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Chapter 91: Being Emperor in the Republic

The splendid sunset, like a group of blazing monsters and flames, drenched the entire azure sky into a splendid scarlet face. Countless terrible bloodthirsty werewolves slowly turned back into blood-stained humans, bloodshot eyes, and endless exhaustion. Their quiver made of animal skins was already empty, and on the tattered shield, there was a blood-stained battle axe.

The soldiers grasped the precious moment of armistice. Leaning against the dilapidated battlements, fell asleep, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

These beast soldiers who have just been converted have frequently switched between humans and animals, two completely different minds in a short period of time, making their spirits more chaotic and weak. The continuous war with the Jinlu clan has greatly consumed the werewolf's physical strength.

However, they have not waited for them to finish repairing. At the foot of the mountain, the sound of a horn that stretches like a sea wave and is terrifying like a nightmare once again sounded!

New offense!

The Gothic barbarians dragged their partially wounded body, and raised the axe and shield in their hands again. In the bloodthirsty sex, the uncontrolled incarnate as a wolf. Facing the sunken sunset, there were bursts of ghastly bloodthirsty wolf howls.

However, the expected war did not break out. Those golden horses and horses, lying in the soft animal skin blanket, blew their horns vigorously, and there was no more sound.

When the werewolves start to rest again, the second, third, fourth...seventh time! In just one night, the Gothic barbarians changed their will and form seven times in a row with the sound of the horns of the troops attacking, but the enemy did not launch an attack! Drag them one by one to the brink of collapse!

And when the eighth trumpet sounded in the endless night, the werewolves were fed up with the tricks of centaurs and horses, and no one wanted to leave the cold couch anymore. And just here, the sound of horseshoes, as dense as drums, rang from afar.

"It seems to be true this time." The barbarian commander immersed his entire head in a basin of cold well water, trying to rely on external stimuli to force his spirits up and command the soldiers to fight. However...the damned men and horses ran halfway up the mountain and ran back!

When the people at the foot of the mountain sounded the horn of attack for the eleventh time. Even the commander was lying on the high wall, opening his eyes lazily.

"It's now, the whole army is attacking." The descendant of God chooses to put on the full body armor made of golden wood chips and cyan vines. A snow-white owl bathed in the desolate moonlight, like a ghost in the night, lightly rests on the golden-footed chieftain, the magnificent antlers made of golden tree branches, and the situation in the city is changed. Report to the owner.

"Listen, I know you are also very tired, but this war is not allowed to fail! Look at the ugly faces of other clans! They don't even want to send a soldier to support us! Golden-footed horses are descendants of the nobles of the ancient kingdom , We have the right to rule all centaurs!

Now, I will lead you to use a hearty victory to prove to the compatriots of other clans that we have an overwhelming power! Let them understand that angering the golden horses and horses will be like this fortress, and it will be wiped out in an instant! "

"AlanNure God's chosen descendant!!!"

The same exhausted golden-footed centaur, forcibly cheered up, once again launched an unstoppable terrifying charge to the top of the mountain!

"Why do you want to provoke the relationship between the separated tribes? You rejected the reinforcements of Thunder Spear and the Wind Howl! It was you who prevented the letter for help from the messenger! It was you who intercepted and dismissed the reinforcements of the Bloodfury clan halfway. Toria! Just for your dignity and face, sacrifice so many soldiers, and even delay the rise of the kingdom... Is it really worth it?"

Seeing the mighty army rushing to the steep cliff, a blue-gray crow suddenly transformed into a hideous and evil Abhuos with skin like a carrion. Standing quietly beside the descendants of God's choice.

"Of course it's worth it. This polity that imitates the Roman Republic is just a rope that temporarily binds people and races together." Chief Jinlu said lightly. "She is just a tattered rope, not an indestructible iron chain! My honorable sacrifice! I will unite all the people under one banner, and revive our fallen kingdom again. However, her leader . There can only be me! For this, I don't hesitate to pay everything, everything."

"Well, enough nonsense! Everyone, charge!!!"

The discussion is over. The descendants of God's Choice joined the battlefield with her outfitted guards. From her side, she took out a slender golden staff. The top of the staff was carved with a vivid eagle head totem, and the pair of sharp The eagle eyes are two oval gemstones shining with azure blue light.······

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"boom!!!"

A series of powerful shock waves erupted from the inside of the bronze sheep's head, like a ruin, the barbarians piled up in the tunnel, the tattered horses, and the werewolves leaning in the bunker were flying all over the sky, suddenly awakened from sleep. Gothic barbarians, trying to reorganize their formation, but in the rain of arrows that obscure the sky, and the dense spear wall, they are stabbed in flesh and blood!

The commander gathered a group of soldiers and transformed into cruel bloodthirsty werewolves again, trying to intercept the behemoths over seven feet tall and ravage them in their homeland.

And at this moment, Tolia raised the golden staff in her hands, and the two oval-shaped brilliant gems, hand in hand, exuding a blue light that was even more dazzling than the sun! Almost illuminates the small half of the dark sky! Driven by that terrifying force, large black, thick low clouds covered the top of the werewolf, countless brilliant, dazzling blue electric currents, like blue giant pythons flying through the clouds, shuttled through the dark clouds. , Making waves of deafening thunder!

Spell power·Spell power·Thunderstorm!

The pupils of the descendant of God's choice jumped with countless azure blue tiny arcs, and the soft vines that formed the battle armor stretched out from her right arm, tightly wrapped around the golden staff, trying to control the unknown terrifying energy. Chief Jinlu used the low end of his staff and tapped the ground three times. Under her call, a series of buckets of thunder, like a downpour, fell densely on the heads of the werewolves!

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The sound of terrifying thunder instantly overwhelmed the wail of the werewolves. The fiery electric current burned their slender hair to ashes, blasted their soft skin into coke, and left behind a hideous, terrifying thunder and lightning like a tree branch. Lines. Countless strands of fragile heart fibers trembled crazily under the raging thunder, causing the beating hearts to suddenly stop. In the end, powerful werewolves died suddenly under the terrifying thunderstorm of the descendants of God.

"AlanNure God's chosen descendant!!!"

Seeing this horrible magical technique close to natural disasters, the bloodthirsty werewolf felt the limit of his abilities for the first time, while the morale of the Jinlu clan's men and horses rose greatly, calling out the leader's name, and fighting more and more fiercely. !

"Cut...The crown must be retrieved! This golden staff made with the best of the whole family still cannot carry the supreme power of those gems." The descendant of God chose to look at the handle in his hand. Under the hot energy of the gemstone, the golden staff, which gradually melted and cooled and solidified in the cold night, sighed for a long time, then drew out the shield and spear, and furiously slammed towards the nearest her. Bloodthirsty werewolf! ! !

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I don't know how long it has passed, the gates fell, and the Gothic barbarians, who had run out of arrows, finally lost to the powerful and prosperous Jinlu clan. Countless werewolves who were physically exhausted collapsed directly on the battlefield. They were trampled into a pool of bloody flesh by the red-eyed men and horses, or they were tied up by the greedy men and horses as prisoners of war. See if you can squeeze more oil and water.

And the whole body was dripping with blood, huge antlers on the left and right, with six human heads hung on the chosen descendants, trampling on the towering mountain of corpses piled up by thousands of humans and horses, arrogant Looking down on this dilapidated human fortress. The rising sun puts a golden tulle on the powerful and fearsome chieftain.

"This city will become the first cornerstone of our rise. Messenger! Spread the news that we have taken the human fortress alone! Let the chiefs of other clans come and see, our invincible and powerful force !"

Toria raised a cyan flag embroidered with golden horseshoes very confidently. "Okay! You can plunder inside this fortress for three days! When the sun rises for the fourth time, everyone must be at work! I want you to urge those goblin slaves, from the bottomless veins, no Dig up more ore day and night!

Then, the craftsmen and apprentices, with the help of these barbarians, forged the iron ore into sharp arrow clusters and spear tips! Forged rounds of strong lock iron rings! Build an invincible army for me! Cheers! You will see the re-emergence of the Centaur Kingdom! "

"AlanNure God's chosen descendant!!!"

Chapter 92: The Gathering of the Clans

After a few days, Christina shrugged silently after reading the arrogant and arrogant letters between the lines in Chief Jinlu's letter, and decided to take Pain Hess and some elites from the Bloodfury clan. , Head to the mountain fortress with golden flags floating.

Anyway, idle is idle, just go.

As for the other tribes of people and horses who wandered in the north, they heard that the descendants of God's choice had destroyed a stone fortress of bloodthirsty werewolves on their own. They also put away the contempt and disdain for the council in their hearts, but turned to that one. The terrible chief was so jealous that he didn't dare to behave like the last time, and just perfunctory. So, they packed up their bags and brought the elite of their men to the banquet south.

Even in the northwest, the poison bite clan who was hired by the lizard people to fight the main guerrillas of Horus sent their only heir to participate in Toria's feast. For a time, countless flags with different faces and styles floated on the spire of Tiefengbao, and countless people and horses in different dresses walked on the narrow streets, complaining about the rocky pavement inside the mountains and rivers, wearing them hard. Horseshoe.

Painhurs looked at these compatriots who had never met with interest. Some clans are dressed in ragged clothes, like uncivilized savages. They are covered with primitive runes. On animal skin clothes, pink flesh and tendons hang a string of pale skeletons. And some clans, dressed in gorgeous clothes, look like the aristocratic princes and nobles. The golden ornaments on their bodies clinked with their progress, reflecting the brilliant golden light in the sun.

Some clans are unconventional, with three noisy goblin archers strapped to their backs. In this way, when fighting, four sharp feather arrows can be shot in four directions at the same time. But some clans are old-fashioned. It is believed that the former, this shameful act of being ridden by a foreign race violated the code of the kingdom.

Two people from different clans quarreled for a long time, and finally decided to put the matter into force. So, after bursts of screams, there was a hedgehog lying on the ground, with feather arrows studded in his body, the bloody remains of a man and horse, and two goblin corpses that were shot through the key.

"Time: The eleventh year of Chief Anran's reign, the eleventh full moon. Location: Tiefeng Fort. In order to maintain the face of the clan, in the dispute with other clans, the battle lost two goblins. Seeing victory in the contest, it is the long face of the clan. In the case of, ask the chief to ration two goblins for free...preferably a goblin mage."

The curiosity of the pale white horse grew stronger. These "comrades" with different styles greatly increased his interest.

Some clans acted recklessly. They shuttled through the crowded streets like a gust of wind. Amidst the screams and roars of nearby people and horses, they only left a trail of dark backs that gradually faded away, and a series of careless arrogant laughter.

However, some clans have strict discipline: ten strong men and horses wearing studded leather armor, carrying bows, arrows, and spears and big shields, under the command of the chief, stood neatly in front of a small stall like pine and cypresses. The mare selling snacks curled up into a ball, shivering in the shadows, and only when he was sure that the other party was not here to pick something up, he let out a long sigh of relief.

These soldiers neatly took over the roasted meat sold by the hawker, and ate the food in their hands with almost the same movements and at the same speed. And put out a totem of thunder and lightning on the table with the clean bones.

After centuries of separation, the customs and habits of the people and ethnic groups who came together again have been very different. Painhurs can't even see that they once shared a common culture and ancestors.

"Yo! Chief Christina! Acting Chief Painhurs!"

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang in the sky. A group of ravens full of ghosts and charms landed beside the Bloodfury clan, and transformed into a single animal skin decorated with blood and green leaves, and withered bones holding white bone artifacts. Centaur. The headed person shook off a beautiful soft emerald green hair. A delicate gray face was revealed.

"Ah, this is not Chief Abhuos!" Christina greeted happily.

"Why do you want to become crows and fly in the sky?"

"Ah, this small castle now houses too many people, and the ground is too crowded." Abhuos carefully arranged his shoulders, decorated with dense green leaves like snake scales. With a delicate and beautiful face like a girl, he spoke a string of low and heavy male voices.

"So, if you can fly, why do you have to squeeze with these stinky sweaty guys with their coats on their coats?"

"That's right, right now, how many representatives of the clans are here? What are their characteristics?" After the greeting, Painhurs eagerly wanted to learn more from his old friend.

"Long-lost hit the nail on the head. Seven clans are here. The remaining six may still be on the way." Abhuos rolled his eyes, but still answered his question.

"In addition to the golden shoes, withered bones, and blood fury, there are also thunder spear, wind howl, gray mane, and Delo. I don't know the latter two very well. You see, those who stand like puppets, follow the commander's group action. The men and horses are brothers and sisters of the Thunderpike clan. They regard every trivial matter in their lives as military training, and they must maintain perfect discipline even when eating a meal. They may have been soldiers of the ancient kingdom before. The clan has strict internal disciplines and prohibits them. Their leader is not called a chief, but instead is called a "doumanke" commander in the wooden language.

And those who run around like fools are the lunatics of the Feng Howling clan. They are experts in guerrilla tactics, after the separation. Their lunatic chief seemed to follow a certain lord of the elemental plane and made some ulterior transactions. They are secretive about the specific content. However, after waiting for hundreds of years, these guys more or less have some wind element bloodlines, and most of the warlocks with the wind element bloodline are going to die. For the problem of warlocks, maybe you can discuss with them. Fan. "

Chapter 93 : Chief Wind Howl

"Ah, yes," said Chief Withered Bones, suddenly remembering something. "Let's go, I will take you to a good place. Where can you meet more people."

"Okay, let's go." Christina readily agreed to the other party's invitation. With Painhurs, Caen, and thirty heavy armored fearless, followed by the druid priests of Abhors, left the shop.

"Look, silver coat! I've seen it for the first time! What a rare coat color, really as white as ice and snow!"

"Wow, and this muscle curve! It's perfect!"

"It looks very soft, it must be very comfortable to the touch..."

Feeling the fierce sight of countless groups around him, once again gathered on his pale and handsome horse, Painhurs rubbed his forehead speechlessly. This situation reminded him of the scene where he had just joined the Bloodfury clan-the camp. The girls here were all yelling and yelling when they saw themselves for the first time. With the passage of time, they slowly faded.

Maybe, I should learn from the descendants of God? The guy wrapped himself so tightly that he couldn't see the color of his coat at all.

Just as the warlock was thinking about it, he suddenly felt his waist, being held tightly by a soft, hot arm.

The pale white horse turned her head and saw that Christina looked like a cat guarding her cub, hugging herself nervously, glaring at the female compatriots who cast fiery eyes around.

"Wearing complete Chimera fur, he is the chief of the Bloodfury clan, ah...there is no show." Rouge Liema's exceptionally unique costume was immediately recognized by outsiders. The girls who didn't dare to provoke the chieftain made a disappointed voice one by one, hooked their shoulders on their backs, and turned away reluctantly.

I don't know how long after walking in the crowd, the group finally came to the southernmost part of the fortress.

There are more people and horses gathered here, with different costumes and compatriots standing together on their backs, raising a skull wine glass full of fine wines to numb their nerves.

These hilarious people, constantly raising their slender front legs, using their hard horseshoes as drums, slammed on the wooden floor frantically, mixed with excitement cheers, frustrated sighs, triumphant roars, and mixed sounds. A monstrous sound wave rushed into the high clouds.

"What are they doing?" Christina, who was quarreled by the monstrous sound, covered her right ear unhappily.

Holding the left hand of Painhurs' body, at the moment of releasing it, he put five soft and white fingers on his lover's body again.

The pale white horse smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and gently covered the soft earlobe of Rouge Liema. She shielded her from the noisy sounds nearby.

"Ah, this was originally a barbarian market. We cleaned up the paving and pulled up some wooden stakes to become an arena for [communication] between the clans."

Abhuos rubbed his ears that were noisy by the sound waves, and led everyone, among the bustling horses, to squeeze out a passage with difficulty. A huge open area immediately caught everyone's eyes, dozens of idle horses. People who are bored or want to win glory for the clan, amidst the thunderous applause of the audience, they fought wildly together.

We can only choose wooden blunt weapons. This is all the rules of [internal communication].

Dozens of young priests who have just stepped into the path of druids prayed to the gods for healing magic. While exercising their ability to cast spells, after the end of the game, the bruised men of various races healed the horror. Injury.

Next to them, there are several golden horses and horses wearing gold ornaments, gathering crowds to sell winning gambling vouchers, trying to make more money for expensive jewellery in this exchange meeting.

"Introduce you, see, that muscular sister is expensive. She is the chief of the Stormpike clan, Kressa." Abhors pointed to the tallest and burly horse on the field, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Kresa is eight feet tall, with countless huge muscles squeezed into a firm mass on the surface of her skin. Holding an equally strong man and horse with her bare hands, she alive lifted the nearly one-ton robes above her head!

The corner of Painhurs' mouth also twitched involuntarily. Christina also has muscles, but most of them are hidden in her fair skin and graceful figure. The six-pack abs on Xiaoman's waist makes this rouge horse full of wild beauty.

But the chief of the Stormpike clan... the huge, hard muscles are as big as rocks, exposed to the air, making her more like the protein queen in biology textbooks.

"Ah, there is that." Abhuos found the second chief in the auditorium. Six of the thirteen chiefs have yet to arrive. The seven leaders who came first had nothing to do all day, so they had to soak in the arena to pass the time.

"Look, that beautiful girl with two elves on her back. Her name is An Ran. She is the chief of the Tasmar clan. This clan is nomadic in the Transcaucasus region between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea. Demons trade.

Perhaps because of living in the gap between two powerful kingdoms, the Tasmar clan gradually gave up the pride of its ancestors and became a group of pragmatists. Soldiers will carry some alien archers, or casters into the battlefield. The two elf priests are her guards and her male favorites. "

Speaking of this, Abhuos glanced at his side without leaving a trace.

"It's strange, why didn't I see the chief of the Wind Howl clan... shouldn't, that lunatic didn't come to the arena?"

Chief Withered Bones looked around, trying to find the figure of an old friend. Suddenly, a tyrannical wind fell from the sky. The huge wind pressure almost bends everyone's knees. After raging, the terrifying airflow quickly twisted into a man and horse.

Slender tall slender body, soft and flowing snow-green hair, and a cute face with a little baby fat. Chief Wind Howl looks like ghosts all over his body. There are no irises and pupils inside his eye sockets. Instead, wisps of crackling storm current escape. Let her have a refreshing black short hair, just like a lion's mane, standing upright.

"Abuhors! You guy wants to come to the arena to make two gestures? Come on, without that damn sickle, I will definitely be able to trample you under the hoof!"

"Calm down, you lunatic. Look, this lady in Chimera skin is the famous Bloodfury Chief." The Withered Bone Chief said coldly.

"Christina, this bastard who is only half related to everyone, is the leader of the Wind Howl clan, Maid."

"Hey! You non-male and female monster, who bastard!" Mead said carelessly, hugging Chief Withered Bone's shoulder.

Because there were no pupils, Rouge Liema couldn't determine where the opponent was looking. However, the current in Chief Wind Howl's eyes flickered more and more intensely.

"Chief of the Bloodfury clan."

Chief Wind Howl squinted his eyes, and the storm current in his eyes made a harsh scream.

"Will you come to the court to communicate? Your opponent is the daughter of Karamayr, Chief Windhowl, 1st-level barbarian and 5th-level warlock."

"I am willing to accompany you." The pride in Rouge Lima's heart did not allow her to show weakness in front of another clan chief. So readily agreed.

"Your opponent is the daughter of Anna, the bloodraged chief, a level 6 barbarian."

Chapter 94: Blood Fury VS Wind Howl (Part 1)

The news that the two chiefs were about to "communication" swept across the arena like a violent wind, and there were a large number of people who wanted to see the excitement. Accompanied by the noisy hoof sound, scrambled to gather. Some hawkers running around took the opportunity to sell specialty foods that ghosts know where they looted and bought and sold—wait, that green thing, is it a watermelon?

"The Howling Chief, who comes and goes like a ghost, fights against the Bloodfury Chief who took the lead in taking the human fortress! Come, come, bet! For every two silver coins you pay, you can earn an extra silver coin!" The guys of the Jinlu clan also squeezed into the center of the arena with several horses full of items. They used arcane tricks to create some seals with patterns, dipped in the blood of cows and sheep, and printed them in neatly cut pieces. On leather.

Painhurs glanced at it, and the stamp was engraved with the names of the two chiefs of the wooden clan, and beside it was decorated with a lot of fancy and beautiful patterns to prevent others from cheating. Every two silver coins can be exchanged for a cut lambskin. After the battle, those who win the bet can use these original bills to exchange more coins.

Those sheepskins are extremely dull, rough, and unusually old in appearance, and the imprints are still blood... It seems that the people of the Jinlu clan are very profitable. After the leather is recovered, it can be printed by washing it with water. Add the names of other people, and then use them.

Under the fierce gaze of hundreds of centaurs and horses, the two centaurs slowly stepped onto the battlefield. Christina had already anticipated the battle and prepared a whole bag of crossbow bolts without iron arrow clusters in advance. Pick up a wooden giant sword dedicated to martial arts. And Med, holding two long slender knives, pulled out a pair of beautiful sword flowers in his hands.

Accompanied by the sound of a high-pitched and stern horn, strands of terrifying scarlet smoke slowly ooze out of the Howling Chief. The thin and illusory lavender body envelops her six limbs and hundreds of skeletons in a shocking mass. In the mist of blood.

"Furious as soon as the fight starts? She is a melee spellcaster just like Painhurs?" Christina raised her eyebrows, thinking in surprise.

The densely dense bloodshots immediately covered her scarlet pupils, which were as bright as rubies, and her white skin that could be broken by a bomb. In a flash, she turned into a coquettish rouge face, and a bunch of scarlet smoke that was also shocking came from her body. Inside, every pore spreads out, gathering, condensing, circling, and flying into a cloud of bloody smoke!

Seeing that the opponent had turned into a violent state as expected, Med's thin mouth, like a blade, raised a nice arc, and the four snow-blue horseshoes instantly turned into a whirling gust of wind, lifting her to a high level. The sky is only in place, leaving a cloud of bloody mist?

"Hahaha! Get fooled! Chief Christina! It wasn't the bloody steam produced by violent raging at all, but a mass of red dye engulfed in the storm! How about, I imitated it, right? Hahaha!"

The snow green centaur hovering high in the sky gave out a triumphant laugh. "Next, as long as you wait until your violent raging is over and you enter a state of exhaustion, you can easily win this battle!"

"Wow!!!"

Christina didn't reply, she backhanded out a heavy crossbow that had been wound up, and shot a heavy and heavy wooden stick against the half-element flying in the sky, and hit Maide firmly. On the opponent's white skin, accompanied by a burst of crisp cracking sound, he struck a thick bruise on his left shoulder.

"Cross-shaped bow? This ghost is so fast!" Mead muttered to himself while clutching his injured left shoulder, turning into a whirlwind of horseshoes, quickly climbing to the height of the flight, trying to rush out of that strange weapon The range of fire. Even the strongest man and horse can only sustain this violent state for about sixty seconds. As long as he lasts until that time, he can easily defeat the fatigued Chief Christina!

"Shhh—"

Seeing the shameless behavior of Chief Wind Howl as always, the onlookers who ate the melons tasted the "special food from Africa" ​​of the Greymane clan and drank dissatisfiedly. But Mead, who was floating in the air, not only was not ashamed, but laughed wildly and did a few difficult moves, avoiding the heavy crossbow arrows that came from howling.

"Calm down, calm down." Christina in a violent state tried to maintain her sanity. The opponent's main business is a warlock. From start to finish, he didn't cast any long-range spells. He could fly, but he didn't carry long-range attack weapons such as bows and arrows. This shows that her flight status has quite a few limitations, and the duration may be shorter than violent!

Sure enough, after a minute, Mead frowned and landed on the arena uncomfortably. The four crazily spinning storms turned into snow-blue slender horseshoes again. However, Christina's violent state is still not over!

"61, 62, 63..." Chief Wind Howl frowned, uncomfortably counting the time the other party remained violent. At the same time, he drew out two slender wooden swords and overlapped them into a cross-shaped outfit on the flat chest, barely blocking the opponent's heavy sword slash.

"boom!!!"

Hell, this blood-stained compatriot may be second only to the muscle idiot of the Stormpike clan!

"100, 101, 1... Damn! Why isn't your violent end over!!!" Mead reluctantly blocked every powerful and heavy attack from the opponent, with terrifying force, following the wooden weapons, Her mouth was numb and her arms were sore. The pace under the hooves became more and more chaotic.

"I also want to ask you why you can fly!" Christina skillfully waved the huge sword in her hand, and maximized the length of the weapon. With her violent power of terror, she completely suppressed the use of two short knives. A dexterous enemy.

Suddenly, the rouge horse wielded the huge sword and gently raised it. Immediately afterwards, the wooden weapon located high in the sky was slashed down fiercely! Wiping the skin of Chief Wind Howling that can be broken by bullets, on the wooden floor, a dense and terrifying crack like a spider web was smashed!

"I remember, the bloody rage of the legendary death Fang Xiu is actually true!" Chief Wind Howl endured the fiery pain on his cheek, and his whole person turned into a huge tornado whirlwind! The violent lavender air flow even rolled up nearby peels, garbage, and even a few sheepskins printed with complicated patterns, causing some screams from the audience. Christina, who was caught in the airflow, found it extremely difficult to even move a finger! If it were not for the inherent terrifying quality of the centaur, maybe she had been drawn into the high sky by the air current!

"call--"

With the strong wind, Mead, who reluctantly pushed the rouge horse towards the end of the arena, returned to the form of a man and horse on the other side of the arena. In a short period of time, after several elementalizations, she was already wet with sweat and panting. Pulling out a few black hairs from the backpack, he quickly chanted complex and mysterious spells, making his slender and tall body more illusory and ethereal. Behind him, there was even a faint shadow of a black cat.

Christina hurriedly shook her horse's hoof and charged forward, trying to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting. Chimera's two huge fleshy wings, which were used as cloaks, were raised high by the wind and hunted in the air. The three skulls of sheep, tigers, and dragons are all over the holes, and the evil skulls of white bones, after being blown by the strong wind, are even more like dying, making a creepy whistling sound! Several horses and horses standing right across from the Bloodfury Chief were scared and almost fainted-what kind of people in front of them are compatriots wearing dragon skins, they are clearly a huge and terrifying flying monster! ! !

However, it was still too late. The two thin wooden short knives in the hands of Chief Wind Howl had already shone with a blue arcane splendor! At the moment when the three wooden weapons were clashing, a terrible red steam really burned up on Maid's body! The blue arc in the pupil has also turned into a scarlet and dazzling blood!

The violent state of the barbarian!

"I can only maintain this state for forty-eight seconds. I must win the battle in a short time!"

Chapter 95: Blood Fury VS Wind Howl (Part 2)

As the leader of a clan, Maid has experienced many battles and has never seen any monsters. Naturally, he will not be frightened and fainted by the corpse of a Yalong. Under the blessing of [Cat's Elegance] spell, Chief Wind Howl is like a group of ethereal ghosts. Deftly passed Christina's heavy blow, and went around to Christina's side.

Two thin wooden knives shining with arcane brilliance, tracing countless elegant blue arcs in the air, like a storm, falling on the pale golden fur of Chimera!

"Cut--" Painhurs tilted his head to the left and whispered to Magnus who was eating melons and watching the show, but before he could finish his words, a big gray hand was placed on his right. Over the shoulder.

"Brother, this is a sacred game of centaurs and horses. Don't make any small moves. Everyone here, at least two chief-level figures, if they are seen through, it will affect not only the two of you, but even the entire bloodanger clan. ." Abhuos squinted his eyes and issued a solemn warning.

"The other party is a warlock, but...Her Familiar has never appeared from beginning to end! I just want Magnus to investigate it." The pale white horse bit his lip and was in the ear of the Chief Withered Bone. , Speaking very anxiously.

"This is against the rules! I think you are a calm and ruthless acting chief who has been dazzled by love." Abhuos said firmly. "Relax, Chief Christina, after spending so long with you warlock, she will never forget the fact that the other party hides a demon pet."

"Cut--" Painhurs reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​cheating, watching the game in front of the stage nervously. The Bloodfury Chief's offensive became more and more intense. The wooden giant sword cut the air and made a terrifying whistling sound. The Howling Chief, whose arm was so sore that he did not dare to take it, had to jump away from her and return to one. Quite an awkward distance.

However, Mead, who was suppressed by the opponent's weapon length, could always use his super agility and reaction speed to pinpoint the flaws, re-attach to Christina's hard-to-reach side, brandishing two enchanted knives, and slashing across countless blue azure knives. Elegant arc-but the enemy is wearing a Chimera armor that covers the whole body!

The coat of the lower half of the sagittarius has excellent warmth and natural protection, which is comparable to ordinary leather armor. Therefore, many sagittarius will only wear warm clothes and hard armor on their soft human bodies. But...there is always something out of the ordinary, who like to wear a hard armor that can cover the whole body. Under the double protection, it is really difficult to cause decisive damage only by relying on two enchanted wood chips.

The battle gradually came to a stalemate. Christina's bloody rage, although it can be sustained indefinitely, but at the cost of continuous loss of her life. Facing the agile enemy who was like a greasy mouse, the rouge horse had to turn into a defensive position-when it was dragged to the end of the violent state, and tired enough to run, Mead would naturally become his own. He was defeated.

"It's now!"

Seeing the bloody arrogance wrapped around his body, slowly dimmed, and even turned into nothingness, the bloody chief who wanted to show his strength in front of the clans and lovers, he took a long sigh of relief, relaxed his vigilance, and rounded it up. The long sword in his hand stabbed fiercely at the panting, extremely tired Chief Wind Howl.

However, the other party caught Christina's relaxation for a moment, a flash of dark green lightning, suddenly, whizzed out from her sleeve, and hit her swan-like slender neck fiercely!

Super small viper!

Painhurs instantly recognized the tiny dark green lightning, and the opponent used the wind pressure to pop a deadly dark green snake from the dark! He wanted to do something, but it was too late. The scary little thing had opened its mouth dripping with mucus, and pierced the two hollow, hideous fangs into the bloody chief. in!

The venom glands in the throat quickly secrete poison that can kill adults, and through the hollow fangs, it is injected into Christina's body.

"Give up! The bloody chief! This thing is very poisonous, even if it is a strong man, there is a danger of sudden death! As long as you give up, I will detoxify you!"

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At the moment when the poisonous snake was thrown, Med was also hit by the opponent's wooden sword, and hit her flat chest severely. Without the protection of the fat layer, she might be broken by one or two ribs, plus the frailty after the violent state. , Chief Wind Howl is no longer able to fight.

"At this point, how could I give up!" Christina felt dizzy, and the deadly venom had spread inside her body. Suddenly, she thought of something. She threw away the heavy sword like a mountain with both hands. With the last of her strength, she grabbed the seven inches of the poisonous snake on her neck, slowly took out the heavy crossbow with the string in her right hand, and aimed it at it. That little guy's head.

"Give up, Chief Windhowl! Otherwise, your familiar will kill me! I understand the consequences of the death of the warlock familiar! Your soul will suffer terrible damage that cannot be repaired in a short period of time!

By the way, you may not know that our bloodfury clan has fought with the orcs of the snakebite clan for decades, and the surviving members generally possess extremely high toxin resistance. Otherwise, we will not be able to eliminate the green-skinned tribes that breed poisons! I don't care about this little poison! "

"Is this true?" Abhuos asked with some hesitation, turning his head.

"No! Fake! Wouldn't it be okay to just wield the long sword to kill the other party? Why nonsense! The toxin has already occurred, making it difficult for her to wield the heavy wooden sword! She is using her life in exchange for glory!" Si wanted to stop his lover's behavior, but hesitated to put down the forefoot.

Christina is a very proud girl. In front of so many outsiders, not only did they not support her behavior, but persuaded her to give up in a desperate way to save her life? Is this behavior really good? Forget it! In case she loses the bet, she will tear off the hidden turban and put the witchcraft crown on her head, so that the rouge horse will instantly have the ability to be immune to toxins, ignoring the pollution of toxins!

As for fighting for the crown of the descendants of God? Come on, who is afraid of whom? !

Thinking of this, Painhurs stared at the table nervously, ready to rush out, and instantly get rid of the toxins when the opponent loses the bet. And Chief Wind Howl fell into silence after listening to the threatening speech from the other side. It seems that I want to delay time to verify the authenticity of the opponent's anti-toxicity.

Rouge Liema tried to restrain the trembling of her body, the scenery in front of her spun wildly, and the greasy dizziness made her nauseous and nauseous, bursts of pain came from her chest, and the frequency of heartbeat became more and more disordered. However, she still maintained her normal appearance!

"I only count three! The Howling Chief! Three!"

Seeing that she could no longer support her, Christina had no choice but to growl sternly, trying to use the countdown to disrupt her opponent's thinking. The index finger of his right hand also slowly tightened the trigger of the crossbow.

"two!"

"You..." Maid was a big man, she didn't seem to lose to the chieftain of another clan in front of everyone, and she didn't want to let her soul suffer hard to recover! The deadly countdown of the other party seriously affected her thoughts!

"One!"

"Give up! I give up! Give me back the demon!!!" Chief Wind Howl raised his hand helplessly and surrendered. The court immediately remembered the thunderous, deafening cheers and wailing sounds-the former was the tribe who bought the victory of the Bloodwrath Chief, and the latter was the tribe who was defeated by betting on the rouge horse.

"Christina!"

In the surging sound waves like a sea tide, Painhurs, like a winter storm, instantly rushed into his lover's side, and hugged the rouge horse in a comatose state. He just wanted to take off the crown and a gold The two colors of green intertwined with each other, extremely bright, and the dazzling sacred beam of light penetrated into the body of Chief Bloodrage, removing the deadly toxins for her.

"Pale horse, I warned you, no matter what you encounter, don't show your crown! Just tell me the little thing about detoxification! At this moment, the Centaur Kingdom cannot withstand the second division and civil strife!"

Abhors frowned, slowly leaning close to Painhurs' ear, and said coldly.