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Chapter 56: Sheep-driving Tactics

Rotten scale lizard people have lived in the coastal areas of Crimea for generations, leading a primitive fishing and hunting life. The soft webbed claws and dorsal fins allow them to swim at a speed comparable to that of fish. The coldly fangs and sharp claws can also shred the thick skin and fine scales of their prey. The sturdy and lightweight blue-gray scales on the body are as strong as iron armor, and it can resist the attacks of most predators.

However, this inherent strength has also become a heavy shackle that restricts their technological development. I don't need a fishing net and harpoon, and I can still live very comfortably, so why bother to invent and forge without claws? What about simple weapons that work?

The old and backward concept of the lizard people has been greatly impacted in recent years-the Eastern Goths, these barbarians from the north, are more difficult than all the races that the lizard people have seen. They are strong, cunning, and numerous. Iron axes, javelins, and weapons are complicated. The strongest group of soldiers is even equipped with steel armor that he can't shake at all!

The fangs and claws of the tribesmen, and the cone-shaped shells fished out of the sea, couldn't break the strong iron armor of the other party at all. But the giant iron axe forged by the enemy can split the hard scales that he is proud of, and chop his compatriots into a bloody broken corpse!

In just a few months, the prosperous primitive kingdom of the Lizardmen turned into excellent sea ports, filled with Gothic wooden ships.

And that scene is now reappearing in front of Chief Hister! Two hundred desperate warriors wearing full-body chain mail, steel helmets, and armed to the teeth, are like two hundred tireless killing machines, raising their iron tomahawks in their hands, and falling heavily, rushing all the way, just like two hundred tireless killing machines. In the land of no one, stepping on countless flesh and blood scaly corpses, the lizardman's scattered formation was torn in half!

"Roar!!!"

Chief Hist let out an angry roar, leading his druid priests, and greeted the Gothic barbarian frontally. The slender figure of the six lizardmen swelled instantly, becoming extremely burly and huge. Countless dense and thick brown hairs drilled into the gaps of dark green scales. The low, dumb, cold neighing of reptiles has also turned into the bloodthirsty, terrifying roar of the predatory behemoth!

The druids, who had turned into six brown bears, landed on the ground with four claws, stepped on the heavy steps that the other earth trembles, and slammed into the enemy! They erected their burly bodies as high as nine feet, shrouded the barbarian enemies under their terrifying beast shadows, brandished a pair of huge bear claws, and slapped the decisive warrior in front of them fiercely!

An iron helmet squashed by a bear's paw, wrapped in the broken and sunken head of the Gothic barbarian, traversed a scarlet arc in the air.

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"Gredinian belongs to the Eastern Goths!"

The militia group, brandishing a wooden shield and hand axe, followed the bloody passage torn out by the dying warrior and poured into the army of rotten scale lizards. Engwal, shouting the battle slogan feverishly, blocked the stabbing of two cone-shaped angle stones with a wooden shield, and slashed an axe on the neck of the scaly monster.

The shock force from the hard scales made Engwal's arm sore that he could hardly hold the iron axe in his hand. But the opponent's scales were also torn apart in one hit with his full strength, and the shocking red blood of the big beach was gushing out.

The Gothic barbarians panted and shook their sore wrists, preparing to continue killing the enemy. However, he was suddenly shoved and shoved on his back, almost standing unsteadily, and fell under the webbed claws of the lizardman.

"What a squeeze! If you want to kill the enemy like this, stand in front of me!" Engwal reluctantly stabilized his figure, hurriedly used a wooden shield to block the enemy's claws, and turned his head angrily.

"I didn't mean it!" The infantry behind him took another step forward, speaking innocently. "I was also pushed by someone behind, and I accidentally fell on your back-hell, this black lamp is blind, and I don't know what happened behind!"

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Back in time a few minutes ago

General Asana deployed the spearmen on the two wings. She does not expect these conscripted militias to create much feats. She only hopes that the wooden shield and short spears in their hands will cover the flanks of the main force, allowing the drastic fighters and the militia to charge forward without any scruples, and destroy the disgusting eggs. lizard.

The spearmen who were treated as cannon fodder also lazily raised the wooden shield in their hands, resisting the attack of the lizardmen, and stabbed the short spears in their hands forward from time to time, rubbing against the wet and solid gray scales of the opponent. A shallow white mark is drawn.

"The morale of these monsters is really terrible. Knowing that the defeat is set, they are still fighting in blood." A spearman standing in the middle of the team, responsible for lighting the torch, yawned tiredly. At this point on weekdays, I should be covered with straw. On the bedding of animal skins, enter a sweet dreamland······

Wait, what sounds are there from time to time in the east?

The spearman rubbed his ears, and turned his head to the left uncomfortably-in the dark night, the sound of intensive drumbeats slowly sounded, and it became more noisy and rapid. Like a series of muffled thunders, it exploded in the sky.

Suddenly, in the dark and cold sky, a series of grim and stern sounds rang out. Like hundreds of terrifying ghosts, screaming in the low clouds! At the same time, countless pale demons broke through the dark night and stabbed their compatriots fiercely, splashing shocking waves of blood!

With heavy armor and fearlessness, Pain Hess fired four rounds of bony dysprosium continuously against the distant sparks. With that horrible sound, he destroyed the fighting spirit of the enemy, and then pulled out his hands hanging on the side of the horse to fight. The axe, like a silver-gray thunder, smashed into the trembling bodies of the militiamen!

These one-ton, fast-moving behemoths smashed into countless conscripted spearmen in an instant, as if they were devastating, completely overwhelming the enemy's formation. The sharp giant axe set off a blood storm mixed with countless stumps and broken arms.

In the dark and dim night, the spearmen had no idea how many enemies there were! It was dark in front of me, and I couldn't see anything. The ears are full of terrifying screams, the wild roars of horses and horses, and the miserable cry of comrades-in-arms! This unknown flustered mood maximized their inner fear-in just one round of charge, the morale of two hundred soldiers was completely destroyed by the armored fearless!

Seeing the opponents fleeing in all directions, Painhurs was wearing heavy armor and fearless, and at a speed far surpassing the infantry, as if the Caucasian dog was driving the flock, driving the ruined army, letting them squeeze into the militia and mess up the enemy's A neat formation, squeezing the living space of the barbarians!

"Run! A bloodthirsty monster with a half-man and half-horse was killed in the east!"

"Move to the west! Giant! A giant wielding a large axe appeared in the east!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Endless green skins, like huge filthy and smelly waves! Sweeping the world!"

Panic is like a virus, growing and spreading crazily in the dark and terrible dark night, in order to find a reasonable explanation for the defeat and retreat, and to repair his broken self-esteem. The trembled army tremblingly spread the enemy more and more evil, causing a new round of panic. Many civic groups were shocked by the increasingly terrifying rumors, and their legs trembled.

When the information reached Asana's ears, this version had become "a group of white dragons, with the cold wind and heavy snow covering the sky, killed from the east"! ! !

Who do you lie to?

"Runaways, kill! Those who disturb the morale of the army, kill! Those who turn their backs on the enemy, kill!!!" The barbarian general roared and smashed the skull of a deserter, with a hundred heavy armored priests, formed in the decaying tide. The indestructible shield wall blocked the route of the defeated army. The pastors have no regard for the fellowship of the past. Wielding a heavy hard-headed hammer, he smashed the head of his fellow robe, killing hundreds of deserters in one breath, and barely restrained the momentum of fleeing.

Chapter 57: Blood Covers the Sun, Steel Spear Covers the Sky

"Retreat first." Looking at the chaotic tide formed by the collapsed army, and under the decisive slaughter of a group of heavy infantry, Pain Hess reluctantly retracted the sharp axe in his hand.

The lizardmen on the left wing slowed down to show their gratitude to the horses and horses. They waved the cone-shaped shells in their hands, chased and killed the deserters all the way to the west, forming a two-sided attack on the Eastern Goths.

"Why retreat? The leader of the heavy armored infantry should be the commander of these humans!" Caen, covered in blood, clenched the big axe in his hand. Looking at the barbarian priests in front of him, they spoke with contempt. "If you don't charge on the front line, it's fine to fight bloody battles. You still hide behind the battlefield as a reserve team? What a coward, go! Cut off his head!"

"Come back! Don't admire hand-to-hand combat." Painhes held Caen's shoulder helplessly, and pulled the brutal and bloodthirsty fearless leader back. "The number of opponents is more than a hundred times that of ours! Although the lower body of the horse gives us terrible speed and impact, it also makes everyone too large. In the melee, it is easy to be killed by the enemy. First use long-range weapons to weaken them, ammunition Exhausted, start charging again!"

"Cut, you are talking exactly like those of Kuronia's predators." Caen's mouth was upset, but he hung his two-handed giant axe on his side covered with brown hair and took out again. The compound longbow behind it, followed by the pale and terrifying figure of the pale white horse like a ghost, circled back to the north of the barbarians, shooting out a round of terrifying arrows that covered the sky and the sun!

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The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, and Asana was horrified to discover that the army of the Ostrogoths had actually fallen into a disadvantage in the coalition of lizardmen and centaurs.

In the east, the defeated army that had calmed down, under the cover of the lizardmen, became chaotic again. The originally neat frontline, ravaged by deserters and fangs and claws, seemed to have been gnawed by a dog, and became jagged and jagged.

In the south, the six lizardmen who are proficient in natural spellcasting turned into six giant brown bears who can cast druid spells. Under the desperate cover of dozens of lizard guards, they rely on their coarse hair and healing. Divine magic, abruptly resisted the terrible charge of the dying soldier, and plunged the war into a state of incomparable anxiety.

In the north, the heavy armored fearless people even shot a sharp cluster of arrows representing death, and hit the Gothic barbarians by surprise! Countless soldiers pierced by sharp arrows screamed and fell to the ground! The blood wet the fertile ground under their feet.

As for the West-there is a rough black sea with nowhere to escape!

"I knew it, and brought the archers deployed on the walls!" One hundred barbarian priests who believed in the god of punishment under the teachings of the Roman missionary Dundun, followed the appearance of their teachers and held up the wood. The iron-clad sturdy round shield forms a botched tortoise shell phalanx to defend against the flint and arrow rain of centaurs and horses. Numerous clusters of sharp arrows fell on her shield like raindrops, hitting the barbarian general's left wrist painfully.

Under the endless rain of arrows, Asana made the most correct choice: she took the heavy armored priests to the far north of the army, and covered a large number of light armored infantry who suffered heavy damage in the arrow rain. The dark night also weakened the vision of the horses to a certain extent, and they had to pour all their precious arrows on the iron armored wooden shields of the priests.

"The enemy came by crossing the sea and there is no logistical supply! After holding on for a while, their arrows will run out! Look, the arrow rain has sparsed out!" The barbarian general endured the soreness of his left arm, and reluctantly encouraged and maintained the priest. Morale. After another two or three minutes, the centaurs finally stopped shooting, and the horrifying and harsh sound of horseshoes, like drums and thunder, also sounded in the darkness again!

They ran out of arrows!

"The enemy is about to charge! Shield wall! Prepare to meet the enemy!" Asana put the shield high above her head and placed it on her chest, protecting her heart and throat, waving a hard-headed hammer with her right hand and breaking it. A densely packed flint arrow nailed to the surface of the skin shield. The square tortoise shell formation also quickly transformed into a strip-shaped shield wall. Stop the enemy's path. "Spearmen—no! Bring back the daring warriors! Take care of these men and horses first, and fight the scaly lizards!"

"Da da da!"

The horrible sound of horseshoes approached, and the barbarian priests swallowed nervously, grasped the hard-headed hammer in their hands, and silently prayed to the God of Punishment for all kinds of attack magic. Prepare to give those damn monsters a head-on blow!

[Power of the Bull], [Magic Weapon], [God's Grace]... a terrifying phantom of the bull, a sacred golden brilliance, and a ray of blue light symbolizing magical energy. The rush to emerge on the bodies and weapons of more than a hundred burly priests, makes this team of hundred people, like the golden sun rising slowly in the night, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.

And the most dazzling one is none other than Asana. Wearing a chain mail, a full and seductive curvaceous body, exuding the most sacred and solemn bright golden light and soft light, it makes the heroic barbarian generals more holy and beautiful.

Under the gorgeous and dazzling orange hair like the sunset, above the beautiful young face, a pair of beautiful apricot eyes exhale two golden rays!

The heavy-armored priests around, also swarming around her, brandishing hard-headed hammers and wooden shields like stars arching over the moon. Ready to fight!

"Da da da!!!"

I saw a series of tall, iron-gray figures, quickly emerging in the darkness, but these half-man, half-horse monsters, but not far from them, stopped the pace of the charge?

Wait, they are holding the heavy Roman javelin!

The Fearless Heavy Armor picked up all the javelins of the Lucius Squadron, and in the previous battle, captured the javelin throwing weapons of the javelin cavalry. Now, on everyone's horseback, at least ten thick steel forged Long javelin! They charge just to get closer, and they don't want to fight head-on with these priests who are entangled with troublesome magic arts!

"The woman who has been chattering and arguing endlessly is probably the leader of the enemy! Kill her first!" The man cannot understand Gothic, but which soldier can shout endlessly on the battlefield? The dazzling light that stood out from the crowd also exposed the fact that she was the leader.

"call out!!!"

Forty-four heavy javelins, which are as thin as a child's arm, draw a graceful and deadly parabolic curve in the night, and in the cold air, they send out a terrible scream like a banshee! The sharp steel spear tip instantly tore the priests' wooden shields and locks, penetrated their flesh and blood chests, and the huge impact force directly smashed them to the ground! Ruthlessly nailed to the blood-stained soil!

Groups of dazzling warm rays slowly extinguished with the death of the owner, and the sacred and majestic golden sun dimmed in an instant.

People and horses are born with weird powers, and these armors are fearless and are among the elite! In an instant, at least ten Roman steel spears shredded and pierced through Asana's body at the same time! The strange power attached to the heavy javelin smashed her back tens of feet in an instant! The golden light wrapped around the body also flickered and flickered twice like a candle in the wind, completely extinguished!

"Damn! They also have long-range weapons! Hurry up and use the piety shield! Reassemble into a tortoiseshell formation!"

"No! Charge forward! People are very close to us! You can fight!"

"The commander is down! Come to the rescue! She is so badly injured that I can't save it!"

Without Asana's command, the heavy armored priests suddenly formed a mess, and some retreated back to heal their generals. Some people stood in the same place and cast protection magic skills on themselves, while others wielded their hard-headed hammers entwined with magical brilliance, and slammed forward bravely! The neat shield wall is divided into five columns in an instant!

The Heavy Armor Fearless immediately retreated, and at the same time twisted his soft waist one hundred and eighty degrees behind him, and once again shot out a heavy steel javelin! The pastors who were chasing were shot into a bloody sieve and nailed to the ground fiercely. Then he turned back south and shot a horrible javelin at Ducuan on those priests wearing chain mail!

Under the leadership of Painhurs, the centaur brought the dominance of fire mechanics to its extreme. Five hundred steel forged javelins were all dumped on top of the heavy armored infantry in less than a minute! Like a plague of locusts, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, and like raindrops, the javelins were shooting densely, almost annihilating the Roman missionaries, and finally developing the barbarians!

"Life and death, prosperity and wealth, depends on this moment! Charge!!!" The javelin ran out, and Painhes immediately drew out his two-handed axe, and rushed in with the heavy armor that was already unable to bear the killing intent and was ready to move. Amidst the heavy-armored troops that were shot by javelins and beaten all over the body and scattered in formation, accompanied by the terrifying roar of the grassland nomads, there was a bloody storm mixed with countless stumps and pieces of meat!

The pale white horse learned the fighting mode of other people. With the impact, he split the priest's fragile wooden shield with an axe. Then, he lifted his upper body high, avoiding the sweep of the opponent's magical energy. His horseshoe, plus his horrible weight of one ton, slammed on the enemy's head!

Faced with such a terrible pressure, the cervical vertebrae of the Gothic barbarians made a fragmented crackling sound, breaking each and every one, their heads collapsed downwards, sinking deeply into their chest cavity! Scarlet and ferocious, hot blood splashed all over Painhurs's body.

That dazzling golden sun was completely annihilated in the darkness under the baptism of steel and blood!

Chapter 58: The Germination of Civilization

The victory of the battle came so suddenly. Facing the brutal and bloodthirsty figures of half-man and half-horse, the corpses of fellow corpses all over the field, and the bloody and bloody broken body of the commander being penetrated by countless javelins, these barbarians barely regained their morale under the blood-stained hammer of the priest. Crash again.

They screamed, wailed, cried, like an unstoppable tide, turning their heads and impacting the shaky front of the barbarians, and finally became the last straw to overwhelm the camel! Fear is madly infected and spread under the dark night. The militia group, who did not know the truth, thought that the frost giants and white dragons in the deserters' mouths really appeared in the north, and their legs were frightened, and they instantly lost all their fighting spirit!

And the only decisive soldier with high morale, when he was unwilling to kill his fellow robes, couldn't break through the disintegrating tide of chaos. Instead, he was caught in the crowd and was involuntarily squeezed into the distance.

Defeated like a mountain, using these words to describe the current situation couldn't be more appropriate.

The remaining twelve priests, after paying the lives of eight of their companions, barely managed to save Asana, who was on the verge of death, under the blood-stained hard hoofed axe and the healing magic that exudes warm golden light. After returning, the four pastors carried their leaders and joined the ranks of escape without hesitation!

"Let...Let me down! I can still fight!" Asana, who walked around on the edge of death, woke up, her delicate lips stained with blood, coughed out a shocking pool again The Yinhong waves.

"Under the enemy, Visimiris Fortress will fall! Gretinian, who has finally settled down, will fall into the flames of war again! Me, I must not let this happen again! Give me the weapon! The name of the god of punishment, I can continue to fight!"

"We can go back to the capital, assemble the army, and retake the fortress! But if you die here, everything is over!" The priest exhausted all the magic arts, barely healing the scary holes in the leader's body.

"But, however, once the Visimiris Fortress is broken, at least dozens of villages will be directly exposed to the monsters! Wheat fields, fish ponds, pastures, and the people... Everyone has worked hard in recent years. Everything will be vanished!" The seriously injured girl said painfully. The dim apricot eyes were filled with tears.

"Why is this happening! First, the frost giant, then the terrifying low-temperature white disaster, and then the goblin kingdom...the world is so big, is there no place for us?!"

"Wake up! Asana!" The priest yelled out the leader's name violently. "If the village is gone, you can build it again! If you are gone, you can regenerate! But if the strong soldiers are gone, who can protect the land and people you want to protect in the monster's minions?"

Looking at the silent general, the four priests carefully protected the seriously injured girl and fled westward in the chaotic crowd. The Gothic barbarians fled to the west coast under the attack of the south, east and north. Many people He took off his leather armor, threw away his weapon, and relied on his own water, like a dumpling, a fierce man plunged into the cold and dim Black Sea!

Under the desperate call of the priest and the desperate warrior, a small part of the army was finally defeated, barely regaining a little sense of reason. Embarrassedly bypassed the lizardmen's southern front, rushed to the place where the monsters landed, and snatched all kinds of ships anchored on the sea.

The fearlessness of the two chiefs who were responsible for protecting severely wounded chieftains was instantly frightened. They stood on the tall double-deck sailboat, desperately facing the Gothic barbarians who wanted to climb the ship, shooting sharp arrows to prevent them from climbing on the Romans. Big ship.

And the dead soldier, looking at the Roman hard wooden ship as tall as a city wall, and the two huge monsters above it, there was no time to spend with them. He rushed to grab a few small sailboats, brandished his two-handed axe, and chopped to death. Several of the fastest lizardmen, hurriedly sailing and paddling, withdrew to the largest port city in the southwest of Gretinian Peninsula, and also the capital of the Eastern Gothic Kingdom: Cesonisus.

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"Do you think these Romans are sick? The feel and destructive power of this javelin is definitely the best thing I have ever seen! But what happens if it breaks after one use?" Caen was exhausted and caught it. He picked up a heavy javelin that broke into two pieces in the middle, and said with full praise. "Take it back to Curonia and ask him if he can make a copy of it."

"Because the Romans were afraid that the enemy would pull out their carefully forged javelins from their shields or corpses to kill their own soldiers. Fortunately, the squadron was surrounded by us at close range, and there was not much opportunity to use the javelins. In the end, it was all cheaper. we."

Painhurs stood breathlessly on the battlefield full of corpses, barely retrieving three makeshift flint arrows and two Gothic iron javelins. "Why, feel the joy of remote attack?"

"No, long-range shooting is too boring, there is no joy of bloody fighting at all." The fearless leader shook his head. Speaking tiredly. "However, this tactic is indeed safe and efficient."

Painhurs smiled and panted, tore a clean white linen cloth from the priest's body, and wiped the blood from his face. Next, it's time to face the elite Roman army.

A battalion consists of six hundred-man squadrons. If the remaining five squadrons are as fierce as Lucius. Then all intimidation tactics will not work. More than half of the lizardmen were injured. The rest are wounded. The Druid priests of Hist even used up all their magic arts when they were confronted with the dying warriors.

Look at yourself again? After running out of ammunition, they experienced two consecutive battles. The heavy armored fearless men who drove for several kilometers at high intensity and circumvented to the enemy's flanks were all sweating and panting, and their condition was extremely poor. The only good news is that the fearless people's rage skills are still not used today.

His own spell slots have also consumed a lot. Today, three zero-ring tricks and three one-ring tricks can still be performed. There are still seven super magic fixed hairs left. Magnus, the treacherous little devil, absolutely did not dare to launch a sneak attack on the Roman army.

And the narrow gates can be blocked by a Roman centurion team. With this hand, you have to fight against a powerful enemy four times the size of Lucius. Don't panic, don't panic, Drew. The eagles of Yi and the Marauders can fly over the walls to reinforce themselves.

Just as Painhurs frowned, Chief Hist came over tiredly. On his shoulders covered with dark green scales, he carried a huge iron axe stained with blood from the Eastern Goths.

The lizardman behind him unexpectedly used his webbed claws to buckle the fingers of the Eastern Goths from the corpses in the mountains, and awkwardly grabbed a blood-stained iron axe.

The lizard man who stood on the corpse hill of the Gothic barbarian for the first time, recalled the enemy's fighting posture, and began to try to wield these terrible iron weapons.

"My friends, I have learned one thing in my short life: sharp claws and scales have limits. The more you practice claw strikes, the more you discover that this inherent weapon has limits. "The Corrupted Chief looked at his long webbed claws, then looked at the two-handed axe on his shoulders, and let out a heavy sigh.

"Look at the Eastern Goths' meshed iron armor that can't even be pierced by their fangs and claws, and look at their terrible weapons that can cut through the scales of the people! The Roman shields, spears, and your horses Bows and arrows, ding dysprosium, not to mention the terrible orc blasting garbage...every horrible weapon is impacting our Rotscale clan, relying only on the fangs and claws of the old three views. "

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Caen pulled out a fairly complete flint arrow from the corpse of the barbarian, and asked suspiciously.

"I don't need claws anymore! Friends! I want to change the bad habits of the lizard people from ancient times to the present! I let members of the clan learn how to use weapons! I want them to wear armor as strong as humans! Take them as sharp as humans Weapon! I want to change their concept and become as civilized and developed as your Bloodrage clan!!!"

"I wish the Fulin clan prosper and prosper under your leadership. Let's go, my friend, we have one last battle to fight." On the surface, Painhurs patted Hist's shoulder affectionately, but he was speechless. Shook his head and sighed.

Given the lizardmen's habit of fishing in the sea twice in these three days, these iron axes will not last long, and they all have to rust in the sea. As for stone weapons? I'm afraid they are not as good as their claws. Hist's reform is destined to be an extremely difficult and long process.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Court

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by a blazing fireball entwined with blue runes, it burst into a magnificent and beautiful burning cloud in the air. Thousands of dense flaming meteors, and two huge black shadows exuding a scent, rushed out of the rose-red clouds at the same time.

The heavy armor of the green-skinned heavy-duty man was finally destroyed by the Romans. The heavy armor that was piled up with more than ten centimeters of garbage was finally completely destroyed by the terrifying heat, which turned him into a giant coke of three meters high.

And the two-footed Wyvern under his crotch was also damaged by flames, acid, crossbow bolts, javelins... and there was not a single intact scale on his body. In the end, he died of a super magical fireball technique, dragging his bloated and huge broken body, and fell miserably to the ground from the cold and dark night sky. Raise a large piece of soft snow that can cover the sky.

The battle at the gate of the city gate is also in full swing. Hundreds of green skins and skugs, and the broken corpses pierced by spears and javelins, almost completely blocked the narrow corridors.

Then, there were hundreds of Skug Cavalry. Step on the blood that flooded your ankles and continue to charge forward! They trampled and grabbed the corpses of their compatriots in the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, and barely cleared a walkable path, Waaagh all the way to the Romans! Then, in the dense steel jungle composed of spears and spears, it was penetrated and torn into pieces of bloody broken corpses.

"WAAAGH!!!"

Seeing his fellow robes dying in the hands of these ridiculous pink-skinned shrimps, an angry heavy-duty big guy, driving his own two-footed flying dragon, tried to dive and smashed on top of these half-elves, clearing out the cavalry. The road of the city.

However, the red flying dragon had just shrunk its wings, and a total of three infantry squadrons staying behind, taking turns guarding the city gate, raised their steel spears high! The bards played and sang a fierce battle song full of magical power, which made the soldiers' eyes gazing at the sky more firm, and the right hand holding the spear stabilized.

Twenty-four priests, praying for the gifts of the gods, made more and more heavy javelins sparkle with azure blue magical energy or sacred golden light. Let the soldiers around you, under the coordinated order of the Centurion, shoot a round of heavy spears that can cover the sky and the sun!

Two hundred and forty iron-grey sharp spear tips, in the dark night, dragged countless dazzling blue and gold double-color light beams as gorgeous as silk satin, whistling tore through the cold air, and hitting the dragon head on. Above the bulky, huge head!

"Roar--"

The scales were crushed, the eyes were pierced, and even the tongue was pierced by a spear. In the dark night sky, it was struck by the dense rain of javelin, and it hit a shocking cloud of scarlet blood and dripping blood. , Like a torrential rain, poured on the soldiers' heads. Let the Roman Legion look like a bloody devil as hideous and terrible!

The huge monster let out a miserable wailing, fell down involuntarily, and fell straight to the exit of the tunnel. Instantly crushed the heavy armored big guy on his back and the three aggressive Skugger cavalry into a lump of bloody flesh, and by the way, with its huge body and hard dragon scales, it will lead to the city. The road is completely blocked!

This is already the fifth flying dragon killed by humans!

"Withdraw! Withdraw!!!!"

Leonardo the beast yelled distressedly. Five dragons died in battle, three dragons were seriously wounded, and the rest were wounded. After a battle, the proud air force of the Evil Flame clan suffered most of the casualties! The Centaur hurriedly healed the wounds of the surviving giant beasts-they reluctantly discovered that they could only take care of the wounded.

An hour ago, the druid had transformed into an eagle, gave himself a defensive magic technique, and he pretended to be ready to break through the Romans' defense. As a result, the old druid who rushed in the front was directly shot by a round of intensive shots. Crossbow arrow, shredded into a pile of bloody pieces that can't be put together!

"Finally... finally retreated!" A crossbowman with a sore wrist let out a long sigh of relief. After burning and destroying the ladder that the goblin climbed, the wizard almost ran out of his spell slots. More than a dozen hobgoblins trapped on the city wall fought bloody with their backs against the battlements. In the end, they were stabbed into a bloody sieve by the spears of heavy infantry, and kicked down the tall city wall.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity to breathe, hundreds of enthusiastic and young barbarian girls hurriedly carried a large number of javelins, crossbow arrows, and sweet fresh water, and rushed to the front bravely, replenishing weapons and physical strength for the bloody soldiers. Prepare for the next attack of the terrorist green tide.

"Everyone has worked hard! Hold on! Let us rely on this city wall to shine the blood of these monsters! Everything that happened today will be passed on through the mouth of the bard!" Quintuchus laughed up to the sky and inspired the soldiers. Morale.

"When we return to our hometown, my colleagues will be flushed with jealous eyes because of our magnificent military exploits! The beautiful elf girls will embrace your heroic deeds! Dear Augustus, I will reward you even more. Gold and silver that I have never had in my life! Long live the Legion of Urpius!!!"

"Long live the Legion of Urpius!!!"

The remaining soldiers drank the canteen handed over by the Goth girl, supported their tired body, and roared a terrible roar that was louder and harsher than the green skin. The wizards who had run out of spell slots also picked up a heavy-handed crossbow from the corpse of the same robe, and put on the crossbow string with difficulty!

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Alpharis, the shapeshifter, cannot maintain the monster form for too long. Had no choice but to find the corpse of an Eastern Goth and transform it into his appearance. The disorganized stream of people rushed to the seashore, and then, you huddled in the Daredevil Warrior and boarded the sailing boat going south.

Looking at the dejected Gothic barbarians around and the monsters slaying northward from the shore, Alpharis's blue eyes were like the sea, gleaming with fierce and uncertain rays of light.

Shapeshifters can only transform into small and medium-sized humanoids at will. He is not a high-level mage who has learned [Transforming All Things]. This ability to become a monster is just a profane deal that he made with a blue demon with twin snakes on his back, which has great limitations.

Even if the transformation is successful, Alpharis can only obtain the monster's special abilities. Such as Thor's stone monster's stone walking technique and rock skin. Snake lizard's breath attack and solid scales, strength, and speed are still as weak as his own milky white humanoid prototype.

"Om—"

Suddenly, the Transfiguration Assassin shook his whole body, and an extremely powerful arcane energy passed through the rough Black Sea, wrapped in a long and complicated Latin text, and instantly poured into his mind.

This is the message of the Imperial Pigeon Court! Alpharis shook his head unhappy. Trying to understand the Latin text wrapped in arcane. Those talented and loyal freaks, with the help of some ancient instruments and the spiritual connection between them, can expand the effective range of a zero-ring trick [communication] infinitely.

A member of the Pigeon Whispering Court can send messages to any place within one kilometer, two for two kilometers, three for four kilometers, four for eight kilometers, and five for 16 kilometers... ···If there are eleven pigeon whispering members hand in hand to cast spells, then this message can be transmitted to any person within a radius of 1,024 kilometers, in the brain of any person they know the coordinates!

For example, a metamorphosis assassin who was stuffed with a sacred beacon in the cerebral cortex by the universal patriarch.

And the news passed by Dove Whispering also made Alpharis take a breath!

"Cuckoo! The mind-severs who live in the bottom of the Arabian desert have walked out of their ghastly dark areas, commanding thousands of heartbreaking slaves, singing their blasphemous name, Sassanian Persia's new king of kings: Isi Ai I, guide a passage through the desert of death!

The endless Teflin army, and the green tide composed of countless blood axe orcs, are coming to one of the five dioceses of the empire: New Tusbrazhen (Jerusalem)! It has been possible to confirm the legendary totems of the four war chiefs, and the banner of the Longevity Army proud of the demons! All missionary and occupation plans for Gredinian have ceased! Don't worry about the insignificant barbarians! Everyone immediately withdrew to Constantinople! Join the legion and reinforce southward! especially you! The dagger of the dark side of the empire, Alpharis! Cuckoo! "

Chapter Sixty: The End of the Battle

"It's all up to this point, what do you say to make Lao Tzu retreat? I can even organize a charge to easily kill the fat dying bear goblin chief! Then step on the corpses of hundreds of greenskins and goblins, Retreat to the city calmly! Why are you telling me to retreat now?!"

Quintuchus, who also received a letter from the Dove Whisper, made a voice of incompetence and rage when the people who understood the Dove Whisper could not hear his own voice.

Just as the Roman general was in a rage, suddenly, there was a second arcane energy that was tyrannical to the extreme. Over Constantinople, it gathered into an invisible energy sphere, like a meteor, and instantly crossed the Black Sea. The rough, dark sea.

The huge energy steadily weakened and diminished during the flight. By the time it arrived at the Vichymiris Fortress, it was almost the same as the ordinary communication technique. This extremely special magical energy recognized the communication letter carried by Quintuchus. Mark. Gently rushed into his mind. Whispered a paragraph of Latin.

In order to maintain the stability of this kind of ultra-long-distance communication, the Dove must use special spells to stabilize the magic. To put it simply, at the beginning and end of the communication discourse, three pious grunts against the great ancient technology.

"Cuckoo! The thirtieth Ulpius Legion, the always healthy and loyal Commander of Nicholas Legion, let us take one more sentence: If you dare to say half a word in your mouth, the noble commander of Urpius, Just turn you into a "wow wow wow" barking murloc and raise it in your own bath. The cost of this additional communication is not borne by the empire, but is deducted from your military salary. Cuckoo."

"······I will grab the position of the captain from you sooner or later!!!" Quintuchus gritted his teeth in his heart. Taking the water bag from the warm and gentle barbarian girl, resting while thinking about how to retreat. As for the barbarians beside him? Without the upper-level orders and constraints, why should I care about their life and death.

"General! Look south!"

Suddenly, the whole body exclaimed, interrupting Quintuchus's contemplation. The Roman general swung his head to the left, and saw that inside the fortress, the wooden longhouses built by the Goths burned into the sky one after another! The fire continued to spread, and before long, it would be red for half of the sky. Countless old and weak women and children screamed, cried, wailed and ran towards the northern city wall!

"Force those people out and burn the house again! Let these old and weak women and children become a burden to the Romans!" Peinhes, who arrived at the fortress, did not initiate an immediate charge, but instead looted the Orthogoths with the Lizardmen. The long house, driving away the civilians of the barbarians. Trying to play a sheep-driving tactic. Disperse the Romans' unbreakable formation like a copper wall and an iron wall, and then launch a general attack.

However, you have to eat something first.

After the strenuous exercise, the hungry people, some opened the fragile wooden door, and squeezed into the barbarian longhouse. Amidst the terrified screams of the Gothic barbarians, they swallowed the leftovers on the dining table coldly, trying to recover the lost physical strength as quickly as possible. Some people simply broke into the corral and ended the lives of those animals with an axe. They grabbed the unhaired raw meat and stuffed it into their mouths. The hot blood dripped down their chain mail all the way onto the ground.

This can be regarded as one of the weaknesses of the sagittarius. After high-intensity consumption, high-intensity eating is also necessary.

The monster hardly needs to do extra work. With their huge half-human and half-horse figures, and the terrifying fangs of the lizardmen, the civilians who can scare them out come out!

Among them, the young and strong men all died in the southern battlefield, or fled to the capital with the desperate fighters. The rest are all vulnerable, old and weak women and children who can't even handle kitchen knives and sticks. They can only watch the monsters turn boxes and cabinets, find a lot of candles, lamp oil, and torches, and burn their hard-built homes!

"Hiss—" Looking at the burning sea of ​​flames in the south and the hundreds of panicked civilians swarming in, Quintuchus took a breath. How long has this passed! Asana was more than two thousand people, so she was defeated? Didn't it mean that the other party had more than forty centaur and less than a thousand lizardmen? The Eastern Gothic Wu De worrisome.

If it is said that he was forced to retreat before being helpless, then, now Quintuchus really wants to leave!

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"Soldiers! Listen to me! The latest news is coming from the Pigeon Court! Sasanian Persian has launched a new round of offensive against the Empire! The Empire has abandoned all activities on Gredinian Peninsula! All retreat! We return to you Constantinople! Ready to fight against the demons!!!" The Roman general gritted his teeth and quickly shouted out the imperial command he had just heard in Latin.

"Retreat? Where are we to retreat?" a crossbowman asked in surprise.

"South! Didn't the druid say that the monster landed from the southern coastline? We killed along the coastline! Retake the ship!" Quintuchus took the remaining five mages and more than fifty crossbowmen. , Quickly walked down the city wall.

"But, there are thousands of women and children here! Do you want to abandon them?" Another tired battle mage, from the barbarian girl's warm and soft arms, straightened up his thin body, showing a shocked look. In the same Latin, it is incredibly said.

"Damn, less than a week after we came, you found yourself a concubine!" Quintuchus glanced at them in disgust. "Do you want my brothers to use their lives to protect the barbarian women you just look for? Impossible! Your kid either abandon her and follow us quickly, or stay here alone and be swallowed by monsters with this girl! Everyone! Take advantage of the fact that the fire is not strong, immediately retreat to the south! Quick! Quick! Quick!!!"

"What happened?" The barbarian girl who didn't know the truth, looked at the roman general's violent expression, tightly clasped the wizard's left arm in fear, and asked cautiously in common language.

"Be at ease, I will protect you." Feeling the wonderful touch from the arm, staring at the young and beautiful face of his lover, recalling the wonderful time the two had spent... the brain of the mage, Instantly occupied by hormones. Under Quintuchus's contemptuous gaze, he stood stubbornly and gently stroked his partner's golden hair. Seeing his commander and colleagues, they retreated to the south in a uniform manner!

"WAAAGH!!!"

Just when the two were in love, the terrifying battle cry of green skin came from the north again! The savage roar rose from wave to wave. The half-elf mage shook his long pointed ears-the ferocious roar was mixed with the whistling wind caused by the flapping of the fleshy wings!

The green-skinned orcs are about to launch the twelfth attack!

The endless cold sweat instantly wetted the wizard's clothes. He felt his empty spell slot, looked at the monster corpses piled up like a mountain in the tunnel, and then looked at the comrades farther and farther away from him. An invisible huge fear instantly crushed everything!

"Dear... dear, unworthy lizardmen, came from the south. General Quintuchus assembled all his forces and decided to defeat the lizardmen first! Come back and start a decisive battle with Greenskin!" The half-elf managed to squeeze a smile. Speaking tremblingly in common language. "I...I, I want to fight too! Protect yourself! I'll be back soon! I swear!"

"Yeah, good." The barbarian girl smiled, revealing two sweet dimples, her tiptoes and her red lips lightly touched the mage's lips. "I'll wait for you to come back."

"I..." Listening to the orcs' roars of fierce fighting, and looking at the beloved face of his lover, the mage's breathing became more and more turbulent, and the delicate face was covered with sweat. His desperate heart was shaken and struggling for a moment, and then disappeared into the roar of the overwhelming green skin! ! !

The half-elf bit his lip, his handsome face instantly regained his indifferent appearance, bent down, kissed the girl's lips gently, turned back firmly, and ran south at the fastest speed in his life! At the same time shout loudly in Latin!

"Wait for me! General Quintuchus!!!"

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Painhurs and Hist, no one expected the Romans to concentrate all their forces and directly abandon the city and flee. I was caught off guard for a while, the stubby bolts and heavy javelins, like a heavy rain of death that covered the sky, whizzed across the cold night sky and covered their heads!

About five hundred Legionnaires wearing heavy chain mail and scarlet cloaks, like a terrifying wave of scarlet blood, scouring the tall bodies of the monsters, as if they were rotten, drowning and killing a group of scattered groups. The monster soldiers rushed out of the burning town and assembled into a round tortoise shell formation. Warriors and priests were in the outer ring, crossbowmen and wizards in the inner ring, along the coastline, and they retreated to the south in an orderly manner!

"Abandon the ship! Run with the chief! The farther you go, the better!"

Painhurs was blemished. Hastily used [Communications] to notify the soldiers on board. With iron armor and fearless, trying to delay the speed of the Roman legion!

This is definitely the most frustrated battle in the history of the white horse. The range of the Roman heavy crossbow is not lost to their own compound longbow. However, their tortoise shell formation can bounce off their few flint arrows. The opponent's crossbowman stocks a large amount of ammunition, and continuously shoots out a series of horrible arrows that can penetrate through the chain armor!

A heavily armored and fearless man who was shot by a crossbow arrow, roared at the name of the god of nature and community, waved the giant axe in his hand, tried to attack the Roman tortoise formation, but he had not rushed to the tip of the enemy's gun. In front of him, dozens of javelins were shot into a bloody hedgehog!

"retreat!"

With two or three crossbow arrows pierced through his waist and arms, Painhes, who was quite embarrassed, watched the heavy armor and fearlessly moved the chief out of the double-deck dinghy, and after evacuating to the distance, he stopped chasing the Romans not so much as a defeat and retreat. It's more like the main battalion of the Legion on a steady attack. They watched as they snatched a sailor, slave, and a clean galley that had all been killed, and slowly sailed to the west.

Forget it, forget it, the shortcomings don't hide the good, a little setback can't hide the fact of victory!

"The Romans are defeated! Cheers! Brothers! Victory belongs to the Bloodfury clan!!!" Pain Hess angrily pulled out the crossbow that pierced his left shoulder, and roared to the sky. "Go! Bring in all the people outside the city wall! The water and plants are abundant, and the promised land of Mishan with livestock is waiting for our visit!"