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Chapter 106: The Warlock's Hard Practice
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Hess, heavily armed, stood quietly in a closed room, holding a three-meter-long iron spear with a wooden handle in both hands, while observing the hideous monster at the other end of the room.
It was a cruel and cunning predatory dinosaur. The elegant and exquisite streamlined body is covered by a layer of jet black feathers, and the faint and dim feathery edges are smeared with fascinating and dazzling blood.
Standing on these two feet, a horse-sized carnivore, the forelegs are short and slender, but the hind limbs are unusually burly and sturdy. The two claws that are raised up like a sickle, shone with a sharp cold light under the dim fire light. The whole body was even more entangled by a cloud of evil black mist, exuding a suffocating stench.
A purgatory Deinonychus summoned to the material universe.
The pale white horse carefully read the lessons of the wind howl warlock, combined with the warlock course of the Roman Legion. Understand that the best way to improve your career is to fight endlessly, constantly breaking through the limits of your bloodline on the verge of death again and again. Therefore, Herniwell, who is proficient in summoning, practiced her summoning skills while pulling out terrifying monsters to engage in fierce confrontations with her students.
"Wait a moment." Just as the pale white horse was about to step into the battlefield, a black and white two-color intertwined evil phantom firmly stopped his progress, and the drow stretched out two slender arms that were as dark as ink. He couldn't help but remove all weapons, large and small, from the warlock. Throwing spears, bows and arrows, giant axes, and daggers scattered all over the ground.
Painhurs looked back puzzled. Herniwell was wearing a white fox coat looted from the hands of the Goths. The warm fur, as white and flawless as ice and snow, complemented her dark and smooth soft skin like midnight, making the sorcerer even more slender and beautiful.
And that, like a waterfall, under the silver radiance that reaches the ankle, and on the exquisite face full of exotic style, a pair of delicate purple pupils exudes a little dissatisfaction.
"This time increase the difficulty: I don't allow you to use any weapons in battle." The drow shook his head helplessly.
"My dear student, you rely too much on your own power, damn it! The last purgatory raptor, on the way to charge, was stabbed through the throat with a spear with precision. The last monster, was you I chopped off a leg with an axe and lay on the ground constantly wailing and wailing, and on the child I summoned up, I couldn't even catch up with your running speed! I was killed by you with a bow and arrow and a kite... Well, we are training our ability to cast spells, not some damn Parthian archery!"
"Ah-it was an accident that time. I was too nervous, and unconsciously, I used my best tactics." Painhurs scratched his head embarrassedly, praying. "The confiscation of weapons is too exaggerated, at least let me keep a spear. This purgatory predator is too cruel, and I will trouble the druid if I get injured."
"No, no, no! Your physical fitness is even more terrifying than some imperial guards, and your over-reliance on ** will make you slowly lose the potential to cast spells! Do you remember how you stepped into the arcane palace? ?" The drow gently pushed the man and horse, motioning for him to start the battle.
"Be at ease. Before you hear the leather tearing sound in your neck, you will hear it first. I will give this child a truce."
"Oh...well, teacher." The pale white horse shrugged, and took out a roll of tanned leather from the leather pouch containing the spelling materials, mobilizing the terrifying power sleeping in the blood-he could feel it Then, the arcane power buried deep in his body, with every beating of his two hearts, surging in his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons! That volume of leather, also under the immersion of arcane arts, quickly ascended into pure magical energy, centering on his body, opening a movable protective force field.
"Come on, monster!"
Wearing a layer of mage armor, Pain Hess barely gained some confidence. On his back shoulders, he summoned two ghostly tentacles with teeth and claws, plus four hooves and hands, a total of eight limbs, and at the same time burned a blue negative energy cold flame, roaring and killing the purgatory dinosaur in front of him!
"As a result, you still have to use hand-to-hand combat!" Seeing the huge monster fighting with each other, Hennival covered her forehead speechlessly, feeling powerless to complain.
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"Painhurs? Honey, are you here?"
Just as the white horse started fighting, there were lively and beautiful shouts outside the door. The drow can recognize Christina's voice without turning his head. The enmity between the two came to an end along with their departure from the empire and allegiance to her.
"We are training the ability of warlocks. What's wrong? Chief Chief?" Heniweil gently turned to look at the bloody chief, on the beautiful face, without any emotion. The slender silver hair fluttered in the wind, like a soft tulle. Behind him, there was a bloodthirsty roar that coagulated the blood.
"Uh, nothing. The parliament is about to hold a meeting again." Looking at the white phantom fighting with the raptors, Christina didn't want to disturb her lover's hard training, so she sighed helplessly. "Forget it, keep busy, I will find other people who are okay, and go with me to vote."
The drow nodded lightly, then turned his head and stopped speaking. After she was abandoned by the country, army, compatriots, and even demons, she became somewhat autistic.
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On the other side, the Bloodwrath Chief happily ran back to the Chief's tent, trying to drag her twin sister to accompany her to the boring political meeting.
"But I refuse." Lying on the sheepskin blanket, the petite and lovely Christian carefully adjusted the rhythm and tightness of the lute strings. He answered without looking up.
"Ah? Why?"
"So far, no one has taught me the techniques of bards. In the past few years, I've been playing with the rhythm alone, seeking ways to increase my strength." Christian plucked the tuned strings with satisfaction. Perform a small song that is popular in the centaur society.
"But it's different now. The bards of the dead poets are willing to share with me the infinite power hidden in music. We will have a date soon, Lord Chief."
"Ah-well, I'll go alone." Christina sighed depressed, put on Chimera's golden leather armor, and walked lonely into the distance.
Seeing her sister's lonely back, Christian's heart felt a sense of revenge for success. Her twin sister and the only friend who did not discriminate against her deformity were tired of being together every day, leaving her out for countless days and nights. Today, it was a small revenge.
Chapter One Hundred and Seven: The Drunken Elf
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The purgatory Deinonychus grinned open a mouth full of sharp fangs, and from the inside of its throat, it let out an angry growl. Every feather on its body was trembling slightly with the terrifying anger. . The sickle-shaped claws covered with blood, slowly stepping forward, limping and cautiously rounding circles with Painhurs as the center. Apricot eyes flashed with unforgettable hatred.
The pale white horse with his bare hands was also facing this terrifying beast, panting and spinning his godly body. The air in front of him was like glass, filled with dense crevices of terror. The dripping blood, ticking, ticking, and slowly dripping down the fresh scars on his arm.
Just after a confrontation, the two of them were equal to each other. The warlock, the man and horse warlock, kicked and broke the guy's left leg bone. Several muscles on its body are also damaged by negative energy, weakening, aging, becoming shriveled and wrinkled, and the dark feathers of the large clusters are more like the withered yellow leaves of autumn, scattered on the ground.
And Deinonychus's slender, sickle-like claws were also on his arms, scratching out several scars deep into the bones. A slight movement would cause pain in the heart. The tendon of the left arm was also torn by the opponent's claws and dropped weakly between his waist.
"If I had a short spear in my hand, follow its throat, this smoky dinosaur would have been beaten back to purgatory by me!" Painhurs endured the pain and carefully observed the other side's Action: Every feather on the guy's body exploded, dragging a bad leg that was discounted, and staggering to launch a second attack!
"call out!"
The pale white horse took out a small piece of milky white candle from the package and threw it at the predatory dinosaur, but was easily avoided by the opponent. The cunning monster launched from the left side of the ruptured human tendon. The fierce attack, the head deflected, biting Painhurs's neck fiercely!
The already riddled invisible force field was shattered by the opponent's sharp fangs and terrifying bite force, but this moment of delay also ushered in the moment for Painhurs to counterattack-his right hand entangled The dark green weird cloud and mist hit the enemy's head severely, causing a clear and loud noise!
The velociraptor with a crack in its skull wailed and retreated. The skin that was in contact with the dark green clouds was like a piece of meat exposed to high temperatures. It rotted quickly and gave off an unbearable stench.
And the scarlet wound on Painhurs' arm, after this punch, broke open again, and the broken blood vessels, under the powerful pressure of the muscles, sprayed hot waves of blood around!
"Hit, Ghoul Touch can temporarily paralyze this guy's flesh and blood, and he can't move." The pale white horse just wanted to take a breath, but the purgatory dinosaur whose half of his face turned into rotten flesh once again issued a terrifying expression. Bloodthirsty roar!
"Any spell has a chance of failure! There is no room for you to relax in the battle!" Herniwell held a huge skull vessel and drank the ale in the bowl.
Painhurs remembered this lesson. Looking expressionlessly at the purgatory dinosaur who rushed again, his arms were wounded and he was unable to resist. He could only watch the opponent's fangs and claws, getting closer and closer to his fragile neck.
Twenty feet, ten feet, five feet!
Deinonychus opened its mouth full of fangs, thick and dirty saliva dripping between the razor-like fangs, making them look more terrifying, leaving only the apricot yellow. In the right eye, a cruel bloodthirsty light broke out! But at the moment when it was about to bite the centaur's neck, a huge force pulled him away from Painhurs! Hundreds of fangs bit a hollow, and there was a terrifying loud noise in the air!
The purgatory creature turned his head suspiciously: a dirty devil made up of sticky mud all over his body, stretched out two bubbling and wriggling muddy hands, and firmly grasped his own tail!
"Bad demon? When was he summoned?" The drow raised his brows in confusion. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of sudden realization-during the second confrontation, the equestrian warlock threw a candle at the dinosaur and was easily dodged by the opponent.
However, the candle was already filled with Painhurs' arcane power, and slowly melted behind Deinonychus and smeared into a more complicated two-ring summoning circle. From the nine prisons of Barto, a mindless man was seduce. Bad demon!
Looking at the immobile Deinonychus dragon stuck in layers of mud, the pale white horse raised its slender and slender front hooves high and trampled on its bloody head!
"Pouch!!"
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"It's beautiful, I'll say you can do it." Herniwell put down the bottle and clapped her hands in admiration. The female warlock seemed to be a bit drunk, and two bright blushes gradually floated on her exotic dark cheeks.
"Return the weapon to me, teacher." Painhurs said helplessly while bandaging his arms. "I give you a difference. I can only touch the area of the second ring at present, and the arcane arts of awakening are mostly control types, lacking effective means to kill with one shot. For now, I still rely on weapons to fight. "
"Oh, so what? Come on! Keep fighting!" Hernival dazzled and threw a piece of candle, letting it melt on the floor and flow into a huge and exquisite summoning circle! In terms of size and complexity, the magic circle that summons bad demons is simply a world of difference!
"Come out! The strongest monster I can summon right now!"
Accompanied by bursts of screaming birdsong, a cute bird and beast that is as big as a horse and is round and round, sticks out of the wax formation. Its huge body is covered with beautiful feathers that gradually change from brown to red. The wings are small and pitiful, I am afraid that he has no flying ability. What supports his actions are four long and slender eagle claws growing on the abdomen, four sharp claws and a huge bird's beak on the head, and at the same time gleaming sharp metallic cold light.
After this monster stood upright, it was twice as tall as Peinhess! ! !
"Heniwell?" Painhurs turned his head and looked at the drow seriously. This is the acting chief, who did not call her [Teacher] for the first time.
"what's happenin?"
"I admit that I imprisoned you for a long time, but I also sincerely apologized to you for this. At that time, you said you didn't care, all this is over." The white white horse narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. Looking at the drow in front of her, she seemed to want to see some clues in her fascinated eyes. "is this real?"
Facing the student's reproach, Herniwell drank all the ale brewed by the Ostrogoths, slyly sticking out her tongue, and a wicked smile bloomed on her delicate and beautiful face.
"It's true, I don't hate you."
"Then return the weapon to me! I have already killed the four raptors! The spell slot has been consumed more than half, and my arms have been severely damaged. Without weapons, I can't beat this local chicken!"
"It's a parrot beast, not a local chicken, want a weapon? Get it yourself." Herniwell carried the acting chief's two-handed axe and bow and arrow, and her slender left hand provocatively brandished the iron pendant given to him by Christina. sword.
The pale white horse rushed towards his teacher speechlessly, but this time Magnus was performing other tasks, and he did not have the advantage of sneak attack. The graceful and beautiful drow, like a cunning and sensitive black fox, injured him. Between his arms, dexterously flashed through the surprise attack again and again.
Painhurs was not irritable, and slowly forced Herniwell to the blind corner of the room, limiting her dodge space.
The drow saw that he was slowly falling into the unavoidable and embarrassing situation, he opened his arms with a smirk, raised his toes slightly, and fell back—the female warlock behind him. On the floor, a dark and secluded door of the abyss opened, and the whole person laughed and fell into any door, gently landing on the back of the parrot beast!
Chapter One Hundred and Eight: Drunkard's Intention Is Not in Wine
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"Heniwell? Heniwell!"
Painhurs' angry voice was mixed with a little fear: When you stand in front of you a behemoth fifteen feet tall, anyone will have cold hands and feet, and tremble all over! Not to mention the look that the guy looked at you, with a trace of the cat's "bad intentions" after seeing the mouse.
The drow did not respond to the centaur's call. She has a graceful and charming body, buried in the soft, tough feathers of the parrot beast, and her two slender and round thighs are tightly clamped to the side of the monster to prevent herself from falling from high altitude. Under the nourishment of the ale, the delicate red lips that reflect the crystal light gently uttered, only the elegant language of the elves.
"Ykk-ot-znk-nkrr."
Before the pale white horse could react, the walking chicken raised his feathered neck, raised his head up to the sky and let out a stern cry, stepped away from the four sharp eagle claws, and rushed in his direction comically!
The body of this monster is only the size of a normal horse. However, those four bird legs are like four thin bamboo poles. Occupying the vast majority of the height, this flightless walker can run like a juggler on stilts. The picture of the charge is ridiculous and ridiculous.
Painhurs turned his head and ran away without saying a word. Although the picture is ridiculous enough, he is seriously injured, has no weapons, and consumes more than half of his spell slots. The best coping strategy at the moment should be to run out of the arena, ask other people for help, and stop the drow drow who is drunk riding a bird. , Instead of hard resistance here!
"Huh!!!"
The terrifying cry behind him made the pale white horse run faster and faster. Suddenly, the soft grass under his hooves instantly became extremely wet and lubricated. Painhurs staggered, his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons fell heavily in a puddle. Among the sticky grease! A pool of golden greasy water splashes.
"Hahaha!" From the back of Parrot Beast, Heniwell's drunken laugh, the behemoth under her crotch. Extending two front paws tens of feet long, pulled the person out of the oil pit, curled up four eagle paws, and placed the weight of the entire body on the warlock, making him immobile.
Just as Painhurs wanted to resist, the four folded eagle claws firmly pressed his arms and body, the claw tips comparable to steel, and fell deeply into his own flesh and blood! Every time I move, my strong muscles will rub back and forth in the opponent's slender hook-shaped claws, causing deep pain in my bone marrow!
"Even if it's a joke, you're driving too much! Hernivale!" Seeing the elf on the bird's back, no longer paying attention to her own cry, the inside of the acting chief's turban flashed a pink light, like an octopus tentacles. The twisted, hideous ghost hand quickly stretched out his shoulders and stretched upwards frantically. At the same time, it burned the stern and cold blue smoke and grabbed the monster's body!
"laugh--"
It was like a weak drop of water, hitting a hard rock, breaking himself into pieces. It was like a rough feather arrow, which was easily bounced off by an iron shield. The skeleton ghost hand entwined with the blue and cold fog, when it touched the feathers of the parrot beast, it shattered and exploded in all directions. ! Like a firework, it turned into countless tiny blue sparks, slowly disappearing in the air.
"By the way, this child's feathers have super high magic resistance, and at the same time, like a cat likes to play with prey." Heniwell said drunkly. Leaning on the back of the parrot beast, closing his eyes, letting out an angry roar under him!
Every cell in Painhurs was trembling and screaming because of the bone pain. His brain was first occupied by endless fear, but in an instant, fear turned into terrifying anger in the endless pain.
After traversing and transforming into a centaur, the white white horse has been suppressing from the depths of the soul, that violent and unruly horrible animality, and has always maintained human sanity, and this time, he can no longer suppress from the depths of the soul, that is enough The anger that burned everything.
Imprisoned by the power of its own blood, the dam that has long been beaten out of the cracks, under the devastation of endless anger, has become more and more fragmented and completely disintegrated! Countless dark red tides full of blue runes, like the sky collapsed, fell to the ground, like a huge crimson river, wrapped in incredible arcane power, surging inside his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons! ! !
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After a while, another ghostly hand that looked like the tentacles of an old god, wriggled and stretched out the shoulders of a horse and a horse. Its illusory body was filled with a chilling crimson face, like a scarlet python, crazy The upward extension.
"Huh?" Herniwell quietly opened her eyes a small slit. She knows a thing or two about the abilities of her students. The ghost hand is entwined with illusory cold blue smoke, representing the negative energy of [Cold Touch]. The dark green poisonous cloud entwining the rich stench represents the rot and paralysis of [Ghoul's Touch]. But what is this deep and terrifying dark red face...?
"Pouch!!"
The ghost bone claws fell heavily on the surface of the parrot beast, its feathers with extremely high magic resistance. But this time, it was not bounced by the feathers! The horrible crimson bone claws rip off a lot of beautiful brown-red feathers from its body, and let the monster's side expose a large pink muscle surface!
The walking chicken turned his head painfully, the sharp bone claws penetrated deeply into his body, every sharp fingertip, like a sharp mouthpart in the siphon style, sucking his life energy crazily, turning red. Through the illusory crimson tentacles, his blood is continuously transported back to Painhurs's body!
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the monster felt his paws loose and fell on the grass. It fixed its gaze and saw that it was firmly pressed to the surface by itself, and its sharp claws were also deeply pierced into the body. The fixed and strong man-horse warlock turned into a cloud of ethereal mist, like a ghost, easily passing through its minions and body. , In the distance, reverted back to the flesh and blood of the entity.
Accompanied by the flashing pink light, abundant and abundant arcane energy quickly gushed from his body, filling and repairing every wound of the six limbs and hundred skeletons!
Super Magic Casting, Shunfa Casting, Vampire Touch, False Life.
"Aren't you just talking about it? Teacher?" The pale white horse's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said. He once again summoned a crimson tentacles, dancing wildly to the distance!
The parrot beast quickly escaped the deadly tentacles that plundered life and blood, but this was just a feint. Pain Hess manipulated the blood-colored ghost hand and grabbed his own two-handed battle axe from behind Herniwell! Rolled back to his side.
"The injury was temporarily healed by arcane magic, and the weapon returned to my hand." The white white horse rubbed the wooden axe handle, feeling unprecedented stability in his heart, just when he wanted to cut the free-range chicken into meat scraps. The parrot beast was suddenly dismissed back to its original world, a beautiful body wrapped in white fox fur, like a soft feather, gently fell from the sky.
Close your eyes lightly, breathe evenly, do you fall asleep after drinking?
Painhurs was sulking in his heart, and his body was still running forward. With his generous hands, he steadily received the drow falling from the sky, and gently hugged her charming body in his arms. . Feel the graceful and attractive body curves of the other party, and the delicate and soft skin touch.
Herniwell seemed to feel uncomfortable being held by someone, gently swaying the bumpy body, rubbing back and forth on the chest of the pale white horse. The beautiful and beautiful sleeping face is like a lovely and moving black cat, and also like a beautiful but deadly blood-stained poppy.
"You will never wake up a person who pretends to be sleeping, Painhurs." Looking at the regained acting chief, he tried to awaken the elf in his arms, the scarlet little devil, flapping his wings and returning from a distance, revealing an ambiguity. Smile.
"Sorry for interrupting your good deeds, buddy, don't you ask me to be invisible, hidden among the Gothic slaves, to monitor their loyalty? There is a problem! In the past few days, their faith has been shaken on a large scale, inexplicably Talking about the God of Punishment in Rome, I'm still investigating the specific situation. Come here and let me know! You guys should be prepared!"
Chapter One Hundred and Nine: The Civil War will rise
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After the druid's meticulous treatment and plenty of sleep, Painhurs regained his vitality. The acting chief who was advanced to the sixth-level warlock, kneeled and sat in the empty chief's tent, began to meditate in the morning, guiding his body. Increasingly vast. The majestic arcane torrent surging inside his body. Slowly fill up every depleted and dry spell seat.
After experiencing yesterday's bloody battle, his unknown bloodline power has once again broken through the limit.
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[Bloodline Specialty·Intermediate Domination]: When the caster has a sufficient level and does not occupy the knowable spell slot, you can acquire additional monster summoning skills of 1~9 levels. For all creatures that are dominated, basic attacks are increased by an additional amount equal to your warlock level.
[Undead Contract]: (In order to escape the inevitable death, your ancestor exhausted all the experiments that mortals could not imagine at all costs. In the end, his immortal blood. After several generations of inheritance and silence, after you Inside, surging again.)
Extra expertise: Necromancer specializes in school, higher necromancer specializes in school.
Each sorcerer level can awaken an additional necromantic spell (1-3 awakening second ring, 4-5 awakening third ring, 6-7 awakening fourth ring, and so on).
Second ring: blindness/deafness, intimidation, false life.
Three Rings: Vampire's Touch, Embalming.
Fourth Ring: Manipulate dead bodies.
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Known spells
[0 ring] DC: 15. Frozen ray, communication, hand of the wizard, magic trick, detection magic, phantom sound, increase resistance (can be used 6 times a day)
[1 ring] DC: 16. Touch of the cold, defeat the enemy, mage armor, first-level monster summoning, blindness/deafness, intimidation, false life. (Can be used 8 times a day)
[2 Rings] DC: 17. Ghost Hand, Ghoul Touch, Level 2 Monster Summoning, Blindness/Deafness, Intimidation, False Life. (Can be used 6 times a day)
[3 rings] DC: 18. Gasification form, three-level monster summoning technique, vampire touch, body embalming. (Can be used 4 times a day)
[4 rings] DC: 18. Manipulate dead bodies (can be used once a day)
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After regaining the spell position in his body, Painhurs, who was reborn, opened his eyes suspiciously, and looked around the empty chieftain's tent.
Christina went to the parliament yesterday and has not returned. And Christian. The gloomy bard, since the clan moved to Diodosia, has stayed beside the dead poet, it is difficult to see the petite black figure.
"Forget it, let's study the newly acquired new spells first." The white white horse couldn't resist curiosity, and began to study a series of new spells of the Necro school. Deafness and Blindness... When I first confronted Hernivale, I was deprived of sight and hearing by this spell, and she was very miserable.
False life? Use arcane magic to temporarily repair broken flesh, internal organs, bones, and nerves. This spell can even make the immobile dying person recover in a short period of time as ordinary people. The function of Vampire Touch is similar to it, but it can also plunder the life of the enemy. During the fierce battle with the parrot beast yesterday, thanks to these two spells, the wound on his body was temporarily repaired and the druid arrived.
The newly awakened three-ring spell when leveling up: [Available Form], it can turn yourself into untouchable air. It can even pass through small gaps. This is similar to Feng Howl's ** elementalization, but it has no side effects. The critical moment is a life-saving hole card.
As for the last [manipulation of the dead]...
Painhurs rubbed his hands expectantly and controlled the dead, looking very powerful, but he was not a nerd in the ivory tower, he needed an undead servant to protect him. Summon a skeleton at random. It's tasteless like chicken ribs, it's a pity to discard it.
So, kill a hill giant and summon it? No way, no way, I am soothing Liwei and planting puppets, finally calming down the muscular giants in their heads. This is simply not worth the loss.
So, go find the evil sun orcs of the beast Onado, and buy a two-legged dragon as a material? It sounds good, the only trouble is that I don't know where they are now. By the way, there were several deadly two-footed flying dragons buried in the fortress of Vichymiris, and he and the Greenskin Chief attended their funeral-but according to the werewolf messenger, the place was reoccupied by the Goths.
Forget it, let's find the ritual materials for awakening the dead first. In this remote place, it is a very expensive and scarce thing, the most important black onyx, I have not even seen the shadow.
After making up his mind, Painhurs first ordered the only remaining druid of the clan to transform into an inconspicuous mouse and crow, and cooperated with Magnus secretly to investigate the abnormal behavior of the Gothic slaves, and he went to the council hall. , To see what kind of thing it is that can allow the nine chiefs to discuss the whole day and night.
After the attack on Diodosia, the Bloodfury clan was given an extra piece of fertile farmland and all the ports in the city. The people and horses had no history of going to sea. The remaining ports and fishing boats were used by the Goths under the Bloodfury clan to fish. Apart from being restricted to their freedom and their parents and children as hostages, these slaves are firmly in the hands of the horses and horses, and their lives are not much different from usual. Even richer.
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"The chiefs are in a meeting, and no one else can enter. Not even the acting chief."
Unknowingly, Painhes came outside the stone-built castle, but was stopped by two golden-shoeed men and horses in iron armor. Except for their eyes and horseshoes, they were covered with animal skins and steel. The gold ornaments inlaid on the sword grid exude a beautiful light under the shining of the sun.
"What happened? It takes such a long time to discuss?" The pale white horse took out a gold ring from a Gothic nobleman and quietly stuffed it into the guard's hand.
"Ah, this isn't a powerful blood-rage. Painhurs! Welcome, welcome!" After receiving the money, the golden guard immediately smiled, and the face under the helmet burst into a rather brilliant smile. Leaning to the ear of the pale white horse, whispered.
"Isn't there four clans who haven't come? They seem to have gone out independently, and what's more shameless is that the leader of the separatist forces, the sacred fire is still coming, trying to marry the chief of my family and take the entire Jinlu clan into his. Under his command, the Chieftain's popularity is horrible. Those guys really don't know what is good or bad! So, the descendants of God's election want to summon everyone, with the momentum of thunder, to destroy this shameless group of people."
Painhurs rubbed his chin in surprise. No wonder they held meetings all day and night! He doesn't understand Toria's character now. This girl looks very calm and calm, uniting the clans and winning two consecutive wars, which shows that her political and military skills are impeccable, and she is a powerful druid herself.
But she wants to start a civil war when the crowd is not stable and her neighbors are offended all over the place? This is not in line with her personality, unless the other party has a deadly weapon that can shake the foundation of her rule.
Just as the equestrian warlock was thinking about it, a bright golden beam of light suddenly burst out of the calm Black Sea in the south! The violent shock will
The acting chief quickly turned around. Damn it! There is the residence of the Bloodfury Clan! That graceful and gorgeous splendid golden light······Druid spells are mostly vibrant greens. Herniwell is good at fire shaping energy and spell summoning. It has nothing to do with gold...
Wait, during the First World War of the fortress, the god-damn Roman priests often flashed golden light in their hands, turning the disabled and sick patients into vigorous and vigorous soldiers. They continued to join the battle, and caused the people to be devastated. ·····But, this is the place of the horses and horses, where is the priest?
Chapter One Hundred and Ten: Forces of Exile
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The four slender and strong horse hooves turned into afterimages that the naked eye could not catch, carrying the handsome body of Painhurs' half-man and half-horse, rushing towards the southern port. Like a pale and terrifying winter storm, it instantly disappeared in front of the guards. The golden light had just dissipated for a moment, and wisps of black smoke rose from the port!
The acting chief nervously drew out the bow and arrow behind him. The southern seaport is now in chaos, the plucking of bowstrings, the screams of human beings, and the pious war roars are mixed together, resounding in flames and thick smoke!
"What happened!"
"Acting Chief? You are here!" A young man and horse predator shot a sharp arrow into the dense smoke. While answering the boss's order. "A group of Gothic slaves robbed the ship and tried to escape towards the sea! We are stopping them!"
"What?" Painhurs opened his eyes in disbelief. He certainly considered the possibility of the slave's escape. Therefore, the Gothic barbarians who are in charge of fishing and punting, their wives and children are in the bloodrage camp responsible for cleaning, cleaning, and being firmly controlled by the clan.
"Painhurs!"
When the acting chief was puzzled, Magnus flapped two huge fleshy wings, like a red eagle, gently landing on the left shoulder of the pale white horse.
"I found a few slaves, when they were instigating a rebellion against other Gothic barbarian Amway religions by the way! The druids just wanted to capture them, but never thought that those guys were priests with rich combat experience. Some ill-intentioned guys have mixed into our clan!"
"There are several enemies." Painhurs asked calmly.
"A priest, thirteen ordinary people, after seeing that they were exposed, they immediately lit the fish house and tried to use black smoke..." Before Magnus spoke, a burst of black smoke erupted. A loud noise of horror!
Painhurs covered his ears in pain. That spell seems to have been tuned to the loudest voice of hundreds of sets, and the mobile phone with vibrato is playing outside, screaming in my ears! This terrifying and terrifying noise caused everyone present to drop their bows and arrows in pain, and cover their ears with both hands!
"Don't worry about the wounded! I won't waste precious spell slots on those cannon fodder! Others quickly retreat! Quick! Quick! Quick!!!" The slaves who survived under the centaur's bow and arrow attacked by the terrifying sound waves. , Climbed onto a small fishing boat moored in the harbor, the priest led by one axe cut the rope connecting the boat with the pier, and the other eight people waved the wood pulp and pushed the boat far away.
Painhurs angrily picked up the bow and arrow, and looked at the priest standing at the stern of the ship—the slave he remembered. Before the clan joined the council, Couronia ambushed a Gothic caravan. Joining the army, and the burly young human beings are really rare. What's more, there is a strange totem engraved on his cheek: a cross-shaped totem stands proudly among the double rings. It was exactly the same as the engraving on the cheek of the female skeleton at the beginning of the journey.
All of this left a deep impression on the pale white horse.
"Listen, slaves on the ship! I know you are forced, so I will not blame you! Choose, as long as you capture this priest alive, I will forgive your crimes and will not continue to pursue them! But if you choose Continue to flee? Believe me, your wives and children, will definitely endure torture and pain that mortals can't imagine! I swear by the gods I believe in! What I say is true!"
As an atheist, Pain Hess tried to solve this farce in the easiest way. What kind of trouble does a priest want to make in his lair? So he immediately took out a piece of copper wire and used [Communications] to mix his own words in the breeze, blowing them through the ears of eight Gothic slaves.
"Go paddling! Why did you stop?" The only Goth priest who couldn't hear the sound of magic, begs the surroundings in a puzzled manner. After getting the assurance from the acting chief in the name of the deity, the eight slaves, All stopped paddling. Because of fear, the slightly trembling body gradually calmed down, and the frightened face gradually struggled and struggled amidst shame and ecstasy.
The barbarian priest felt that the atmosphere on the boat was not right, and just thought of getting up, but a slave lifted the oar in his hand and hit the back of his head fiercely!
"boom!!!"
"Sorry, pastor, you are alone and naturally have no worries, but ... our wives and children are in the hands of these people. Although life here is not free, it is very peaceful and stable. I don't want to be with your religions. The madman catches up."
The slaves finally found enough excuses for their betrayal, and their ashamed faces slowly calmed down. They looked at the priest, who was limply lying on the deck, with a big head swollen, and said lightly.
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Time moved forward slightly.
When Horus seized the Gothic throne and transformed all weak and weak compatriots into bloodthirsty and terrifying werewolves. A small group of barbarians who had converted to the god of punishment rejected this supreme glory. In their view, becoming a dirty beast is an extremely dirty and blasphemous thing.
And headed by the heroic General Asana, and the remaining pastors under her.
Faced with these heretics whose minds and souls were already Roman, the Cyan Wolf King was also lazy to say something. The number of his troops is already horrifying. There are not too many of them, and not too many of them. In order to maintain his image, Horus is not good at killing his compatriots. He simply banished these believers from his kingdom and allowed them to fend for themselves in the wild.
Asana's glamorous eyes filled with tears watched her former homeland, occupied by bloodthirsty wolves. Looking at the dangerous field full of various monsters, and the lingering believers under his men, they couldn't help being filled with despair.
After struggling for a few days, she suddenly thought of a clever plan: that is to pretend to be refugees, traders, and deliberately captured and imprisoned by people and horses-it is very ridiculous to say that these barbarians who became slaves just escaped. The deadly wolf plague spread by Horus became the last group of normal compatriots on Gredinian Peninsula.
Therefore, these pastors and believers who were deliberately caught by the horses and horses worked hard during the day and quietly preached to other slaves at night. Under the protection of the powerful forces of the horses and horses, they slowly developed and accumulated their own strength.
But the Bloodfury clan is not stupid. With the passage of time, they still discovered these human anomalies. An invisible little devil and a few druids who turned into animals and lurked in the dark were destroyed in a blink of an eye. A missionary stronghold hidden in the harbor captured Asana's command alive, one of the most powerful priests.