attack effect passes the Reflex check, it will still cause half of the damage. At this time, if the familiar passes the Reflex check, it will not be injured at all. If it fails the Reflex check, it will only take half of the damage.

[Spell Sharing]: The owner can choose to make the magic effects (but not spell-like abilities) that act on him and act on the pet at the same time. The familiar must be within 5 feet of the owner when casting the spell to share the effect of the spell. If the effect of the spell will last for a period of time, once the familiar leaves the owner more than 5 feet, the effect of the spell will disappear, and it won't take effect again even if it returns within 5 feet of the spell duration.

[Emotional connection]: The master and the pet have an emotional connection within 1 li. The owner can't see through the eyes of the familiar, but both sides have telepathy. Connections can only communicate basic emotions (such as fear, hunger, happiness, curiosity, etc.). But no matter how smart the familiar is, the way of seeing the world is different from that of human beings, so there is the possibility of misunderstanding. Because there is an emotional connection with each other, the owner will also establish the same connection with the things or places that the pet has experienced.

[Transfer contact spells]: When the master casts a contact spell, designate the familiar as the "contacter" (the master and the familiar must be together when casting the spell), so that the familiar can pass the contact spell. If the master casts another spell before the spell is passed, the touch spell disappears.

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"Magnus can still trigger some contact spells instead of me." Numerous tactical thoughts suddenly flooded into the tired brain of the pale white horse. Diluted his sleepiness. "A little assassin who can fly, has no spell slot restrictions, and casts invisibility at will, plus the [Cold Touch] that deprives others of life energy... Decapitation artifacts on the battlefield."

"The fly in the ointment is that this little thing looks even more timid than a goblin." Painhurs sighed regretfully, and finally couldn't hold back the tiredness and sleepiness that came like a tide. He lay on the sheepskin rug and instantly entered sweetness dream.

Chapter 33: The Little Ice Age

"Hiss--" Painhurs was awakened by the terrifying low temperature in the severe cold. It took him 24 hours to sign a contract with Magnus. He didn't know the outside temperature at all, and he turned a lot worse in one day! The lingering cold wind, wrapped in frost and snow the size of goose feathers, roared from the north, and in a blink of an eye, the entire Bloodfury Camp was completely submerged!

"You're awake, come and help! Get the sheep indoors!" Christina carried two gentle sheep, kicked open the door in the south leeward, and got into the wide snow house-at the door. The moment it opened, the whistling sound of the violent wind outside the house made the pale white horse's ears hurt. Dense goose feathers and heavy snow, like the sky collapsed, fell crazily downwards. Almost covered the entire dim sky. The thick snow on the road completely submerged the black horseshoes of the rouge horse!

"Hurry up and pack things! The terrifying [White Disaster] has caught up with us! When the blizzard is a bit smaller, we will move south!"

"It's so snowy." Herniwell's mouth grew in surprise as she looked at the pale snow scene outside that was as terrifying as the end of the world. For a drow living near the equator, such a terrifying cold natural disaster is simply unimaginable. "Are you north so exaggerated? This is the eighth month!"

"Wait, you mean, according to the Julian calendar, now is the eighth month?" Painhurs interrupted the conversation between the two. As he wrapped the deerskin tightly on his body, he asked in surprise. "This is the northern shore of the Black Sea, and it's not Britannia! Cold is not this cold method! The eighth month of the Julian calendar used by the Romans is probably equivalent to the current Gregorian calendar, which is the golden autumn October of the general Gregorian calendar. Why is it still in the autumn harvest season!"

"Huh? Really? I thought that the north is like this ghost. After all, Egypt and Thrace are warm all year round." After hearing the speech of the white horse, Herniwell also showed a shocked look. .

"Why do you think the clans left their hometown? Come here all the way? The winter temperature is getting colder and colder, and the duration is getting longer and longer... In the end, our kingdom completely collapsed, and everyone turned into countless scattered The clan, like duckweed in the rain, fled in all directions." Christina put down the sheep on her shoulders, without saying anything, rushed out the door again. Against the howling cold wind and the huge frost and snow entrapped in the storm, he moved his graceful body with difficulty in the direction of the sheepfold.

"Fifth century, north, October, blizzard." After collecting enough clues, the white white horse found in horror that he seemed to have forgotten one of the most terrifying things in the fifth century AD-the Little Ice Age!

This is no ordinary snow disaster! It's a little ice age that has raged in Europa for nearly a century! The terrifying low temperature, violent cold wind, heavy snow, destruction, destruction. Inundated all the resources that people depend on for survival. Forcing the barbarians living in the north, and the nomads from the east, rushed at the border of the Romans at all costs, trying to flood into the warm and pleasant empire. Eventually produced a series of chain reactions, and even led to the demise of the Western Roman Empire.

"I'll help you!" After thinking about the problem clearly, Painhurs also rushed out of the igloo, his pale horseshoes, sinking deeply into the soft and cold snow. The moment he just left the igloo, the terrifying cold wind was like countless sharp knives. Severely blown away the fragile face of the pale white horse exposed in the cold wind!

"What, what, what else are there in warm places nearby? Crossing the Black Sea to Asia? No. The nomadic clans don't have any craftsmanship in shipbuilding. Even if they do, there's no time. Caucasus or Thrace? No, Too far away. Otherwise, go to the Eastern Goths [Vishmiris Fortress] to try your luck? Let Magnus fly into the fortress invisibly and open the city gate. If everyone crowds on, the chance of success is still pretty good. High."

Painhurs held the dying ewes on his shoulders, thinking about ways to survive. The rapid increase in strength in a short period of time gave him an extremely illusory and unreality. With the blessing of arcane power, the wooden castle of the Eastern Goths seemed to be much smaller.

What's more, there is also a drow in the clan who can cast arcane magic of the five rings! It really doesn't work, pay some price and hire Herniwell to fight. The success rate will definitely be greatly improved.

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A few hours later, under the frantic rescue of more than 800 adult horses, the Bloodfury clan finally snatched 70% of the livestock from the mouth of Winter's Death. But there were still more than 10,000 cattle and sheep that froze to death in this blizzard.

Sister Christina, the leader of the predators, Kuronia, the old druid, the fearless leader Caen, the warrior leader Luga, and the titular chief guard: Painhurs, and his drow teacher, in The crowded igloo filled with ewes formed a circle, listening to the growing horror outside the house, worryingly discussing the future of the clan.

"You heard me say that the Bloodfury clan migrated from the farther east, and I, who have lived here for nearly three years, have a clear picture of the surrounding terrain." The pale white man kept himself in the group without changing his face. Lies made up at the time. With a wave of both hands, among the people, a simple and rough topographic map was created with [Magic Trick]. The plan to pierce the Visimiris fortress with oneself was revealed.

The other centaurs looked at the magic map suspiciously, not knowing whether it was true or not. Herniwell dignifiedly frowned her dark and smooth brows, hell! This map of the Black Sea made with magic tricks is even more accurate than the maps carefully drawn by the empire! Why would a centaur understand this?

"What he said is true. I became an eagle and went deep into the peninsula." The old druid nodded. "I approve of Painhurs' plan. The climate of the Crimean Peninsula is indeed warm and humid. There are a lot of fertile pastures on both sides of the northwest. As long as we get rid of the human barbarians blocking the road, these fertile land will be ours Up!"

"Indeed, 30% of our livestock were frozen to death by the cold wind overnight! The rest is dying. If no one can rob on the road, the existing supplies will hardly support us to go too far away." Nia gritted her teeth. "I also support Painhurs' plan! The little devil flies in stealth to open the city gate? A good idea! As long as I don't climb the city wall, I will be able to knock down the castle!"

"Yes! We can act at night! The poor human eyes cannot see anything clearly in the dark"

"Yes! Lao Tzu doesn't matter, Chief, you can tell me whoever cuts it!"

"Aye..."

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With the sound of [Yes], Herniwell's beautiful face lowered and lowered, almost touching her knees on her knees. In case other people see his gloomy and terrifying face, his twisted face is so dignified that it can almost drip out of water.

Suddenly, the drow seemed to figure out something. The pupils, which shrank to the size of a needle, trembling constantly, suddenly returned to their original shape. Herniwell raised her head slightly, and gave a formulaic smile to the faces of the seven horses. Zhu lip kissed him, and slowly spit out a standard universal character.

"Yes."

Chapter 34: The Great Migration

"The door is not in the right position. Move it to the left. When I went last time, the Eastern Goths were still on the wooden wall, covered with a thick layer of mud." Listening to the sound of the storm raging outside, Several important leaders of the Bloodfury clan simply played a sandbox game.

"This way, then it can't be attacked by fire." Painhurs concentrated on creating a scaled-down fortress of Vichymiris-said it is a fortress, in fact, it is an ordinary town in the north of the town. A narrow wooden wall traversing the area of ​​Belekop is nothing more. Military buildings such as warehouses, blacksmith shops, stables, etc., are readily available in the town.

Nowadays, the densely packed longhouses and the troubled wooden walls, under the control of Painhurs, have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, scrambling to get out of the brown sand table. Transformed into various human houses, finally formed a miniature version of the barbarian fortress.

"Wow."

The pale white horse used [Magic Trick] for the third time to create a large number of wooden chess pieces. Sprinkled on the vivid sandbox. Of those simple chess pieces, two-thirds of them are humans holding wooden shields and axes, or bows and arrows. The last third is a huge half-man and half-horse.

"The last time I went was a week ago, and the number of the opposing army is estimated to be around two thousand." The old druid stretched out his large hands like bark, covered with wrinkles. Gently placing the chess pieces symbolizing the Eastern Gothic archers on the huge city wall, the infantry holding a wooden shield and axe densely packed the streets of the whole town. "We are dragged down by livestock and children. At least two hundred people are left to look after. It is estimated that only six hundred people can join the fight. The number of opponents is more than three times ours."

"Don't be alarmist, you old horse." Lu Jia snorted disdainfully. "Two thousand soldiers? How many professionals do their two thousand soldiers have? One thousand? Five hundred? How many people can be above level six? Even if it is a waste of drinking and having fun all day long, it is equivalent to adulthood. A sixth-level fighter! In the field, I can crush them with a single charge!"

"But they have walls, and it is impossible to give up their advantage and fight with us in the wild." Curonia took off the eagle feather cloak and scratched his short light brown hair fiercely. "Painhurs, your plan to let the little devil fly over the city wall invisibly and open the door bolt inside is a good plan. However, the city gate is too small and can only pass three horses side by side."

"So we have to take advantage of our dark vision to launch an unknowingly raid at night." Christian worriedly combed his long light brown curly hair. "The first person to rush into the city gate must be me. Only I can use sleep and silence techniques to guard against accidents."

"Assassination?" Magnus suddenly became excited, flapping his wings, and flew in front of everyone. "I like this job! Hold their throats! Cut out their eyes! Watching those guys slowly die in despair!"

"No problem, you can attack the enemy as much as you want." Painhurs took out twelve human horse models and circled the south side of the city wall. "We can only walk three side by side... Then, we should be able to rush into four rows of twelve people in the first place, and firmly guard the inside of the gate for the people behind to pass."

"Defensive passage? This kind of thing, let my shield battle be done." Lu Jia took the job without hesitation.

"No, it should be twenty-two people. We druids can become eagles and fly over the city wall without taking up space." The old druid took out ten more horse chess pieces and circled the second circle on the south side of the city wall.

"My predator is good at flanking raids rather than frontal blood wars. We are outside, and we can use bows and arrows to support them." Kuronia yawned tiredly. It was his vigil last night. I didn't sleep all night and rescued lambs for a long time, but now I am very tired.

"Very well, then it's settled, Luga, you take the ten strongest shield battles and rush forward with Christian. Little devil, you are responsible for attacking the archers on the wall in chaos." Christina gave a final word. "Adding ten druids is enough to open up the situation! Painhus! You temporarily join the Kuronian marauders team and cover everyone with bows and arrows. Caen! When Luga has a firm foothold, you will Leading bloodthirsty and fearless, tore open the enemy's encirclement net."

"For the sake of both of us redskins! Please call me Magnus! Magnus Prospero!" The little devil muttered dissatisfied with a high-pitched and sharp evil voice. "Do you feel happy if I call you a mare? I am a wise life with a name and a surname! You are not the devil warlord wielding a whip on the Bronze Fortress!"

"Fine, Magnus." Christina rolled her eyes. The animal companions of the druid and the predator are not so ill.

"Perfect plan, honorable Chief Chief." After listening to the crowd arranging the siege plan, Heniville clapped his hands in admiration and spoke slowly. "However, your first assault team can be expanded to twenty-three people-I can ride on your back without taking up any space, and can provide powerful spell support."

"You volunteered to fight on the most dangerous front line?" Christian looked suspiciously at the delicate and beautiful drow. Speaking surprised. "So courageous, I thought you only dared to stand at the end and cast spells."

"This is also a helpless move." Hernivale burst out with a bitter smile. "I don't think I alone can break out of this terrifying blizzard. Without your help, I cannot return to the Legion within the prescribed time."

"Okay, that's it! After it's done, I will send you the strongest steed of the three clans. And let the two clansmen escort you back to Thrace in the southwest." Christina looked out the window gradually. Speaking of the smaller storm, refreshingly. "Go south! Goal! Visimiris! Tomorrow! We will be able to dig through the wooden fortress! Arrive in the legendary, warm and moist plump pasture!"

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When the leaders discussed the future, the rest of the horses were not idle. They quickly put the most important things such as food and weapons on the tall and generous backs of more than 2,000 horses and more than 5,000 cows. Hundreds of thousands of animal skins were simply spread on the surviving livestock, which not only reduced the burden of carrying cattle, horses and other pack animals, but also added a measure of insurance against freezing to death for sheep.

More than 3,000 sheep were frozen to death in one breath, and the sighing herders quickly skinned them and bleed them. Smoked and grilled to increase the storage time of the meat-thinking about it well, this horrible white disaster is like a natural large refrigerator. The meat is difficult to put out. It is the god of nature and community. I want to open it to everyone. After a grand banquet, three thousand sheep, enough to eat for several days.

As for those that can't be taken away, just like the igloo, they must be destroyed and burned on the spot, and they must not fall into the hands of other people.

After a few more hours of busy work, the Bloodfury clan was finally ready. Like a winding snake, in the knee-deep white snow, with its back facing the whistling north wind, it trudged hard to the south.

Kuronia took his predators a step forward, acting as a scout, monitoring the movement of the surroundings. More than 80 heroic warriors, such as Lu Jia, who held shields and spears, acted as the forwards of the team. Five hundred clan herders who kept their bows in their hands, and more than two hundred majestic Caucasian dogs guard the wings of the flock. And Sister Christina, with the drow elves, druids, and more than forty bloodthirsty and fearless, at the end of the team, the queen.

And Pain Hess also started his first official job in the clan-acting as a scout, investigating the enemies around him. According to these senior herders. At this time of white disaster, all clans are enemies except themselves! They will try their best to make up for the loss, so as to survive the terrible winter. For example, go south to find farming civilization to plunder a wave of materials. Or simply grab it from other herders!

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"Damn! The White Disaster came here so quickly! We only stayed here for five days and nights!" Two orc scouts riding black wolves walked forward with difficulty in the white snow. The thick snow almost flooded the vigorous limbs of the wolf.

The two green-skinned orcs didn't seem to realize how conspicuous they were in the white snow. Their violent fangs, sharp ears, sturdy necks, and thick fingers are covered with extremely conspicuous decorations—some of them are brilliant gold and silver, and some are gruesome and gruesome bones.

One of the savage and primitive green-skinned orcs even carried a cross made up of two wooden sticks. On the cross, nailed to the white and tender upper body of a high elf-her graceful body was torn apart by some terrifying weapon. The internal organs were all hollowed out, like a fragrant and bloody battle flag, hung high on the broad back of the green-skinned orc.

"Don't complain! I think this is the test of the one-eyed god to us!" said the ferocious orc carrying the corpse of the high elf, religiously. "Keep going south! The bear goblin who is as fat as a pig said that there is a pasture with rich water and weeds in the south. The chief ordered us to go and take a look to see if what the fat pig said is true."

"Okay." The other skinny orc also cheered up again. They looked around vigilantly, leaned on the wolf's back as low as possible, and moved forward cautiously.

In this scene, Painhurs felt that his IQ had been insulted-black wolf fur, green skin, blood-colored coat, high-hanging elf carcass: all their decorations and costumes were similar to this pale snowfield. Obviously out of place! Be as conspicuous as you want!

So, why do they feel that their clumsy sneaking will not be discovered by me? ? ?

"Magnus! They are blocking the way of the clan, listen to my order. You immediately kill the orc with the elven corpse on his back." The pale white horse in a sheepskin coat lay as low as possible on the snowy field. . Short silver hair, white coat, pale coat. It almost blends with the surrounding white snow.

"Yes." The little devil, who also wore sheep's clothing to keep out the cold, performed a purgatory ritual comically. The crimson skin flashed and disappeared instantly. Pain Hess also bent his bow and set an arrow, drew the compound longbow in his hand into a terrifying full moon, and pointed it at the enemy in front of him.

Feel the killing in my heart. The pale white horse understood that the little devil who was emotionally connected to him was ready, so he immediately loosened the bowstring in his hand and let a sharp flint feather arrow whizzed across the cold air, accompanied by a crisp bone. At the sound, a coquettish and stern blood rose bloomed on the forehead of the wolf.

The black wolf shook his burly and vigorous body twice and collapsed softly to the ground. Threw the orc on his back into the thick white snow.

In addition, the green skin carrying the corpse of the female elf was shocked, ready to pull out the sharp axe on his waist, but a crimson viper tightly wrapped around his green neck with muscular pimple, and it had poisonous spikes. The snake's tail penetrated the orc's unsuspecting chin and sank deeply into the opponent's mouth. After the sharp barbs fixed his tongue, he immediately injected a large amount of neurotoxin into the green-skinned throat!

"Hahahaha!!!"

Seeing the other party's painful and terrifying expression, Magnus seemed to get some kind of weird satisfaction. The slender and deadly snake tail, like a poisonous snake, tightly entangled the opponent's throat, and the whole person was like a bat on the orcs. Above the terrible face. The sharp claws swept gently, and skillfully took out the opponent's eyeballs! ! !

Seeing the wolf under the green skin crotch turned around and wanted to bite himself, Magnus let out a crazy laugh, his tail loosened, the bat wings flapped, and the whole person flew high into the sky!

"call out!!!"

At this moment, Painhurs no longer sneaked into hiding, like a pale and terrifying storm, while rushing to the orc, while shooting a second sharp arrow, it was precisely nailed to the side of the dark wolf's brain. The sharp arrow easily pierced the opponent's skull and sank deep into the depths of the brain!

"Waaagh!!!"

At this moment, the orc who fell into the thick snow also climbed up from the knee-length white snow with difficulty. Pulling out the sharp axe on his waist, he grinned his stinking blood basin to the largest extent. Exposed a row of sharp teeth, and four slender fangs, issued a terrifying roar! Fuxingxingzi was flying all over the sky by his roar.

While roaring, Green Skin rushed in the direction of the horse with excitement. In his eyes, there is no anger of his companion being killed, no fear of imminent disaster, some, just endless fanaticism! A pure enthusiasm for fighting! ! !

Chapter Thirty Five: Intrigue (Part 1)

Seeing the other side alone. Perhaps it was because of the brain's contempt for the enemy, or the soul's desire for arcane magic, Painhurs arrogantly retracted the compound longbow in his hand, and pointed his right hand forward. Reduced by a few degrees Celsius.

An icy blue ray composed of sharp and thin ice fragments and phantom pale mist sprayed out from the tip of the centaur's index finger and penetrated the orc's calf with precision.

Countless small pieces of ice, engulfed by the cold wind, are like countless sharp daggers, cutting and tearing the fragile flesh and blood of the orcs. The terrifying low temperature instantly completely frozen the blood around his wound.

The green skin, under the low temperature of crushed ice and cold mist, turned into a terrifying white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then his entire leg became stiff and numb!

As a result, the orcs who had rushed halfway lost their balance, and fell into the thick snow again, like a small green boat sinking in the ocean.

After a successful blow, Painhurs quickly displayed his best arcane spell: [Cold Touch]. This spell has been played out by him during four days of training. Four consecutive faint blue ghost fires, one after another, quickly burned on his four slender and strong horseshoes!

"Oh!!!"

The pale white horse kicked four hooves and jumped high from the snowy field. When the body reached its highest point, the upper body tilted slightly downwards, stretching out two slender horse hooves entwined with negative energy. Like a silver meteor that swooped at high speed, it slammed into the head of the orc!

This is one of the most commonly used methods of attack by centaurs. Using the weight of the body, the speed of the dive, and the hard horseshoe, a full blow is enough to blast the opponent's head!

The battle-tested orcs couldn't take much care of it. They squatted on the ground and got into the thick snow, avoiding Painhurs's inevitable blow. This war was trampled, and the whole earth was trembling. Numerous pieces of soft white snowflakes were thrown into the dim sky by the reaction force, and the frozen yellow pastures were touching the blue death smoke. After that, it dried up and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Waaagh!!!"

The last orc let out an angry roar, he slyly went around behind the pale white horse, trying to launch a surprise attack from the blind spot of the horse and horse. but. Green Skin's blood-coagulated terrifying roar, but betrayed his position early!

The center of gravity of Painhurs' huge body, subconsciously leaning forward, two strong rear hooves wrapped in blue smoke and full of explosive power, like springs, curled forward desperately, waiting for him to gather enough strength, and then again. It pops out like lightning! Like two terrifying siege hammers, entwined with dark and deep negative energy. Kicked hard on the orc's chest!

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by the crisp and loud sound of broken bones, the green-skinned orc was directly kicked out. He fell heavily on the snow. Two obvious depressions appeared in his chest. Countless fragmented white ribs pierced deeply into his fragile internal organs, countless ethereal blue fireworks, like tarsus maggots, biting on his chest, depriving him of life energy. Let the orc's broad and strong chest slowly become extremely shriveled! relaxation!

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The red-skinned devil hovering high above the dim sky like a vulture did not land leisurely on Painhurs' shoulders until the death of the enemy was confirmed. Let the latter say silently.

"You were closer to me just now, and the orc is still facing you, and you have a dive. You have a chance to kill the orc, Magnus."

"But, you only want me to kill the green skin that carries the body of the elf girl?" Magnus widened his eyes innocently.

"...Forget it." Painhurs was speechless for a while. Shook his head. Amusedly stretched out his right hand. "Then, celebrate the success of our first cooperation!"

"Respect the hapless souls of the two poor orcs." Magnus smirked and stretched out his small crimson hand, lightly hitting the palm of the pale white horse.

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A blizzard seemed to have forced out all the nearby monsters. Along the way, the pale white horse spotted at least six waves of goblins or orcs' wolf riders. A wave of rare cat-man scouts: Those guys have human bodies, but their heads are like lions. The neck also has thick yellow bristles.

Not long ago, Painhurs even saw more than a hundred ogre communities that were savage and burly like giants! In view of a difficult siege battle to be fought in a while, the white white horse remembered their course of action. He ran back to the migrating team at the fastest speed and modified the clan's marching route. Avoided the huge group of ogres far away.

In this way, the predators who came and went like wind kept investigating the surrounding movement, and when they encountered small groups of scouts, they ate them directly, burying their bodies in the white snow without leaving a trace. When you encounter a large unit, you will directly flash people and modify the team's walking route. Avoid colliding with the enemy.

In the sky, countless falcons belonging to different clans catch and fight each other.

On the ground, the human horse pulled a flexible bowstring, the orc waved a huge battle axe, and the cat man raised a sharp javelin. Slowly dye the white snowfield into scarlet and terrifying blood!

Every clan doesn't want to be discovered by the enemy when it transfers the supplies that depend on it for survival. They all want to take advantage of others to transfer food and grass, and make a fortune when they are at their weakest! Small-scale conflicts have broken out more and more frequently, and countless secret wars have quietly started in this dead snowfield.

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"Arcane can really be used, don't use it." Painhurs said with regret when he thought of the scene of bullying the orcs with arcane arts. In just half a day, several small-scale encounters broke out, leaving his few spell slots almost empty. Today, there are only two zero-ring spell slots left.

"Yeah. There are a lot of monsters in this horrible place. Don't mess around tomorrow, rookie warlock." Magnus frowned. The crimson ears quivered slightly. "Wait, I heard the sound of the ocean tide."

"Really? It's finally here." The pale white horse was energetic. Lurking in the white snow field, slowly moving forward.

Finally, Painhurs arrived at the northern shore of the Black Sea for the second time, and there was a strong wind on the groggy sea. Between the black stormy waves, a long brown narrow strip of land penetrated straight into the middle of the sea, connecting a large expanse of fertile soil-Gretinian Peninsula.

The pale white horse stared excitedly at the snow-covered wooden fortress in the distance. Happy gearing up. I couldn't bear the ardent desire for survival in my heart, and my breathing became more and more rapid.

However, just as he carefully forgave the familiar scenery of [Vishimiris Fortress], Painhurs' face suddenly became extremely solemn. Opened his mouth in horror! The dark pupils have shrunk to the size of a dangerous needle!