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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One: Stealing the Sky

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"Greed will kill people...I remember this sentence."

Before Ka'an could react from the hellhound's fear, a tall and strong pale figure unexpectedly walked out of the pillar of flames that penetrated the sky and the earth.

Before the war, Painhurs cast himself a [false life]. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he still barely resisted the bombardment of flames. Yesterday, it rained a whole day and the ground was full of puddles. Just two rolls can extinguish the flames that ran to her body. Damn it, the woolen shawl woven by Christina herself was burned by this damned priest. , Can you pay for it...

Just as the pale white horse gritted its teeth, suddenly a piece of burnt cloth fell from the top of Painhurs' head. The turban that first began to burn was completely burned by the flames, and the acting chief's long, soft and flowing pale hair and the golden crown of the nine demons dancing wildly were all exposed to the eyes of everyone.

In the distance, Abhuos helplessly covered his forehead. And the descendant of God who has been watching the battle, his silver eyes widened in shock! Was the witchcraft crown pursued by my family for generations actually worn on the head of that man and horse? !

"Do not!!!"

On the other side, the Supreme King uttered a desperate cry. He broke a leg and tried to regain a defensive weapon in front of the dog's mouth. However, the vicious dog full of hell flames moved more quickly!

With two scrawny hind legs, with a hard kick, the skinny and hideous body drew a burning arc in the air, and the whole dog was directly on Ka'an! And the sharp front paws entwined with flames were deeply embedded in the broad shoulders of the sacred fire, the hideous and terrifying head was slightly deflected, and the slender dog kiss bit heavily on the slender neck of Ka'an.

The deadly canine teeth cut the flesh and blood of the Supreme King, and the hot hell flames of the throat burned the bloody and miserable wounds of the other party.

"A...Alan, Nure, S..."

Ka'an, who was dying, was still struggling in desperation. He held up the emblem and tried to kill the hell dog in front of him with magical skills. However, the pale white horse who had been a white horse last time would not give him a second chance. A crimson ghost tentacles immediately bit his back, desperately sucking the priest's life energy, temporarily maintaining the life of the warlock like a candle in the wind.

A huge battle axe, under the terrifying force of Painhurs, draws a silver-gray killing arc in the air, and the sound of the axe cutting the air is enough to make everything tremble! Under the assisted aiming of [Keep the Enemy First], the rotating giant axe accurately cut off Ka'an's wrist. Let him clenched the right hand of the Divine Emblem, and fell heavily to the ground with the blood in the sky.

"boom!"

After confirming that the opponent did not have the ability to resist, relying on [Invisibility], Magnus, who had been observing secretly, also appeared in the air. The deadly scorpion tail accurately pierced the left eye of the sacred fire, and the little devil twitched fiercely, and the barb on the tail directly pulled the opponent's broken eyeball out of the eye socket!

I don't know why, this little devil has an almost paranoid hobby for destroying the eyes of enemies.

With the landing of the Divine Emblem, the Supreme King lost his control over his divinity. The shadow of the deity that looked like a mountain and covered the sky and the sun disappeared without a trace. The people who escaped the control got up. The descendants of the gods also arrogantly sounded their horns, carrying hundreds of armored and golden guards, and strode towards themselves. As he walked, the silver pupils danced back and forth between the emblem and the crown, exuding endless greed.

"It's okay, they are still some distance away from you! Hurry up and hold that emblem! As long as you take it, you are the second sacred fire! The High King!"

"Don't take it! That thing is a scourge! There won't be any centaur, willing to succumb to your slavery! What's more, it only works on centaur! Familiars and summons can move freely. Look! Ka'an tried to use it. It controls the thirteen clans, what about his result?"

"Shut up! That guy was caught off guard! With your strength, what else is there to be afraid of! Toria has already taken a fancy to your witchcraft crown. Preemptive strikes, and later strikes control others, before you start It's late! With this oak emblem, let alone the two gems in her hand, you can order her to striptease in front of everyone!"

Looking at the blood-stained oak emblem under his hoof, Painhurs had a violent struggle in his heart. The two villains fought into a ball in his mind. Before he could make a choice, the guards of the descendants of God chose the armored guards. , And the other cheering people are no more than a hundred feet away from yourself! No time to think about it

"Brothers and sisters! Listen to me!"

Between the lightning and flint, the pale white horse grabbed the blood-stained emblem in the severed hand, and held it high under the watchful watch of the assembly army. At the same time, the devil's crown also shone with a gentle pink light.

"This is not Skerrit's badge at all! How can the deity we believe in, like the abominable slave-owner, enslaves his free people?! Will his child experience such a tragic situation?! On this badge? Hosted with evil magic! It is not the handwriting of the god of nature and community at all! Holy Huo Ka'an is just a complete liar!!!"

Listening to Painhurs' words, some unknown people nodded suddenly. People only believe in what they are willing to believe. Because they couldn't bear the endless despair brought about by the collapse of faith, or the truth.

"Such evil things must never fall into the hands of anyone!"

Seeing that the descendants of God's Choice speeded up their progress without saying a word, Painhurs also roared to the sky in excitement! He threw the badge on the ground, and the Hellhound, spitting flames and black smoke, immediately opened his mouth of the blood basin that was burning with hell flames, spitting out monstrous flames, and burning the wooden badge to annihilation! ! !

Tolia stared quietly at the pale white horse in front of her, did not make any remarks about the crown or his act of burning the emblem, then turned and left. However, the horrible silence is more suffocating than any words.

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"Yes, Painhurs! Use [Communications] to talk to me secretly throughout the whole process, let me hide the real emblem, and then immediately send [Magic Trick] to forge a fake and shoddy product that looks similar.

Then, before everyone reacted, order the Hellhound to burn the counterfeit...In this way, while you have the emblem, the protective crown, and the strength to compete with Toria, you also avoid other people's troubles. Covet and hatred. "

Casting the invisibility spell again, played with Painhurs with the Magnus who changed the sky, while playing with the invisible oak emblem. While looking at his feet, the Ma tribes who were kept in the drum, chanted the "great deeds" of the warlock loudly, and made a silent ridicule.

"This journey to leave Bator's Nine Prisons is really interesting."

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Chapter 122: The Fallen Castle

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"Painhurs!!!"

Christina took a group of tall men in iron armor and fearless, and from the cheering crowd, forcibly squeezed out a path to her lover. The passionate and beautiful rouge horse hugged the scarred pale white horse. The other elites put their two chiefs firmly in the center of the crowd.

These improved equipment, the two bodies of the centaur, both draped in heavy chain mail, and shoulders against the two-handed giant axe, the blood-angered elites pretend to be happy, but their hands are constantly rubbing the smooth wooden axe handles. The vigilant eyes were secretly observing the movements of the Jinlu clan.

"Don't worry, she didn't dare to do it in front of everyone."

Painhurs hugged the beautiful woman in front of him, feeling the soft, hot and curvaceous body of Rouge Liema, whispering in her ear.

"That's just in case. That woman will even send her own guard to death! The ghost knows what she dares to do! Oh, by the way, you don't understand the culture of people and horses. The duty of the guard is almost always Served by the chief's blood relatives, or life and death acquaintances."

"Oh? When I first joined the Bloodfury clan, I was appointed as your guard. Then... At that time, I was your blood relative, or life and death?" The white white horse said with a laugh.

"To shut up."

Christina originally looked distressedly at the horrible burn on her lover's body. When she heard the warlock's joke, a seductive blush instantly flew on her beautiful cheeks. White and slender fingers, shyly dotted on the blisters scalded by the flame, Painhurs grinned in pain.

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"Chief, that pale white horse, but wearing the highest crown passed down from generation to generation in your family!"

Seeing Tolia not saying a word, she turned around and left. Instead, the costumed guard next to her was anxious. The new captain of the guard: Gulvia, hurried to her side, bent her four hooves slightly, so as not to hit the antler decoration on the helmet of the descendant of God, and leaned against her. Whispering in the ear.

"You really can't shoot him in front of everyone. But we can buy it with money. Maybe that guy doesn't know the power of this crown and the meaning it represents! One hundred, no, five hundred pounds of gold Add some magical wonders, you can definitely buy it from the shabby clan!"

"The arrogance is on the face, not in the heart, Gulvia. Don't treat everyone else as a fool. Look, Painhurs casts spells instantaneously many times during the battle, and he hides the crown. Skills can explain the problem very well-he has an extremely deep understanding of the witchcraft crown.

Damn it! That warlock's hair is also white...withered bone sacrifice, the prophecy of Abhuos..."

Toria's face was somber that it could almost drip out, but if she did something to Painhurs under the eyes of everyone, then her promise to unite the clans would be a complete joke, and finally gathered together. This clan will also be chilled by this, and then fall apart.

Then, I can only play the yin slowly in the future. The primary goal now is to eliminate the remnants of the Supreme King.

Thinking of this, the descendant of God picked up her natural disaster war blade from the front of the sacred fire corpse, and accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, she pointed the sharp sword with dazzling electric light at a distance to the northern castle. In front of the rebel compatriots who were frightened, they arrogantly gave orders.

"charge!!!"

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"Don't panic! Don't panic! We can block it! Close the city gate! Block the corridor!"

In the face of the death of the Supreme King and the menacing assembly of the council, the four clans fell and scattered, forming a mess inside the castle. The priest under the sacred fire tried to revive morale. However, without the deterrence of Ka'an and the badge, they could not command the two clan members that had just been incorporated.

Ka'an's deputy and spouse: Auror. The priests with determination, tried to resist, and madly gathered all the compatriots who did not collapse. In the chaos, the female priest was surprised to find that the Hammerfall clan had not wavered, and under the leadership of their chief, they still maintained a high degree of discipline.

"Chief Helm! Please take your Hammerfall Clan into the battle! With the tall walls, we can resist the council's army! We still have hope of a comeback!"

Aurore is like a drowning horse floating in the sea, trying to catch the last straw on the sea. She ran frantically in the direction of Chief Falling Hammer, but what greeted her was a sharp feather that covered the sky. arrow.

A barbed iron arrow with a handle that was forged by a falling hammer craftsman, like a flying locust, hit the female priest in a dense number.

The sharp clusters of arrows cannot penetrate the defense of the chain mail, but there are still some highly skilled archers who shoot feather arrows into the opponent's slender front legs, white hands, and charming cheeks! Accompanied by waves of tactful wailing, shocking scarlet waves splashed out.

"Helm! Do you want to betray the Supreme King too!"

The Supreme Queen uttered a scream of horror. The ends of those barbed arrows were tied with a flexible twine soaked in animal fat. The hammer soldier lowered the longbow in his hand and pulled it hard. The sharp iron arrow penetrated into her body and immediately rubbed against it. With the delicate flesh and blood of the female priest, shrinking back, the hideous barbs tightly jammed her hard bones, and instantly knocked down the young man and horse!

"Sorry, I'm actually an undercover agent."

Seeing the supreme queen who was always high above, now she collapsed in a pool of muddy blood, her hands and feet were torn and pierced by barb feather arrows, and she was dragged all the way to her feet by the soldiers, Helm raised calmly. With the heavy hammer in his hand, the terrifying iron-cast hammer face was constantly enlarged in Auror's pupils.······

"Pouch."

"The Supreme King is dead! Now inside the castle, I, the Hammer Chief Helm, has the highest status! You should obey my command!!!" The spy chief wielded the huge brain and blood-stained warhammer, high inside the castle. Roar.

"I order you to open the door and surrender! Only in this way will the descendants of God forgive you for your crimes! If any one chooses to resist, then Chief Golden Foot will pour out her boundless anger on everyone's heads!

At that time, all of you will be thrown into the Black Sea! The soul is always trapped in the dark seabed, unable to feel the warm sunshine, shining warmly on its face, unable to feel the gentle breeze, lightly sweeping the coat of the body, and unable to enjoy the beauty of the four hooves galloping freely on the grassland. ! "

Hearing Helm's declaration, the chaotic people finally recovered some sanity. Because of this horrible continuous sitting, those compatriots who insist on resisting seem to be their father-killing enemies! In order to survive, one by one pulled out the longbow scimitar at his waist in an instant, and slaughtered every devout priest of Skerritt beside him.

The successive deaths of the high-level leaders of the Holy Fire also caused the believers to lose their command, form a mess, and fight each other. It was like a lonely island in the vast ocean, and it didn't take long for it to be completely swallowed by more people than them.

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"Squeak--"

When the parliamentary army arrived at the city gate, the rebels had already cleaned up the interior. The flag burning with golden flames, falling into the filthy mud, and the blood-soaked Helm, led the fall hammer man and horse, opened the heavy door, and the remaining clansmen knelt and stood on both sides trembling, welcoming the army into the city.

"Old... old friend, I have completed my task, Skerritt's Glory, it's you, not yours."

Seeing Toria, who was fully armed and walking in front of the army, Chief Falling Hammer showed a flattering smile. Before she waited for more sets, countless verdant winding vines stretched out from the descendants of God's choice, turning into wildly dancing green pythons, flaring their teeth and claws, tying Helm's six limbs and skeletal bodies!

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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three: Despair

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"Toria?! What are you going to do!"

Helm, whose hands and four hooves were tightly bound, screamed in horror. Under the golden mask full of patterns, the silver eyes of the descendants of God's Choice are like death winter, cold to less than a trace of emotion, making her whole body like an ice cave!

"Helm, my old friend, it's really been a long time since I saw you. Could you explain to me about the badge in Ka'an?"

Chief Jinlu opened his arms mockingly, made a hug, and said sharply.

"I... he is too deep in his city, he has never shown this hole card! Even I don't know that he has such a terrifying props!"

"Don't play me like a fool!!!"

Toria, full of anger, roared angrily. When she thought of her arrogant herself, she actually knelt in front of the sacred fire hoof in full view, her graceful and soft body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"I thought it was strange, why can the people on the wall laugh at the council's army when death is imminent? It turns out that they all know about the badge and want to look at me to make a fool of."

"Listen to me! Toria!" Helm tried to break free from the entanglement of the vines, but when she saw the black army behind the Chief Jinlu, she gave up the struggle, pale and weakly defended.

"I've noticed that among those who laugh at the council, some are carrying iron-forged warhammers. Their faces are even more smoky and pitch black-this characteristic is very much like your forging craftsman. Don't refute me. My eyes are comparable to eagles. The soldier in the middle of the second row behind you, yes, it is him! He was on the wall at the time, laughing at me!"

Tolia looked arrogantly at the friend in front of her, sweating like rain, her six limbs and hundreds of skeletons trembled like chaff, letting the terror slowly escalate in silence.

"Please don't insult my IQ, your people know this, why don't you know? Why don't you tell me such important information?!

Let me guess, you think I will lose, you think the descendant of God's choice. Can't win this war, so if you want to make mistakes, you can simply take refuge in the side of the sacred fire! It was not until the death of the High King that you remembered it again and carried out our plan, did you? You grass on the wall that dances with the wind. "

"I'm sorry! Toria! That badge is so terrible, I can't resist his supernatural power at all! For the sake of everyone's cooperation for many years, please forgive me!!!"

Looking at the truth, the clothes called "lie" were gradually torn to pieces by the descendants of God's choice. The Chief Hammer fell like a naked baby, exposed to the endless pack of wolves, and wailed in fear.

She desperately prayed for forgiveness from her old friend, and then what she was waiting for was a golden scepter inlaid with two azure sapphires,

"Gold is an excellent magical material, and magical energy can be accelerated in its body. However, only gold that has been carefully calculated and carved into a specific shape can carry the terrifying power of these gems."

Toria glanced at Painhuis behind her, and on his golden crown, two gems, one green and one pink, whispered softly. The terrifying eyes made the pale white horse feel cold. Tightly grasped the oak emblem inside the pocket.

Then, the descendant of God's Choice turned his head to Helm again, and said slowly.

"These two arcane gems, which are as blue as the sky, have been circulating in my family for many years. One is called [Chaos Kernel], which can increase the wearer's magic damage and magic success probability, and provide a certain magic resistance. And The other [Fall of the Sky], as long as the user pays some price, when he releases the magic, he will simultaneously cast an exact copy spell, and even the super magic spell can be copied at the same time."

The descendants of the gods hold the scepter high, and the wind and clouds change color in an instant, and the whistling wind pushes the low clouds, slowly obstructing the blue sky, even the bright sun cannot penetrate the thick and dark clouds of terror. Accompanied by a low roar of melodious thunder, a series of shocking golden lightning rushed through the black clouds.

Toria raised her left hand slightly, and the large and terrifying green vines lifted the hammer-dropped chieftain in chain mail aloft. A small green vine rolled up Helm's heavy steel-cast warhammer, using it as a lightning rod. One end pointed to the sky, and the other end was attached to the pale forehead of Chief Falling Hammer.

"No, no! No!!!"

Facing the pitch-black thundercloud with massive electric current, Helm screamed desperately.

But that voice was immediately covered by the deafening sound of thunder! Suddenly, there were full buckets of thickness, dense, dense, innumerable golden lightning, like a flood that burst a bank, and like a collapsed sky, protruding their dazzling bodies from the dark clouds, whistling, crowding, and shoving, They rushed to fall on the hammer, and injected double the terror current into the body of the chief of the hammer!

The scorching heat of lightning slowly melted Helm's chain mail, and the hot molten iron slowly flowed downward, eroding and burning the weak flesh and blood of the horses and horses, accompanied by terrifying black smoke, emitting a charming scorching smell.

The terrifying electric current also surged through Helm's six limbs and hundreds of skeletons, leaving the surface of her skin, leaving behind a totem of lightning that looked like a towering tree. Before long, she stopped the beating of her two hearts.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

Even if the Chief of the Falling Hammer is already dead, the sky full of thunder still falls from the sky at an incredible speed! Severely bombarded her gradually freezing corpse!

The flesh-and-blood body was first evaporated by all the water, turned into pitch-black coke, and then disintegrated into crisp pieces by the thunder. The thick green vines also burned into the sky in the electric heat, and the body was burned to the sky. The ashes, engulfed by the strong wind, blowing in all directions.

"I accept your surrender. From now on, we are brothers and sisters fighting for the same goal! But remember, never think of betraying me. Otherwise, Helm will be your example."

Seeing the rebels trembling in the thunderstorm, Toria withdrew from the thunderstorm. The black ashes flying all over the sky fluttered around her as the center.

A beam of bright and dazzling golden sunlight broke through the thick clouds that were gradually dissipating. It happened to hit the descendants of God's choice, making the gods covered in gold, steel and wood armor, holding the sword of natural disasters in one hand and the golden staff in the other. Choosing descendants is like a lofty, sacred king.

"No one can betray me, no,"

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Chapter 124: Awakening

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A huge internal division, accompanied by the successive deaths of the four chiefs, slowly came to an end. Under the coercion of Chief Jinlu, the surrendered men and horses used the most tear-jerking and affectionate writing styles to write out volumes of family letters with tears and send them to the other half of the army that was still besieging the poisonous clan.

For a time, countless scrolls of parchment were like goose feathers, completely flooding the barracks of the Holy Fire Remnant Party. The Supreme King died in battle, the Glory of Skerrit fell, and his wife, children, and children all fell into the hands of the parliamentary army! If you are not careful, you will suffer a poisonous bite and a double-sided attack from the Parliament!

Sadness, anger, fear, and endless negative emotions instantly overwhelmed this few partial teachers and destroyed their psychological defense. The sound of sorrowful crying and desperate wailing hovered over the campsite, unable to dissipate for a long time.

In the early morning of the next day, the Chief Bite was surprised to find that the army besieging him had disappeared completely - they had all withdrawn from the fallen fortress, scrambling to swear allegiance to the parliament. And her own daughter, also under the protection of a group of golden guards, threw into her arms happily.

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Glory of Skerritt

"These pastors really don't enjoy life."

Pain Hess, who had been cured of burns by the druids, looked around silently-the buildings inside the castle were demolished by the sacred fire, and the four clans were built on the ruins of the fortified wooden houses. Tent overnight...

The pale white horse was unable to complain for a while. Instead, the others looked like they were accustomed to. They picked up firewood, built huge bonfires around the statue of Skerrit, happily killed cattle and sheep, and opened an altar of mellow ale made by the Goths, starting a new round of carnival.

Since you can't predict your future destiny, then at least you must live every minute and every second in front of you very wonderfully.

Not long after the assembly of the Council, the Nine Clans did not recognize the members of the other clans at all. Now, regardless of your status and status, whether you are the chief of the Council or the soldier of the Holy Fire, you are now all brothers and sisters participating in the carnival. ,

One by one, the drunk people and horses hooked up side by side. While bragging about their past achievements, they raised their glasses to the sculpture of the gods surrounded by a dozen huge bonfires in the center.

Of course, no matter which clan, the wine glasses of the centaur are all made of the skulls of orcs, bear goblins, even elves, and humans.

In a wave of joy, Christina and Painhuis, happily snuggling together, accepting thanks from your compatriots. Except for a few insidious and cunning guys, the people and horses are straightforward, and they have given their sincere blessings to the pale white horses that have saved them. A real gift.

The Greymane clan sent ten Kontos lances cast by the Romans, and the Stormpike clan gave a pair of high-quality chain mail shirts with gleaming silver light.······

Tasmar, the infamous clan for carrying foreign races to fight, sent a beautiful elven male favorite-Chief An Ran suddenly realized after thinking of the other party's gender, and hurriedly blasted the guy back. , Re-select a young and lovely elf girl-the ghost knows where they grab so many elf slaves.

Seeing his lover's dazzling bloody eyes like rubies, narrowing into a beautiful bloody crescent, staring at his face with a smile, Painhurs immediately decided to give this unlucky elf to Teacher Zall as a maid. Yes, although Heniwell has long been accustomed to a military career, in her bones, she is still a spoiled upper-class noble.

Next is the leader of the dead poet, the famous bard Peanna. She shook her slender waist, which was engraved with tattoos, and walked in front of the two with amorous feelings. She ambiguously took off the only piece of clothing on her body: a piece that looked like misty water, but it shone with thousands of things. Stars, beautiful tulle cloak.

At this moment, there are only two delicate blue roses on the top of the hill, which can conceal the last trace of her glamorous ketone body.

After feeling the strong hostility of the Rouge Liema, the beautiful and moving bard smiled lightly, leaned up provocatively, and gently tied the magical clothes with his own body temperature and fragrance on the shoulders of the pale white horse. on.

Pain Hess was taken aback for a moment, and his attention shifted from the leader of the poetic dead to the dreamlike cloak of stars-this is a magical object that can increase the charm of the wearer!

The long overdue Chief Golden Foot, the last one came to Painhurs's side. After the big victory, Tolia finally got rid of the shackles of the armor and wore [casual clothes] for the first time to participate in this grand carnival.

Her body is curvy and beautiful, yet enchanting. The elegant and supple silver coat is like silk and satin, without a trace of impurities. The forehead, ears, wrists, horseshoes are covered with exquisite jewelry made of gold and gems. Under the shining moonlight and fiery flames, they contrast with the silver hair of Chief Golden Foot.

Toria did not say a word, gently raised her delicate and beautiful chin, left and right guards, immediately took out an antique wooden box, and gently placed it in front of Painhess.

The pale white horse cautiously opened the wooden box, and in the center of the fur cushion, there was an exquisite headband made of gold and inlaid with a blue gemstone.

Another magical wonder, but what it increases is the intelligence of the wearer.

Painhurs tried to bloom a standard smile, but deep in his heart, there were stormy waves.

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"She actually gave you an intellectual headband! This is a naked insult!"

Painhurs hurriedly left the scene of the carnival under the pretext of urinating, staring coldly at the flames skyrocketing in the distance. Magnus sat on his generous left shoulder and raised his right paw angrily.

"Yeah, a warning. I am not a two-headed giant, so naturally I can only wear one headgear, so she wants me to wear this headband of intelligence and honestly hand over the witchcraft crown. As for the intelligence bonus... ····She meant, let me grow my mind and don't make any stupid decisions, haha!"

The white horse laughed contemptuously. He wanted to throw the insulting magical object in his hand into the deep ocean, but after thinking about it, he took back the inside of the backpack again.

"Just like I can see the bronze fortress where you live, you can also see the hometown where I grew up, right? Are you surprised by the high-rise buildings and concrete forests there?"

Painhurs suddenly asked.

"Yes, I can see, but why should I be surprised? A normal world in the multiverse."

The little devil said it carelessly. "I remember this world, Charles Ponzi, for hundreds of years... No, the time between the two worlds is not common. Anyway, that infamous monster. I have been to your world and made a lot of money. After a fortune, I went back to hell and continued to be happy."

Painhurs smiled, and he could cross over. There was nothing strange about the people here running to their original hometown.

"Did you know, in that world, I was alone. Therefore, when facing the crowd with a knife hidden in a smile, an unpredictable crowd, and the turbulent political vortex, endless conspiracies and tricks, I chose to escape and ran to the outskirts of the mountains and rivers. In the middle, sensual, far away from the fight, just like a timid, humble coward." Painhurs remembered and laughed at his past.

"But now, I have the bloody anger who can fight side by side, the brothers and sisters who can open my heart, and Christina who can tell each other. This time, how can I escape? Where to flee?!"

"Then, you have another choice." Magnus pointed to the scary golden crown of the nine demons dancing wildly, his eyes fixed on the warlock's expression. Secretly tightened the muscles of the whole body.

"Hand it over, with your power and prestige. After getting the witchcraft crown, Toria, who is satisfied, will not attack you, and you can still maintain the current stable life."

Hearing the enthusiastic suggestion of the little devil, the dark eyes of the pale white horse suddenly burst into a darker light that was deeper than the void. On the handsome face, a sullen smile that looked like a devil slowly appeared. He seemed to have made up a certain determination, and his whole body was exuding a fiery fighting spirit like a rough sea, surging to the extreme.

"No, Magnus. This time...I won't run away again, won't run away again." The acting chief played with the oak emblem in his hand and stroked its exquisite wooden texture obsessively. .

"If I want to fight against the Jinlu clan and the descendants of God, I must let the Bloodfury clan get more available soldiers, win more allies in Gredinian, and gain more rights within the council!

Yes, the disintegrated kingdom of centaurs and horses must be unified, and the one wearing the crown is me from the beginning: Peinhes of the Bloodfury clan! Pale horse! Not a shining descendant of God's choice! "

Seeing such a strong fight broke out from his contractor, Magnus relaxed, with a scorpion tail, swaying left and right happily, revealing an unpredictable smile.

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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five: The Covenant

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The next morning·Poison Bite Camp

The Chief Venomous Bite expertly dissected the corpse of a giant snake. His hair and beard were all white, and his skin was covered with scars. The folds were twisted together. The variegated coat was dull and dull like withered grass. His vicissitudes of life were also covered. The layer symbolizes the shadow of aging and death, completely covered.

Even though Sogros has entered the old age of the centaur, his hands that smashed the corpse are still accurate and stable. With a sharp dagger, it easily cut the throat of the giant snake and carefully removed its full venom glands. Gently squeeze the thumb and index finger, and pour all the highly toxic liquid inside into an expensive crystal bottle.

"Huh—the work is complete, what did you just say?" After all this, Sogros finally breathed a sigh of relief, took off his thick anti-virus gloves, and gently wiped it away with his left hand that was asered as a few corpses. The sweat from the temples turned and looked at the visitors who came forward.

"Do you want to form an alliance with me and fight against Toria of the Jinlu clan in the parliament?"

"Yes, honorable Chief Bite."

Painhurs waited in the tent for a long time and spoke very patiently. Only nine of the thirteen councils are left. Except for the golden shoes, blood fury, and the withered bones that remain neutral, the five clans have been in contact with Tolia for a very long time. The Thunder Spear and Grey Mane clearly indicate that they are standing in the support. On Liya's side, the other clans may also have the eyeliner of the descendants of the gods, the acting chief, unable to determine their true position.

Think about it carefully, it is probably the safest choice to win the last poison bite clan to join the council.

"Do you want to provoke a second civil war like that sacred fire K'an? Let's go, I think you have never been here." Sogros waved impatiently.

"On the contrary, the person who wants to provoke the civil war is not me, but the chief of the Jinlu clan." The white white horse said calmly. "At the beginning, she vowed to respect the sovereignty of various clans and establish a democratic government like ancient Rome. However, Toria wanted to abolish all tribes and become the emperor of all the people. The parliament was just a pretext for her to gather everyone together. Look. Ah, now she has abolished the flags and totems of the four clans, and the ashes of Chief Falling Hammer are still floating near the city gate."

"So? The heroes of the Bloodfury clan are a bit greedy, and want to win us over to overthrow the golden shoes and make themselves the emperor? Sorry, I am old and don't want to be involved in your boring struggle." The Chief Bite was unmoved and hit the nail on the head. That tells Painhurs' true motives.

Painhurs was silent for a while. He stared at the other party and seemed to be able to see through everything. After the dim pupils of the vicissitudes of life, he chose to be honest with each other.

"Don't be too busy to refuse, the biting chief. You came out and didn't know the character of the golden-footed chief. Maybe you can't trust me, but you should always trust your biological daughter, right?"

"Daughter? I have eleven daughters. Which one do you mean?" Sogros asked with some doubts when he heard Painhurs' remarks.

"It's Lilian who you sent to the council in response to Toria's call." The pale white horse was a little speechless, and eleven daughters were fine.

Under the call of the chief, Lilian hummed a little song and jumped to her father's side. The little pink face rubbed her father's coat affectionately.

"You can ask her. After your clan was surrounded by sacred fire and persuaded to surrender. What did Chief Golden Foot do to her."

Sogros became nervous for the first time, after returning. He only asked his daughter how he was doing, but didn't check it in detail. Lilian is so young that she doesn't know a lot of things!

"When the news of the siege of the clan spread to the south, did that golden lady embarrass you?"

Thinking of this, the chief venomously bent his forefoot nervously and knelt to the ground. The huge skinny hands gently supported her shoulders.

"No." Lilian bit her finger in confusion.

"That golden aunt separated me from everyone and gave me a very beautiful room filled with all kinds of beautiful flowers. Surrounded by golden uncles and aunts. They treat me very much. It's friendly and the food is delicious, even if I'm not allowed out of the house, and I'm not allowed to meet other compatriots."

"Do you understand? Children don't understand this kind of thing, but we know it well. She puts your daughter under house arrest today, trying to coerce you back to parliament when you join the sacred fire.

So, next time, what will happen?

and also. I suggest you check it thoroughly and protect the guards who came back to protect Lilian. They didn't even mention a word of such a big matter to you. The loyalty of these people to you, I am afraid, under the temptation of the golden shoes, is shaky. "

Biting the gully aging face of the chief. An extremely angry and hideous expression broke out in an instant, and then returned to calm and calm.

"Understood, pale horse. Without threatening the survival of the clan. The poison bite will go hand in hand with Bloodfury."

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On the other side, Abaddon also took his scouts, and reported the civil unrest to Cangqing Wolf King. Horus immediately made a decisive decision, riding on the main force of the troops stationed in Skerrit, and led the army straight to Diodosiya. Try to recapture this rich coastal city.

The half-man and half-goat Sartre, and a troll war gang hired by werewolves with money, went to harass the main force of the horses and horses, delaying their time to return.

As for the ransom promised by Eugene? It's nothing more than a slow strategy. At this moment, Horu has regained the fortress and the west coast, and has enough soldiers and energy to start a head-on confrontation with the Centaur.

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"Huh-huh- finally here."

A huge, ugly, dark-green humanoid monster with arms over the knees, looking out at the fire of the distant city. Under the faint moonlight, an ugly and huge monster like him, with a total of more than 500 heads, thousands of hideous apricot and yellow pupils, gleamed with greed in the darkness.

And a large number of Sartre with anti-joint double hooves, also riding a steed, a wolf, holding a shepherd flute and a scimitar, fought side by side with the troll war gang under the blue wolf flag.

"Ahem." The troll leader with the largest stature cleared his throat. Before he raided the centaur city, he was going to learn the methods of elves and humans. Give an uplifting speech.

"Don't be afraid of any difficulties we encounter! Face it with a smile! The best way to eliminate fear is to face fear! Perseverance is victory, Ollie gives it!!!"

"Oli here!!!"

The five hundred trolls are excited, and Sartre covered his ears unhappily. They are proficient in the rhythm and hate this kind of noisy "noise."

On the other side, the scouts scattered around the city were also attracted by the inspiring roar of the troll, and raised their longbow in horror.

Their sneak attack plan, before it even started, declared a failure.