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Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Life is like a play, it all depends on acting
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Watching the eight shivering slaves re-rowed the fishing boat back to the burning harbour, and brought the priest who fell unconscious to the ground with five flowers tied up in front of him respectfully, the magnanimous Painhurs also kept his promise. Instead of making things difficult for these slaves, he organized everyone to extinguish the flames of the port as soon as possible.
Under the busy schedule, the Bloodfury clan extinguished the small fire, and the pale white Mana's silky, white hair was also blackened by thick smoke.
"You, come here, and wipe the black dust off my body." Painhurs frowned, and summoned a slave from the crowd to wipe the dark stains for himself. The girl, with long orange-red hair that looked like a burning cloud, was very conspicuous in the crowd.
The barbarian girl named by the acting chief tremblingly moved forward. On top of the healthy, white and tender skin, more than a dozen were covered by linen clothes, with hideous and terrifying scars, all in a dull pain!
Asana lowered her head slightly, and hid a pair of beautiful eyes full of anger-white horses and horses, you can't go wrong, that night, he brought a small group of elites and defeated her proud army, and He used intensive javelins to destroy the pastor team he had worked so hard to build, and almost killed himself!
In that wave of assault, the monster coalition successfully reversed the battle, and even changed the fate of the Gothic Kingdom. The motherland was reduced to this appearance because of the pale monster in front of him!
However, the acting chief did not recognize the enemy's commander. That night, all the Eastern Goths wore exactly the same helmets and armors, and their faces were tightly covered by wooden shields, with only one pair of eyes exposed. How could he recognize this Goth priest who was killed in seconds after meeting?
Pain Hess carefully observed the male pastor's body, and did not pay attention to the servant who was wiping the blood off himself. His whole body trembled slightly because of humiliation and anger.
The priest is tall and has blond hair, no different from other Goths. But there is a strange totem engraved on the cheek: a cross-shaped totem is set inside the two layers of rings.
Speaking of it, when I first came into this world, the cheek bone of that female skeleton was also engraved with this mark...
"This scar... by the way! I looted a caravan, and the left cheeks of the people inside are engraved with this mark!" The eagle-feathered leader of the predator also leaned over, staring solemnly under the hoof of the pale white man. Body.
Asana's eyes, which were as beautiful as flames, were suddenly occupied by endless fear. The emblem of the God of Punishment was engraved on the cheeks, which was originally the supreme glory, symbolizing that they were the closest servants to God. But now, it has become a clue of whereabouts exposed!
"Speaking of it, it seems that you also have this totem engraved on your left cheek."
The white horse turned around thoughtfully, gently raised the female priest's chin, and stared at the cross totem of her pretty face. A pair of dark pupils, like an abyss, solemn and solemn.
"Excuse me, why do you two have exactly the same mark?"
Asana was soaked in cold sweat instantly all over her body! Compared with these half-man and half-horse monsters, the strength of her men is too weak, which is why she abandons the car to keep her handsome and does not help her brother.
"Respect, Lord Chief, this...This is the totem symbol of our village. In the coming-of-age ceremony, everyone must have this double-ring cross-shaped imprint on their cheeks."
Asana pretended to be innocent and scared, trying to win the other's trust. A few crystal tears even appeared inside the eye sockets.
"Is that so?" Painhurs squinted his eyes, and his horse hoofs slowly moved back and forth on the ground. Just like human beings sometimes shake their legs unconsciously.
"Magnus, bring Herniwell here, she is so knowledgeable, maybe she knows this totem."
"Heniwell? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it is impossible for the experienced people to recognize this mark! The people and horses who have lived on the grassland for a long time will at most deal with the elves of the East, how can they recognize the religious emblems from the Western Empire! "
Asana tried her best to comfort herself, but her heart refused to obey her orders, beating more and more fiercely! Suddenly, a slim figure in black and white with distinct colors came into my eyes. The barbarian priest's eyes widened in horror, he almost forgot to breathe, and his heart missed a beat!
Damn it! Why is there a drow here? ? ?
"Double ring cross? Am I still awake?"
Herniwell rubbed her aching head because of the hangover, and came to the scene of the accident dizzy. The exquisite face full of exotic style blooms with an expression of extreme surprise.
"As we all know, the Romans are polytheistic. They even allowed the conquered elves to retain their beliefs in deities such as Corylon and Rose. They also deliberately moved their statues to the Pantheon in Rome, standing side by side. Put them together for people to worship.
However, about a hundred years ago, Augustus suddenly announced the god of punishment as the spiritual pillar of the empire's orthodoxy, and at the same time, it continued to weaken people's belief in other gods. Doglegs dressed in white robes and armed with warhammers are also running around the streets and alleys-I have to say that since then, the order of the imperial cities has improved a lot. However, this doctrine is also easy to use in Gaul, Italy, Africa and other regions.
The top of the eternal lighthouse in Alexandria still has the immortal appearance of Lady Spider.
The temples of the false god Kerelon are still scattered all over Greece.
The statue of the sun god Pei Luo continued to stand in the sea port of Rhode Island, watching the ships of the white-skinned compatriots, walking back and forth in his crotch-when he entered the port, it was too exciting to look up. "
The drow slowly sobered up in the conversation, and spit out the other elves by the way.
Painhurs was stunned. The historical process of this fantasy plane was quite different from his hometown: this world really has gods, and it can interfere with the material universe to a certain extent. So... the Roman Empire was split into two parts, the East and the West. The Roman polytheism, which should have disappeared more than a hundred years ago, still exists! It's just that the followers of the God of Punishment dominate.
And beside him, disguised as a slave
Hernival swayed her seductive body with bumps, and slowly knelt on the beach. He gently bent down his slender waist, raised a handful of cold sea water from the Black Sea, and poured it on his delicate and beautiful face. Let the drops of crystal clear dark blue water dance and dance happily on her dark face and long silver hair.
Well, it's more comfortable, wait, this barbarian with beautiful hair is as beautiful as the sunset, so familiar. Orange-red hair, not common among barbarians...
"Huh? You are not the general who leads the Gothic barbarians!"
"Damn!!!"
Asana, who couldn't play, hurriedly prayed to the god she believed in for the supernatural power of magic. She saw that her feet flashed with a faint golden light, and she stepped on the ethereal sea breeze, floating in the air, crazy. Flee south!
Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: The Last Magic
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"Don't let her run!!!" Painhurs roared angrily, and a dim pink light flickered in the white felt hat. While Asana was running in the air, a blasphemous tentacled by the flesh and blood of the caster also stretched out from Painhurs' shoulders, dancing, spinning, and whistling, grabbing the barbarian. The priest's white ankle pulled back fiercely!
The sharp skull claws cut away the golden sacred light and the fragile flesh and blood skin. The dark green poisonous cloud entwined on the tentacles swarmed in along the rotten and rotten wounds, bursting and whistling in Asana's body, making her all over her body, as if crawling through thousands of ants, itching and painful. Extremely, it was like being naked and exposed to the severe cold in the north, and all the limbs were frozen stiff.
"Damn! This guy casts spells, doesn't he need to pray or sing!"
"Yo roar!" Looking at the female priest's milky white and smooth skin, clusters of terrifying dark green poisonous clouds emerged. The bully little devil immediately flapped two huge fleshy wings and flew into the sky. The barb-shaped sharp scorpion tail gleams with a deadly light!
Seeing that he could not move, he was dragged back to the side of the people by the dark green tentacles. Asana uttered a desperate cry in her heart. Crazy praying to the gods I believe in.
However, it was not a god who responded to her, but a comrade-in-arms who had fought with her for many years. The chaotic pier once again burned with a golden light. Another priest hiding in the crowd decisively exposed his identity, raised his arms high, and humblely prayed for the power of the gods!
"They have more accomplices!!!"
Pain Hess pulled out a heavy throwing spear. At the moment the javelin was shot, his waist, wrist, and fingers were rotated at the same time to exert force. The slender wooden handle that came out of the hand was along the longitudinal axis of the slender wooden pole. Turn it clockwise! This greatly maintains the stability of the javelin flying in the air. On the other hand, in the moist air, accompanied by the horrible whistling sound, it tore a graceful curve.
The priest watched the child's arm throwing a spear, growing in his pupils. He gritted his teeth, did not choose to dodge, but chanted more religiously, letting the terrorist killer flutter, whirl, and whizz to tear his abdomen.
As the spear pierced through the priest's body, it also rotated the sharp spear blades on both sides, mixing his muscles and internal organs into a mass of paste, one after the other, two bloody vortices mixed with fleshy flesh were cut out.
However, the white horse was still half a step slower. Before the priest died, he finally completed his prayers. The dying barbarian priest, before he was drowned in pain and darkness, guided a group of brilliant and brilliant divine energy to the sky. Clearing the Necro plague from the leader's body. Asana, who was reborn, immediately used the magical energy to construct a hard-headed hammer, smashing the illusory tentacles!
"General! This is my last magic..."
Seeing the enemy who was regaining freedom, holding a powerful weapon composed of magical energy in his hand, Magnus quickly clipped his tail and turned a 180-degree bend in the air. The red body gradually faded. Between the blue sky.
"A caravan's slave... Damn it! Curonia! Blow the horn of the enemy attack! The druids go back to protect the children! You and your predators, block the nearby roads, tell all the soldiers, let They kill or grab all the slaves with double-circle crosses on their cheeks! Leave none! Quick! Quick! Quick!"
"Yes!"
"Henivale! Can you catch that general alive!" Looking at the chaotic camp and the female priest who was gradually moving away, Painhurs frowned uneasy-the other party has exceeded the maximum reach of the ghost hand In the face of a priest who can heal wounds, bows and arrows can only delay the casting time.
As for the [vaporization form]? He could indeed fly into the sky with this arcane spell, but after turning his whole body into a storm, he could float forward at most two feet per second, which was too slow.
"Do you know how to swim? We, Alexandria's children, know this skill." Herniwell asked instead.
"Of course it will." Painhurs replied inexplicably.
"That's good." The drow grabbed his student's left hand and felt his hot body temperature. The delicate red lips revealed a complex spell, and the dark right hand drew a circle in the air to construct a dark temporary door.
The white white horse followed the teacher into any door, and the surrounding scenery suddenly turned into a crazy picture of thousands of colors, randomly painted. The colorful stars burned and collapsed in the dark abyss. A huge crimson crack runs through the entire chaotic world, exhausting at the end of the field of vision, and the inside of the crack spreads, flows, and vomits distorted, blasphemous, bloody rays of light.······
Before the acting chief had time to take a good look at the surrounding scenery, his eyes suddenly went dark, and all those bizarre and bizarre sights disappeared. Instead, there was a deep blue face and a human with orange-red hair... ··Heniwell teleported them to the top of Asana's head!
"Damn it! The salty sea water hurts the hair so much!!!"
Ps: I went to Xi'an to do business on the weekend... The plane flew over at 1 am and will fly home at 6 am tomorrow... The biological clock is broken...
Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Rekindled War
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"Silver-haired and black-skinned captain of the Roman Ofa team? Didn't her detective team have all been wiped out?! Why didn't this drow die? And is still on the side of the monster?"
Numerous ulterior conspiracy theories flashed back and forth in Asana's mind. Although the two rarely met, she still understood the magical ability of the wizard warlock. As a result, a sacred and inviolable golden holy light bloomed in the gentle and pleasant prayers like an oriole. It is like a transparent egg shell, which firmly protects Asana within the magical magic. Countless colorful flame patterns are also burning on the golden surface.
"Now, I'm not afraid of her flame magic." The female priest let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly, the sky above her head was obscured by a huge black shadow. Before Asana could raise her head, her head fell. He was hit by a heavy object, his eyes turned black, and he fainted on the spot.
Painhurs took a breath. The soft belly of the horse slammed heavily on a solid object, and he almost called out in pain. The rapid fall from high altitude made his heart almost jump out of his throat!
Fortunately, Herniwell first opened an arbitrary door on the sea, and then, pulling herself, stepped into the second dark door through the space. After stunned the barbarian general, the three fell into the drow. Another gate of the abyss appeared on the pier blacked out by smoke.
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The entire riot ended very quickly. The hundreds of believers that Asana has worked so hard to form are not very high. These low-level priests were smashed and slaughtered by the horses at Viseurius Fortress. When the ogres attacked Cesonisus, more than half of them were killed. Some people simply knelt at the feet of Horus and turned into wolves. There are so few people who really wander with her, and they can't match them.
Several low-level priests tried to rush into the inheritance tent of the Bloodfury clan and grab a few horses as hostages. But... they found sadly that those little ponies stood up, as tall and powerful as themselves. Agility is even worse! The leading little mare let out a tender roar, relying on her weight of almost half a ton, she turned her body into a collision, and broke the priest's rib with her soft shoulder (horse standard)!
Another boy quickly grabbed the hands of another female priest. The barbarian girl couldn't get rid of the natural strange power of the horses and horses. She couldn't even use the magic arts, and she was desperate. He raised his legs and tried to kick the enemy's tender organs that were not protected by his ribs with his feet, forcing him to loosen his grip on his hands because of the severe pain.
It's a pity that there are no internal organs inside the waist and limbs of the horse, and the attack is not light or heavy, and the grudge bear child raised his front hoof angrily, and the hard knee slammed into the female priest's belly——
After the two sides fought for a while, the druids who turned into eagles also sent out angry eagles in the sky! Let these inferior pastoral remnants wailing desperately!
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To calm the riots, heal the wounded, soothe the people, repair the damaged buildings, and also detain and interrogate the barbarian priests who got in... Just as Painhurs was busy and exhausted, the council finally came to an end. , After arguing one page after another, the listless and bloody chief came to the pale white horse dazedly.
"War is inevitable. Really, there is no time to rest." Christina shrank tiredly in Painhurs, and closed her eyes happily in the cold, firm embrace. The extremely hot body temperature of Rouge Liema makes the warm acting chief very comfortable.
"Yesterday everyone didn't want to go to war, trying to reach a settlement with the four clans. But... this morning there was news that the chief who claimed to be the sacred fire, preemptively, surrounded the poisonous bite clans that moved south, and persecuted each other. Join your own power-and the only reason the Chief Bites refuses them is that his own daughter is controlled by Toria."
"That cute loli who plays with the poisonous snake is under house arrest by Tolia? It's like her doing."
"After all, poisonous bite is considered a very powerful clan. If they really join the sacred fire and poison our pastures and water sources... Things will really be out of control. We will do it tomorrow. Going north, the werewolf on the west and the greenskin on the east, before reacting to it, put an end to the civil strife."
"Okay, I see. You haven't slept all night. Let's take a break now. I'll take care of the expedition." Painhurs gently stroked his lover's hot, beautiful, crimson hair like a flame. Bend down and kissed her delicate lips gently.
PS: Sorry, the two early morning planes this weekend are guaranteed to return to normal tomorrow.
Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: Chaos in the North
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Carlos Port
With the bloody sunset slowly sinking into the sea, the dilapidated flag with scales also fell into the red mud. The terrible corpses of countless lizardmen were fragmented and piled up into a mountain of death towering into the clouds.
The sturdy scales they are proud of were smashed by some kind of blunt weapon. Countless crimson trickles flowed down the broken flesh and gurgled out of the recesses, smearing the beautiful beaches like hell.
A nine-foot-long blue werewolf wearing a dragon scale armor, standing on the top of the highest corpse mountain, arrogantly overlooking the entire battlefield, won. After the battleground, the werewolf captured the port city dominated by lizardmen. . The elite werewolf wearing chain mail and holding a long-handled battle axe quickly swept the embers of the battlefield, and accompanied by a creepy wolf howl, chopped out a series of shocking blood sprays on the heads of the survivors.
However, after the victory, Horus' heart was filled with endless anger and fear. Eugene came back with a lot of appalling sad news: Gavill died heroically, Northern Castle, Iron Peak, Diodosiya, all fell under the horseshoes of those nomadic monsters, and the Goths lost their most fertile anointing at the same time. Fields, and the most abundant mineral veins!
At the same time, those damn monsters threatened to continue the war and demanded a lot of gold from themselves!
Compared with this terrible loss, defeating the Corruption Clan by himself and regaining the victory on the west coast is not enough.
"tread!"
Just as the Cangqing Wolf King was irritated, suddenly, a slight sound of horseshoes exploded in his ears!
Horseshoe! The speed in the giant wolf state is not lost to ordinary cavalry. The baggage transport troops arrived this morning, where is the sound of horseshoes!
The wolves who also heard the movement suddenly exploded their nests, erecting two furry pointed ears one after another. He cast his sharp gaze to the east vigilantly: a tall and strong black steed. We are approaching here fast!
Horus frowned. The horse's dim eyes were lifeless. The large pink skin exposed to the outside of the hair has long lost its luster and elasticity, and countless blood has solidified the hideous wounds, slowly decay, attracting countless flies and mosquitoes along the way, buzzing around him, a huge terror The fissure traversed the entire horse body, exposing the bones to the air.
The most ridiculous thing is that there is still a brown flag hanging on its side, with a blood scab that has long been condensed into black, smeared with a line of universal text: "Letter to the Gothic King."
A poor animal manipulated by necromantic spells. It seems that the Centaur knew that he had angered the true master of this land, so he dared not come to deliver the letter personally, so he had to manipulate the carcass of an animal and come to do it for him.
Cangqing Wolf King walked forward very cautiously, carefully looking at the undead in front of him. The hideous claws took out a parchment paper roll from the inside of the animal skin on the side of the black horse.
"Skerritt's newly appointed god, the humble servant of the King of Joy, the true master of the endless grassland, the pious priest, the hunter of the storm, the whistling feather arrow, the blood-stained spear. The green-skin slayer, the troll Disaster, the real supreme king of the peoples and horses: the holy Huo Ka'an. Pay tribute to the Gothic king.
The fall of the southern cities is the work of the centaurs and rebels. You and I work hand in hand. After victory, you will have the mountains and seashores in the south, and I will have the fertile grasslands in the north. "
Horus was taken aback for a moment. He had just seen a series of noble titles. He thought the other party was a cunning politician or a hypocritical nobleman. As a result...this guy used half a piece of paper to write his title, and a sentence to clarify all the negotiating matters?
Nouveau riche, greedy for vanity.
Cangqing Wolf King quickly set a series of negative definitions for the unknown Supreme King in his heart. On the surface, it looked like ancient ice, without showing any expression.
"So... Diodosia was shot down by the centaur and the party? They didn't dare to provoke us?" Eugene, who survived by chance, cautiously expressed his views, for fear of causing the wolf king's anger again. .
"How is it possible?" Abaddon, who was covered in darkness, smiled contemptuously. "Obviously, those four-legged monsters split into two factions. The weaker side was swallowed by fear and even sought help from the enemy at any cost."
"So, are we going to help one of them and retake Diodosiya?"
"Help? Why do you want to help. Let them kill each other and consume their vital power." Horus sneered, lifted the mace in his hand, and slammed it heavily on the head of the undead horse, accompanied by a terrifying loud noise. , Rotten flesh and blood, and broken bones splattered everywhere.
"Everyone, quickly go back to Simferopol and fix it! Eugene! You go to Cesonisus, we need more food and supplies! Abaddon! Take all your scouts, go to the east, tell me as soon as possible, Centaur What happened inside!"
"What about you?"
"Me? I'm going to Viselieus Fortress. I have to say that those goblins before are really shrewd and cunning. They actually used my father's fortress to collect tolls." Horus grinned two rows of sharp fangs. , Said with a grin. "Well, it's time to change my attitude. I will show my benevolence and allow some monster communities to leave the unsurvivable icy north, set foot in my warm country, and survive this cold and boneless winter-as long as they Swear an oath to fight for me and surrender a sufficient number of tribesmen as hostages."
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The totem flags of the nine clans obscured the dark sky, and the deafening sound of horseshoes shook the entire green pasture! After a long preparation, the eight chiefs united and slaughtered Tolia a fortune. After receiving enough bribes, she was again elected as the highest commander.
The Centaur Council, for the second time, drew an elite army of up to 10,000 people, more than 40,000 horses, and a large amount of bacon, salted fish, bread, and fresh water. As well as bags of bulging feather arrows, they embarked on the journey of the Northern Expedition mightily.
No one knows how many monster communities those greedy goblins sent to Gredingy. Fortunately, the remote south, the northern pastures were almost overwhelmed by the merciless war. The beast and the evil flame orcs under him are like a green natural disaster, destroying and plundering everything within sight. The werewolf tries to destroy the ogres and maintain a road leading to the fortress of Viseurius. Exit. And the ogres, clutching their hungry fat belly, whizzed and killed the convoy of the Centaur!
Toria sighed. Just a few days after the Jinlu clan left the north, the chaos here unexpectedly became like this! The grass was thirsty for blood and grew stronger and stronger. In just one day, the logistics and transportation troops were robbed three times! three times! Ogre, goblin, cat man...don't the same monster do it yet? !
The nine chiefs held a small meeting again. Christina and Med, lead the Bloodfury and Windhowl clan back to their original path, and are responsible for protecting the transportation of food. After all, the nearby Gothic village has been looted completely. Centaurs can indeed maintain a minimum of life by eating grass-but then, they will fall into a state of fatigue and cannot sustain a high-intensity battle at all.
Fortunately, those livestock that meet the standards of excellent war horses but are used as beasts by horses and horses can eat anywhere without having to carry extra grain and grass supplies-lose the fat when they lose their fat, and eat them directly when they are exhausted. Anyway, there are as many horses as you want at home.
Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: Sartre
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Glory of Skerritt
Forty days and nights have passed since the sacred fire captured this wooden fortress of mankind. The carnival crowds almost razed the fortress to the ground, leaving only the simple external walls to guard the acropolis, like the dense white tents of clouds.
The skilled craftsmen of the Falling Hammer clan used the wood ruins of the Gothic Longhouse to build a sacred statue of Skerrit in the middle of the castle. These details are controlled and every muscle and hair of the god are carved. Lifelike, as if in the next second, the tall and mighty god of nature and community will wave the spear in his hand and launch an unstoppable terrifying charge forward! Lead the men and horses to regain glorious victories.
The brown oak just shows the healthy wheat complexion of his human body and the hazel hair that grows on the horse's body. The flowing tail mane, the coat at the end of the horse's hoof, and the smooth hair are smeared into a flawless ice and snow face by a certain white berry.
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With the first faint golden light in the early morning, spreading on the green pastures, more than a thousand pious priests and horses humbled around the statue, like the wooden sculpture praying for today's magical power.
The closer the man and horse are to the statue, the more complicated and luxurious their equipment will be. The priest in the outer ring only wore a layer of studded leather armor. The six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of the centaurs in the inner ring are all covered by double armor. The soft and comfortable cloth on the inner layer, like a white curtain, hangs down to the end of a horse's hoof. The sophisticated chain mail draped over the white clothes placed all the weight on the priest's broad, majestic shoulders and horseback, extending down to the horse's belly.
However, their weaponry is quite uniform. Compound longbows, spears, long swords, and a wooden emblem that exudes a faint golden light-engraved with a cracked acorn, a twisted trunk stretched out from the cracks in the fruit and grew into A towering and leafy tree.
The profession of priests is extremely rare among the people. Their sacrificial activities are usually carried out by druids. Even if they are influenced by theology from an early age, they will give priority to druids instead of priests, like Abhuos did. It can be said that a pastor group of people and horses of this size is unique.
However, except for the devout believers under the Holy Fire, the brilliance of Skerrit has been swallowed by endless fear. The men and horses of other clans are trembling under Toria's anger and blade, and they can't stay in fear all day long. . Three surprises inside the castle!
They originally just wanted to pay the price when the other party finished a war, and when they were exhausted, they waited for the parliament that was unable to fight to sit on the ground and pay back the money. As a result, the lady gathered up an army the next day and set off to the north? !
For a while, the three chiefs panicked, and their spies and scouts also leaked the news everywhere in panic.
The evil and depraved prostitutes formed a council of people and horses in an attempt to deprive us of our freedom and sovereignty.
The fierce parliamentary army was assembled in Diodosiya.
The gleaming pseudo-king obtains war supplies from Tiefengbao.
Toria Masagota arrived in the northern grasslands.
Chief Golden Foot is only one day away from the glory of Skerrit!
"The catastrophe is imminent, are you still bowing to a piece of wood here?! If this goes on, tomorrow the grass will shout, "The descendants of the supreme God's choice, arrive at her eternal loyal Skerrit glorious!" "That lady has already killed us with eight clans! Well, you are still here to worship the gods, killing time? The old lady shouldn't build that wooden statue for you!"
The chief of the Hammerfall clan: Helm, raised four elegant and strong horseshoes, rushed to Ka'an cursingly, in front of the statue of Skerrit, grabbed the collar of the holy fire Ka'an with both hands, anxious Speaking uncomfortably.
She had long black hair wet with cold sweat. Sticking to the delicate and beautiful but helpless cheeks wet, a pair of amber pupils shook lightly because of fear and anger.
"Please show respect to the deity we worship, the ancestors of all horses, Chief Wildhammer." Ka'an didn't take much effort, breaking off the opponent's hands holding his collar, and said lightly.
"Respect? Why does my old lady maintain respect for that high god!"
He did not show up when my parents were hunted by frost insects!
When everyone was attacked by the Greenskin Tribe, He did not appear!
He did not appear when the clan was swallowed by the cold famine!
Now, we are about to be eaten and wiped by the golden lady, but He still hasn't appeared! ! ! "
Helm roared hoarsely. In the amber pupils, crystal tears flickered faintly. "We are the only ones who save our Hammerfall clan."
"I am the one who saves your hammer-falling clan." Holy Fire smiled, confidently.
"Yes, yes, without your help, the corpse of the old lady might have been gnawed by the vultures. Therefore, my clan, my chief, is still seeking countermeasures from you, unlike the other two chiefs who have packed their bags and are ready to go. Kneeling and begging!" Chief Falling Hammer rolled his eyes silently.
"Don't worry, my friend." Ka'an patted Helm's broad shoulder lightly, "I'm fully prepared to meet the supreme soldier of the descendant of God."
"You want to make me feel at ease, at least you have to reveal the plan, so that I have a bottom, old friend!" Helm said almost imploringly. "Nearly half of everyone's army is besieging the migrating troops of the Toxic Bite clan. Our strength is stretched, and an operation error may even be flanked by both sides! Please give me a reason for peace of mind! Could it be that you still treat me as an outsider? Don't want to put your heart in my heart?"
Sacred Fire still kept a polite smile in the face of such blatant interrogation.
"Yes, this plan, the less people know, the better."
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Viseurius Fortress
Horus returned to his human form, and besides the scales of the dragon, he put on a graceful fur coat. Under the shining sun, gleaming pure silver light.
As early as a few years ago, the Gothic king who was able to control the animal desires in his heart was now like an elegant noble in well-dressed. Sit calmly on the hall. On both sides of the hall, a hundred derelict warriors dressed in scale armor and holding long-handled axes stood solemnly around. If it were not for the slight tremor of their noses, others would even think they were iron statues.
"Squeak--"
The repaired castle gate was pushed open again by the palm of the Gothic. Two weird creatures that were almost human, stripped of armor and weapons, stepped on the hard wooden planks and slowly approached Horus.
Their upper bodies are young women with hot builds, with two slender and strong thighs covered with black hair, their knees bent back, and the ends of their legs look like hooves.
Horus took a closer look and found that on both sides of their youthful and beautiful faces, there were a pair of twisted and hard bone horns. Inside the golden eyes, a pair of evil square pupils attracted the surroundings like black holes. Gaze. Staring at the ghastly pupil of the goat, as if directly witnessing the distorted, chaotic void itself.
Sartre, or half-sheep man.
Satyr, a naked female, continued to move forward. The exquisite articulated hoof and the anti-joint legs make her attractive buttocks like a peach, involuntarily bulging backwards, revealing her beautiful S-shaped figure to the fullest, coupled with the exquisite and lovely Little tail, the werewolf couldn't control this scene at all.
Like a statue, the dead soldiers standing on both sides of them shook in an instant, their necks slowly twisted to the left and right with the glamorous stunner, and the bloodshot eyes inside the eye sockets became denser.
"Your Majesty the King who is always healthy." The leader of Sartre knelt humbly at the feet of Horus. The singing voice, which was as beautiful as a nightingale, slowly revealed common words. And Sartre next to her, already deterred by the terrifying aura of Horus, did not move. The sheep's tail at the end of her spine swayed more violently and frequently.
"My soldier, will raise the herding flute and scimitar for you. In exchange for the right of the whole clan to spend the winter on your land. As a guarantee, I brought the most loyal deputy, and a total of three hundred underages. Satyr cubs, as hostages, they are already under the supervision of your soldiers."
The werewolf who was in charge of counting the number of people nodded silently in the distance, indicating that what she said was true.
"Very good." Horus nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and personally helped the Sartre leader who was kneeling on the ground. "Return her adjutant to command the army, and the three hundred lambs are locked up hostage with this female chief."
"What! This is different from what you said!"
Chief Sartre raised his head suddenly. The square pupils of the goat trembled violently with fear.
"If I say that the chief is a hostage, you will definitely send a small soldier to pretend the chief to send it to me. Just like this so-called [deputy] beside you, looking at Wei Wei Nuo's counsel, you have never seen a bloody coward. "The Cangqing Wolf King rolled his eyes and punctured Sartre's lies casually. The muscles all over his body swelled rapidly, and under the horrified gaze of the two of them, they instantly turned into a terrifying and terrifying blue wolf!
Facing the wolf king from zero distance, after the almost substantive murderous intent, the Sartre leader was frightened and collapsed to the ground, trembling like a sieve, covered with black hair, and between his elegant and slender legs, a ooze oozes out. Fishy water stains on the beach.
"Now you have no choice. Help me fight or die." Horus quietly transformed back into a human form.
"One more thing, clean my floor."
PS: Don't complain about the source of the picture. The half-goats on the Internet are all men, so they can only get a charge in the Gwent card.