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Chapter 96: The New Plan

Abhuos and his priests quickly healed the injuries of the two chiefs. The defeated Chief Wind Howl, after a few seconds of depression, regained that kind of carefree character. The four ghostly ghostly snow-green horseshoes instantly walked to Christina's side.

A thin, white left arm straddled the four heads near her neck, and the soft skin gently rubbed the Chimera leather armor, among the pale golden hairs, and enthusiastically embraced the right shoulder of Chief Bloodwrath.

At the same time, Mead's right hand turned into a small storm, accurately rolling up the fruit snacks in front of him, and sending them to his mouth without caring - those things were bought by Painhurs.

"Woo, my position in the council is about to bottom out. I was first beaten by the muscular sister Gui Gui from Thunder Pike, and then yelled by the priest of the Withered Bones clan. I almost won, but I was beaten by you again. I bluffed and surrendered!" The Howling Chief pretended to be pitiful, trying to win the sympathy of the other party, so that the compatriots in front of her would no longer care about the fact that she was eating and drinking. "The face of the ancestors of the clan will all be lost by me!"

"Oh? So, how powerful are the chiefs of the Stormpike clan?" Christina rolled her eyes, and kindly wrapped her arms around the opponent's neck, trying to extract more information.

"Ah, every time I mention her, the bones all over my body will ache." Chief Wind Howl shivered involuntarily. "Just like you, she relies on the absolute superiority of strength and physique to completely crush the enemy. However, the expensive power of the muscle sister, I am afraid that it is above you, it is almost a half man and a half horse. Titan in the shape of a giant."

While chewing on the slices of meat, Mead complained of dissatisfaction.

"Let me do the math. I have not challenged the chiefs of the Greymane clan and the Jinlu clan. The former has never been to the arena at all, and the latter... the golden girl, the equipment is too luxurious to offend , Can't afford it."

Just when the horses and men were fighting like a raging fire, a round of blood-like magnificent sun slowly sank into the mountains and rivers of the west. The druids of various clans also indicated that the spell slots were exhausted. The people who didn't want to be tied up on the stage, or died in internal communication, or clutching broken bones, who wailed until the morning of tomorrow, had to end today's game in anguish.

Several compatriots selling gambling vouchers also left the venue with a smile on their horses, which was full of coins and sheepskins.

"Let's go, Rouge." After just a few hours, the familiar Meade had skipped the nickname stage and took on the nickname directly. She raised two illusory slender arms and gestured like antlers on both sides of her head. "The golden light with two branches must be prepared inside the human fortress, waiting for our visit."

"By the way...Why do you keep eating all day, and your body is as immature and weak as a sapling?" Christina murmured silently.

"Because I am a semi-elemental creature." Chief Wind Howl said confidently. "I need a lot of energy to maintain the serious loss caused by every elementalization. In fact, when I first came to Tiefengbao, I was also a man of standard physique. It's just that I have been playing too hard these days."

Christina smiled and shook her head. The group slowly came to the huge fortress in the east of the castle. Only here can they barely accommodate the oversized size of the men and horses. The descendants of God's Choice even ordered their men to widen the stone building, all the doors inside, and clear the rooms of the original Gothic nobles, covered with pale golden cats. Human fur, as his new bedroom.

No way, there are only these lion-headed guys nearby, with a lot of beautiful fur that is close to golden. The mattress can't be dyed. If it fades, it's not very troublesome to clean it if it rubs against your silky and beautiful coat.

While transforming the bedroom, Chief Jinlu also made drastic changes to the barbarian's most spacious conference hall. All the tables and chairs suitable for humanoid creatures were chopped off for firewood and replaced with sheets of comfortable sheepskin on the backhand. The clansmen lay lazily on it, listening to their own strategic deployment, while eating her meticulously prepared delicacies.

In order to entertain these chiefs from afar, the descendants of God have been hosting a feast for many days, with soft cheese, salted barbecue, and the fragrant melons and fruits brought by the Greymane clan from Asia Minor. There are even some rare honeys.

The Greymane clan was once a mercenary in the Eastern Roman Empire. They walked down the grassland all the way south, crossed the Caucasus Mountains by mistake, and were active in Armenia, acting as scouts for the empire.

After hearing that the northern tribes gathered again, these guys pretended to agree to the request of the empire to join the vast war in the South against Sassan, and after asking for a deposit and food from Augustus, they immediately turned around and left again. Once on the Caucasus mountain road, he fled without looking back, making Arcadius very angry.

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When she was full of wine and food, Tolia patted her palms, and several people and horses immediately carried six large wooden boxes, and respectfully dragged them to the front of the six clan chiefs. Christina opened the box curiously, and saw that there were some newly-forged iron arrow clusters and slender spear tips-this is nothing unusual, and the Bloodfury clan will also forge it.

But... underneath these weapons is a long-sleeved chain mail specially forged for centuries! Thousands of sturdy iron rings are densely woven together, covering the entire human body. Only the front circle of these special armors continues to be woven downwards, just like a curtain of steel, just blocking everyone. The chest and abdomen of the steed exposed directly in front.

"Oh my God! A tailor-made chain mail for men and horses?!"

Maid yelled in disbelief. "Bling! Do you still retain the craftsmanship for forging chain mail?"

"Of course, the chain mail was originally invented by our people!" Chief Jinlu raised his head proudly. "As long as I have enough iron ore, and enough time, I can protect all the people of my tribe with strong steel!

Today, we have laid down important mineral veins for mankind. There is no shortage of iron ingots for the time being, but the manpower is seriously insufficient. Therefore, I want to ask the chiefs to invite all the blacksmiths to come to this city, and I will teach them the art of forging wire without reservation! The finished products are divided equally among everyone! After all, the manufacturing process of chain mail is really cumbersome, and with all the efforts of the craftsmen of the whole family, only one can be made every day. Does anyone object to this suggestion? "

"No objection, no objection, I'll write a letter right now to bring all the craftsmen within the clan over." The chief of the Stormpike clan hurriedly shook his head, exchanging technology and finished products unconditionally? A fool would refuse such a good thing.

Pain Hess looked at the chain mail on Rouge Lima's hand. The closure of each iron ring had not been welded or riveted. It's just simply stuck together. But in this remote place, it can be regarded as a very reliable armor-the descendant of God is really powerful, first to show strength, then to draw people's hearts, in the long run, maybe she can really reunite the people... ·

"Brothers and sisters! I want to turn this fortress into the military fortress of the Centaur Kingdom! Provide a steady stream of weapons and armors for our brave warriors! At the same time, we go south, over the mountains, and looting The richest seaport granary in the Eastern Gothic Kingdom-Diodosia! Obtain enough food reserves to sustain our large-scale military operations! Are you okay?"

"Yes!"

"delicious!"

"Pillager! Conquer! Kill!"

"Alan, Nure's chosen descendant!!!"

The people attending the banquet clapped their hands and applauded the chief's plan. A tumultuous noise pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to the highest level!

Compared with farming, nomadism is an extremely fragile and unstable economic system. A heavy snowfall can push the tribe to the brink of destruction. Therefore, in order to maintain their livelihoods, nomads regard plundering and invasion as the same as farmers planting seedlings and sowing seeds, which is a necessary behavior to obtain living resources.

Even farmers under the feudal system will rebel into bandits and bandits when they cannot pay taxes or eat food due to natural disasters. Not to mention the looting nomadic cavalry! The grassland athletes who come and go like the wind will use bloody wars to plunder the resources for survival and transfer the contradictions within the tribe.

Choosing between starving to death by yourself or starving to other people? This has nothing to do with good and evil, it's just a simple predator of the weak.

Chapter 97: Failed Negotiations

Just as the seven chiefs were gearing up to start a new war, the strong castle gate was pushed open from the outside by someone unknown, and on the floor, there was a very harsh rubbing sound. Let the noisy and cheerful sound waves mix into a chaotic noise.

Chief Jinlu frowned displeased. The guards of the clans also looked out the door vigilantly, wanting to see which guy dared to interrupt the meeting of the chiefs.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ah, I am the eighth one to arrive." A string of sweet and crisp childish laughter like a silver bell slowly floated from the door, four horses A tall centaur dressed in linen, with a bow and arrow on his back, and a poisonous snake wrapped around his arm, holding four poisoned spears with a dark green snake flag. Slowly walked into the center of the hall.

Painhurs rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Hell, Abhors was as beautiful as a girl, but his voice was extremely low and hoarse. But why do these four big guys in front of them utter such ethereal and beautiful immature female voices?

Other compatriots also had the same doubts as the pale white horse. Staring at this group of guys from afar incomprehensibly.

Suddenly, the four arms of the viper-wrapped centaur quickly spread out to the surroundings, revealing the leader surrounded by them-it was a young pony. It seems to be at most one and a half years old, or even younger. It is as delicate and lovely as a porcelain doll carved out of jade. There was a trace of fleshy baby fat on the puff's little face.

On her small and lovely horse body, every light golden fluff was trembling gently, and the dark brown pony tail swayed uncomfortably from side to side, which proved the fear and anxiety in this little guy's heart.

Then, she had to show an unruly and arrogant look in front of the seven chiefs. That lofty and invincible look suddenly appeared on the face of a lovely loli, which was extremely funny, and successfully made a laugh. Everyone.

"Don't laugh! What's ridiculous! What is in front of you is the next chief of the poison bite clan! Lilian!" The only daughter of the poison bite chief blushed and made an angry voice mixed with grievances, with lovely golden eyes. Tears filled his eyes. This appearance, on the contrary, aroused the joking of other clans.

"So cute!"

Chief Wind Howl rushed out of the seat first, like a breeze, and easily bypassed the four guards, gently grabbed the cute little mare, lifted her high, and the lightning lingering in the eyes crackled There was a sound, and countless small silver stars burst out.

"Ahem, chiefs, please don't tease the only daughter of our leader anymore. Below is the guard who bites the chief: Aza. Instead of biting the clan, deal with everything here." The burly man and horse at the head are neither humble nor humble. Bowed to Meade. From the hands of the chief, he snatched back the scared person Maroli.

"Sorry, our clan and the werewolf frenzy that came out inexplicably from all directions have fallen into a bitter battle and are temporarily unable to escape. Therefore, the chief sent me to attend the meeting instead of him, and by the way, take her only child and leave the north. An extremely dangerous war zone."

"It's okay. I understand your plight." Toria coughed twice and returned to her usual majestic posture. Speaking lightly. "Welcome the bitter compatriots to become a member of the council. How many soldiers did you bring on this trip? In order to maintain enough food and grass, we are preparing to attack a port city full of werewolves. I also hope to get your support."

"Not much, just a hundred poison archers." Under the protection of the guards, after feeling safe, Lilith rekindled her confidence and poked her head out from behind the tribe again. Loudly answered the question of God's chosen descendants. "However, when it comes to werewolves, we have brought a gift that will surprise you!"

"Then, the future Chief Biting Chief. Excuse me, what's the surprise?" Compared to the Howling Chief who jumped up and down like a madman, Chief Golden Foot showed great restraint. She gently bent down her horseshoe and smiled with Loli's eyes normally. Asked.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Lilian did not answer. Instead, she patted her hands lightly. Two more poisonous soldiers with snakes wrapped around their arms grabbed a human being tied up with five flowers and brought them to the center of the hall. He looked very burly and majestic, and under his tousled silver hair, he half-concealed a rather handsome vicissitudes of life.

No, he is not human! The inside of this creature's eye sockets are occupied by dense bloodshot eyes-this is a bloodthirsty and terrifying animalized werewolf!

"Aza, take out the ball of cloth that is blocking his mouth, damn werewolf, repeat your words to me!"

"Yes."

The brawny man with his arms wrapped in snakes, brandishing a spear, accurately picked up the cloth ball in the human mouth. Eugene grinned, and after moving some stiff mouth muscles, he coldly looked at the half-man and half-horse monsters around him, recalling the diplomatic rhetoric that Horus had confessed to him.

"I came by the order of King Goth, a man. Unconditionally exit Iron Peak Fort! She does not belong to you! You monsters, dare to slaughter our brothers and sisters? Werewolves have limits to their patience! Your Majesty allows you to be in the north. In the grassland, live a free life, and can even support you with a certain amount of food and grass.

However, if you dare to take a step in the Gothic land, you will surely suffer the terrible anger of wolves destroying everything! ! ! "Horus's men were imprisoned for several days by poisonous biting horses and horses. They were already in an extreme state of extreme depression and anger. The soul was also burned with the everlasting anger of the animalized plague, which made him forget to restrain. Roared angrily in lingua franca.

"Accept it, monsters! This is your only choice."

"This... is your wolf king, the words you want to bring to me?" The descendants of God's choice and the surrounding people were instantly irritated by the other's words, and Tolia arrogantly grabbed the back of the werewolf's neck. Treating him as a toy, he lifted it in the air with ease, allowing Eugene to look straight into his horrible eyes burning with endless anger!

"Maybe, when you see the city you are proud of, turning into wasteland under our horseshoes, you can understand our invincible power?

Perhaps, after seeing your weak and ridiculous compatriots, you can understand your weakness and incompetence after seeing the blood flowing down our feathers? Dingo! Quit Tiefeng Fort unconditionally? Give us food? joke! What my descendants want, I can get it myself! No need for your mercy! Tie him to the top of the golden shoe banner and take him to the battlefield! I want this wild dog to see the destruction of Diodosia with his own eyes! "

"Yes!!!"

Chapter 98: Trading behind the scenes

After the chiefs were determined to start a war, they immediately fell into a new round of quarrels. How many soldiers and materials should each of you provide to be fair and reasonable? Who is responsible for charging forward in the war? Who is responsible for covering and outflanking the wings? Who is guarding the rear again?

The most important thing is, who is in charge of this huge mixed army?

Chief An Ran pushed away the two elven male pets who were feeding her, and slowly straightened her elegant and tall body from the soft sheepskin. She just wanted to use the excuse that "the clan is too far from here, the soldiers can't be transferred". To escape the huge burden of war. But suddenly remembering something, and still speaking, his body trembled.

Hell... Toria just said, let them concentrate the blacksmiths inside the castle, so that they would pass on the forging technology of the chain mail to the craftsmen of all races without reservation.

At that time, I raised my hands in agreement!

"Damn!!! I can never say that the blacksmiths in the clan have come, and the soldiers can't come!" Tasmar's chieftain, comprehending the words of the descendant of God, the trap in that language, had to sit back again. Under the entanglement, his brows became numb.

"Among you here, my Jinlu clan is the strongest! I am willing to dispatch a thousand berserkers and a thousand predators."

"Then, the Withered Bones clan is willing to dispatch three hundred druids to assist everyone in the fight."

"I count it, the Wind Howl clan should, probably, be able to take out 700 predators and 100 warlocks with the blood of the wind element to participate in the battle,"

"The thunderbolt clan of the old lady can pull out two thousand elite soldiers with perseverance at any time! Respond to the call of God's choice!"

"The three thousand remaining members of the Greymane clan are all kept inside the castle by you. As long as you lead them, I can take them through fire and water at any time!"

"Well... Tasmar can probably come up with five hundred soldiers. However, there are many servants waiting for me! An army of goblins, humans, and elves will cooperate with everyone in the fight. The number is about Around one thousand and five hundred."

"Well, a lot of people, but our bite clan also has a hundred powerful warriors! And more than two hundred snake pets! It is absolutely impossible to lose to you!"

Listening to the chiefs' speeches, Christina lowered her head to figure out how many soldiers she could bring to the battle. Some clans are really out there. The two thousand people of Thunder Spear were the entire population of the clan. And more clans are hiding and unwilling to do their best: The Jinlu clan is about 10,000 in size, and she has 2,000 people...

Trouble, more people leave, the clan will become extremely empty, and at the same time, it will also bear a more serious burden of war. But with fewer people coming out, it will inevitably be looked down upon by other clans, or even excluded.

Everyone fights together, so you have such a small number of people to fish and paddle?

"There are not many members of the Bloodfury clan. When attacking the throat fortress of humans and opening the way for everyone to survive, it suffered a heavy loss." After weighing it again and again, Rouge Liema finally made a decision. First put the things that you are kind to you and put them on the table: Without our bloody and angry people, fighting in the blood of Vichymiris, you are now buried in the heavy snow in the north and died!

"So, now we can only send out three hundred elite soldiers to respond to the battle. However, there will be fifty hill giants that can act as siege machines, and more than five hundred slave soldiers. On the head of Diodosiya!"

"Very good! Before you fulfill your promise, let's decide on the highest commander of this war." Tolia said softly, playing with the skull vessel in her hand. "Each chief has a vote, which can be voted for the eight chiefs who return. The one with the highest number of votes will be the supreme commander of the battle, is that okay?"

"Support the descendants of God's election!" Chief Jinlu did not say anything. The muscular sister Gui of the Thunderpike clan immediately slapped the table and shouted, for fear that others would not hear her.

"I voted for Chief Golden Foot." The elderly Chief Greymane waved casually. Her clan, who had traveled a long distance from Asia Minor, received a lot of care from Toria, and now some of them are short-mouthed.

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"Three votes in an instant?" Painhurs stopped eating strangely. Suddenly, some enchanting horse maids brought a fragrant roast lamb to the seats of the blood rage, howling, tasmar and the withered bones. The crispy scorched skin is engraved with the delicate characters of the Mu nationality with a knife.

"Support me as the commander-in-chief of this operation, and I will give your clan ten chain mails!"

After the first contact with the parliamentary system of government, the people learned to solicit votes and bribery and cheat without a lesson.

"Don't vote first. This kind of political game is complicated and complicated, simple and simple, but the person who voted in the end can get more voice."

The pale white horse held his forehead speechlessly. Secretly preventing the lover from speaking, his left hand took out a slender copper wire from his waist and used [Communications] to quietly connect to Toria's ears, speaking a hidden word that only two of them could hear.

Although he is extremely tired of such political negotiations, in terms of experience alone, all the people here are younger brothers than himself.

"Too few, I will vote for you for a hundred chain mails."

Toria frowned and stared coldly at the seat of the Bloodfury clan. She just wanted to refuse the other party's rude request. The white horse manipulated a breeze again, wrapped in the words of temptation, and quietly drifted to the Wind Howl clan, that one. The soft ears of the mad chief.

"If you agree to vote for Christina, I will give you twenty chain mail."

Double the bribe!

Mede suddenly became interested and threw the ticket at Christina without hesitation.

"I also cast the Chief Christina of the Bloodfury Clan." Chief Anran of Tasmar, even before receiving Peinhes's highly concealed message, he gleefully said.

Chief Jinlu just cheated her, and the cautious female leader will naturally want to cheat her back.

Abhors hesitated to stand in line and simply abstained. And the moment the guard who bites the chieftain just wanted to vote for Toria for the ten pairs of chain mail, he also received double temptation from the pale white horse.

Three to three! Eight ballots, one abstained, and now only Christina has not voted, which is almost equivalent to controlling the final decision of the parliament!

"How about it, is it too expensive for a hundred chain mail now?"

Tolia looked at the scene in horror. She had to work so hard and burned countless money before she barely exchanged the allegiance of the two clans. However, that pale male horse, unexpectedly got three votes in an instant? !

"Think about it, if you fail to get the status of commander-in-chief this time, my chieftain will lead you to achieve a beautiful victory in the human city! Then, how big a hindrance this will bring to the unification of the people and the races in the future? ?Toriya? Actually, we don't have the idea of ​​fighting for power, we just want to make a little profit."

Knowing these behind-the-scenes manipulations, Chief Golden Footwear could not see the light, gritted his teeth and looked at the pale white horse, and slowly stretched out five slender fingers entangled by vines.

"Fifty? Don't pretend to be poor. The slaves of the Jinlu clan can all be decorated with a golden bell on the chain. How can it be out of stock. Ninety pairs, it can't be lower."

"Cut." Toria, who was forced to a dead end, had no choice but to agree to Painhes's extortion. Nodded helplessly.

"Is it worth it? Deduct the forty chain armors you promised to the other two clans. We are equivalent to using the position of a supreme commander in exchange for fifty armors?" Christina said reluctantly. She also had some vision for that position.

"It's just the temporary commander of this war, there's nothing to dispute," the white white horse whispered softly, clinging to his lover's ear.

"This title is hot. Our clan population has never recovered from the war. The strength is in the parliament, probably at the middle or lower level, or even lower. Not to mention the behemoth Jinlu clan, the other chiefs are also thorns. It's too difficult to command and coordinate them. At present, the priority is to restore clan power."

"Okay, listen to you." Rouge Liema thought for a while, feeling a little reasonable. "I voted for Chief Toria of the Jinlu clan."

Chapter 99: The Battle of Diodosia (1)

A few days later, a huge army of tens of thousands of people gathered at the foot of Tiefeng Fort. For a time, the spear was like a forest, and the banners covered the sky. When the army moved, the sound of dense horseshoes, like countless terrifying thunders, echoed back and forth among the mountains. The giant hills towering into the clouds are taking a terrifying step that makes the earth tremble!

The Descendants of God looked at the grand occasion with satisfaction. Full of confidence in the victory of the war. Under the guidance of the Bloodfury clan, this terrifying army of men and horses. Passing mightily through the hill giant's hometown, a grassland that was warmer and richer than the back of the peninsula was reflected in the pupils of the soldiers. The fly in the ointment is that inside the vast sea of ​​grass, there is a dark wolf shadow, and the roar of wild beasts is mixed with the sound of the turbulent tide.

Such a prominent army has long been in the eyes of Gothic scouts. The general who commanded the werewolves of Diodosia, was the earliest brother and sister of Horus and one of the elders of the werewolves: Javier Loken. Faced with the number of half-man and half-horse, this strong-willed werewolf decided to stand firm and clear the country, firmly staying inside the city, and slowly dragging down the besieged centaur army.

but. The military power of the Gothic Kingdom has been reorganized. After the animalized plague, farmers and herders occupied most of his army. These people would rather die than give up the fertile fields and pastures outside the city. Even more unwilling to stand on the wall, watching his land and property burned to ashes by monsters.

If placed in the past, Gavill only needs to send an army to drive these unsophisticated people back, or even indulge them to death in vain. But now... these people account for 70% of his army! Even higher! When the two sides were arguing and quarreling into the evening, most of the werewolves even gathered together, trying to use a bloody mutiny to let a wise local elder replace the werewolf commander who had landed from Horus.

Gavill sighed. He only brought a thousand elite soldiers. The others were farmers and citizens who had just been transformed in the local area... No way, the werewolf general, so he had to bring a full 20,000 terrifying werewolves with tyrannical sparks in his eyes. , All out. Inside the vast sea of ​​grass, facing Tolia's army of horses.

"Relax, relax, we have twice the number of men and horses. In the form of a giant wolf, the running speed may not lose to these cavalry-like monsters." Gavill secretly inflated himself and slowly stepped into the dignified battlefield. on. He understands that he doesn't need to rely on speeches to cheer his men on. These newcomers who have not yet escaped the fury of beastization are all in a bloodthirsty state on the verge of madness!

At the forefront of the entire army were three thousand werewolf light infantrymen. They held a wooden shield with their left paws. The right hand is holding a sling or a sharp javelin or throwing axe. Prepare to carry out a wave of head-on blows against all the enemies rushing. In front of them, a long row of horse-rejecting wooden stakes was placed to resist the destructive charge of the cavalry.

Behind these light infantry were 10,000 ordinary werewolves holding wooden doors, spears, and even sharpened wooden poles. The weapons and equipment accumulated in the Gothic Kingdom could not keep up with the skyrocketing number of soldiers. The spare weapons on their waists were ordinary kitchen knives and firewood axes.

At the end of the team, there are two thousand skilled archers or local hunters. It holds a simple bow and arrow that weighs in pounds and is far inferior to that of a man and a horse. But it is also one of the few remote support forces in the Gothic Kingdom.

As for the two wings of the army, there are four thousand plastic materials carefully selected by Gavill. They master the power of werewolves far faster than other compatriots. As a result, they received more training and rewards, and better weapons and equipment. Everyone wore leather armor, iron helmets, tomahawks and javelins, and transformed into giant wolves to serve as cavalry.

The last thousand people are the foundation of Gavill's rule: a whole thousand heavy armored infantry in chain mail! They were originally the most brave and eloquent fighters under Vissilius, holding a two-handed axe and standing loyally at the commander's side. Now that they are transformed into werewolves, they look even more mighty and ferocious!

"Yeah! These puppies actually left the fortified city wall and came here tremblingly to welcome their master!" Looking at the waiting army of werewolves, Tolia took out a golden horns and took her The proud voice was amplified and spread to everyone's ears. The confident and humorous words made everyone roar with laughter!

"Well, brothers and sisters, let go of arrows!"

"Alan, the descendant of Nure God's choice!" The people of the Jinlu clan screamed and pulled the bowstring in their hands. Along with the deafening sounds like thunder, 11 thousand horses and horses roared and shot clusters of sharp arrows that could cover the sky! Countless black arrows, howling, screaming, and dancing in the air, densely pierced on the bodies of the werewolves, accompanied by painful wailing and angry roars, blooming blossoms Shocking blood spray!

The giant compound longbow in the centaur's hand, if you don't consider the aim of the head, the range is two to three times that of the Gothic hunting bow, and it is the distance far beyond those of the javelin and the sling! The werewolf light infantry bathed in a rain of arrows suddenly became a mess!

The Goths knew very little about nomads. The knowledge of his own cavalry is limited to using horse speed to break down the enemy line, at most throwing a javelin. The orcs in the east and the goblin cavalry in the north also belong to the same wave, roaring in the name of the gods and charging forward. The heavy cavalry of Rome is already dominated by close combat. This caused Gavill to subconsciously think that the man in front of him is also a melee type monster. He didn't expect that his opponent was a long-range type? !

"Filo! Let your people throw stones!"

Christina raised the battle axe in her hand high, and the puppet king of the hill giant immediately nodded and bowed to the bloodrage chief, and responded with a flattering smile. However, when he turned his head to face the giant hill, he changed into a arrogant posture of aloft and yelled at the tribe. It seems that I want to regain the "dignity" that I have thrown away in front of my compatriots.

Ferrol lifted up the stake with seven giant heads and forced them to join the battle with seven deadly terrifying faces. The hill giant had to pull out huge rocks from behind, and with all his strength, he hurled at the werewolves in the distance. Fifty billowing rocks roared through the air through a deadly arc, like a meteor, smashing into the center of the dense wolves!

There is nothing that can withstand the crushing of boulders. The bones of countless lycanthropes were shaken to powder by the terrifying force, the strong muscles were also crushed into meat sauce by the hard rock, and the scarlet thick blood splattered everywhere, instantly turning the werewolf light infantry into the battle. , Turned into a hideous and terrifying hell of flesh and blood!

After death, these cursed, or "blessed" werewolves changed back to their human appearance, but this lump of bloody rotten flesh remained unchanged, and the gap was not very big.

Chapter 100: The Battle of Diodosia (2)

"Roar!!!"

Bathed in the rain of stone bullets and arrows, the dilemma of the werewolf light infantry, in the bloody tide, one after another roared furiously, they pulled away the tall, sturdy horse-riding stakes in front of them, and landed on their four claws, cracking their bones. In the changing sound of the sound, it turned into a terrifying giant wolf with bloodshot eyes, like a violent wind, rushing towards the army of centaurs who draw bows and shoot arrows. However, the enemy is divided into seven parts based on the clan, and is directed towards different The direction is circuitous and retreat.

The speed of the giant wolf and the centaur is equal. For a time, the werewolf can't catch up with the army of the centaur, and the nomad can't escape the chase of the barbarian. However, the werewolf with four claws on the ground could not raise the shield and form a tight formation to withstand the enemy's horrible rain of arrows.

On the other hand, this elite army has fully acquired the Parthian shooting technique. When they move, they can twist their flexible waist at will, while winding and retreating, while giving up aiming, and instead increase the shooting speed to the highest. The enemy fired waves of sharp feathers like flying locusts all over the sky!

Countless sharp arrows fell on the werewolf's head like a downpour. Some of the arrows fell into the sky, nailed to the shield on the werewolf's back, or on the soft grass, but there were also some sharp feather arrows that penetrated into the werewolf's flesh and blood, giving them terrible pain or eternal death.

The descendants of God's Choice knew that they could not control eight powerful and rebellious tribes. They simply let them fight on their own. Under the leadership of the leaders and chiefs of the tribes, the army of more than 11 thousand people was scattered into hundreds. The messy squad, roundabout and outflank the bloodthirsty werewolves who came to die.

If they are chasing north, the other three squads will chase and shoot a deadly arrow. If the werewolves choose to disperse and chase enemies in several directions at the same time...

Seeing the enemy scattered, the chief sister Gui of the Thunder Spear clan immediately used his horns to blow out the loud sound of thunder, and the scattered Thunder Spear soldiers quickly assembled. These elite warriors, wearing leather armor, holding broad shields and spears, are like an insurmountable wall of flesh and blood. They did not shout the title of the god of nature, nor did they roar the prestige of their chieftain, with a kind of near-death. silence. Lowering the tip of the spear, gathered from all directions to respond, and at the same time rushed to the scattered werewolf detachment!

"Pouch!!"

The members of the Stormpike clan can be said to be the tallest and strongest among the people. They are fat and strong, and with equipment, each person may be able to reach a terrifying weight of 1.2 tons. Coupled with the terrible potential energy added during the charge, and the airtight neat formation, it makes the enemy inevitable and inevitable!

With a charge, the Thunder Pike clan was like a ruin, and directly destroyed the scattered werewolves. The sharp tip of the spear shredded the enemy's internal organs and bones, the strong body smashed the werewolf's flesh and blood body, and the hard horse hooves crushed the monster's limbs!

When they finished their charge and raised their spears again, the top of the spears of each Thunderpike Sagittarius was hung with one or two broken corpses of werewolves, like ferocious, bloody primitive flags, hunting along with the sound of their advancing hoofs. Make a noise! At the same time, a scary arc of blood was sprinkled to the rear.

"Damn! Can't disperse! Assemble! Assemble!"

In desperation, the werewolves turned their heads and regrouped. However, after seeing the enemy retreating, the half-man and half-horse who had fled originally used the most skillful rider to master the turning skills: their four hooves were fighting hard. While kicking the grass, twisting his huge body, spinning, jumping, and closing his eyes in mid-air, the whole person instantly rotated 180 degrees in the air, and when he landed, he was already facing the back of the werewolf retreating! The horses and horses roared at the name of Skerritt, bent bows and arrows, and killed the beastly humans again!

Under the leadership of Painhurs, the blood rage horses simply relied on the kinetic energy of running to rotate their waists, arms, and wrists to give full play to their muscle power. They had already learned the most correct shooting posture from the acting chief. , Threw a heavy iron javelin.

The lethality of these gadgets is not comparable to that of bows and arrows. Each heavy javelin with a length of one meter, five to six, and a child's arm thickness, is like a roaring train, easily shredded and penetrated through the flesh and bones of the werewolf. , The huge power led them to fly forward, and nailed them to the blood-soaked grassland.

The werewolf light infantry finally gathered together, only to find that they were surrounded by horses and horses, the thunder roaring from the vibrating bowstring, the piercing roar of feathers and arrows across the sky, and the dense drumbeats of horseshoes stepping through the grassland... The sounds mixed together, almost piercing their soft eardrums! Seeing the enemies gather together again, the hill giants once again threw a huge stone bullet, so that the dark shadow that obscured the sky and the sun once again shrouded the werewolf's head...

As soon as the battle started, Gavill felt a deep despair. He didn't know anything about people and horses, but the Jinlu clan had already told all the people about the werewolf's knowledge completely. They knew all about the strengths and advantages of werewolves.

"The central forces charge! Cover our compatriots! The wings are waiting for my instructions! Long live Horus!!!"

Helpless, Gavier had to use quantity to make up for his disadvantage. Twelve thousand bloodthirsty werewolves, like a flood that bursts a bank, roared with beastly ferocious wolves, step by step compressing the space for movement of the horses and horses. At the same time, on the left and right wings, there are a total of 5,000 outstanding soldiers in leather armor. With his own hands, the thousand decisive soldiers who turned into wolves are behind, studying the tactics of the horses and horses, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

"Chief Toria!"

Suddenly, an eagle hovering in the sky shrank back a pair of huge black wings, like a meteor, falling on the grassland, swelling up and down, changing into a tall, gray-skinned centaur. Numerous strands of cyan hair braids stretched back along the curve of his head, tied into a simple ponytail behind his head.

"Say." Tolia replied concisely.

"My druids, I have found the leader of the enemy army. He is right behind the central army of werewolves. There are about a thousand heavy armored werewolves in chain armor and holding a two-handed axe."

"Very good." Toria's mouth raised a cold smile. She just wanted to use the golden horn to directly shout out her own commands, but she was afraid that the enemy would understand the Mu language, so she made precautions in advance. The descendants of God's election bowed their heads and thought for a while, and finally decided to send their cronies to use a more primitive way of running errands to convey their will.

"You two, go and inform the chiefs of Windhowl and Greymane clan to let them go around from the west. The shield soldiers of the Greymane clan drag the werewolves on the left wing of the enemy, so that the half-element warlocks of Windhowl can attack the enemy's heart A precise bombardment."

"Yes."