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Chapter 41: The Crown of Persia

"Chief, please let me negotiate with him." Painhurs drew the steel long sword from his waist and walked gently to the side of the rouge mare. He sees too much of this greedy, cunning, profit-seeking businessman.

"Okay." Christina simply stepped aside. This decisive action caused Gary Vickers to squint a pair of dark yellow eyes in confusion, the fat on the face that was about to be drooped, and the eyes of the marketer that completely covered it, now, completely disappeared in a pile of green Among the fat.

A matrilineal clan actually let a stallion stand in front of the stage?

"Honorable King Gallivex." Painhurs gently inserted the tip of the sword into the snow, and said slowly with his pale and cold hands, leaning on the end of the hilt. "I probably understand your plan, to drive away the wolf? Slowly weaken the enemy's power? Smart, quite smart."

"But," the pale white man said with a turn. "You underestimated the strength of human beings. We just returned from the battlefield, and the Roman and Eastern Gothic coalition forces had almost no losses. They wiped out the orc tribe that you tricked into the battlefield."

"How is it possible!" Gary Vickers widened his dark yellow eyes with greedy eyes, and said in disbelief. "The orc clan led by Chief Gezigula is cruel and bloodthirsty, and there are only broken walls wherever it goes! It is an invincible green natural disaster! They even have two hundred heavy cavalry, and one looks funny It's ridiculous, but an amazingly powerful siege machine!"

"If you don't believe it, you can let your people come over and take a look. The fortress is not far from here." Painhurs said calmly.

As soon as the trade king's eyes rolled, he immediately waved his fat arms, calling for a group of goblin riders holding a compound short bow and driving the pitch-black wolves. Order them to check in the south. The bloated fingers continued to turn the gorgeous golden crown, forming a dazzling golden whirlwind.

The sight of the pale white horse fell unconsciously on this high-speed rotating crown: that thing was gorgeous and complicated to the extreme. On the perfect body of pure gold, densely carved with exquisite totems and mysterious runes. The front half of the ring is inlaid with nine little golden men... No, those clever golden men have a slender snake tail. On the side of their heads, there are a pair of vivid goat horns, making them look like The devil is closer.

The golden devil located in the middle of his forehead is the largest, and the other eight small golden devils evenly surround it on both sides. The further away from him, the smaller the body. The demons held a huge golden shield in their left hand, and in the center of the nine shields, there was a huge oval cavity.

Their right hand held a golden giant sword high above their heads. The nine handles are inlaid with precious stones, and a long sword with a large number of mysterious runes hollowed out, like nine gradually shrinking golden peaks, turned into the top of the ring, the sharp and beautiful golden crown.

Painhurs's dark and deep pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle. His breathing became more rapid. He quickly stabilized his mind, pretending to be extremely boring waiting for the wolf cavalry to reply, and said casually: "This thing is beautifully made. Where did you get it?"

"You said this?" Gary Vickers, who smelled the business opportunity, straightened up his lazily bloated body immediately. "I bought it from a group of hobgoblins. Attention! It is not an ordinary crown! It is a magical object! Look at the exquisite relief on it! Look at the inlaid on it, lifelike Nine golden devils! If you want, I can give you a 9.5 percent discount! Only nine thousand five hundred Sudlers gold coins! This dazzling crown can be worn on your brain of wisdom ! If you don't have money, you can exchange it with equivalents."

"Magic wonder? What effect?" Christian was also interested when he heard the word magic, and curiously walked to the side of the bear goblin.

"Eh..." The Trade King tried to divert the subject and raised the golden crown to Painhurs' eyes. "Look at these gorgeous reliefs! Oh my God, this carving technique is simply amazing! These are rare things made by Teflin, on which are carved legendary demons: Cyrus the Great defeated Medes, Lydia and Babylon in succession. Kingdom, founded the Achaemenid dynasty, and crowned as the grand epic of all Teflin emperors! Look! These two Persian words that are like wings, blooming on both sides of his body: King of kings! God of gods!"

"Wow! The background is so big." Painhurs clapped his hands and praised. "So what is the effect?"

"Don't worry about such trivial things. The cultural value and historical significance of this thing are much better than some small magical effects, aren't they?" Gary Vickers smiled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Continue to flicker.

"He was the crown that Cyrus the Great wore when he was crowned! It's a pity, this legendary emperor fell in love with a legendary female centaur. He took the army north to the Salmatia steppe, Trying to take the stunning mare back to her bed-ah, the rest of the matter, you guys should be quite clear: the invincible queen Tomiris, personally cut off the head of the Persian emperor, from then on, The golden crowns of the demons never returned to the Mesopotamia. Instead, they drifted away on the northern grasslands. The previous owner was an Eastern Gothic king. He was beheaded by a hobgoblin in the early days. The price was sold to me."

"As a magical wonder, you don't talk about effects, but you tell me a lot of history?" Painhurs listened to the past history of this magical revision of "Tommyris slaying Cyrus the Great". The inability to vomit. "So, is its effect very rubbish?"

"Tsk, why is your horse so practical?" The dry-mouthed Gary Vix picked up the Egyptian beer handed over by the waiters and drank it. "Okay, okay, I admit, this extremely terrifying thing should be broken. I don't know which barbarian did the good thing-now, he can only make the wearer charm 1."

"You bear goblin dare the lion open your mouth! The strange things of attribute 2 can sell at most 4,000 Sudlers! Your rubbish, you dare to ask for nine thousand five hundred gold coins? This is still after discount. Price?" Christian exploded on the spot. Dark and smooth fingers rubbed back and forth on the trigger of the light crossbow. "Don't stop me! I'm going to shoot to death the black-hearted profiteer who has no sincerity!"

"I was impulsive, Christian." Painhurs hurriedly ran between the two, using his last spell slot today to pass a paragraph of words to the bard's ears through [Communication].

"This thing is definitely not waste!!!"

"Nice work! White people! Stop this crazy woman and I will give you eight... No, 10% off!" Knowing the power of the crossbow bolt, Gary Vix immediately shrank into the pool of gold coins. Among. The hobgoblins wearing scales on both sides also pulled out the machete around their waist, and protected and flocked their boss and the six-headed huskies pulling the sled in the center of the team.

"I said, King, are you a bard or a warlock?" Painhurs said calmly after persuading Christian. "Even if there is, just add a little charm, it doesn't seem to be very useful. This crown has a great background and a high cultural value. But those things can't be eaten."

"So you want to bargain?" Gary Vickers straightened his swollen body from a pile of coins, his eyes gleaming with hatred. "Do you want to bargain with my trade king?"

"That's right." Payinghurs said confidently, looking at the wolf cavalry returning from a distance. Sure enough, when Gary Vickers heard the news that the Greenskins had been wiped out, his face instantly became extremely pale! The ferocious eyes also became extremely frightened!

"Let's see the reality! Your plan to drive away the wolf and the tiger has long turned into a tactic of sacrifice in vain! It will only make potential allies worthless! Your trading kingdom or my bloodanger clan alone , Can't pose a fatal threat to the Romans!" Christina also understood Painhes's plan and swung a great axe vigorously. "Now all the clans in the north are struggling to die! Let a fair deal to conclude a covenant between our two clans and face the powerful enemies in the south together! How?!"

The enemy's strength seemed to be far beyond his imagination. The Trade King lowered his head and pondered for a long time, finally raised his fat face and nodded fiercely. The six layers of greasy and bloated chin, accompanied by his violent head movements, swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

"Well, a thousand gold coins! Take it to be happy!" Gary Vickers pressed his forehead irritably. It seems that without a bit of blood, the clan will find it difficult to survive this crisis. Damn the Eastern Goths! The petty blockade of Pelekop is narrow. A few years ago, the lizard people generously let people come to the island to spend the winter!

"By the way, do you have any spell-casting materials? I am a warlock." Painhurs asked slowly instead of paying for it.

"Huh? Sagittarius? Very rare. I thought you were a bard." Gary Vickers picked up the black eyebrows that were trapped in a pile of fat. "Materials for spellcasting are now in short supply. Only the big cities of Rome and Persia can be sold here. Normally, we can easily reach the market by borrowing the lizardmen boats, but now, those greedy, petty, and damned Eastern Goths People blocked the roads to death..."

"So, you have to add money again?" Painhurs said amusedly as he watched the dancing, chubby goblin profiteers.

"Yes, things are rare," Xiong Goblin rubbed the fleshy fat bear's paw, and smiled and forgiven the equestrian warlock in front of him. Since the East Gothic blocked the land and sea, the spellcasting materials on the grassland have basically disappeared. It seems that this warlock is also unable to use arcane magic because of the scarcity of materials, and his combat power has dropped drastically. Hum, he must be slaughtered this time.

Thinking of this, Gary Vickers pretended to be magnanimous. "It's not that I said, now the cost of casting materials has increased ten times, no, twenty times. What do you want?"

"Twenty times, that's what you said." The pale white horse showed a weird smile and opened the animal skin bag tied around his waist. Gary Vickers thought well. The northern grassland is indeed scarce, but Herniwell, the sorcerer who is exposed to the five-ring arcane, can bring out a large bag of spell-casting materials from Rome! Those expensive things fell into the hands of Barbarian Claws, and then they were captured by Painhurs!

"My God! Mica! Viscose! Candle! Viper's venom sac..." Gary Vickers was dumbfounded, raising his head in disbelief. "Where did you get so much material?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Painhurs divided out about 1/4 of the casting materials. "These are about 200 gold coins. I am not as black-hearted as you. I will sell it to you five times!"

"No problem, no problem." The obese bear goblin greedily accepted the precious materials in front of him, and threw the Persian crown into the hands of the horses - these are life-saving things! Compared with these things that can be transformed into powerful magic, that charm 1 headgear is a fart!

Although Gary Vix is ​​greedy for money, he is also a very practical bear goblin. Knowing what is extremely valuable and what is worthless in a special period.

Chapter 12: beast Leonardo - wow - Finch

After getting the beautifully carved relief sculpture from the bear goblin's hand, and the outer ring was also inlaid with the golden crown of the nine-headed demon, Painhurs immediately turned and left, instantly hanging a pale storm of death on the snowy ground, scared The countless goblin slaves who belonged to the trading lords fell on the snow, shivering, screaming "kindness."

However, the pale white horse put his whole mind on the golden crown in front of him, and did not notice the strangeness around him. Just let the two chiefs Christina and Gary Vickers slowly discuss cooperation matters-this terrifying golden crown is definitely not a waste!

Look, the nine golden devils, each holding a huge sword and shield. And in the center of each shield, there is an oval depression, the almost perfect shape, almost exactly the same as the jade that he seized from the barbarian claw package!

Painhurs only felt it was a coincidence at the time, but when he looked closely at the center of the cavity, he found that there were nine different and fuzzy shadows carved inside, one of which was printed with one. The tall soldier in heavy scale armor wielded a slender warhammer that was longer than his body in both hands. In the emerald jade, the dark green phantom was carved out of a mold!

With excitement, Painhurs took out the flawless shining gem from his pocket, and slowly approached the crown, counting from the middle to the right, into the second pothole. Suddenly, the golden crown seemed to sense the approach of the jade. A beam of brilliant golden electric current splashed out from the cavity of the devil's shield, like countless brilliant golden pythons, and like the twisted and blasphemous tentacles of a deep sea octopus. Strictly entangled on that dazzling emerald.

"hiss!"

The jade stone struck by the golden lightning shuddered all over, and aimed at the hole, shooting a dazzling green electric current. The two are like two magnets, madly attracting the opposite direction to approach. Amidst the crackling electric current, they forcibly pulled the strong arm of the pale white horse with a strength of twenty-two, and moved toward the other side's position!

In desperation, Painhurs had to let go of his fingers, and let the beautiful emerald, under the entanglement of the two-color electric current of gold and green, make a clear and melodious impact, which was firmly embedded in the old Persians. Above the golden crown.

"Om----"

If we say that the previous Persian crown is like a work of art that is ingenious. Then, when it obtained a jade, it seemed to have come alive, trembling lightly with its exquisite gold-cast body. It emits a bright and distorted golden halo.

The pale white horse carefully picked up the witchcraft crown that exuded a golden halo, and placed it in his hand for a closer look. The crown is divided into front and back halves. The inner and outer rings of the second half are all carved with the great achievements of Cyrus the Great in building the Achaemenid dynasty. The king of kings, the eight characters of the gods, is like a pair of wings of a spell. Carved on both sides of the emperor.

The outer ring of the first half is inlaid with nine-headed pure gold horror devil in the exquisite and complicated flame pattern. But the inner ring is carved with four lifelike weird creatures.

The first creature is a human being who is both mighty and majestic, but also graceful and enchanting. One yin and one yang, these two diametrically opposed feelings appeared in a human body at the same time, and Painhurs' admiration for the creator of the crown grew deeper. She...or his glamorous face with a variety of styles reveals the masculine look of a male. The naked body with no strands, and there are normal people at the same time, the flesh and blood organs used to distinguish between male and female are more numerous than normal people.

The second monster is a bloated mountain of meat with huge antlers. The chubby body of Gary Vickers was dwarfed by this fat monster. This Tuoshan Mountain was covered with terrifying and decayed scars, and the abdomen was torn into a huge sore by some kind of sharp weapon. Numerous twists and turns of rotting meat intestines, like the water of a bank, rushed out of his Inside the body.

The third monster is a sturdy man wearing a bronze armor. He held a huge battle axe covered with spikes in both hands. On the neck, there was a roaring canine head, and even a few lines of saliva were carved into the mouth of the blood basin full of terrifying fangs. The eyes are directly carved into the twisted shape of flames.

The last monster did not look so weird and scary. Just an ordinary human sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and bowing his head meditating. The pale white horse couldn't see his face at all. Only two venomous snakes broke out from his spine, spreading their teeth and claws on the top of the monster's head, twisting them into a mess.

"Did the business of Barto's Ninth Prison go to Subspace? Or did the sub-space business go to Barto's Ninth Prison?" Painhurs instantly recognized the real name of the Four Demons. He hesitated and hesitated, and finally put the Persian golden crown on his head cautiously. At the moment when the golden crown touched the head, the light of pink, green, red, blue, and the four evil charms flashed crazily on the relief of the four demons at the same time! ! !

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[Witchcraft Crown](Missing 1/9)

Wearer 2 charms (1 crown and 1 gem)

[Super Magic Casting]: The wearer can use super magic skills without occupying high-level spell slots, and the number of uses per day is equal to the wearer's level (8/8). Can use super magic skills: 1/9 (Jadeite·Spell fixed hair)

[Jadeite]: The wearer is immune to toxins, paralysis, and sleep. The wearer is allowed to use [Spell fixed hair].

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Feeling that the soldier in heavy armor wields a two-handed staff, not a warhammer!

Painhurs suddenly realized. If you remember correctly, there are nine types of super magic spells, namely [spell power] [spell effect] [spell upgrade] [spell increase] [spell delay] [spell instant] [spell silent [Spell Expansion] [Spell Expansion], and [Spell Fixed Hair] brought by Jade Jade.

And this crown is inlaid with nine golden monsters, nine golden shields, and nine gem grooves! If you collect nine gems by yourself... then the attributes of this thing may be exaggerated than the artifact! A total of ten charisma points and nine feats are added. Looking at the toxin immunity, each gem can also have a unique ability after providing one feat. This is simply an exaggeration...

Can the creatures in this world really make such a terrifying thing? When Cyrus the Great wore a witchcraft crown with nine jewels, he would be killed by others? Where did these gems come from? What is the dark green figure in the depths of the stone?

"Unexpectedly." Just as the white white horse was thinking about it, Christina, who had ended the meeting, flashed to the side of the equestrian at some point, and Painhurs was shocked. "That gorgeous jewel that no one knows how useful is actually the decoration on this crown! I said why you have to buy this thing. How? What is the attribute after the setting is completed?"

"One more gem is more charming." Painhurs shrugged like a ghost and decided not to reveal the witchcraft crown. That appalling horror attribute. "If I can find nine stones in my lifetime, this crown might really be an artifact-level thing. How are you talking about it?"

"There are many people in that goblin trading kingdom, but the fighting power is really tough. Most of them are slaves. We still need more allies!" Christian said in disgust. "Garywix said where the two powerful clans are stationed, cut, the profiteer news is pretty clear, he went to find a group of evil and depraved ogre wizards. And we will go to win another one that can be built. The leader of the orc clan of siege equipment seems to be the beast Leonardo Wow Fincher. Damn it! Inside the grasslands are those with the most green skin and the most annoying!"

"You should feel lucky." Christian said grimly. "Knowing ourselves best is often the enemy, isn't it? We know the bottom line about those green-skinned monsters. It is not difficult to persuade them to join the alliance. War, killing, plundering, carnival, they just like this."

"Well, sister, use your graceful singing voice and personality charm to make those orcs obediently." The rouge chief said wearily. "Painhurs, I'll give you the second task, to go to the orcs with my sister. After all, the whole clan is the best at negotiating with you two."

"Yes." The pale white horse followed behind the bard and walked slowly into the distance. Magnus lay on his broad shoulders, sleeping soundly.

Near the camp, there are still goblin slaves of Gallivex. They are not greasy and slippery like goblin soldiers. On the contrary, he was thinner than the slaves of other clans.

Some slaves numbly looked at the huge half-man and half-horse monster in front of them, while some slaves fell to the ground in fright at the moment they heard the sound of horses' hoofs, shouting "kindness." They looked extremely funny.

"Why do some goblin slaves who belong to this fat pig have such a deep fear of us?" Painhurs asked suspiciously. It was just fine, and it is now, and I didn't mess with these goblins.

"Because they are members of the Barbarian Claw tribe." Christian laughed contemptuously. "The Fat Pig has a hand, selling to the Barbarian Claw clan a bunch of inferior counterfeit products, including, but not limited to, wolves that can't bite people, and one-time heavy crossbows. Wait until they are defeated, and then annex the badly damaged goblins. Clan. It's sinister and cunning, unscrupulous, but I like it."

"Oh." The pale white horse nodded gently. No wonder Man Claw grabbed a few gold beads inexplicably at the last moment and smashed them into his face. It turned out that he was also a victim.

Chapter 43: Red Angular Triple Speed

My name is the beast Leonardo Wow Fincher, years old, evil day orc. Wandering and looting on the Sarmatia steppe. He is the greatest war chief in the history of the evil flame clan! Like to train Skog, and invent and create all kinds of weird weapons. When the evil red sun rises from the east, start a day's work. It continued until the golden evil moon, slowly falling from the west. When I was sleepy, I would eat a snake bite orc, which was cultivated by a special spicy Sgug to refresh my mind.

What did the Golden Dragon from the Far East say? Why sleep for a long time before you die, you will sleep long after you die! However, the witch doctors in the clan said that sooner or later I would finish like this.

"Humph!" Thinking of this, the beast Onardo, standing in the bleak wind, wrapped his blood-colored fur coat tighter. He walked forward slowly with his thin, thin green body. His rough and terrifying green face was painted with a terrifying octagonal sun wheel with bright red dye. Fluffy and dirty gray beard, from the rough chin and temples, has been hanging down onto the cold ground. The dark and haggard eyes shone with a terrible light of cruel and cunning.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, a painter Skugger, wriggling his four twisted tentacles covered with mucus, happily crawled under his feet, using his red body that was like a fleshy ball, and lovingly rubbed against the calf of the beast Onardo.

Scrooge is to the orcs what the cows and sheep are to the herdsmen. They are the most precious possessions of the greenskins. These spherical monsters with two calves and mouths as big as their bodies are extremely strange life forms. They have super adaptability and are extremely diverse, some are as small and exquisite as lambs, and some are as huge and ferocious as ligers. Snake-biting orcs who are good at cultivating Scrooge have even bred a giant Titan whose size is comparable to that of a giant dragon.

The variants of Skug are almost endless, and Green Skin simply named their subspecies according to their purpose. The huge riding Skog, the fast-breeding edible Skog, the ferocious fighting Skog, the eagle-eyed Skog with assisted aiming... However, no matter how they change, all Skogs His body is like a meaty ball.

And under this kind of ball, there are four tentacles that look like an octopus. The scientific name is Pigment Skigg. He can spray water-resistant paint exactly like the body color, like an octopus. For the orcs, it is simply the supreme treasure! It is one of the important materials for orcs' foreign trade.

Even Augustus's own royal zoo has a brood of purple-colored paint Sgugger, which he uses to color his expensive robes.

"Puff!"

The beast Leonardo stretched out two huge palms, gently picked up his little red pet, pointed its mouth at a crude wooden barrel, and squeezed the big dark green hand fiercely, and the little thing sprayed instantly. A huge amount of bright and eye-catching blood-colored paint was released, filling the wooden barrel fully.

"Hey, go play." Chief Evil Flame took out a large piece of cold and hard meat steak and fed it to the sluggish paint Sgug after vomiting the paint. In a string of horrifying sounds that tore flesh and blood, he took out a simple brush made of wooden sticks and wolf tail from his arms, dipped it in the scarlet dye in the bucket, and slowly broke the seat in front of him. The tattered war machinery was painted with shocking blood.

Red is the color of speed and passion.

"Chief!" Just when the beast Onardo was immersed in art, suddenly, an orc with a white skull also painted on green skin rushed to the side of the Evil Flame Chief.

"What's the matter? It's like this?" Beast Onardo didn't look back, and continued to wave the wolf's hair brush. "Let me guess? There is a clan that is starving to death, wanting to snatch my Skug? Just hammer them to death! Don't bother me with such small things!"

"No, no," the orc hurriedly shook his big hands. "There are two people and horses outside, and a little red thing wants to see you!"

"Man and horse? Man and horse!" In the apricot yellow evil eyes of the beast, an endless spark of anger erupted. The most powerful and powerful monster clan on the Eurasian prairie has saved the orcs and horses. For thousands of years, the two have often clashed for fertile pastures. The swords of both were stained with the dripping blood of the other side.

"Go! I want to see what they want to do!"

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"Will the chief's method work?" The bard's dark and small palms tightly held a piece of material used to cast invisibility. Anxiously shaking his slender black horseshoe, a small hole was slowly dug out in the white snow.

"It's a big deal, just run away." Painhurs was still calm. Wielding a sharp Roman dagger, from a plump and tender cooked deer leg, strips of slender meat enough to fit into Magnus's little mouth were cut off, making the little one sitting on his shoulders. The devil feasted.

"Can't you grab a deer leg and chew on yourself? Do you have to cut it into small strips?" The pale white horse's fingers flew, and he did not forget to complain about his demon pet.

"It's too big, too heavy, and my arms are sore." Magnus said contentedly, tearing and chewing on the plump venison with two rows of jagged small fangs. "Don't be squeaky and crooked, isn't it just shredded meat? I helped you catch a drow girl alive! Believe me, their "technique" is even comparable to that of Demon!"

"Tsk." Painhurs felt distraught at the thought of Herniwell's glamorous purple eyes that contained tears. I don't know what to do. Her actions threatened the safety of the entire clan. But, on the other hand, she is her own teacher...

Just when the pale white horse was irritable. The beast Leonardo Wow Fincher finally appeared in front of the three of them, riding a two-legged dragon that was completely dyed red, surrounded by a crowd of Skug cavalry. He carried a black battle flag made of bearskin on his back. Red dye was used on it to paint a hot sun that burned and showed a wicked smile.

Painhurs was first stunned by the huge, brightly colored, and winged poison-tailed lizard. Then, with weird eyes, stared at the strange mounts of the orcs on both sides: on both sides of the huge red ball, there were two rows of extremely sharp bone knives. Running, it was enough to draw two scary arcs of blood in the unarmored cannon fodder group.

And on its back, two fronts and one back, a total of three huge bony bulges grew. Orc cavalry can use the back bone as a backrest, the two front bones as grippers, and both feet can step on the back of the bone knives on both sides of the riding Skug's body. A safe comparison.

"You half-man and half-horse stuff, why are you looking for me!" The beast Onardo riding on the red flying dragon, playing with the compound short bow in his hand, roared impatiently. The two-footed flying dragon, painted in scarlet color, opened its mouth dripping with fishy saliva, and let out a gloomy growl at the three of them that seemed to come from the abyss.

An ultra-small Skugger also uses its own slender tail and two hind legs that look like eagle claws to cling tightly to the bow. This type of assisted aiming Skugger only occupies the body. % Area of ​​huge eyes. The dark pupils in the shape of a crosshair stared at the fragile throat of the pale white horse.

"Listen! Most of the orcs only obey the strong! Your rhetoric has no effect on them. Penhurs, you must defeat the greenskins in the area they are best at! In order to win the respect of the orcs, let the greens Pi Xun wondered whether our plan was reliable!"

Painhurs recalled Christina's words of admonition, took a deep breath, and said loudly. "I heard that the chief of the Evil Flame clan is the fastest Evil Sun Orc nearby! No one can surpass it?! A joke! I, Painhurs, is faster than yours without a mount, even a pig The green skin that can't run is a hundred times faster!!!"

After hearing the provocative tone of the pale white horse, the entire Evil Flame clan was in an uproar. This guy, come to the chief to compete for speed?

On the side, the beast ridiculed as "Can't run a pig", on the side, was even more angry with Qiqiao. Command the two-footed flying dragon fifteen feet under the crotch to step forward a pair of thin forelegs with a huge wing membrane folded, and two burly and strong hind paws. Murderously rushed to Painhurs' eyes. The seven-foot-long tail of a poisonous scorpion swayed impatiently back and forth, faintly glowing with a frightening green poisonous light. People pets added together, a total of five brutal and tyrannical eyes, staring at the same huge white horse in front of them.

"That said, you want to compare the speed with me? The fastest nearby! The strongest evil sun orc, compete for speed?!" Beast Leonardo arrogantly looked at the pale white horse in front of him, and let out a terrifying roar.

Damn it! Wyvern stood up, his back was only four feet high. Only by riding on its back can I barely look at this tall man. However, the dark horse next to him is quite cute in a size that can be easily overlooked.

"That's right. I challenge you like you! The fastest and strongest Evil Flame Chief!" Pain Hess, who is quite confident of his speed, also showed an arrogant look. "The loser must unconditionally obey the wishes of the winner!"

"Good, good! If I win! I want you to peel off the mare! Then cut off your head!" Being despised by others in his proudest realm, the beast Onardo was originally calm and wise (orc Standard)'s mind has long been completely overwhelmed by endless anger. He did not hesitate to agree to the condition of the pale white horse.

Several orcs immediately used the soles of their feet to draw a crooked horizontal line on the snow. In addition, two huge monster skulls were placed at a position of about 1,600 feet offline.

"Count to three and start. After getting the skull, the person who ran back first wins! Any [means] is allowed on the way." Chief Evil Flame geared his hands. "Are you ready? Pale horse?"

"If I lose, you quickly leave invisible, I can run away." Under the eyes of everyone, Pain Hess used a communication technique. Speaking to Christian quietly. Then, Magnus, who ate and drank on his shoulders, was about to go for a big fight, and stood beside the two-legged dragon.

"Three! Two! One! Let's, WAAAGH!!!" countless green-skinned boys yelled up to the sky in unison, the thief-length trailing tail, the burly green body, also trembled slightly with the monstrous roar!

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by the command to run, the two-footed dragon issued a terrifying roar that congealed the blood. At the end, the slender scorpion tail painted in big red and long with poisonous spines, like a blood-colored python, stabbed fiercely. Painhurs' pale body!

fighting! Kill! cheat! play hard! There are no rules, it is the rules of the evil sun orcs!

Chapter forty-four: defeat the enemy

Pain Hess, who was about to start, was caught off guard by the two-footed dragon. Although he dodged subconsciously, he was still scratched by the cold scorpion tail. In the cold air, a bright red arc was splashed.

"Hahaha! You're done! Half-man and half-horse monster! After being contaminated by the toxins of the flying dragon, you can't run! What can you win against me!" Beast Onardo laughed up to the sky. The red flying dragon under his hips, moving his huge and bloated blood-colored body, has a terrifying speed that is not commensurate with his chubby body, and rushes forward. Countless groups of biting white snow flew all the way.

After about a few tens of feet, the speed of the two-footed dragon reached its peak. His burly hind legs slammed, and the whole dragon instantly rushed into the cold high altitude. A pair of huge fleshy wings that were twenty feet long also stretched out from the forelimbs quickly. It is like two huge fan fans, fanning up and down frantically. The huge air current blows the soft snow under the shadow of its wings and blows it all over the sky.

With the help of these huge wings coated with waterproof red paint, the red flying dragon flies clumsily above the dim sky at three times the speed of running. Beast Leonardo felt the cold and biting north wind, slashing across his cheek like a dagger, he couldn't help but laughed comfortably-wait, in the howling cold wind, it seemed that a series of terrifying like thunders sounded. The sound of horseshoe?

"Damn it! Fortunately, I bought this crown yesterday!" Like a silver storm, Painhus did his best to gallop on the white snow. The jade on the gold crown exudes bursts of soft cyan halo.

The green gem on the crown of witchcraft gave him immunity to poisons. The insidious trick of the two-footed flying dragon only broke a layer of skin on the pale white horse!

"There are no rules?" Painhurs gritted his teeth and took out the compound longbow behind him. While running fast, he aimed at the clumsy flying dragon in the sky and shot sharp flint arrows. However, the soft abdomen of that two-footed flying dragon, like the right claw of the dragon scale of the wild claw, has a layer of hard and fine scales. The flint feather arrows couldn't pierce at all.

"It's useless! If you want to shoot through the scales of this adult Yalong, at least you have to use metal arrows, or entangling magical power!" Magnus stared at the big lizard flying in the sky. "Unfortunately, the two-footed dragon is very resistant to cold, and the cold ray trick is useless. You low-level warlock, there is no way to defeat him remotely, now you can only rely on speed! After all, this is a race, not a contest! But don't run in front of it! If the big lizard swoops down, we two might die on the spot!"

"Understood." The pale white horse hung unhurriedly behind the beast Leonardo, thinking about countermeasures. After the opponent was painted red, they did fly faster. However, compared with his own terrifying speed, it was still a little bit worse. If you can't shoot through the scales, attack your eyes!

Thinking of this, Painhurs took out a reduced version of the archery target from his rucksack. Following the memory in the bloodline, he instinctively sang a mysterious spell. Suddenly, his dark and deep left eye burned with an extremely pure black flame. The red flying dragon in front of him, in his dark pupils like an abyss, quickly distorted and split a layer of faint phantom, so that on the dim and cold sky, there exist one front and one back, one emptiness and the other, two ends at the same time. A huge lizard that was dyed scarlet blood by the orcs all over his body!

One-ring spells · defeat the enemy's aircraft first.

"I saw it! All the actions of the red flying dragon in the next twelve seconds!" Painhurs shook his head, trying to adapt to the slightly fragmented real world before him. He immediately pulled the compound longbow in his hand into a terrifying full moon. Let a slender flint feather arrow cut through the cold sky like a meteor, cleverly avoiding the flapping wings of the two-footed dragon, and accurately pierced the monster's left eye!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

A group of scarlet and bloody flying dragons burst out of the left eye, and issued a series of painful wailing. Every piece of scale dyed in red on its whole body was distorted and trembling because of the severe pain. The huge wings in the twitching state also stopped their regular fanning, making his huge body that lost the support of the air flow like a red meteor, falling to the white snow under his feet.

The wyvern with two feet fell from a high altitude, presumably all his bones had to fall apart. I'm sure to win this game!

Painhurs, who had no worries anymore, put away the compound longbow and drove forward at full speed, getting closer, closer, closer!

"Roar!!!"

The expected heavy sound of falling to the ground did not sound. Behind him, on the contrary, there was a brutal and brutal bloodthirsty dragon roar? ! One person turned their heads and looked strangely-I saw that the two-headed flying dragon actually stopped twitching, and during the fall, swooped into an elegant and perfect blood-colored arc, and flew back to the high sky.

The most important thing is that the wound on his left eye was healed! ?

"Damn! This orc chief actually knows advanced healing spells? Is he a druid or a priest?" Painhurs was shocked. I was exposed to that Yalong's eyes!

However, the other party didn't seem to want to attack him. When flying at high speeds, it is difficult for the two-legged dragon to quickly complete a 180-degree turn or brake. With his huge size, he has no chance of "grabbing the skull" and other precision tasks.

Therefore, when the red flying dragon was one hundred feet away from the skull, it began to turn around ahead of time. At the same time, Beast Leonardo also took out a barbed bone arrow with a strong rope tied to the end of its tail. The Hawkeye Scroog on the compound shortbow cleverly tilted up the tip of his small tail, and gently swayed to the lower left corner, motioning Chief Evil Flame to press down on his head.

"Relax! I won't kill you! I still have to see you peel off your companions yourself!"

The beast Hona Doha laughed and let go of the tight bowstring that had drawn the full moon. That barbed feather arrow, with a long rope, was accurately nailed into the eye socket of the skull! The Greenskin Chief pulled the rope back, and the barb on the arrow tip happened to be stuck inside the skull. Accompanied by Wow Finch's rope, it quickly shrank on the dragon's back.

The pale white horse was numbed by the scalp of the cheating show of green skin, and the distance that finally led was turned into a bubble of nothingness in an instant. He knelt down on the snow, grabbed the skull in front of him, and then turned around desperately and ran! It's okay, it's only a hundred feet behind at most! Chase back!

"This man is not at the right speed! Could it be said that painted white will run faster?" Seeing Painhurs getting closer and closer to him, the extremely happy face of the beast Leonardo became serious. He unfastened the safety belt on the saddle and climbed on the dragon's back, carefully moving backwards, using aiming at Sgug, gently adjusting the sight of the compound shortbow, and shooting a white horse behind him. A sharp bone arrow.

"No way...Magnus! I have a plan!" In order to dodge the tricky feather arrows of the orc chief, Painhurs had to waste more time for running. The distance between the two sides is different. , And therefore become bigger and bigger.

"Shut off your vision first." The pale white horse took out the ultra-small archery target again. Accompanied by complicated spells, a black flame once again burned on his dark and deep left pupil. The white-haired orc chieftain instantly split into an illusory version that demonstrated the future of twelve seconds, reflected in his pupils burning with black flames. Well, he will hide behind the dragon!

As the pale white horse thought. The other party learned the lesson from last time, quickly recognized the prophecy magic he used, and then shrank the entire body to the top of the dragon's back, hiding it in a place where he couldn't see it.

However, at this moment, the other party can't see what he is doing.

Painhurs changed complex gestures and sang a complex and profound spell again. At the moment when the orc shrank his head, he completed this necromantic spell: five clouds of illusory blue smoke, like countless tiny terrifying baby pythons, gently wrapped around Magnus's limbs, and the slender poisonous tail. Above.

The short-term effect of defeating the enemy aircraft has disappeared, and the opponent will immediately re-probe to check the following situation. Magnus, who was entangled with negative energy, also understood that time was pressing, and quickly turned into an ultra-small baby rat with almost no weight. Climbing tightly on a slender arrow shaft. Let the pale white horse bend the bow and shoot the arrow, and shoot himself, who is entwined with negative energy, at the extremely fast double-headed dragon!

"boom!!!"

The sharp feather arrow hit the blood-colored flying dragon's abdomen heavily, failing to penetrate the blood-colored scales, but he also sent the little devil to the flying dragon, and Magnus's "bang" also showed its original shape, entangled. The sharp claws of negative energy firmly grasped the hard scales of the flying dragon with two feet, and the slender venomous tail entwined with the blue smoke, followed the wide gap of the scales and stung into the opponent's flesh and blood!

"Roar--"

Feeling that his vitality was fading fast, his flesh and blood was aging, his scales were loosening and shedding, the two-walked flying dragon immediately fell into panic and let out a terrified growl. For the second time in the air, he shook his hands clumsily, wanting to see who attacked him-this time, the beast Leonardo did not stay on the safe saddle! If he hadn't thrown away the compound shortbow and grasped the dragon's tail tightly, I am afraid he would have been thrown into meat sauce!

"Goodbye!"

Seeing the funny appearance of the beast Leonardo holding the dragon's tail tightly and nowhere to hide, Painhurs pulled the compound longbow in his hand into a terrifying full moon, and predicted the orc chief twelve seconds later for the third time. The future-why should I run back to the finish line out of breath? The dead can never win!

"You won! The pale white horse! I surrender! I surrender!!!" Looking at the terrifying black flame and the chilly flint arrow. Knowing the enemy's powerful Evil Flame Chief, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle! His face also became extremely pale. Between honor and life, he chose the latter without hesitation.

Chapter 45: The Four Clans Alliance

"So, you want my evil flame clan to join you in attacking the wood fortress of the shrimps?" The beast Leonardo opened a big mouth full of sharp fangs, biting one end of the food history. Above Guge's body. The four terrifying fangs protruding upwards instantly pierced the round red body of the little thing. The chief was splashed with blood.

After being pierced through his body by the slender fangs, the living edible Sgugger let out a high-pitched and sharp scream, and his two lower legs kept twitching and shaking like a goat.

"Yes. This is good for your clan. The severe cold in the north will slowly swallow everyone up. In this snowy field that can submerge the knees, the clan can't make long-distance migration." As defeated. The victor of the chief, Painhurs was respected by all the orcs of the Felflame clan. Together with Christian, sat on the green-skinned dining table and enjoyed breakfast.

Of course, the two men and horses did not dare to eat-the bowl full of fist-sized edible Sguggers, all alive! Pushing two calves in the tub, grinning at the diners who are countless times larger than them.

Damn it, are orcs all savages? You can eat it after it's cooked!

"However, there is a peninsula in the south surrounded by the sea on three sides! It is warm as spring and abundant in rain. There are thousands of miles of fertile fields and the mountains of livestock! As beautiful as a dreamland! As long as we destroy the Eastern Gothic fortress, that wonderland is ours! "Painhurs described the prosperity of Crimea vividly. "Moreover, I am the winner. You must obey me one condition."

"Cut!" The beast Onardo rubbed his upper and lower jaw fiercely, and two rows of sharp fangs immediately tore a large piece of bloody fat from the red ball.

While chewing on the tender and juicy Skug meat, he said vaguely. "I thought you were just starving and came here to beg for a stutter. I didn't expect it to be such a major event. Come on, is Xiami's fortress strong? Can't even you monsters break it?"

"Humans are very strong." Painhurs changed his gestures, causing mini houses to spring up from the dining table like bamboo shoots after a rain, forming a miniature Visemiris fortress. "Their wooden walls are covered with a thick layer of mud, so they are immune to fire. The walls are twenty-four feet high and nine feet wide. The only city gate can only allow four horses to pass side by side. The other side only needs one. A hundred people can build an indestructible terrorist defense line inside the city gate."

"In terms of strength, it is about 2,000 barbarian soldiers, there is a whole battalion, about 600 people in the Roman regular legion, oh, there is also an eight-man squad of mage, but there should be seven people left now." The white white Ma silently Crossed Herniwell from the power table. "The Bloodfury clan has a total of more than 800 tall and strong centaurs and soldiers. The merchant clan of Gallivex has two thousand goblins and countless cannon fodder slaves."

"Okay! I've done this business!!!" Beast Leonardo rolled his wicked and cunning eyes, and finally slapped the table fiercely, and shook dozens of Edible Skugs into the high sky.

"My Evil Flame clan, most of them are Evil Sun Orcs. There are five hundred Skug Hussars coming and going like wind, two hundred big orcs riding huge winter wolves. Oh, let's introduce, the average orcs The height is about six feet. However, the orcs who are constantly bathed in blood may become bigger and stronger! Once they are over eight feet tall, we call them big guys. Finally, there are twelve adult pairs. Foot Flying Dragon, and the corresponding rider."

"It's very strong, then, happy cooperation." Painhurs breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Friendly stretched out his right hand.

"WAAAGH——" The evil sun orc held Painhurs' big hand, and let out a savage, bloodthirsty roar from deep in his throat.

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Next day

Just when Painhurs brought the Felflame clan back into the clan, Gallivex also invited what he called an "ogre." This kind of human monster is six feet tall. The whole body was covered with dark green scales. A long emerald green dorsal fin runs along his spine from his forehead to the end of the slender and twisted snake tail. There is a thick web between the sharp claws. And above the hideous head of a reptile, a pair of cold and ruthless evil vertical pupils are carefully looking at the horses and orcs in front of them.

"You call this lizard-man an ogre? Could it be that the common language vocabulary you learned has some subtle error with the normal common language?" Looking at the dark green lizard walking upright in front of you, Christina Suspiciously, he looked in the direction of Gary Vickers.

"Ah! Don't mention it, there was a small mistake in that matter." Gary Vickers patted his head regretfully. The fat all over his body was shaking slightly.

"The ogre once established a prosperous barbaric kingdom in Dacia on the north bank of the Danube. It even threatened the territory of the Romans at one time.

But the good times didn't last long. In the Dacia War initiated by the legendary emperor Trajan, their cities, villages, and the 30th Urpius Legion were completely destroyed. The clansmen, who were also relegated to slaves and gladiators by Augustus, were shackled and escorted back to the empire, and for the corrupt and degraded upper classes, they added a bit of bloody fun after a meal. Only a very lucky few survived. "

"So, you want to tell the ogres that Urpius, the 30th Legion, appeared in the Vichymiris Fortress?" Christina said incredulously. "Let me guess, those burly, fat, and brainless behemoths, aside from anything else, rushed directly to the south. Now, I am afraid they have already been fighting with the Romans?"

"Yes, yes. Their eyes were red at the time, and they shouted one by one, "Blood debt! "Dragging the family and ran to the south, I couldn't stop it!" The Chief Bear Goblin of the Merchant Clan sighed deeply. "However, I found the lizardmen. They once ruled the coast of Crimea, but were driven out of their hometown by the Ostrogoths, and they have blood and blood feuds with our enemies. The enemy's enemy is a friend! So, he is willing to join. Our coalition forces."

"Humanity destroyed our homeland, and my noble people became refugees. However, humanity cannot destroy our will! Because the powerful God of Nature inspires the spirit of each of us! Let us be united in despair !" The lizard man, who was covered with dark green scales, made a sharp, hoarse roar, the golden vertical pupils were full of hatred anger.

"We lizard people are a fishing and hunting nation. They are good at building boats that can cross the Black Sea, land on the flanks of the fortress, and cover your battles! This layer of scales that I am proud of has defenses equal to those made by humans."

The lizard man proudly patted his dark green scales with his webbed claws. "However, when humans wear the scale armor and swim, they will sink directly to the unfathomable seabed. But the lizardmen are natural swimmers! We have a thousand people wearing leather armor, holding small shields, and throwing spears. soldier!"

"Welcome to join, powerful lizardman chief." Christina shook her head and motioned to take out her battle flag from left to right. It was a brown bear skin tied to a spear, with a blood-colored skull smeared on it. It symbolizes the miserable death caused by the anger that touches blood.

The three chiefs understood. The merchant clan of Gallivex carried out a black wolf skin. A golden triangle is painted on it, symbolizing a tall mountain range made up of endless gold.

The Evil Flame clan of the beast Onado is a piece of crimson Skuge leather. The Evil Sun orcs personally used the most vivid and dazzling bright red paint to paint the leather in a mess of flames.

And the lizardman chief: Hist. The Corrupt Scale Clan led by him played an exquisite flag painted with a dragon totem on the leather.

Under the witness of the flags of the four clans, two chubby goblins carried out a jug of Egyptian beer. The four chiefs cut open the little finger of their left hand with a knife and dripped blood into the wine jar.

The extremely eye-catching business goblins immediately poured the wine evenly into the four skull wine bottles. The four monster chiefs toasted and drank the wine in one go!

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Bloodfury Camp

When the monster chiefs swore an oath to form an alliance, and the monsters were all in the fun and the defense was extremely empty, an unremarkable brown man and horse quietly approached the corral where Heniwell was held.

The appearance of the drow was extremely miserable and haggard. In order to save trouble. The Centaur took out the rough saddle captured from the goblin, remodeled it at will, placed it on the back of a packhorse, and then spread the female warlock's legs and threw her on it.

The six leather leggings used to prevent the rider from falling were tightly tied to the slender and round legs of the drow, and they became a shackle that restrained her from moving. His dark and smooth hands were tied behind his back with a flexible bowstring, and his blushing and alluring lips were also tightly wrapped in animal skins.

Herneval's neck was slender and elegant like a swan, and it was wrapped in a steel cast collar. Two iron chains are connected to the front and rear ends of the saddle. As a result, she could not fall asleep on horseback.

"Tsk tusk." The humble man shook his head regretfully. Slowly released her gag. "Claura Petra's heirs have landed in such a field, pitiful."

"You, you guys don't want to know anything about the empire from my mouth!" Herniwell, who was extremely tired, said subconsciously. Wait, what did the other party just say? Clara Petra?

"Who are you?" The drow narrowed a pair of beautiful demon purple eyes. Why does this man know his origin?

The brown centaur glowed with a milky greasy light, and the strong muscles were constantly twisting and deforming. The human head split into nine pieces in an instant, and slowly transformed into the horror of the nine hydras covered with hard scales. Head!

Seeing the vision in front of her, Herniwell was stunned in shock. Before she could react, the nine huge snake heads disappeared in an instant. Turned into a pale and twisted bald head, muttering piously.

"For the emperor."

"Transfiguration...Alpharis!" Herniwell's eyes widened. "Why are you here?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Alpharis, the shapeshifter, regained his appearance as a man. "The monsters will be back soon! I will go back to the fortress now, tell the general that you are still alive, and let him organize rescue. But before that, you must tell me everything you know, hurry up!"