Chapter 86: Endless Betrayal (Part 1)
Herniwell rubbed her sleepy purple eyes and lifted the dark bedding filled with soft cotton, revealing a graceful body in only a thin nightgown. She gently jumped off an exquisite wooden bed carved with skull patterns, and stepped barefoot on the graceful Persian carpet. With her dark and slender hands, she slowly opened a wooden window door carved with spider patterns. He took a breath, enjoying the fresh and sweet air of Alexandria at dawn.
The warm and soft morning light splashed her brilliant golden light on every corner of this magnificent city. The drow who lived on the tower looked down at everything in the city condescendingly, and finally fixed his sight on the island of Faros in the north, on the huge white tower that was 135 meters high and was stacked on three floors.
The magnificent white pagoda has a solid base made of marble on the bottom two floors. All kinds of alien slaves are carved on the surface. The chains on their necks stretched all the way up, and the third floor of the White Tower, a huge statue of ingenious workmanship, was firmly grasped in their left hand.
That huge sculpture is the spider goddess worshipped by the drow. Her lower body is a terrible eight-legged spider, and her upper body is a young woman who is so beautiful that she is so beautiful. Blow-breakable skin, long hair that is as smooth as a waterfall, slender and sharp legs of a hideous spider, and two proudly standing snowy peaks on his chest...Every detail on his body has been captured by the craftsmen. The carving is vivid.
From this point of view, the hobbies of the drow craftsmen are exactly the same as their cousins of high elves.
The deity is covered with delicate and elegant expensive accessories. His left hand is holding thousands of steel chains. And the elegant right hand made of marble holds a gold torch high. Drow spellcasters, shaping a group of never-extinguishing arcane flames, blazing within the golden torch, letting its hot and bright fire light illuminate the nearby sea. Witchcraft apprentices adjust according to the position of the sun, or use black cloth to cover the twelve huge concave mirrors around them, allowing them to reflect the brilliance of the golden sunrise and arcane flames, guiding thousands of ships with different shapes. Huge ships pass through the interior of Egypt's largest port.
Herniwell looked at the triple lighthouse, named after the greatest elf ever, with admiration. Then he moved his sight to the direction of the lively port-countless foreign slaves who had been chained, under the flogging of the black-skinned compatriots, were struggling to transport all kinds of goods from the entire empire, maintaining the entire port. Blood circulation.
Among the slaves, there are snake-men with human upper body, waist and abdomen, but slender python tail, and giant snake Naga with human face, and their flexible snake tail. They are struggling on wooden piers and stone streets. Squirming, leaving behind moist water stains.
In the slave market not far away, there are many blindfolded, dignified and beautiful, but their hair is a deadly poisonous snake with teeth and claws. Several slave dealers bound the scaly bodies of hundreds of poisonous snakes tightly together with steel, and tied them into a hissing ferocious ponytail behind their heads.
Medusa.
These three monsters are all aborigines of Egypt. They once joined hands to build an extremely glorious ancient civilization. Then, he was completely crushed and conquered by Alexander's elven army, and his neck was also heavily shackled.
After the elves split, the other end of the chain passed from the hands of the elven emperor to the ancestor of drow: Ptolemy I, and continued to enslaved the native species.
Endless slaves, this is the favorite sight of all drow. As natural slave owners, they will have a strong sense of superiority from the bottom of their hearts after seeing other people being enslaved by them.
Suddenly, a red figure woke Herniwell from her intoxication-it was a whole battalion of Roman soldiers. The bright red cloak and blood-colored crown are so incompatible with the surrounding black and white style. The drow holding the collar of the slaves, the scene of humbly bowing to these soldiers is so shocking!
Yes, the era of the Ptolemaic dynasty is over. Now, these humans who came from the northwestern sea are the real masters here.
Suddenly, she seemed to be back hundreds of years ago, when sea ships full of drow soldiers were completely engulfed by the flames of the sky. The galleys with blood-colored flags bypassed the flames and docked at the port. Countless human soldiers wearing blood cloaks and iron helmets decorated with various red helmets, surrounded by a young man exuding terror, rushed into Alexandria, destroying and conquering everything around him!
A human soldier covered in blood rushed into his room and threw himself to the ground like a wolf!
"what!!!"
Herniwell let out a miserable scream, and suddenly awakened from the nightmare, the dripping sweat soaked her moving body!
The drow panted in shock, and twisted his curvaceous arm tightly bound by the rope uncomfortably. Looked at the simple and dirty animal skin fence built by horses and men.
The slave owner who was once aloof has now become a sad slave at the mercy of others.
The drow sighed, ignored the cry in his ear, closed his glamorous eyes again, and tried to return to the beautiful and exquisite tower made of marble. Although it was a nightmare, it was a nightmare. Hometown after a long absence.
Wait, was there a little devil calling himself just now?
Henivale opened her eyes again. A little devil covered in blood, gently tapping his cheek, trying to awaken himself from his sleep! That devil is not Magnus, but his own demon!
"Filos! You finally came back to save me! Quick! Untie the rope for me!"
The female warlock was surprised and happy, sure enough! As long as the contract is still in place, this treacherous demon will never be freed. If he wants to be free, he must bring people back to save himself!
"Help you, no one will come back to rescue you! Elf!" Philos stretched out a finger, arrogantly pointed at the drow's nose, and let out an evil laugh.
"The Romans and the high elves will not organize an expedition for a black skin in this kind of crisis! I flew back to Alexandria, where I was already surrounded by a mixed army under the command of the Devil. The red dragon of foreigners and the blue dragon in the desert obscured the sky of Egypt. Your teachers and parents can't take care of themselves-I have done enough, sorry, there is really no reinforcements."
"Only you are enough! Quick! Untie these ropes!" Hennival said anxiously. "The two of us can also escape back!"
"Do you think I am an abyss refiner? Or do you think you are a legendary warlock? At the moment the fortress was destroyed, this peninsula has become a purgatory on earth! The centaur tribe, the greenskin war gang, and the scarlet The inky black wolf tide of blood spots... If it weren't for my innate flying ability and invisibility, I wouldn't be able to reach you at all!"
The little devil sighed deeply. Looking left and right, he hung his hideous and terrifying scorpion tail on the edge of the drow's skull utensils for eating. The sharp hooks slowly secreted terrifying neurotoxins, making the dark green fallen liquid tick. The tick fell into the bowl and slowly piled up into a pool of thick and disgusting puddles.
"For the sake of everyone's cooperation for many years, it's better to get together now. I will give you a personal way of death: the neurotoxin of the little devil, if it pierces the biological epidermis, it will cause them to have dizziness, nausea, and hand and foot spasms. . But if you directly contaminate the respiratory tract and internal organs... believe me, there will be no pain."
"No! No! I will go alone! I can definitely go back to my hometown! You just need to let go of me!" Hernivale's surprise smile slowly turned into endless despair, supporting her. Amidst the shackles, the life-saving straw that had passed dozens of days like a year turned out to be a poisonous snake that bites people!
"What a joke! I let you go, and then watched you get taken away as a slave girl by a monster tribe?! I'm fed up! I want to contact our vows! Now! Immediately!" Philos also roared hysterically. It takes time to produce toxins, so he had to use his strong and slender scorpion tail to tightly wrap Herniwell's slender neck like a black swan!
Chapter 87: Endless Betrayal (Part 2)
Herniwell, with her arms tied behind her, is like a fish leaving the water, desperately twisting her slender and charming body. Trying to regain the oxygen that you depend on for your livelihood. Doing the last dying struggle with death.
However, she was just a weak warlock with his hands and feet tied up, facing the hard scorpion tail that was like a giant python, it was of no avail!
Slowly, the drow's coquettish purple eyes were covered with a layer of death gray, and the pupils became more and more dilated. The upper fossa of the sternum and clavicle, and the space between the ribs, the smooth and soft black skin like coffee, is also sunken down because of intense breathing. The lack of oxygen in the brain also made Herniwell's struggling strength weaker, and her heart slowly stopped beating. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her hometown...
"Wow!!!"
Just between the lightning and flint, a heavy iron javelin, like an iron-gray killing meteor, whizzed through the dark night, with his master's determination to kill, it accurately pierced the tail of the little devil's scorpion. The tailbone connected to the body is directly torn and shattered! The tail docked out of control, accompanied by the scary blood of the little devil, fell into the dust together!
"what?!"
Before Philos could react, a pink light flashed outside the door door. In the absence of any chanting, an illusory tentacled with scorpion claws at the top, from Pain Hess Stretched out behind his back, grabbed the head of the little devil, and burned a terrible blue flame! Let the endless negative energy crazily erode his limbs!
"No! People! We have an appointment..."
"Yes, we have an agreement." Painhurs frowned and rescued the suffocated Heniwell. He focused on two tasks, while patting Herniwell's smooth and soft dark back, caringly took care of the drow who was breathing in the air and slowly detaching from the death line, while pulling out a piece of copper wire, using sound transmission Shu, talk to Philos who was gagged by the ghost hand.
"Three hundred Sudlers in exchange for a slave...no, my teacher's life?" The white white horse was concerned about the safety of her teacher, while mocking the coldness with a voice that only two of them could hear. Under the erosion, the little devil slowly lost his vitality.
"Do you think that a sorcerer who touches the five-ring spell is only worth three hundred Sudres? Do you think that you made this deal? A joke! I just used your hand to break the teacher and her last hope. Fantasy! Let the teacher sink into the darkest and desperate abyss, let me, Painhurs, personally pull her back! Let her be completely loyal to me!!!"
"Uhhhhh!!!"
The little devil whose mouth was gagged by the ghost bone claws, and his vitality was constantly losing, stared at the face of the pale white horse with eyes burning with anger, despair, and resentment, as if he wanted to engrave this face in the depths of his soul!
"By the way, I called the teacher a slave just to reduce your vigilance. Thank you for your help, Philos! Sorry, you can't see with your own eyes. Your master is completely loyal to my scene! For my plan , You must die."
The pale white horse drew the Roman dagger from his waist, and pierced his heart fiercely in front of the little devil's increasingly frightened and desperate eyes!
"what!!!"
With the death of the familiar and the collapse of the contract, Herniwell's soul also received a heavy blow. The severe pain deep into the bone marrow caused her to collapse to the ground in an instant, letting out a heart-piercing scream! Countless past pictures have emerged from the depths of her memory!
In Constantinople, he is one of the few fellow comrades who did not discriminate against Alpharis because he is a monster.
But, the result? The damn Transfiguration promised that he would bring reinforcements back to rescue, and then swaggered to abandon her, leaving the Bloodfury Camp alone, and there was no more news from now on! Just leave yourself a dark back!
In the barracks, there is no less bribery to the boss. That guy Quintuchus even ate a lot of gold coins from his family! Eventually mixed into the main battalion of the legion.
But, the result? The high-ranking battalion commander stood coldly at the stern, looking at himself falling into the hands of the horses and howling desperately, and coldly ordered the soldiers to continue rowing west! Gradually disappear into the night!
I take care of Philos on weekdays. Give him good food and drink.
But, the result? The damn little devil, at a desperate moment, turned from a life-saving straw to a deadly poisonous snake, and bit himself! Force yourself to release and hold his hand! Let yourself fall into the bottomless abyss!
Nothing, everything is gone! No one will come to this remote, uncivilized land again to rescue themselves!
**, the spirit, the soul, and Herniwell, who suffered a triple blow at the same time, finally put down all her defenses and disguise, collapsed to the ground, crying like a helpless child.
"It's okay, teacher, it's okay, the assassin has been killed by me, and you are safe." Painhurs gently hugged the drow who collapsed on the ground and hugged her in her arms. Her dark and smooth skin was so dark and smooth. The cold, biting tears, like two rows of cold creeks, followed their bodies, slowly falling to the ground.
"Teacher, I will ask one last time. Would you like to continue to teach me the knowledge of arcanes and the Roman Empire, no, everything in this world? If you agree, I will turn the Bloodrage Clan into your new home. ·····If you really don't want to, then I'm not reluctant to take you to the beach, and then prepare enough dry food and boats for you to leave you alone and return to your hometown. Sorry, during the war, the clan has nothing to spare manpower"
It took a long time for Herniwell to slowly stop crying, her dark and beautiful face, slowly leaving the cold, generous chest of the pale white horse. Lifting up a pair of glamorous eyes filled with tears, staring at his student helplessly, those pupils that are as dark as an abyss.
"Homeland? I have nowhere to go... Alpharis! Quintuchus! Philos... them! Both! Let me down! I!!!"
Endless resentment entangled in the limbs of the drow. Let her go crazy! After she stopped crying, Herniwell's delicate and glamorous, but tear-stained face was occupied by endless anger and hatred.
She struggled to get out of the arms of the horses, stood up arrogantly, and turned her back to Painhurs. Said softly.
"Untie the ropes that bind me, my dear student. Hennivale is willing to help you."
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"You just, is it true that you let her go?" Looking at Herniwell, who was taken to the bathhouse by a few goth slaves, Magnus straightened himself up from the broad left shoulder of the pale white horse. Small body, asked curiously.
"It's true, seeing the miserable look of the teacher, I was really shaken just now." Painhurs sighed up to the sky. From the sad mood, slowly eased, "But, even if she really chooses to leave, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I am not the chief. If you don't let her go, I don't count."
Chapter Eighty-Eight: After you sing, I will appear on the stage, the city's head is changing with the king's banner
Perekopdisha Visimiris Fortress
After the Allied forces dispersed, the lizardmen of the Rotscale clan headed west. The blood rage centaur and the evil flame orc went south separately. The goblins of the merchant clan transformed this ruined human fortress into a paradise for the goblins.
The towering spire, the Golden Mountain flag of the merchant clan was flying, and the city wall was full of goblin archers ready to go. Prince Gallivex, lying in a huge pit filled with coins, danced with excitement, allowing countless Roman, Persian, and even Far Eastern coins to drown his bloated body filled with fat.
The extremely fat chief bear goblin, after mastering this throat fortress, not only did not re-close the road, but opened the door, sending out a large number of messengers to the north, telling the monsters trembling in the cold wind: there is a lot of water and grass in the south. , Livestock Mishan, and a treasure land that is warm as spring!
But, want to go there? Each tribe has to pay tolls, poll tax, sheep's head tax...what? Do you want to go wrong? Look at the dense bow and arrow javelins above your head. After you look at the troll mercenaries with big waists around you, tell Lao Tzu what you want to do again?
In this way, under a series of false propaganda, coupled with excessive levy, Gary Vickers made a lot of money, and at the same time, he also squeezed the endless, hungry, and nothing monster tribe into the peninsula. internal! It caused the most bloody and terrifying chaos scene in Gredinian's history.
"We want to build a wall, and we have to pay for it!"
Looking at the increasingly chaotic southern peninsula. Gary Wix, who had made a fortune, was also worried. For the sake of safety, the chief of the business traveler took a mountain of coins confiscated from the monster and bought a large amount of wood and labor. On the south side of the narrow area of Belekop, a second high wall was built with wooden stakes and soil.
However, he had just laid the foundation, one after another, with countless scarlet beams shining, the tide of black wolves sweeping across the sky and the earth had already appeared on the southern horizon!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"
The goblin scouts screamed in panic, but at this time, it was the trolls who had received certain training. He picked up the horns that were cut from the top of the monster's head and made them into musical instruments, and spread the sound of the loud and loud horns throughout the fortress!
In the sea of wolves, there are nearly a thousand hideous beasts, like a flock of chickens, surrounded by their compatriots in the middle of the ocean: they are taller and much stronger than ordinary werewolves. The heavy chain mail covering the whole body shone with bright silver light under the shining of the sun. The burly left arm covered with wolf hair is holding a huge wooden shield. Waist, back, chest. There are always eleven sharp iron axes that can be hacked or thrown.
And the Cangqing Wolf King, surrounded by these heavy armored wolves in the center, is a head taller than these elites! It's like a terrifying beastly giant!
On the outside of his chain armor, Horus put on the scales of the dragon that had been passed down from generation to generation among the Gothic kings. The right claw gripped the ogre leader, the huge mace covered with spikes. With his left hand, he was holding a gray banner embroidered with a green wolf head. Between the gestures, the terrifying and terrifying aura of death exuded like purgatory.
However, his bloodshot eyes were not swallowed by endless anger, but shone with wisdom.
"Marshal... No, your Majesty! After a long war, under your leadership, we have reopened the road from Cessonissos to the fortress of Vichymiris! Just waiting for your order. Next, we can regain the glory that belongs to the Ostrogoths!"
A gray werewolf carrying a two-handed giant sword, respectfully knelt in front of Horus.
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"Your Majesty! The druids have finished investigating! The leader of these goblins lies in the middle of the city in a mud puddle full of gold coins, lazily basking in the sun. He is an incredibly fat bear goblin, you must be able to Recognize it at a glance!"
"How is the military allocation in the city?" Horus asked lightly.
"Goblin can't be counted. But those little things are like ants, they can't stop your edge at all. It is worth noting that there are only three hundred hobgoblin soldiers, and sixteen dirty and ugly trolls."
The other black werewolf also forcibly endured the killing instinct entrenched in the depths of his soul, bending his strong waist towards the giant in front of him.
"There is only such a tiny bit of the monster entrenched in my father's bones?!" Horus squinted contemptuously. He raised the blue wolf flag high in his hand. Facing the pack of wolves in the mountains and plains, angrily screamed up to the sky!
"People of the Eastern Gothic Kingdom! Today! I will fulfill my promise to you! Regain the throat fortress that controls the entire peninsula! Today! I will personally reinsert the Blue Wolf Banner, which symbolizes our glory, On the highest spire of the fortress! Charge with me!!!"
"Long live Horus!!!"
Endless werewolves look up to the sky and scream! Horus, wearing a heavy armor, placed his weapon and banner horizontally between his waist, and landed on the ground with four claws, transforming into the form of a giant wolf. With the heavy armored werewolf who has been fighting with him for many years, he roared out a terrifying roar that would only appear in the depths of biological nightmares, and rushed to the trembling legs of the goblin community that has not yet fought, and has been scared!
Cangqing Wolf King was bathed in the rain of arrows from the goblins, and rushed to the forefront of the entire team! Those simple stone arrows couldn't penetrate the extremely strong dragon scale armor. It can only be accompanied by the sound of gold and stone collision, rubbing out a dazzling spark on the scale!
Seeing that the distance was almost the same, Horus's four strong claws slammed on the ground, and the whole wolf suddenly rushed into the high sky, and easily crossed the low earth wall.
Relying on his superb skills, Cangqing Wolf King quickly transformed into an upright werewolf form in the air. His burly hind legs landed heavily on the heads of two goblins, crushing their skulls with a terrifying weight. The sharp wolf claws pierced their flesh and blood! The horrible sound effects of tearing flesh and blood, accompanied by his extremely rich and terrifying killing intent, the scared goblins panicked, screaming!
Not to mention ordinary soldiers and slaves, even the trousers of the overseers were soaked in the unknown liquid in the wave of death deterrence from Horus! The huge creature with red eyes in front of him is clearly a concrete manifestation of death!
After standing on his heels, the Cangqing Wolf King brandished the huge mace, as if into a world of no one in the sea of goblins. The goblins can't cut through his armor, but every time Horus hits, he can smash a huge hole in the surface! Countless streams made of blood flowed out of the tattered green flesh, slowly flowing into the potholes, forming a pool of shocking scarlet lakes.
At the same time, a heavily armed gray wolf, biting a delicate giant sword, also drew a beautiful arc in the air. Jumped behind the Cangqing Wolf King and fought alongside him. With a flick of the flexible wolf neck, the giant sword in his mouth drew a stern blood-colored arc across the goblin group!
The fragile studded leather armor and flesh and blood bones cannot stop the deadly edge of the giant sword. Countless broken limbs and bodies flying in blood, dripping blood, falling from the sky like a torrential rain, dyed the two wolves with a scarlet and terrible hell coating!
"Long live Horus!!!"
And at this moment, more and more mixed werewolves, like the stormy waves, easily crossed the low walls of the goblins, full of anger and hatred, and slammed into the fallen place of King Visimiris. ! Completely engulf the weak goblins! ! !
"Troll! Quick! Quick! Get rid of them! I usually feed you for you to play, just for now!" After seeing the endless wave of wolves, every piece of fat on Gary Vickers was trembling slightly.
He directed the troll in leather armor to rush south. He, crawling with his fat and bloated body, climbed onto the golden chariot pulled by six huskies and loaded with gold coins, and ordered his men to quickly put the gold coins in the swimming pool into more wooden cars hauled by the huskies. With the hobgoblin guard, quickly rushed out of the barrier of the north wall.
You can't win with this number of werewolves. Anyway, a lot of money has been made these months, goblins are like bugs, and you can find a bunch of them anywhere, as long as your hobgoblin guard is safe and sound.
Chapter 89: Unpredictable
When the lycanthrope is in a mixed state with two feet upright, although they can wield their weapons, they lose the wind-swift movement speed like a cavalry. Therefore, a few maverick werewolves, after hard training, learned to be in the form of a giant wolf, biting their weapons with a slender wolf kiss, landing on all fours, and fighting around like a strong wind.
And the best among them is the gray wolf Schiff with the huge sword in his mouth. He is like a gray lightning, dexterously shuttled through the battlefield. The sharp wolf claws trampled and tore the limbs and skeletons of the goblins, the slender and sharp blades cut through the enemy's armor and flesh and blood, leaving a place with blood-stained limbs and broken arms, and weeping miserably. , Wailing.
Suddenly, a huge and ugly troll mercenary with a skin like moss, killed the gray wolf from the side. He wiped and flew countless small and thin goblin cannon fodder along the way, accompanied by the terrifying steps of the shaking of the earth and the mountains, and a series of terrifying howls, he raised the stick in his right hand aloft!
"boom!!!"
The huge wooden stick slammed heavily on the ground where Schiff was in the last second, raising the ashes and dust that covered the sky and the sun. However, the speed of the gray wolf is even faster! The slender wolf neck slammed fiercely, and the giant sword in his mouth drew a perfect scarlet arc in the air, accurately cutting off the thick right arm of the troll holding the wooden stick.
"Roar!!!"
The injured cyan beast let out an angry roar. His left hand grabbed the broken limb that had fallen to the ground, trying to put the bloody arm back to the smooth section of his right shoulder—I saw countless tiny granular buds, and his teeth and claws drilled out of his smooth and smooth wound, with naked eyes. Visible speed sutures the chopped dirty flesh and blood!
"Come back! You rushed too far!" Horus, in the form of a mixed werewolf, held up the blue giant wolf battle flag in his left hand, encouraging the morale of the werewolves under his command. With his right hand, a mace stained with blood and minced meat was drawn into a beautiful arc, a sweeping sweep, and heavy hitting the troll's ugly head, making the cyan ball, like a watermelon, directly fried A shocking scarlet mist! The dripping blood, wrapped around the broken skull, and rotten flesh torn, splashed around, covering the nearby land.
And behind the Cangqing Wolf King, some werewolves in leather armor also took out the flint, oilcloth, and the slender tip of the spear in their hands, burning hot flames in front of those trolls who were afraid and terrified. He stared, shouting "Long live Horus!" He frantically slammed forward!
The war soon became a one-sided slaughter. When the seventh troll turned to ashes in the flames, the abandoned cannon fodder of the merchant clan lost all their fighting spirit, abandoning their armor and armor, rushing to the north and fleeing to the north with no defense. It was exposed inside the werewolf's scarlet pupils.
The giant wolves who had been imprisoned for several years took out the hand axes at their waists and threw them forward in a neat and uniform manner. The sharp axe blades rotated and tore through the cold air, making a creepy whistling sound. On the fragile **** of the goblins, a series of scars of blood splattered torn apart! Every heavy throwing axe can draw a long, bloody gully that represents death among the dense crowd.
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In the end, Horus fulfilled his promise. The Cyan Wolf King trampled on the sea of blood on the corpse mountain under his feet, and reinserted the blood-stained wolf flag on his left hand on the top of the fortress tower named after his father.
"Long live Horus!!!"
"Close the gate! The archer is on the wall! Can't put more monsters in! These goblins have accumulated a lot of ready-made building materials. Schiff, gather all the craftsmen, and build on the basis of the goblins, make the south The wall is built!"
"Yes!"
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While the main army of werewolves was busy cleaning up the mess, a young group of wolf phantoms, which were as dark as night, also quietly appeared from the south. The armor and weapons on their bodies were painted black. The headed werewolf was almost as tall and burly as Horus. He wore an extremely conspicuous soaring braid on the top of his head.
"Ah, Abaddon, my youngest and most powerful scout, you have finally returned from investigating. Let's just say, what the hell my kingdom has been ruined by these monsters?"
"Yes, Marshal... No, your Majesty the King." The giant wolf with a soaring braid returned to its human form, bowed respectfully to Horus, and then rolled up a sheet full of Gothic Peninsula map with text.
"For now, the situation in the kingdom is still within acceptable limits. Gredinian's most prosperous and fertile southern cities are all firmly controlled by us. Cessonissos, Theodosius·· ····Fourteen important cities, fortresses, and eight are flying the blue sacred wolf flag." Abaddon's slender and sturdy fingers lightly touched the cities painted in blue. on.
"But, look. The coastal area to the northwest is repopulated with scaled human-shaped lizards. Riding on the darkness, they quietly climbed up to the port of Porto Carlos and slaughtered all the residents of the city, with all their corpses. Throw it into the sea and offer sacrifices to the evil gods they worship!" Abaddon's words gradually became agitated.
"And the entire Kerch Peninsula in the east fell and was firmly controlled by the brutal and snakebite clan orcs. Dragonmaw Fort, Haimen Pass, and Rosa, before the reinforcements arrived, they all fell... ····
However, the good news is that those green monsters with muscles in their heads decided to fight the high elven colonists stationed in Panticapone first. In order to ensure the safety of the rear, instead of continuing to advance west, it left us enough breathing time. "
"Finally, it is the north of Gredinian... There was originally an endless grassland. The kingdom has little control over her and only built a small wooden fortress on the seashore. Now, even It is also difficult for me to distinguish the exact number of monsters entrenched there." The black giant sighed deeply.
"Furthermore, along the way, I often saw a kind of terrifying monsters that were half-human, half-horse, their frequency of appearance, and the terrible population! They were also different from loose and messy goblins. Between tribes with different flags, It seems that a certain kind of covenant has been reached. To coordinate the operation of something, even the northern fortress has erected blasphemous images of these people."
"Why do you think these scattered monsters have some connections, even covenants?" Horus was interested, and turned his attention from the extremely detailed map to the face of Abaddon.
"Ah, don't mention it, Tiefengbao and Simferopol are also surrounded by the Centaur Legion. These guys lack the siege skills, but they are abnormal-cunning, they use the strategy of attacking aid, deliberately letting the city let go of the messenger. Ask for help nearby.
At the same time, these half-man and half-horse monsters set up scouts on nearby roads, ambush them, and fight with reinforcements on the plains they are best at, slowly consuming our vital power.
It has to be said that these men and horses are too difficult, they have the speed and impact of cavalry, as well as the stability and formation ability of infantry. I played a few games with them, and they all had their own victories. A few monsters were slaughtered, and a few arrows were shot, hell! The weight of their bows and arrows is amazing, and the arrows are still iron! "
"Thanks for your hard work." The Cangqing Wolf King frowned, carefully examining the map in front of him. Calculating strategic planning in mind.
"Look, most of Gredinian's wealthy city ports are located on the coasts of the south and east. The grasslands of the north are not of much value to us. The most urgent thing is to recapture what was in the hands of the lizardmen and the orcs. Four port fortresses. Resuming the elven trade with Panticapone. Instead, the threat of men and horses can be eased a little. Then, Eugene! Eugene?"
"His Majesty?"
Hearing the cry of Horus, the white giant wolf, bathed in blood and wantonly venting his anger, approached the two in doubt.
"You run for me to find the leader of those people! See if you can negotiate with them. Even if you can't make a negotiation, you have to stabilize them. It's too annoying to deal with the nomads running around. Schiff! I'll give it to you. Half of the army, you are stationed in Vichymiris Fortress again. When the fortress is successfully repaired, the rest of the people will join me to kill to the west, retake Carlos Port, and kill all the lizards, leaving none. Then. Gather all your combat power and fight to the death with those damn orcs."
"Yes!"
"By the way, what's the situation with those pastors now?" Suddenly, Horus looked up helplessly as if thinking of something.
"The group of pastors who abandoned their ancestral beliefs and embraced the Roman gods?" Abadon showed a disgusting expression, and squinted anxiously. It seemed that the pastors were not his fellow comrades, but rather a group of plague patients with foul-smelling bodies. Even the mention of their names was enough to make people feel sick.
"They still refuse to accept your supreme power, but it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, those aliens trapped in the cage will change their minds and embrace this blessing, Your Majesty."
Chapter 90: General History of Rome
In the southeast of Gredinian Peninsula, the Bloodfury clan still leads a carefree nomadic life. Every day they hunt, herd sheep, and learn about martial arts with each other. The hill giants are quite good at hunting. Although the accuracy is poor, the stones thrown out are amazingly large, making it difficult for the prey to dodge. The lethality is also far above the bow and arrow,
Later, the centaurs simply used the screaming and screaming to drive and gather their prey together. The hill giants only had to sit on the spot and lift up huge stones to catch the beasts driven by the centaurs.
In hunting career after hunting career, the two even cultivated some tacit understanding. Gathering together every day to drink and eat meat, so that the pitiful brain of the hill giant was also washed away by the alcohol a lot of negative memories about the people and horses, and the relationship was slightly eased.
As for the attack on Iron Peak Fort? At the banquet, the Golden-footed Chief, who had blown his clan abilities through the sky, now fell into a bitter battle and couldn't hold back his face to ask for help from other clans, and even rejected the reinforcements sent by the Bloodfury clan, and continued to fight with the werewolves inside the fort. With a long bloody battle.
Christina, who had a hot face and a cold butt, was also a little bit irritated, so she simply stayed at the foot of the mountain and rested for a while. The chiefs of other clans are even more happy to see the descendants of God's choice, who are so high above the sky, making a fool of themselves in Tiefeng Fort.
And Pain Hess followed the discouraged Heniwell to learn the general cultural history of the entire world. Although the geographic location of this world has basically not changed, compared with the earth, the aborigines make pale white horses like a world away.
The Scythians and Salmatians in the Eurasian steppe, etc., have basically become centaur tribes and green-skinned orcs. The Persian Empire, which worships flame, becomes the descendant of the devil who worships flame.
Greece is the homeland of elves. The earliest magical civilization was born there. Precious arcane knowledge was passed down among the high elves, but all those ancient magic books were transferred back to the Apinne Peninsula by the Romans. Later, I copied all of them and moved into the magnificent new city built by Constantine I on the west bank of the Dardanelles. The two most magnificent arcane halls in the world are producing waves of low-level mages in batches to provide the empire's army.
The Iberian Peninsula, the westernmost part of the empire, is home to dragons and dwarves. Between the mountains are full of their rock-solid fortresses and lairs full of gold and silver treasures. The two sides who are incompatible with water and fire, are violent wars erupting at all times!
The servants of Yalong, who covered the sky and covered the sun, flew among the mountains, and a pair of huge fleshy wings obscured the sky of the peninsula. A dense army of dwarves shuttles through the underground tunnel network. Supporting every fortress attacked by dragons.
It is also the largest mine and hunting ground in the empire. Every year, the dwarf royal family offered to the Romans a large amount of gold, silver, diamonds, copper and iron ore. Express their absolute loyalty to the empire in exchange for massive amounts of food, wine, and salt. At the same time, the dwarves have to take the future king as a hostage and send them to the palace of Milan to receive the influence of Roman culture.
The legions of the empire will also help the dwarves resist the attacks of the dragons. By the way, catching some sub-dragon servants—those pure-blood dragons are tricky, but it's relatively easy to get back the legions and train them as mounts for the ubiquitous things like Wyvern, Chimera, and Manticore. At the same time, a large number of mages will also accompany the legion, trying to find a few cute pseudo-dragons the size of cats among the lofty mountains and ridges, and sign contracts as their own demon favorites.
Gaul and Britannia are full of mixed blood of wood elves and half elves. At the same time, there are a very large number of fairy tribes, which is also one of the important sources of troops for the empire. However, there are a large number of barbaric and uncivilized human tribes inhabiting the forests east of Gaul. They are closer to monsters than the humans of the Yapin Peninsula. In the far north, there are frost giants who are riding mammoths and fighting, terrifying to the extreme.
Africa and other places on the southern coast of the Mediterranean are the most important granaries of the empire, not one of them. It was originally the territory of the gray elves. However, these powerful and arrogant elves annoyed the Romans in the north during the Punic War and were almost wiped out. Today, the city of Carthage is full of Romans and half-elves, and there are few pure-blooded gray elves. In the desert further south, there are a considerable number of blue dragons and various earth elemental creatures.
Speaking of the last, feeling abandoned by the empire, Herniwell, who loves and hates, simply stated all the configuration of the legion. Let Painhurs feel cold. Hell, in this era, the Roman Empire is indeed divided and weakened, but the remaining strength is still terrifying! The Eastern Roman Empire alone maintained the terrorist organization of a 28-thousand-thousand army!
Of course, not every legion is full, but that number is scary enough.
Each legion has ten battalions, that is, six thousand heavy armored infantry. As the base of the legion, there are also nearly four thousand special arms. These soldiers vary according to local characteristics.
The legion stationed in Iberia will have a large number of dwarven heavy-armored warriors, and dragoons who control the Yalong.
The legions stationed in Greece have elven rangers, archers, and various mages.
As for the legions stationed in Asia Minor, they will recruit a considerable number of cavalry, archers, and even local demon warlocks from Armenia to fill the shortcomings of the infantry.
In addition, there are various cannon fodder auxiliary legions, foreign legions composed entirely of monsters or barbarians... There is a group of about five thousand beautiful merfolk with fish tails. The Bosphorus regiment lives near the Golden Horn in Constantinople. Guarding important ports and straits of the empire.
The other Minotaurs, composed entirely of tauren, guarded the southern bank of the Danube. No way, they were few in number, and their hometown was too close to the empire. Faced with the bloody army that covered the sky and covered the sun, in order to avoid the tragic fate of extermination, they could only kneel at the feet of the legion with trembling.