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Chapter 101: The Battle of Diodosia (3)
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The druids of the Withered Bones clan fluttered their wings and turned into ferocious falcons, entrenched under the blue sky, observing the changes in the battlefield. The warriors of golden shoes, blood fury, thunder spears, poisonous bites, and Tasmar galloped on the grasslands, using Parthian shooting skills to contain tens of thousands of bloodthirsty werewolves. For a time, the terrifying and creepy sound like a howling banshee covered the entire battlefield, and tens of thousands of werewolves were bathed in the shadow of the sky and sun, and waited with fear. With death and pain coming.
At the same time, nearly one-third of the troops left the central battlefield, their flags painted with dark gray terrifying falcons and lilac lightning storms. The Greymane clan of Gorion and the Windhowl clan of Mead, like a terrifying storm, surrounded the edge of the battlefield, and slammed to the south.
"There are nearly two thousand five hundred people on the other side! If you stop them close, won't you suffer huge casualties?" The heartless Chief Wind Howl rarely worried for others once. The long and flowing hair of snow-blue color danced with the wind behind Meide, like a beautiful lavender cloud.
"It's okay. When our Greymane clan fought for the Romans, we swallowed a lot of weapons and equipment. When we left Asia Minor, we even blackmailed those humans." Chief Goriel burst out with a confident smile. However, along with the squirming of facial muscles, an ugly scar that runs through the bridge of her nose and extends from the left ear to the right ear also twitches slightly, looking very horrible and terrifying.
Chief Wind Howl carefully looked at the opponent's equipment. The gray mane is similar to the Thunder Spear Centaur's equipment, both with spears and shields. However, these shields are not made by horses at first glance. The elliptical shield that extends from the horseshoe to the neck is painted with the bright "XP" symbol of the Romans. Everyone wore tough leather armor. More than 500 soldiers near the chief were even equipped with Roman-style short-sleeved chain mail. The long-range weapons behind some people are not traditional composite longbows. It is a crossbow that looks quite delicate.
If Thunder Spear is an invincible spear. Their shocking group charge can destroy all enemies in front of them. Then, Greymane is an indestructible shield. During their long career as a mercenary, they even learned the heavy infantry battles of the Romans.
The iron-plated elliptical shields on one side overlap each other to form an airtight wall, which protects the gray-maned centaur from the throat to the hoof. And between the shield and the shield, at the overlap of the "V" shape, a slender and sharp steel spear protruded.
Under the command of Chief Goril, the Greymane Centaur had two wings in front and the center behind, forming a pocket shape. It took a slow, but neat pace, and screamed towards the wolves on the left wing of the Goth. The opponent was not to be outdone, one by one. Straighten up, transform into a werewolf form amidst the crackling sound of bones, wave the giant axe and shield in his hand, and hit the wall of Gorell's shield head-on!
At this moment, the eight hundred wind howling men and horses standing at the end immediately left the formation. Under the leadership of Maid, like a violent wind, they howled and killed Gaville's heavy armored pawns. The left-wing werewolf saw that the situation was not good and wanted to turn around to support, but they had already plunged into Gorell's trap. The soldiers on the two wings instantly joined together and turned into a huge circle, trapping the werewolf in the formation. . Can't move!
"Prepare to fight!" Horus' general, drew out the long sword from his waist, brought the bloodthirsty werewolf wielding a two-handed giant axe, and greeted Maide's Wind Howling clan in front of him. However, suddenly a terrifying gust of wind blew on their heads, stifling their charge for life, making the werewolf unable to move half a step forward!
The violent air current is like a substantial turbulent wave. The creatures facing this pressure can't suck air into their lungs no matter how hard they work. No way, countless werewolves bend their waists or turn around, breathing in fresh air with big mouths, and the neat queues instantly become chaotic.
More than seventy horse warlocks with the blood of the wind element, six limbs and hundreds of skeletons instantly turned into an illusory gust of wind, followed the raging storm, and instantly rounded and outflanked Towel Loken's sides and rear. These low-level warlocks had hands. Lifting up to the sky, the thunderbolt between his eyes, with words in his mouth, transformed the arcane power into a frantic storm, blowing on these elite dying werewolves from all directions, restricting their actions.
The tyrannical winds set off pieces of land covered with tender grass, mixed with the dirty mud spots of the big beach, and slammed on the bodies of the dying soldiers, instantly messing up the armor and hair that they had carefully taken care of. Messed up.
More than 700 predators also bent their bows and set up arrows, and with the help of the power of the storm, they shot clusters of sharp arrows that covered the sky and the sun. Although the opponent is well equipped, most of the arrows can only be on the iron armor, wiping out scarlet sparks, but as time goes by, more and more arrows hit the werewolf's body, there will always be Some unlucky ones, the flesh and blood that was not covered by the armor, were clustered by the sharp arrows of the Wind Howl clan, and drilled scarlet holes one after another.
"Wind creation lasts for a limited time! Brothers and sisters! A quick fight!"
Maid and the twelve elite warlocks behind her took out the cut fur, and the crystal clear rosin amber from the package. Under the guidance of a series of mysterious and complicated spells, these spellcasting materials gradually merged together, twisted, distorted, and alienated into a magnificent purple electric current, accompanied by the sound of thunder that shook the sky, wrapped around these elite warlocks. On the shoulders of the deerskin gloves.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The thirteen buckets of lightning beams, exuding bright purple dazzling light, instantly exploded in front of the dying warrior! This three-ring arcane is like a leafy tree of thunder. The bucket-thick thunder beam, at the moment it hits the target, it disperses into countless small purple electric currents, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, and instantly spreads to other werewolves. Follow their moisture-filled flesh and blood, and their iron-forged armor, flying, beating, flashing, and spreading more and more!
In the end, this arcane is more like a thunderous plague, spreading to the bodies of all the deadly warriors! ! ! The terrifying electric current paralyzed the flesh and blood of the werewolves, leaving a shocking thunder imprint on their carbonized skin, the deadly high temperature, melting the iron lock armor, and even igniting their fluffy hair! Some people's hearts were affected by the electric current, and they fell straight to the ground and never got up again.
In a blink of an eye, the entire army of werewolves wailed painfully under the raging electric current. The invincible iron-cast lock armor on their bodies became a desperate devil at this moment, making the bright purple terror electric current more unscrupulous. Come back and flow! The werewolves scatter away intentionally to avoid the strike of lightning, but more than 80 low-level warlocks circled them endlessly, using the [wind-making technique] endlessly, making it difficult for them to move under the oppressive storm!
"See the werewolf with a pinch of green fur on the helmet and a blue cloak on the back? That should be their commander!" Chief Wind Howl finally found the enemy's leader in the chaos army. "Aim at that guy for another round!"
"Damn! Who is the commander of the centaur!" Gavill Loken was blasted by electricity under the raging beam of lightning. He knelt on the ground, enduring severe pain, desperately searching for the enemy chief. The fluffy left paw squeezed a scroll, looking for a chance to come back.
However, the Wind Howl clan is not as ostentatious as the Jinlu and Bloodrage Chiefs. They still retain the old tradition of centaurs: Chiefs wear exactly the same as soldiers when they go into battle. No one knows these hundreds of people, which is the tallest. commander!
Chapter 102: The Battle of Diodosia (4)
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Just as the wind howled the horses and horses, using arcane arts and bows and arrows to bombard the werewolf leader wildly, other Gothic barbarians also discovered the fact that the rear was outflanked. More than ten thousand werewolves on the central front fought and retreated under the harassment of six thousand men and horses, leaving behind countless bloody corpses, desperately returning to the rear for help.
Before Mead could react, their heads were already covered by dense arrows. The two thousand werewolf archers madly pulled the flexible bowstrings, shooting rounds of majestic arrows at the enemy, covering the sky and the sun. In the horrifying sound of breaking through the sky, countless unprepared warlocks and predators' flesh and blood bodies were drilled into bloody horrible holes by arrow clusters!
Several hapless heads were directly hit by feather arrows. The skull was shot out of one or two huge cracks, red blood and yellow brains were sprayed everywhere along the cracks, all four hooves were soft, and they fell heavily on the battlefield, and never got up again.
At the same time, the bloodthirsty werewolves stationed on the right wing, accompanied by the low and terrible wolf howling sounds, came galloping from the east!
"Go! Retreat first!" Chief Wind Howl blasted out a tyrannical whirlwind, disrupting the flight trajectory of dozens of arrows. Faced with massive reinforcements, she had no choice but to give retreat instructions and led her men to the south. .
Under the frantic harassment of horses, bows, arrows, and magic, Gaville Loken, who was lucky enough to not die, had to order the werewolf soldiers who joined together. Form a huge hollow circle. Soldiers in the outer ring held up their shields to form a defensive shield wall. Thousands of spears, with their ends touching the ground, turned into dense steel jungles to guard against assaults by men and horses.
Soldiers in the inner ring, armed with bows, javelins, and throwing axes, were standing by. Under the protection of the outer ring, they shot flying props flying all over the sky at those half-man and half-horse.
On the other hand, the centaur encircled the three and three outer layers of the werewolf, surrounded by an impenetrable, endless anger and killing intent, wrapped around the sharp arrow in his hand, facing the werewolf army trapped in the center, or Throw, or shoot straight out rounds of horrible arrows that obscure the sky!
The scream of feathers and arrows, the clash of steel, the howls of horses and horses, the roar of werewolves, and the miserable and desperate final cry of the wounded... Numerous noisy and noisy sounds of war are mixed. At the same time, in the battlefield shrouded in the shadow of the arrow that obscured the sky and the sun, it turned into a bloody chorus of killing and death.
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The werewolf's carrying capacity is limited. Not long after, the bows, arrows and javelins on their bodies will be exhausted. The feather arrows fired are becoming increasingly sparse. On the other hand, the large size of the centaurs gives them extremely exaggerated carrying capacity. Everyone was carrying three or four quiver of bone sticks. From the moment the war started, their terrifying sound of tremors did not relax and stopped for a minute and a second.
The only good news is that the hill giant's stone bullets were exhausted. Toria tried to drive the giants to kill the tens of thousands of werewolf army, but Christina's strong opposition was met by the bloodrage clan. Witnessed the bloody sight of a giant that was drowned by a wave of wolves.
"General! We ran out of arrows!" A werewolf desperately pulled out the last feather arrow in the quiver, predicting the path of the enemy's gallop, and throwing it at a strong man and horse wearing a black cloak— —The sharp iron arrow, full of bowstrings, was shot into the high sky. After the power was exhausted, the heavy arrow clusters aimed at the direction of the earth, piercing the warm and humid air, and slammed down. go with!
Curonia, who was running and shooting arrows, felt something was wrong, and there seemed to be a hint of unknown melody mixed with the dense sound of breaking air in all directions. The ears hidden under his black feather cloak twitched slightly, and then caught the terrifying scream above his head!
The head of the predator violently raised his head and found the sharp feather arrow that fell from the sky, so he dexterously twisted his figure and easily escaped the desperate blow of the werewolf. By the way, calculating and judging the trajectory of the bow and arrow, he threw a sharp arrow into the sky, and soon, in the werewolf formation, it caused a painful cry.
Oh, simple geometry.
"Keep your formation! Hold your shield high! The opponent's feathers are running out, so hold on for a while! After getting into a close fight, we still have a chance to win!" Towel Loken raised his shield and shouted, three or four sharp feathers. The arrow nailed precisely to his wooden shield covered with iron, with great strength. The shaking werewolf's arm was numb!
This kind of hollow circle array covered with a shield really limits the power of the bow and arrow. However, those sharp feather arrows that stretched endlessly, covering the sky, almost shot their shields into hedgehogs. The arms of the werewolves holding their shields became more sore and heavier. Each feather arrow was like a wooden stick. , Across the shield and armor, slammed on their flesh and blood!
Not to mention, there are many gaps in the simple shield wall of the barbarian. Every minute and every second, there are some unlucky flesh and blood bodies, which are penetrated by sharp arrows. Although the poison bite clan only sent a hundred predators and their underage heirs to fight. However, Lilian wanted to show the limelight and prove the value of herself and the clan.
As a result, the poisonous bite contributed to the poison formula handed down. In just a few days, thousands of poisonous arrows were soaked and distributed to the best archers of each clan. Soon, the werewolves were horrified to find that they were dizzy, weak in limbs, and green pus was dripping out of the wound? !
"Hold on! They are going to run out of feathers!" Seeing the dwindling arrow rain, the Werewolf General frantically inspired the disintegrating army. Tolia smiled slightly, a hundred golden-shoes, deliberately in front of the werewolf, signed thousands of tall and sturdy prairie war horses, and quickly stepped into the battlefield: these camels carry sharp arrows piled up into mountains on their backs. ! Quickly replenish the soldiers' empty quiver!
"Assemble! Assemble! Keep the formation and move slowly towards Diodosia! Slowly retreat back to the inside of the city wall!"
Seeing this scene, Gavill understood that in such a stalemate, it would be nothing more than a chronic death. He had to order the army to withdraw to the city. But... his soldiers are not Horus's elite fighters, but just a group of farmers who have just been transformed into werewolves. They can form a circle, and he is considered well-trained!
The circular array, still bathed in a downpour of arrows, quickly distorted, deformed, and even shattered under the command of the general. More and more tired and injured werewolves wailed miserably under the baptism of arrow rain. Chief Golden Foot seized this opportunity. The voice of the horn representing the charge immediately resounded through the sky!
The werewolves were horrified to discover that the centaur archers quickly dispersed to both sides, leaving a piece of open space after another, while each team was armed with different totems and flags. The whole team was protected by leather and mail. The heavy armored army of spears is reflected in his pupils!
Except for a few clans, the most powerful and elite heavy-armored warriors have never participated in the battle. They are reserving their energy in the rear, waiting for the opportunity. At this moment, the energetic warriors are calling out the names of chiefs or gods. With a terrifying step, with a force of destruction, from all directions, accurately killed the most chaotic and weak part of the werewolf army! ! !
Chapter 103: The Battle of Diodosia (5)
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A slender and sharp iron-grey spear pierced through the werewolf's shield and flesh and blood. A strong body draped in iron armor smashed the bones and internal organs of the barbarians. Countless horseshoes trampled the broken corpses on the ground into a pool of unrecognizable sticky flesh. In just one charge, the heavy armored warriors of the clans killed thousands of bloodthirsty and brutal terrifying werewolves!
At the same time, the nearby werewolves, accompanied by angry wolf howling sounds, tried to use numbers to completely drown these small elites. The men and horses in heavy armor didn't want to fight, and they scattered without hesitation, scrambling to retreat to the rear.
The extremely angry werewolf wanted to chase after him, but under the control of the eagle in the sky, a whole piece of green pasture on the ground suddenly came back to life, twisting his increasingly flexible and huge body, turning it into a wild dance. The cyan giant python, following the claws of the werewolves, winding around their burly bodies with full hair, hindering the pursuit of the barbarians, causing the blood-stained heavy-armored soldiers to quickly evacuate the battlefield and regroup in the distance. The uniform conical array, shouting the name of Skerrit once again, rushed to the chaotic wolf pack! ! !
"Hoo-hoo-"
Painhurs adjusted his somewhat turbulent breathing. Although he did not wear chain mail, his body was protected by an invisible arcane barrier. Therefore, instead of the chief, he commanded the Bloodfury clan to participate in this extremely dangerous charge.
Beside him, there are a hundred people who wear heavy armor, armed with spears, and axe, are fearless. The rouge horse will teach the barbarian profession and the learning method of Scarlet Fury to everyone in the Bloodrage Clan. Since the population cannot be restored in a short period of time, let's raise the elite level of the remaining people first.
"Woo-"
Just when the blood-stained crowd finished their seventh charge and stopped behind to repair, a loud and melodious horn sounded from afar for the eighth time! The assault horn of the Jinlu clan sounded again!
"Come back? Is the descendant of God a military idiot? You let her charge for eight times in a row! The soldier is already very tired and needs a rest!" The pale white horse faced the Jinlu clan behind him, the writing messenger, reading as an overseer Guy frowned in dissatisfaction.
Strands of shocking scarlet blood, along his Shenjun's body, an invisible transparent barrier, slowly dripped downwards, forming a huge blood-colored lake around the horse's hoof. In addition to the pale, toned six limbs and hundreds of skeletons, there are densely packed visceral fragments hanging out of thin air. Accompanied by the acting chief, moving his body together. In that hell-like horror scene, the scared golden horse backed away.
It seems that the invisible [Mage Armor] also has an anti-pollution function.
"Big...Everyone is fighting bravely, can it be said that the Bloodfury Clan is capable of this?" The tall, golden centaur sneered at each other. Standing on the commanding heights of morality, speak out.
Painhurs took a deep look at him, grabbed the water sac, pierced the invisible armor at the mouth of the animal skin bag, and poured the sweet spring water in the bag on top of his head, lowering it. The temperature of the body surface. Grabbing the brand new spear sent by logistics, rushed to the chaotic wolf pack for the eighth time!
What they didn't know was that in the northwest direction of this battlefield, the assault team of the Jinlu clan stopped and stood by as early as after the fifth charge.
As for the subsequent three increasingly rapid horn sounds? Toria just wanted to weaken the power of other clans while winning victory, and prepare for the future unity and integration.
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Painhurs looked to the left. Magnus, who usually sleeps on his left shoulder, has long been missing. In the previous charges, the guy trembled his legs and shrank the scarlet flesh wings that were usually folded and shrunk behind him. , Opened to the maximum, a posture that saw the situation not good, and flew away directly.
No way, after the battle, the endless werewolves, like the horrible scenes of tides rushing from all directions, were too terrifying. Now, this guy has disappeared without a trace.
The pale white horse shook his head speechlessly, leading the soldiers to charge while shooting a rain of horrible arrows covering the sky, weakening the enemy's formation and wounding the werewolf's arms. Waiting for the two to get close enough, the armored fearless people retracted the compound longbows in their hands and drew out the spears that straddling them, like an unstoppable natural disaster, colliding, trampling, and drowning the chaotic front of the werewolf!
"Pouch!!"
Pain Hess felt his hands stagnated, a lively gun, being ruthlessly pierced by a sharp spear in his hand, dripping blood, like a flood that bursts a dyke, splashed everywhere, leaving him with nothing but There was a shocking scarlet face.
The pale white horse quickly threw away the sharp spears that might have pierced two or three werewolves. His left hand was like a wiper, wiping the invisible force field like a windshield, and his right hand pulled out the two-handed giant axe on his side. While slashing the bloodthirsty werewolf who was catching up with him, while leading his men, he quickly separated from the enemy's fragmented hollow circle.
The werewolves deliberately pursued them, but were harassed and interrupted by the eagles circling in the sky and the pasture dancing on the ground. Kuronia also brought predators and slave light cavalry to support. Shoots a terrible arrow that covers the sky and the sun.
Those wives and children, the Gothic slaves detained in the blood rage camp, looked at them who were once compatriots, but now they have become crazy and bloodthirsty werewolves. For a while, they didn't know what expression to show on their faces. .
If you hadn't been captured by centaurs, would you have become such a terrifying beast? Is this a blessing in disguise? The light cavalry's brain couldn't turn around for a while.
After repeated blows, the werewolves suffered heavy casualties. If it were an ordinary army, the morale of the werewolves would collapse, but these werewolves who had just been transformed were different. Seeing the blood drifting around the sculls and corpses all over the field, the only remaining sanity in their brains completely collapsed and disintegrated. The whole person succumbed to the savage bloodthirsty killings, and one by one ignored Gavill's orders, rushed out of the circle, and killed the closest people!
Those crazy werewolves whose hearts were completely swallowed by the killing **, at the end of their lives, could only hear their own bloodthirsty roar, covered by the endless screaming sound of feather arrows. The eyes covered by blood and anger can only see dense clusters of sharp arrows, which are getting bigger and bigger in their pupils...
"Cough! Cough! Cough!!!"
Javier Rock supported his battered body and barely got up from the ground. Dozens of arrows in his body, a few vicious cone-shaped arrows, passed through the hollow ring of the chain armor, and sank deep into his body. The left paw was almost turned into coke by the terrifying electric current. A plume of red blood, following his slender wolf kiss, slowly dripped onto the grass thirsty for blood.
The werewolf general rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked around in horror. They were defeated. Werewolves who lose their minds are like embarrassed falling water dogs, kite to death by horses and horses coming and going like wind. Wherever he looked at, his robes were filled with arrows, and the fragmented corpses piled up into mountains. Scarlet and ferocious blood, gurgling along the mountains of these corpses, converged into crimson moors in the low-lying areas.
More than half of the deadly soldiers beside him were also killed and injured. Just when Gavill was trying to retreat to Diodosiya with the surviving wolves, the Wind Howl clan who scattered and retreated to the south gathered again and blocked their only retreat.
Chapter 104: The Battle of Diodosia (6)
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The breathless storm of horror once again stopped Gaville's pace. The bright purple tyrannical current shuttled back and forth within the army, flashing, leaving behind a large number of melted armored weapons and scorched. His flesh and blood body, and bursts of terrible pain and wailing!
There was an insurmountable wind in front of him, and behind him was the sound of horseshoes that became louder and louder. In despair, a small group of heavily armed men and horses, even under the golden horseshoe banner, took the lead to kill the remains of the werewolf.
Toria secretly controlled the direction of the war. She deliberately sent other clans to dangerous places, leaving the safest and most comfortable battlefield to her Jinlu clan. When the enemy collapsed, she abused her power and transferred away. After the neighboring Chief Tasmar, seize the time and bring the armored troops he is proud of to slay the decisive soldiers of Tol'vir fiercely! Take down the head of the enemy general by yourself!
The werewolf general looked towards the north dignifiedly. Among a group of costumed men and horses draped in chain mail and shouting in the Mu language, there is a mare that stands out.
Her whole body was covered by a solid wooden armor painted golden, only four black horseshoes and a pair of silver pupils that made people dare not look directly at her were exposed. Numerous pliable and small tender green vines, like chain mail, are woven into a dense, dense blue net on the inner layer of the golden wooden armor. It looks like a soft and hard chain mail, covering the joints that cannot be covered by wood chips. Two slender and lush tree branches stretched out on both sides of her head, and along with countless green vines clinging to them, they turned into two magnificent golden antlers.
This time, Tol'vir easily recognized the leader of the centaur. He quickly opened the scroll, and the mysterious writing on the scroll seemed to be written by some iron-grey fine particles. They slowly flickered a terrifying green fluorescence, rushing out of the paper, flying, circling, and condensing into a terrible wolf claw, and raised their middle finger, facing the descendant of God, shooting a deadly green beam!
"Iron gray particles, green light, hell! Six-ring dissociation technique! How do these puppies have such a deadly magic scroll?!" Toria's eyes widened. With the wealth of knowledge left by the clan, and his hard-working study and memory, he instantly understood the enemy's spell types.
The strongest fear often comes from the unknown. Since you can understand what spell this is, then it is nothing terrible.
Chief Golden Foot gracefully raised his left hand, and accompanied by a vibrant light green light, a soaring eagle instantly flew out of the circle in his palm, blocking himself and the green rays. The poor natural ally, before he could figure out what was going on, his body was hit by a terrifying green ray. Feathers, flesh and blood, internal organs, bones, almost instantly turned into tiny dust, and drifted away in the wind.
Although the dissociation technique is powerful, it can only hit one target at a time.
"That scroller is the enemy leader?! I'm going to set his head level!" The descendant of God chose to pull out the golden staff confidently, and the two azure blue gems on the eagle's head are brilliant! A huge and incredibly hot pillar of fire descended from the sky! That huge pillar of flame was made of conspicuous red color and divine golden face. Two different flames entangled and burned, like a ruthless punishment from the gods, and roared on top of Gavill's head! The flames of gold and red quickly drowned him!
Super Magic Casting·Spell Power·Spell Extreme·Fire Strike.
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The golden sunrise again sprinkled the golden sunlight on the blood-colored battlefield. After a whole day and night of battle, the men and women slaughtered all the werewolves who had fought to the end, and walked in with a kind of morbid enthusiasm. Inside the city of Diodosiya.
As for the defenders? There are no more defenders, or even any civilians, for these nomads to commit adultery and looting. Those more than 20,000 people were almost all the people of Diodosia-they fought to the end, in order to protect their homeland, all died on the battlefield outside the city.
Renma put down the butcher knife slightly disappointed. After a high-intensity battle, there is nothing to let yourself relax and vent. Had no choice but to plunder the wealth in the city. Satisfy the inner emptiness. Some male and female males and females with eyebrows simply squeezed into the barbarian's room and started to do something they love to do. After hearing the applause of love, the others did not go, or dared not disturb the two compatriots who had killed their heads and were venting their pressure. . Shrugged, changed place to continue plundering property.
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Chief Golden Foot cut off Gaville's dark head that was engulfed by flames, hung it on the tip of a spear he picked up, and took her most trusted armored guard, as if the king was patrolling his own territory, wandering around the city. .
On the golden shoe banner, a messenger sent by Horus was tied to the big five flowers-his upper and lower eyelids were glued to his face with viscous gum, forcing him to be unable to close his eyes, so he could not close his eyes. The whole war happened!
"Let him down, preferential treatment of the messenger is one of the traditions of men and horses." Tolia raised her delicate white chin arrogantly, and looked down at her feet with disdain, the werewolf messenger who fell from the flagpole and sat in a ball.
The endless anger in Eugene's eyes, after a few days of torture, has dissipated for the most part. Today, his eyelids stuck to his eyelids and tied to a flagpole, forced to watch the bloody war... Inside his bloodshot eye pupils, only deep fear is left.
The descendants of God's Choice tried to grab the opponent's collar, but Eugene collapsed to the ground and wanted to catch him. At least he had to bend his forefoot—the left and right attendants looked at each other and immediately understood the leader's thoughts. Kneeling on the ground fearfully, he erected the shoulders of the barbarian messenger and raised the werewolf to a position within the reach of Chief Golden Foot.
"Very good. Now, do you recognize our invincible power, and your low and poor status? Asshole?" Tolia stretched out a finger with satisfaction, gently raised the other's chin, forcing You Jin, staring at his horrible silver eyes like a demon.
"A few days ago, you seemed to want to say something to me on behalf of your king? Sorry, I didn't hear clearly at that time. Could you please say it again now, okay? The messenger of the Gothic Kingdom?"
"I..." I faced the descendant of God's choice, the terrifying and coercive Eugene, almost broke down! Powerful as Gavill, only a scorched head is left at the moment, pierced on the spear of Chief Golden Foot!
"His Majesty Horus is willing to give all the luxuriant grasslands in the north to your tribe! As long as you are willing to sign a non-aggression treaty, Tiefeng Fort and Diodosia will also belong to your rule. under!"
"Is that all? Anything else?" Toria gently waved the spear in her hand, twisting Gavill's hideous head, and slowly leaning against Eugene's pale face covered with cold sweat.
"Gold coins! As a price, we are willing to offer a lot of gold coins!" Eugene shivered, roaring hysterically.
"Very well, I'm allowed." Toria took off the spear with satisfaction, and the delicate corner of her mouth under the helmet burst out with a satisfied smile.
"So, you humans in wolf skins will no longer attack us and bite the clan?" Lilian did not know when she came to the negotiation scene, stupidly approached Tolia and said with joy. "We played well with those scaly guys. These guys suddenly came to kill. It's super annoying."
"Oh, cute little thing, you have to ask him." After the victory of the war, the unsmiling descendant of God was in a good mood. He handed the spear to the guard beside him, wrapped his arms around his chest, and gently lifted it up. The little Lolita, let her look directly at the werewolf who was drowned in fear.
"Do you still attack the poison bite clan?"
"Poison bite? The man and horse hired by the lizardman?" The barbarian messenger didn't seem to be weak enough to have a nervous breakdown. Although he was sweating, his body was trembling constantly in the air, but he left Toria. Suppressed, after facing cute things like Lilian, they seemed to have returned to normal.
"As long as you are willing to end the covenant with the lizardmen, we are also willing to make way for your family to return here safely."
PS: At the end of Chapter Six, this war was really blessed by lust.
Chapter 105: Poetry of the Dead and the Holy Fire
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After everyone had been carving for three days and three nights in this empty city, the people began to transform this barbarian city, raising and widening all the door frames. The wooden beds of tables and chairs were chopped for firewood, and then spread on the hard floor with several thick layers of sheepskin. The descendants of God's election regard this city as the center of the council.
Although Tiefeng Fort is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is a narrow fortress built on the top of a mountain, and it is difficult to accommodate all the tribesmen. The vicinity is rich in mineral veins and stones, but lacks food sources.
But the port city in front of us is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people in a safe wall. Outside the city walls, the fertile pastures interspersed between the sea and the mountains stretch out to the east and west, with no end in sight. They are very suitable for the daily life of nomads.
It didn't take long for the horses to lead the steeds full of grain. A large amount of food was transported to the iron fortress in the mountains, and from the inside of the fortress that was surrounded by smoke all day long, and the sound of iron struck the sky, new weapons and armors were pulled out and transported back to the heart of the council by the sea. Payana also took her poem Dead. As the ninth clan, it is long overdue.
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Seeing that the overall situation is set. Toria can't wait to launch the third plan to unify the tribes. She initiated the second meeting and asked the chiefs to share the knowledge and skills handed down by the clan with other compatriots, in order to strengthen the sense of identity and cohesion of the clan. Keeping silent, you can only endure lonely with your own skills, and are willing to share, but you can get twelve different pieces of knowledge!
The chiefs thought for a while, and unanimously passed her proposal. The Jinlu clan has dedicated a profound knowledge of magic and superb skills in smelting and forging gold. Toria even wanted to create a gold ring inlaid with their totem style for the seven chiefs present, but was blocked by the most outstanding craftsman.
Damn it! Take a look at the wonderful totems of these clans! The gray falcon, blood skeleton, whatever, the totem of the Stormpike clan, but the furious thunder under the dark clouds! The thunder column is like a big tree hanging upside down, it is getting thinner and thinner from top to bottom, becoming more and more! One point two, two points four, four points eight... Continue to the bottom of the flag, turning into sixty-four tiny thunders!
Carve this complicated thing on a small ring? This old lady won't pick it up!
The Feng Howling clan thought for a while, and handed in a book about the awakening of the bloodline of the equestrian warlock, and the experience of tapping the bloodline potential. Although apart from them, the other clans added up to only one warlock. As a result, under the gaze of everyone, Mead rolled his eyes and taught some scroll manufacturing methods.
Chief Gui, the sister of the Thunderpike clan, was more refreshing. Apart from anything else, he handed over a few bags of the legendary miraculous medicine that can "quickly build the muscles of the whole body" and its manufacturing method.
Painhurs grabbed the bag, poured a small amount of white powder into the palm of his hand, licked it cautiously, and quickly stopped Christina, who wanted to taste it, and shook her head firmly at her: This thing is actually protein powder? ! No wonder the Thunderpike clan generally has a burly appearance with expensive muscles.
Chief Tasmar, carrying two elven concubines, swaggered to the front of the stage,
The Withered Bones and the Toxic Bite clan took the stage successively. The former teaches some basic advanced knowledge of druids, and the latter gives more recipes for terrorist poisons.
The Greymane clan born of mercenaries has nothing special. They handed over a set of Roman cannon fodder weapons and equipment for the craftsmen to research and copy. Then, Gorell took out a detailed map drawn by the wild elves. It records the locations of many cities and villages in Asia Minor. And a few smooth roads through the Caucasus Mountains.
The ninth dead poet who came to Diodosia, contributed to the career of the bard who almost disappeared from within the centaur. And personally select compatriots to train more peculiar spellcasters who use musical instruments and singing voices to create magic.
However, other compatriots don't seem to like them very much. This group of dead poets is not so much a clan, as it is a large chorus composed of six hundred bards. They were holding fancy musical instruments under the baton of Captain Payana. Perform a magnificent movement full of terrifying magic.
All the members of Poetry Dead, regardless of age, are all dressed up extremely coquettishly and splendidly. The head wears bird feathers, the neck wears colorful garlands, and the delicate human skin is full of complex and dense tattoos. They slapped the skin drums around their waists and plucked the flexible strings. In a sad and euphemistic melody, Chief Payana, surrounded by youthful and glamorous Chief Payana, came to everyone.
This beautiful mare wears a centurion helmet studded with gems and diamonds. However, the red helmet on the horizontal crown was pulled out clean by her, and replaced by densely packed peacock tail feathers, imprinted with a breeze, gently swaying thousands of them, beautiful and enchanting pupil lines .
The slender and moving body of the leader of the dead of poetry is only covered with a thin layer of faint gauze gleaming with dim stars. The almost transparent star gauze skirt exposes the master's delicate skin full of bones and flowers, naked to outsiders. In the eyes.
Some hot-headed male centaurs, following her curvaceous tattooed flesh, slowly looked upwards-two delicate and moving blue roses, so dyingly blooming among the hills with two dinner spine tattoos Top.
In the end, only the Bloodfury clan has not yet shared the cultural achievements. Christina thought for a while and decided to hide Scarlet Fury. Instead, she handed over the manufacturing blueprints of the Eastern Heavy Crossbow and the Roman Heavy Throwing Spear, which caused incredible exclamations among the artisans.
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Time was full of joy and joy, with the tireless performance of the dead poet, slowly moving backwards, the horses and horses did not wait for the return of the poisonous clan, nor did they wait for the werewolf's ransom. The first thing that was sent to the descendants of God's choice was a roll of brown sheepskin covered with the mark of horseshoes: under the pressure of the Jinlu clan's series of powers, the last four people and horse clan who were late in the future felt like they would be in the warm water. The frog was slowly cooked by Chief Jinlu. The last thing I ate was not even the bone left.
Therefore, under the leadership of "Holy Fire Ka'an", this group of people formed a huge force with a scale of over ten thousand, captured the human fortress in the northeast of Gredinian, and established their own way.
What irritated Toria most was that the chief Ka'an who had annexed the three clans and was barely able to fight against him, no, he is now the king of Ka'an. He said that Chief Golden Foot is only the descendant of the previous god, he Skerritt's choice in this world! Only one has the right to be the supreme king of men and horses! In addition, he changed the name of the Northern Fortress to the Glory of Skerrit, and made no secret of his grand vision of unifying the tribes.
At the end of the letter, the guy even "magnanimously" proposed to marry him, the ridiculous intention of the husband and wife to rule the world together, leaving the hands and feet of the descendants of God cold.
Damn it! Is this pious king still a man? !
Toria, whose skin was trembling gently in every inch of her body, coldly tore up the flexible sheepskin, and after stomping on it a few hooves, ordered the left and right to grab the opponent's messenger and throw it into the dungeon. The third meeting was quickly held!