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Chapter 61: The Acting Chief

Blood, killing, plunder, madness.

Endlessly killed the red-eyed monsters, and quickly extinguished the fire that had not been burning for a long time. Inside the Vichymiris fortress, they were dancing with excitement.

The orcs are searching for all kinds of trophies in the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain. A heavy-fitting big guy pulled out a short fortune stick from his waist, his thick left hand fingers gently lifted a cold and stiff pale lips, his right hand waved the fortune stick, and smashed it down. Immediately smashed four or five bloody front teeth from the gums of the cold corpse.

Although the orcs trade with foreign races, they usually barter. However, there is still a stable currency within the green-skinned group—the teeth. No matter what kind of biological teeth, the bigger the better, the sharper, whiter, and flawless teeth, the more valuable!

The teeth of Fenpi Xiami are not as big, expensive, and inferior, although they are not as big as the fangs of the green-skinned kids. But the accumulation of more steel is also a huge sum of money! What's more, there are other good things in them. For example, the leather armor on the body, the ironware on the hand, and the fancy, seemingly unclear wood carving amulet.

A green-skinned kid even took off five Roman iron helmets and put them all on his head. The five iron helmets overlapped each other with a shaky and funny appearance, making the nearby green-skin laugh.

Gary Vickers lay inside his chariot pulled by six-headed huskies, leading his merchant clan, and arrogantly rushed into the city. Thousands of residents were caught between two groups of monsters, and there was no way to go to the sky and no way to go to the ground. One by one curled up on the ground and shivered. Shout "kindness." in common language.

At the same time, they have both brutal and cowardly personalities. They are very weak goblins who like to torture the weak. They waved the ropes in their hands, and young and healthy humans were all caught up as slaves. Well, the vampires entrenched in Transylvania are in desperate need of slaves and are close to them, so you can consider selling them by hand.

As for the rest of the old, weak and sick, thrown at the cannon fodder soldiers at the bottom of the clan, let them also vent their killing intent and anger.

Accompanied by the sound of a horse's hoof like a drum, Christian also brought ethnic groups, livestock, and Pain Hess together. They found an Eastern Gothic wooden cart, covered it with four or five layers of thick sheepskin, and carefully placed the sleeping Christina in it.

In this crazy feast of writing and sharing the spoils, read as looting, the people focused on plundering human livestock. Obtained more than 20,000 cattle and sheep, and hundreds of thin workhorses. A predator happened to break into the smithy of the Gothic barbarian and hurriedly asked the animal companion to notify Curonia.

After hearing the news, the predator leader's eyes lit up and immediately led people around the blacksmith shop to prevent any monster allies from entering. Like a violent wind, the leaves are rolled, and hundreds of primitive iron ingots, spearheads and arrow cluster molds are rolled into empty space!

The Bloodfury clan lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of pack beasts specially used for transportation, and the load-carrying capacity of humans and horses is several times that of humans!

As for the lizard people, these backward aboriginal creatures, they grab everything and everything. He maintained an extremely strong curiosity about everything about his old enemy. Many humanoid creatures with scales were amazed with the Eastern Gothic eating utensils, farming tools, and tsk.

Chief Hist took his group of druid priests, turned around and returned to the battlefield by the sea, awkwardly brandishing the iron axe that had just been captured, and chopped off all the heads of the Gothic barbarian corpses. While praying to their gods in terrifying dragon language, he threw hundreds of heads into the rough Black Sea.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a deep blue light, piercing through the thick clouds, shining on the priests, making them more business-rich and natural.

There is really a god in this world. Payinghurs looked at the savage and primitive Lizardmen, but the bloody sacrifice was indeed effective, and he was stunned.

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Following the monster carnival, after plundering for a few hours, the pale white horse, covered in blood, sat on the ground tiredly. Every time he kills a life, every time he casts a spell, he gets stronger. Can also explore the deeper arcane secrets in the bloodline.

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At the end of the battle against the Romans, there was another arcane, like the blue flames of the cold touch, which automatically exploded outside of his body. Turned into a layer of invisible armor, covering his huge body, blocking the deadly crossbow arrows of the Roman Legion, so that he did not die under the enemy's arrow rain.

His pale coat was too conspicuous in the dark, and the opponent set fire to him.

"This arcane art hasn't dissipated until now, it's really a powerful force." Feeling the invisible armor around his body, Painhes waved his Roman dagger in admiration and slashed the fingers of his left hand gently-but, the sharp blade, It seemed to hit an invisible wall and stopped in the air, unable to move forward a bit!

"You are here, come here! Everyone is looking for you in a hurry!"

Suddenly, a beautiful and clear voice, like a nightingale, came into Painhurs' ears, awakening the warlock who was intoxicated in arcane arts. The white horse looked back and saw that a petite and lovely black mare, shaking its soft waist, and a pair of full and attractive brown mountains, hurriedly ran to him.

"What's the matter? Christian." Painhurs straightened his body wearily, looking down at the black-skinned bard, and asked puzzledly.

"The Chieftain's injury needs to be raised for at least one month. The Bloodfury clan needs a new acting chief at this moment." The bard raised his exquisite face full of exotic customs, and a pair of blood-colored eyes that were as beautiful as her sister flashed. Crazy light of excitement and anxiety. "The remaining leaders and bosses gathered together to prepare for the election... Please! Please vote for me!"

"Okay, no problem." Painhurs pondered for a moment, and without hesitation he agreed to the black mare's request. The old druid died heroically, and Charney also died under Alpharis's dagger. Then the remaining bosses, aren't they the greedy predator leader Kuronia, and Caen and Luga, the two reckless men? Christians are all more suitable for this position.

"Wait, I am a chief guard, why should I vote?"

The white horse raised his eyebrows and suddenly found something wrong.

"Because your magnificent military exploits have been recognized by the people." After getting Painhuis's promise, Christian sighed for a long time. In the beautiful red eyes like a ruby, there was less anxiety, but more It's a three-pointer of palpitating madness.

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The two of them shuttled in the mighty sea of ​​green skin, stepping on blood corpses everywhere, and slowly approached a strong house made of stones, dirt, and piles. This should be the house of the leader of the Ostrogoths, the hall is surprisingly tall, and can even accommodate five tall and burly horses.

"Painhurs! Christian! You are all back!" The scarred Caen showed a tired smile. "Hurry up, everyone can only vote. Everyone is almost plundered. After the election, leave here immediately-those orcs and goblins have begun to fight for the spoils and have a small-scale conflict."

"Under the gaze of the god of nature and community, I! The eldest daughter of the former chief Anna: Christian. Apply to become the acting chief!" Caen's voice did not fall. The petite and weak Christian stood up excitedly, and said proudly in front of a crowd of tall people. "In terms of strength, I am a powerful spellcaster. In terms of bloodliness, I am more noble than all of you here. What's more, of the five people present, only I am a female! I am more qualified to serve as the acting chief of the Bloodfury clan!"

"A terrible white disaster, a ferocious foreign enemy, will not take your life without plundering your property because you are a female! Tiny dwarf!"

The three stallions living in the matrilineal society all showed disdain. Among them, Luga was the most direct, laughing out loud and ridiculing loudly! "If you weren't for Anna's eldest daughter, Christina's sister, you wouldn't have survived now! All your backers are gone! Dwarf!"

"Shut up! Let's just say a few words that nobody treats you as a dumb." Kuronia reluctantly covered Luga's mouth, but under the black feather cloak, the icy face of the shameless bird looked towards this reckless man. His words showed an expression of approval. "Well, under Skerrit's fair gaze, agree to Christian's raising hand as the acting chief."

In the hall, a big pale hand with a target bracelet, and a dark arm trembling slightly because of anger and grievance were raised.

Painhurs looked at the situation in front of him in surprise. I did feel the prejudice against dwarfs of the blood-nurs. But unexpectedly, this kind of discrimination is so terrible!

"Christian has two votes." Caen gleefully coughed twice. Raise your hands high to attract your attention.

"Listen to me. When Chief Christina landed, she was assassinated by a sinister villain! At that time, the human army rushed into a chaotic and fearless force like an overwhelming wave of world extinction! At that time, Without the help of Chani and the command of the chief, even I cannot reintegrate the most elite fearless force of the clan!

At that time, nearly half of the people even tried to escape. At the critical juncture, Painhurs turned the tide and reintegrated everyone together! And relying on an excellent strategy, defeated the Gothic barbarians! I Caen admire him! Willing to make him the acting chief! "

"Yes," Kuronia stretched out a slender arm full of muscles from the black feather cloak. "Among you, he is the only one who has defeated the chiefs of other clans! And twice! Barbarian Claw! Beast Leonardo! They are all defeated by him! In this extreme situation, I think pure The power of the people is more convincing than the so-called descent of some people."

"Three votes in favor." Luga shrugged and raised his arm. Although both of them seem to be annoying to him, the tall and handsome white horse is always a little more pleasing to the eye than the thin dwarf.

Three to two, Painhurs won.

"It's not... I'm here for the first time, and I am not familiar with the internal situation of the clan! And I am still a young recruit! How do you think it is more suitable for this position to be Christian!" Painhes stared at the three with a stunned look. The arms raised high, said in amazement.

"A few hours ago, when you ordered the heavy armor to obey your will and fight bravely, it was quite awe-inspiring, acting chief." Caen said amusedly. "Where did your aura go?"

"That's a special case!"

"Okay, okay, don't be humble. Under Skerrit's fair gaze, everyone has unanimously decided that you will act as the chief within a month." Kuroniayin smiled and patted the pale white horse. shoulder. "Just do it until the chief recovers, don't have so much psychological pressure."

Chapter 62: Sisters of Blood Fury

Every dark and soft coat on Christian's body was trembling slightly with anger and grievance. Not long ago, the bright eyes burning with excitement sparks, like a pot of cold water, instantly extinguished and dimmed, like two burning moist campfires, filled with tears. The exquisite and beautiful face is full of the boundless despair after the broken dream.

The bard stubbornly turned back, pushed open the wooden door fiercely, and disappeared into the night without saying a word.

Seeing the indifferent and casual expressions of the three centaurs, Painhurs frowned worriedly, and had to rush out of the stone house alone. However, surrounded by chaotic crowds, Christian has no idea where he has disappeared.

"Magnus! Flew into the air to see where the bard went!"

"If you get a little bit of discrimination, it's like this? Then he comes to Barto Nine Prison, and he must not commit suicide." The little devil curled up lazily on the shoulders of the pale white horse, a pair of huge bat wings, like two soft bedding, gently Covered on his bloody body.

"Also, look at the East." The little devil waved his barbed long tail, pointed to the white horizon, and yawned tiredly. "I fought all night, and now I am very tired and want to sleep."

"Stop talking nonsense! You've been fishing and paddling since landing! She didn't run too far! Rest as you please when you find it!" Painhurs said anxiously. "Christian's character has always been distorted, I'm afraid something will happen. I didn't joke with you this time!"

"Okay, okay." Feeling the other's anxious mood, Magnus yawned, flapping his blood-colored fleshy wings, and flew into the cold sky.

"I saw it! The black little pony ran towards the northern city wall!"

"Good job!" Hearing the report from the little devil, the white white horse immediately pushed aside the bustling green tide, and amidst complaints and curses, it turned into a biting pale storm and moved upstream. Before long, he rushed to Christian, beside the stubborn and lonely black figure.

"What are you doing, Acting, Li, Chief, Chief?" Hearing the sound of horseshoes behind him, Christian turned his frosty delicate face and said calmly without a trace of emotion. As cold and distant as she called her twin sister [Chief].

"I still want to ask you, why are you going north, do you want to return to that cold and terrifying death place?" Painhurs grabbed the dark and smooth wrist of the bard. She frowned uncomfortably.

"Don't worry about it! From today, I am no longer a member of the Bloodfury clan!" The frosty Christian tried to break free from the big hand of the white horse, but ended in failure. "I've had enough of this kind of life. I, Christian, just froze to death, died outside, was pecked by vulture hunting dogs, and didn't want to see their faces!"

"Luga has always been unabashed, and there is no need to be angry with that idiot."

"Luga? Don't tell me you can't see it! The whole clan discriminates against me overtly and secretly! Just because I am a damn dwarf!

Since I was born, I have worked harder than anyone else! I read and read like crazy, bent my bow and shoot arrows. There is no time to play and play with my peers, because I am the eldest daughter of the chief! Those who are destined to inherit the position of chief of the Bloodfury clan! All the people around me are watching me eagerly, and my mother has high expectations for me, and I don't want to live up to their expectations and study hard. "

Christian seemed to be poked into the sore spot, choked with pain and screamed.

"But, what's the result? My body is like being cursed by the devil, and I will always stay in this small and weak pitiful state! The people around me regard me as a different kind, and everyone's respectful eyes have all turned into disgust and contempt! If I were not the chief's. My daughter, it is very likely to be directly abandoned in the vast sea of ​​grass! Those adults who have been watching me eagerly, one by one, re-cast their eyes on my sister!

So did my mother. Ever since I found out that I was a dwarf, she had ridiculed me, and regardless, all her thoughts were placed on Christina! They laughed and trampled on all my efforts! And this, just because I am such a damn dwarf! As early as a few years ago, there was no place for me in the clan.

By the way, you saw what they did and did today. That damn war leader even lifted you out as a shield, blocking my path to becoming a chief. The seat of the chief should have been from the beginning. mine! mine! ! ! "

"But Christina has never discriminated against you! She kept telling me how excellent and powerful her sister is! How much she admires you!" Looking at the panting bard after her vent, The pale white horse, who was not very comforting, racked his brains to think of ways to persuade the other person to come back.

"Privately, the chief was even more frustrated and told me: It's been a long time since my sister called herself [sister] as she did when she was a child. You want Christina, who is seriously injured, to wake up and find her favorite Has my sister disappeared?!"

Christian struggled a little less, and his head dazzled by anger and humiliation gradually calmed down.

If there is something that supports her to the present, it is that she has a very close relationship with her, even if she is jealous, hated, and will hold her intimate and act like a baby, and do her best to try to mend the rift between the two. Twin sisters.

Even if those cracks were not caused by her.

"I, Painhurs has never discriminated against you, don't be impulsive, Christian, the Bloodfury clan is your place."

"Ha! I didn't expect that the only outsider who wouldn't discriminate against me because of a dwarf was actually a wild horse who lived outside the clan since I was a child and has not experienced education!"

Christian was silent for a while, and she looked up to the sky and laughed sarcastically. Finally, she couldn't help the crystal tears, gently lying in Painhurs' arms, as if she wanted to vent all the pressure and grievances accumulated over the years. On the other's generous chest.

Chapter 63: Looting, killing, enslaving, conquering.

Julian calendar year 399, ninth month, first day (month 1)

Gredinian Peninsula

The gentle, warm and moist sea breeze slowly brushed across a vast expanse of plump pasture. Let the green grass sea that can't see the end, lower his emerald green slender waist slightly, revealing the endless white sheep like a vast galaxy. The magnificent and magnificent bright sunrise slowly climbed up the cloudless blue sky dome, spreading a large expanse of comfortable and pleasant golden sunlight for Gretinian Peninsula, shining the endless grassland into a splendid golden appearance.

Under the shining sun, the Ostrogoths began a new day of work. Some people carefully nurture the winter wheat that has just sprouted and is growing vigorously. Some people graze densely dense and gentle sheep like clouds all over the mountains and plains. Some people bring their fishing nets and harpoons, and take a boat to go offshore fishing, a beautiful and prosperous look.

However, under this illusory prosperity, there is a deep bane of decline hidden: this group of hard-working barbarians does not have a healthy adult man. All the work falls on a group of young and healthy girls, and aging, young, and even disabled men.

The perennial military militants have allowed the Ostrogoths to lay down an entire Gredinian Peninsula, but they lacked enough manpower to defend this fertile land that had long been covered by corpses and blood.

"Snapped!"

Ankard was riding on a thin workhorse, and with his left arm, he pulled out the flexible leather whip wrapped around his waist, and skillfully threw a loud whip, which scared the two sheep that deviated from the team. Back to the dense flock of sheep like a cloud.

"Damn, the little king called all the good horses away, so I had to ride this inferior horse to herd the sheep." The one-armed man complained cursingly. "Hmph, this old guy has to take a breath after running a few steps. It seems that I will be able to eat horse meat soon."

"Okay, don't complain." Another healthy and beautiful girl, under the ewe's wary gaze, gently stroked a cute and clingy newborn lamb. "I don't know what happened recently. The king frantically mobilized his troops. In just three days, there have been two waves of cavalry in our village to get supplies. I don't know what happened."

"What can be the matter? The northern Visimiris fortress is impregnable. All the monsters in the peninsula have been slaughtered, and there is a small group of green-skinned orcs left to kill in the Kerch Mountains to the southeast. It's safe." Ankard shook his head, drove the steed under his hips, and walked in the grass that was enough to cover his waist.

Suddenly, the clear and loud sound of horseshoes, like endless drums, sounded from the north. The Goths in charge of the shepherd heard about the reputation, and saw the north, vaguely hundreds of cavalry wearing Gothic horned helmets, flying a golden flag with a blue background that symbolizes the Eastern Gothic kingdom, galloping fast enough Among the lush pastures that flooded his waist, he quickly approached himself.

"Didn't the king's cavalry just set out to the north? Why are they here again?"

The girl held the small and exquisite lamb and straightened up in confusion. The leading cavalry has a silver shoulder-length hair, and the strands of silky hair, accompanied by his galloping figure, are like thousands of white snakes with teeth and claws, fluttering freely in the wind.

This man did not wear a Gothic-style iron-cast horn helmet, but instead wore a gorgeous golden crown, the ingenious golden crown, which contrasted with his pale and supple shawl and long hair, and set off his ugly face, making him more beautiful. Eye-catching.

"Something's wrong! Isn't that the old king's crown?! I remember this thing was taken away by the hobgoblin!" A veteran frowned uncomfortably. Those blue-bottomed golden crown flags...seems to be stained with a trace of red blood.

At this moment, a warm sea breeze lowered the plump pasture. The Gothic herders did not see the horse's neck or head that was pushed down because of the gallop. The scenery reflected in their azure blue pupils, on the contrary, is the sturdy waist of humans and horses, and two slender and beautiful horse hooves!

This group of "cavalrymen" flying the flag of the Eastern Gothic flag are really half-man and half-horse monsters!

"The horses! The horses have entered!"

The few herders immediately abandoned the flock, flogged the horse under the crotch, and fled to the south in a panic. Ankard pulled his daughter on the horse back, and the poor old horse was suddenly stressed by this, with four hooves. The knee bends straight down!

"Stop the herders! Can't let them go back to report!" Seeing the disguise was revealed, Pain Hess led three hundred tall and sturdy men and horses, turning into a swift and wild war storm in a vast sea of ​​fertile grass! How could the herders' bad horses run past these energetic monsters?

The tops of the wooden poles, the training arrows wrapped in soft cloth, and the flexible ropes soaked in animal fat, are like torrential rain that obscures the sky and the sun. The sky above the herdsmen's heads is obscured. The siege hammer slammed hard, and his eyes went dark in pain, and he completely lost consciousness.

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"How is the harvest?" Paying a sigh of relief looking at the dozens of herders who were tied up and fell to the ground, shivering, and the gentle sheep behind them like clouds and mountains and plains.

After separating from the other three monster clans in Vichymiris fortress, he took the Bloodrage Clan and headed south along the coastline. He plundered three fishing villages in one go, plundering countless livestock, food, metal and slave. Finally brought the people out of poverty and famine.

The empty wine barrels in the clan were once again filled with goat milk waiting to be fermented. The empty table was filled with fat and oily barbecue again. There are hundreds of thousands of cattle, sheep and other livestock nowadays! Under the prosperity, the clan restored the slave system that was temporarily abandoned during the White Disaster period because of insufficient food.

"We are rich! Acting chief! The number of sheep in the mountains and plains is at least 10,000! More than the previous three villages combined! The more you go south here, the warmer and richer the land becomes!" Curonia's pupils changed in both eyes. Became the shape of a gold coin. "Gredinian is really a good place. Human beings are rich and oily. The words "kindness" are so nice to say. I really like it here."

"Damn monster! Don't be proud of it for too long! The brave and combative King Cavalry will avenge us!" The girl with tied hands and feet looked at the pale white horse stubbornly and shouted in lingua franca.

"King cavalry? You mean those heavy cavalry?" Painhurs raised the Gothic flag he had snatched from his hand, smiled and moved away his pale and huge body, revealing the hundreds of fine horses responsible for consignment behind him. ——Dozens of Gothic barbarians wearing chain mail and swollen noses were also tied up with their hands and feet, and placed on horsebacks as slaves.

"This—" The girl widened her eyes in horror, and she was glamorous in her mind. She was defeated as a heroic heavy cavalry like a god descending from the earth?

"On the grassland is our world! These Gothic barbarian horses are not stable, and they are far behind the orcs' wolf riders and Skugs, as well as the Roman cavalry."

Seeing the incredibly funny face of human beings, Curonia gave a disdainful smile. From the cloak completely woven with black eagle feathers, a thick arm covered with scars stretched out, letting a hideous black shadow slowly land on his strong forearm, two sharp eagle claws, deeply penetrated Predator leader, among the thick fur armguards.

"The acting chief!" After listening to the eagle's words for a while, a greedy smile bloomed on Curonia's sullen face. "My eagle has found these herders' villages! It's just west, less than six kilometers away from us!"

"Okay, Curonia, this time it's your turn to stay, take care of the supplies and packhorses, and the others will follow me!" Painhurs skillfully arranged the tasks of the tribe. Let Curonia take 40 predators with eagle partners, and 60 clan herders, staying to take care of the looted sheep, and more than 500 fine horses for transportation. He took the remaining two hundred powerful men and horses, and slew to the west in a mighty manner.

Several consecutive extremely successful plunders allowed Painhurs to quickly establish his own prestige within the Bloodfury clan. Under the command of the pale white horse, the members of the clan who have become wealthy become more and more convinced of the choices he made, and are more and more willing to obey his orders.

Chapter 64: Animalized Viruses

Two hundred tall and sturdy people and horses, under Painhuis's order, lined up in a fan shape to surround this seaside fishing village. The pale white horse left forty clan herders, and blocked all the roads out of the village strictly. The remaining more than one hundred men and horses, like a series of terrifying storms representing war and death, sang the vast and mighty grassland ballads, and grinned into the interior of the fishing village with a grinning smile!

Cavalry is indeed not suitable for street fighting. They are huge and difficult to turn around. Once they lose their impact, they are trapped in the enemy's formation and ride on horseback. Cavalry with extremely poor balance can easily be dragged down and killed by the rebel army.

But people and horses are different. They achieved the unity of man and horse, the ultimate goal of the cavalry. The human cavalry can only use heavy and expensive armor to protect the front horse head from being killed by the enemy. But the herdsmen, as long as they pick up a huge rough wooden shield, they can protect themselves from head to toe in front of them. In addition to turning around and not flexible enough, he is a shield infantry with cavalry speed.

If there are two or more herders holding wooden shields, squeezing the entire roadway side by side, and rushing forward at the same time, it is simply a horsepower bulldozer, any civilians trying to organize defenses in narrow alleys. , They were all crushed and decayed by the horses and horses, crushed into bloody flesh!

Peinhes, who had learned his lesson from the Romans, even took twenty heavy armor and fearless, and slew all the way to the port of the Ostrogoths, pulling out cloth and feather arrows soaked in animal fat. Let the raging flames, drag the flame arrows with the scarlet tail flame, and torch all the ships that can be used by the Goths to escape!

"Give up resistance! The surrender will not kill!" The road was blocked and the ship was burned. Just as the Ostrogoths had no way to go to the sky and nowhere to go to the ground, the men and horses roared at what Peinhes had taught them. The words of persuasion to surrender, throw a path of life, shake the morale of the barbarians, and make the civilians in desperate kneel surrender.

Only a small number of people retreated to the wooden leader's longhouse, and used their spears and short bows to aim at the wooden doors that were too narrow for the horses and men, doing their final defensive resistance.

Pain Hess waved his hand, and he immediately took out the animal skin cloth bag filled with grease, and evenly sprinkled the golden animal fat around the longhouse, then took out the flint and iron, and gently rubbed out a little spark. ······

"Predator! Send out the eagle to tell Curonia that it is safe here, he can bring all the packhorses and the trophies, and load a new batch of trophies." Looking at the burning wooden house with billowing black smoke, listening to the brother inside. The tragic wailing of the Barbarian, the white horse nodded in satisfaction. "Tie up all these surrenders, and after the house is cleaned up, they are splashed with grease and burned! Go home after doing it!"

"Yes! Acting Chief!"

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In the war, no one is innocent.

If it weren't for these numerous villages, which provided a steady stream of food, horses, and troops, it would be impossible for the Ostrogoths to quickly gather hundreds of horse-riding infantry on the grassland, breaking them into pieces, and frantically searching for invading monsters. trace. After the blood fury clan experienced a fierce battle, now there are only 600 warriors left. He also scored half of the points, staying in the camp to protect the injured, children, and everyone's livestock and property.

The most frightening thing is that there is no place to replenish troops!

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Before solving this fatal problem, Painhurs didn't want anyone to know the whereabouts of the clan, let alone start a head-on conflict with any forces. Therefore, we must kill all those who have seen ourselves!

The kindness to the enemy is the cruelty to oneself.

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Cesonisus Ostrogoth Palace

"Trash! All of them are trash!!!"

Eastern Gothic King: Viseurius furiously tore up the bad news letters from the north. According to his latest scout report, there are at least twenty prosperous villages in the north that have been looted by monsters! Some villages turned into ruins and scorched earth are covered with a lot of messy horseshoe marks-this is a good thing for everyone.

In some villages, it is as if they have been crossed by a strong wind, leaving no property or residents alone! All houses were demolished, and they were all transported to the village center. Mixed with other large amounts of trash, it piled up into a crumbling statue of a giant-no one is so idle except for green skin.

In some villages, it was very bloody. There was a big pot in the village. The nearby land was completely wet with blood, and a lot of it was crushed by the teeth. Even the bone marrow was sucked out of the bones, and the whole village was spilled. Yes-only ogres can do such cruel things!

However, in Asana's report, there were no ogres among the clans who were united to siege the city—there was a new monster clan that swaggered through the ruins of the Vichymiris Fortress!

The Eastern Gothic king felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and his headache was splitting. He endured the pain, and opened a new letter—the ink pad that sealed the mouth of the letter, which looked like a two-headed eagle.

Dear King Ostrogoth:

My unparalleled legion is at war with the evil Persian army in the south, and has no time to take care of your insignificant and pitiful land. There are no extra legions to reinforce your weak kingdom. Please understand the difficulties of the empire.

However, I can send a huge fleet that you can't even dream of seeing, and take all your remaining tribesmen back to the empire. I will generously give you a piece of land where you can live and work, and allow your people to graze and farm there. Of course, as a price, you must pay taxes for the empire and provide barbarian soldiers who account for one-tenth of the total population, obey the orders of the empire and fight for the empire.

The emperor of all the Romans in the East: Felavius ​​Arcadius Augustus

"Fart! Does he think Lao Tzu is a fool? Give me a piece of barren land on the border of the empire. I don't know how many monsters are staring at me? Let me offer most of the strong and healthy children. Use the remaining manpower to defend the frontiers of the empire?"

Viseurius angrily tore the letter to pieces, and roared to the sky madly! "Augustus, what a majesty! I gave alms to Lao Tzu a sloping field, but let me use the blood of all the people to repay it! I would rather drain the last drop of blood in the kingdom in Gredinian!!!"

Calculating a little, there are only two thousand elite soldiers stationed in Cessonissos. If you recruit and transfer from the civilian population in the city, you can probably recruit an army of 2,000 people. This adds up to four thousand people.

There is also a group of 1,000 senior elites in the Kerch Mountains who followed their father in the South and North Wars, but they are fighting an orc clan that has been fighting stubbornly to this day. Withdrawal is to demolish the east wall to make up the west wall.

If the entire territory is conscripted and the forces of all the tribesmen are gathered together, it is estimated that a huge army of about 10,000 people can be assembled. However, this will take a long time! And most of them are infantry! Blood raging horses, evil day orcs, these monsters run faster than rabbits! I can't catch up with them at all!

What's more, the fortress has been invaded for a whole week. Waiting on, the ghost knows how many nasty bugs will flood into his father's homeland defended by his life!

"Your Majesty, the green grassy sea in the north is a Pingchuan river. There is no danger to guard. Let us retreat to the coastal mountains in the south of the peninsula. With our geographical advantages, we can still maintain some of the most prosperous and fertile lands in the kingdom." Shana, barely supporting her extremely weak body, said carefully.

"You mean, let me give away nearly two-thirds of the Eastern Gothic kingdom? Then wait for death in big cities such as Cesonisus?" Viseurius' blue eyes were full of scarlet. Bloodshot, breathing heavily in his nostrils, like an angry brown bear.

"Then, honorable Majesty the King, you have one last option." Under the king's furious gaze, a dark shadow shrouded in black robe, exuding a cold air, appeared out of thin air like a ghost, and slowly walked to it. In front of Viseurius, he looked contemptuously at the war priest who had gotten rid of the pagan faith at his feet.

"Please open the iron gate of the prison and release the brothers and sisters who have fought side by side with us. You must understand! The [Beastization Virus] that the clansmen fear is actually a supreme blessing!" The man in black faded himself The black cloak revealed a bald, hideous head. The slender and narrow eyes shone with an unknown dark red light.

"And my brothers and sisters, can use this blessing to build a brand new army for you that will not lose to the Romans!"

Chapter 65: The Gaze of the Gods

The sound of the collapse and collapse that shook the entire universe and destroyed Painhurs's extremely fragile eardrums. He covered his buzzing head in pain, and looked at the clear sky in horror. A huge and terrifying crack appeared in the dome!

The horrible rift is expanding and extending crazily at an unbelievable speed. In a blink of an eye, it became a hideous scar that traverses the entire sky, revealing the scarlet and magnificent inside, but full of madness and killing chaotic stars.

"Wow!!!"

Suddenly, a terrifying ocean wave composed of unrelenting scarlet blood, wrapped in thousands of white skulls, rushed out of huge rifts, and turned into shocking blood-colored waterfalls, as if the sky collapsed, ruthlessly Falling to the ground! There are waves of death that cover the sky one after another!

Slowly, those monstrous blood waves engulfing the skull crumbled, roared, and rotated to form a giant with a dog's head. He moved his huge body composed of blood and skull, full of killing, hatred, and rage, enough to suffocate everything, covering the sun high in the sky, on the incomparably small body of the pale white horse, cast enough to make The trembling shadow of war.

Standing at the feet of the blood giant, Painhurs was completely wet with cold sweat! The six limbs and hundreds of skeletons were unable to move because of the huge fear, their breathing became more and more disordered, and the two hearts were beating faster and faster, almost bursting into the chest cavity!

"I am quite satisfied with what you have done recently. Continue to please me with endless blood. Pale horse."

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"Pain Hess? Pain Hess! Wake up, how come you suddenly gasped, and your heart was beating so violently—have you had a nightmare?"

Christina shook the pale white horse's Shenjun body with concern, picked up a piece of sheepskin, and gently wiped the pale face covered with sweat.

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"It's nothing, it's just a nightmare." Looking at Chief Christina, with a gentle and concerned gaze, he looked at the familiar chief's tent with monster heads all around. Painhurs let out a long sigh of relief. The shadow of the terrifying evil god slowly dissipated from his mind. The disordered breathing and heartbeat also gradually stabilized.

"Oh, forget it, don't sleep anymore." I found that the blue sky in the east had already turned white. The pale white horse straightened up his tall body from the couch covered with soft sheepskin, and took out two peculiar brushes from the inner wall of the tent.

This big and small, two delicate brushes, but it took Painhurs a long time to make a good thing. Hell, the men and horses of the Bloodfury clan have not invented any tools to clean and care for the coats of horses! At most, use warm water or sand to wash away the dirt on your body.

Before in the cold north, life was not guaranteed, and the white horse didn't have time to pay attention to these trivial things, but now that he settled down, he immediately set out to create two brushes used to care for horsehair in his previous life: hard A thick long-bristled brush, and a soft and small short-bristled brush.

The former consists of hundreds of extremely tough fish bones. Painhurs dared to swear to the sky that these scary seafood absolutely did not exist on the earth before crossing. Their bones are extremely tough, bending to 180 degrees, and they can quickly return to their original shape.

So, the warlock carefully polished the tips of hundreds of sharp fishbone into a rounded arc. Using a sharp axe, cut them to the same length. Finally, use viscous gum to stick these tough fish bones evenly on a flat wooden board-the hard bristle brush was successfully manufactured.

The latter is much simpler. Just find an inferior horse bred by the Eastern Goths, and while slaughtering the meat, shave off its mane, and then evenly place the horsemane between the two wooden boards covered with gum. Just one clip.

"Huh."

Painhurs gently waved a stiff brush made of fishbone, and carefully slashed across the rouge horse, which was as soft and beautiful as scarlet silk and satin. Hundreds of tough fish bones whose tips are polished into an arc, gently massage Christina's flexible skin, not only to clean up the dirt hidden in the slender coat, but also to stimulate the blood circulation inside her body, allowing her to lie on the bedding The Rouge Lie on the horse narrowed his eyes comfortably and made a pleasant moan.

"Isn't it okay to let slaves do this kind of hair care?" Christina laughed and said, I have heard that, I was in a coma during this time, you It is a hundred times more busy than managing the looting of materials, managing the distribution of property, and mediating the conflicts within the clan.

"After all, the clan is in a state of vigorous development. Besides, you are like exquisite porcelain dolls, which are broken at the touch of a touch. How dare I let those dissatisfied slaves approach our respected chief ~ elder ~ person?" Painhurs shook his head amusedly, and while responding with the same tone, he picked up the soft short-bristle brush and gently wiped the small dust on the body of the rouge horse. "Okay, turn over, it's time to clean up the other side,"

"Okay, don't make a fuss, let's call it the name, one bite of a chief sounds too fertile." Christina lazily straightened up her curvaceous and graceful blood-colored body, and lay down on her side again after changing the head and tail.

Before long, he was thoroughly scrubbed by the other party. The bloody and angry chieftain was refreshed and ordered two slaves to bring hot water, clean the two brushes, and use the same technique that the pale white horse gave her. The handsome body of Pain Hess.

no way. It is difficult for a centaur to reach the second half of his body, and to scrub his body, he can only let others do the work.

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"Yeah, it was she who proposed to let the pale horse become her spouse... first the mother's love, then the ardent gaze of the people, then the throne of the chief, and now Painhes... ··What I cherish, why are you taking away!" Christian, who was slowly waking up in his sleep and chuckles, vented his dissatisfaction silently in his heart.

The bard slowly opened his bloody eyes filled with hatred, jealousy, and grievance. The dark and tender delicate face was also covered with a deep haze.

"Huh."

Suddenly, an extremely comfortable touch came from his body, and the bard looked back in surprise, only to see his twin sister, leaning on him affectionately, holding the brush that was cleaned for the second time, gently. I combed my hair.

"But even so... I can never hate it."