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Chapter 131: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (2)

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After suppressing the barbarian priest's rebellion, Christina and her team, with most of the elite, marched north to attack the army of Holy Huo Ka'an. There is really no time to take care of the believers of these gods of punishment, so they have to temporarily place these fanatics in the small black room, and wait for them to come back to deal with them slowly.

However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and the sorcerer took the lead and opened the cage that imprisoned these barbarians.

"Um! Um!"

Asana, who recognized Herniwell's identity, uttered an angry whimper. Under her flame-like long orange hair, above her exquisite face twisted by hatred, she had a pair of apricot-yellow twin eyes, as if Burning a substantive anger of hatred.

"Hey, everyone has fought side by side for a while, don't look so scary." The drow stepped forward indifferently, stepping over the bodies of priests tied into zongzi, and came to the side of the barbarian general. With smooth and slender fingers like black jade, gently drew across the other's haggard face, and slowly pulled out the swollen wet leather stuffed in the female priest's mouth.

"Cough, cough, we thought you were dead outside. Everyone tried to hold a heroic funeral for you. Unexpectedly! Black skin! You actually got along with these half-man, half-horse monsters! Zall really are both. A bunch of sinister and cunning villains!" Asana coughed a few times, moved her numb tongue, and said sarcastically.

"Don't mention the past, humans." The drow's exquisite and exotic face was instantly shrouded in a terrible shadow. "You betrayed me first! My teammates fell one by one on the cold grassland. We sent countless reinforcement signals, but we didn't wait for a single reinforcement!"

"You ran too far by yourself! There are a bunch of monster communities nearby, and reinforcements can't be reached at all. We can't blame us for this!"

"There are too many damn goblins. They completely blocked the road to the south. If I don't want to die, I can only flee to the north!" Herniwell's conversation turned sharply, and her cold expression was suddenly replaced by arrogance. "Forget it, it's meaningless to talk about these past things. Come on, what's your purpose in mixing with the Bloodfury Clan."

"Why should I tell a black skin about my plan?! A believer in the God of Punishment will never succumb to any enemy." Asana straightened her spine. The drow felt speechless for a while.

"Why should I torture you? Speak your wish, pastor. I will help you achieve it, but, as a price, you must help us win a war."

Upon hearing the female warlock's answer, Asana and the priests tilted their heads in doubt. Looking at the drow for unknown reasons, it didn't look like a serious face lying. Then I looked at the blazing flames behind the door, and they suddenly realized one by one, and they showed smirking expressions one after another.

This group of half-man, half-horse monsters were also attacked and plundered by other forces.

"Don't be too happy, priests. The guy outside is siege of the city is a Gothic barbarian who has been transformed into a bloodthirsty werewolf." Heniwell said contemptuously. When she mentioned the word "werewolf", the faces of all priests were entrenched with endless fear and disgust, and every slight change in their facial expressions was caught by the female warlock.

"Let me guess, now the entire Gretinian human beings have become bloodthirsty beasts. Why are you alone in maintaining human form? Does the God of Punishment refuse to raise some furry puppies?

Ah, if you think of it this way, the logic makes sense. Your missionary career has been squeezed out by the werewolves, and the only Gothic people who maintain the prototype now are our slaves-so you old remnants have nothing else. Choosing, had no choice but to sneak into the blood fury camp and secretly develop his own power.

what! Sorry, if we are defeated, those humans will definitely be transformed into brand new beasts by the werewolves outside. The Eastern Goths will surrender to the claws of the giant wolf, not the deity you believe in. Your lifelong vision will be completely disillusioned. "

Asana's beautiful face flashed with fear, and every word in the opponent's mouth was accurately smashed on her fragile heart.

"That's good. I allow you to spread the doctrine among the slaves." After carefully observing the change in the other party's expression for a while, Herniwell confirmed her guess.

"What?" The female priest grew her eyes in disbelief and looked at the black skin in front of her in confusion.

"I said, I allow you to preach like those humans, and you can even build a shrine in the city. I also allow you to redeem your freedom of life with military exploits or money."

"Really a generous offer, so the price is for us to join the war with the werewolves?"

"Yes." The drow nodded seriously. "The enemy of the enemy is a friend, isn't it. As a friend, I even allow you to slowly repay it with a loan when you redeem these thousands of human freedoms."

Asana's exquisite and beautiful face is constantly changing like a revolving lantern, hatred, fear, shock, joy, doubt...Finally freezes in deathly calm.

"This is the old lair of horses and horses. Why should I believe that a drow can make such a big decision?" The female priest slowly narrowed her eyes with a pair of beautiful apricot eyes. Exuding a light of doubt.

"Ah, is this a question, because their chiefs love me very, very much." A beautiful blush suddenly bloomed on Herniwell's delicate and dark cheeks, her delicate and attractive red lips. , Gently spit out a sweet and greasy sound that made people tingling all over, and the graceful and enchanting body was filled with extremely strong spring.

"No wonder these people can tolerate you living among them... Forget it, this is your own lifestyle of choice, it has nothing to do with me, just remember your promise." Asana looked at each other. The look in his eyes was a little bit more disgusting and spurned. However, the suspicion was completely dissipated.

"I will remember." The drow drew a knife from his waist and began to release the priest he was doing. The first thing they did to regain their freedom was to meditate on their knees and pray for the power of magic.

Looking at the priests who closed their eyes and prayed, Heniwell also put away the illusion that charmed all living beings and rolled her eyes mockingly. committed to? The contract is not written, the handprint is not pressed, and there is no collateral for any valuables. Even the soul's [verbal agreement] is also worthy of a promise? The human barbarians are just cheating, more than twenty priests, and when the main blood rage comes back, they will arrest you backhand.

After all, tricking slaves into fighting on the front lines and sending them to death can be regarded as a traditional art of drow.

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Chapter 132: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (3)

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Looking at the continuous sea of ​​purgatory fire on the sea, Abaddon's mouth grew in surprise and hurriedly ordered the fleet to retreat at full speed. For that matter, there were still a few boats that were rushing too fast, being engulfed in the wind. The blazing flames completely engulfed.

The persevering werewolf elites jumped into the sea in the deadly heat and choking smoke to survive, but were dragged all the way to the dark seabed by the heavy chain armor rustling on their bodies.

"Don't panic! When the grease burns out and the fire goes out, we will attack again!" The big predator calmed his army while stroking the furry head of his animal companion.

It was an exaggeratedly large terrifying brown bear, ten feet long and weighing a ton. The dark brown hair is almost pure black, and the broad bear paws are fatter than the werewolf's head a few times. The huge claws are like daggers, reflecting the cold light and dripping blood of the cruel people, and they follow it even more. The blood basin stained with scarlet face gurgled out with a big mouth.

The brown bear just got hungry and got off the boat to catch some marine fish. At this moment, he was sitting behind Abaddon, feasting.

"Quick! Take whatever you want and block the road leading to the port! Sooner or later the grease will burn out!" The council also realized the threat of the port and quickly assigned some people to organize the southern fortifications. Deep earth pits were dug in the middle of the road, and countless sharp wooden piles with sharpened tips were inserted obliquely to build layer after layer of simple, but dense wooden horses. Ferrol also carried more than sixty. The Giant Head Hill joined the defensive ranks.

These ugly monsters with muscles in their minds, the speed of marching is really unsatisfactory, so they did not join the ranks of the expeditionary army. At this moment, they brought in heavy stones the size of a pony, and at the same time they acted as a line of defense for men and horses. Own throwing magazine.

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Seeing the blazing flames in the south, Horus frowned in dissatisfaction. Abaddon's landing plan failed. But that's okay. The werewolf druid has blocked the sky to the greatest extent, and the news arrives at the northern castle. It will take a day at any rate. Those four-hoofed monsters traverse the mountains and grasslands non-stop, and it will take at least two or three days and nights. Coupled with Sartre's harassment along the road...and so, I have about five days.

"Set up camp outside their range and urge the werewolves stationed in Nanhaiwang to move faster. Eugene, you take five thousand werewolves and all the warlock troops. I don't care what method you use to blow up the mountains and close the roads. , Human flesh is stacked, in short, the mountain road connecting Tiefeng Fort and Diodosiya must be completely sealed off! Further delay the time for the arrival of reinforcements."

After Cangqing Wolf King finished speaking, he left the battlefield without looking back. He originally wanted to cooperate with the land and the sea to make a quick battle. Therefore, he threw a large number of siege equipment that would delay the marching speed into the nearest Nanhaiwang. Now it seems that this is a wrong decision.

Forget it, there is a lot of time, it takes a day, and it is not too late to wait for the heavy weapons to arrive at the siege.

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Glory of Skerritt

Just when Horus surrounded Diodosia, the council that had received the news early also prepared the necessary food and grass for the journey at the fastest speed, rushing to the south frantically, and the terrifying sound of tens of thousands of horses smashing the ground, Let the sky be shocked.

There is no food and grass, dragged down by the weight, the wind howling clan, which is the fastest Mercedes-Benz, is incarnate in the howling wind. It took only four hours to fly back to Tiefengbao, gather the soldiers and horses inside in advance, and prepare a lot of iron, food and grass. . The mighty parliamentary army followed closely behind. At a speed far exceeding Horus's expectations, it traversed a long distance of nearly 100 kilometers.

According to the oath, after the blood rage has quadrupled in size, it must be responsible for maintaining stability in the north. Clear the monster community in the north. Christina returned to the base camp with extremely loyal iron armor and fearlessness, preparing to take the remaining tribesmen and the livestock in the mountains back to the glory of Skerrit, far away from the supervision of the parliament.

And Pain Hess, with the newly joined clan, more than three thousand people in chaos, guards this seaside castle, is responsible for blocking the Sartre on horseback, and avoiding the speed of the parliamentary army. Procrastinated by the half-sheep monster. Loyal to the descendants of God's election, the Thunder Pike clan, who grew up eating protein powder, also stayed.

Writing to fight side by side, read as surveillance checks and balances.

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"Pale horse, you are not reliable for more than three thousand people. We have to protect this northern fortress and fight against Sartre. If you dare to drag me down, the army of my old lady will The enemy will be crushed with you!" The muscular sister of the Stormpike clan leaned in anxiously. Looking at these mobs, frowned.

These defeated troops were listless, their clan was disbanded by the council, and the brothers and sisters who had fought side by side in the past were also taken apart by Toria, and joined the nine clans to avoid the rebellion. After the series of operations, the morale of these people almost fell to the bottom.

"Dear Chief Sandra, I am not a god. I don't have the ability to turn this mob into an elite soldier who is forbidden to do so in a short period of time. However, it is still possible to turn them into cruel and bloodthirsty warriors. Please pay attention to Sartre's movements first. I need a little time to restore these people's will to fight."

Pain Hess shook his head helplessly, walked in front of the more than 3,000 whispering men and horses, and used the phantom sound technique to make a harsh noise that attracted everyone's attention to himself.

Seeing the pale figure wearing the golden crown, all the horses stepped back in fear-they will never forget that the invincible holy Huo Ka'an was defeated under his hands, his body was shattered, his wrists were chopped off, and his eyes were cut off. The miserable scene of digging. In their minds, Pain Hess is already equivalent to the incarnation of death.

"I, the acting chief of the Bloodfury Clan: Pale Ma, welcome you to join the Bloodfury Clan.

I understand that you are hungry and hungry, and you have escaped the horror and white disaster of the north after going through all kinds of hardships and dangers.

I understand that your livestock and property are all flooded by heavy snow and urgently need to rebuild your home and tent.

I understand that you are on the wrong team, the four clans are disbanded, the brothers and sisters are forced to separate, and their lives are even more impoverished-but this is also a new opportunity! A new starting point! You will gain more wealth under the banner of blood fury! More glory! "

Seeing the people in front of him, being aroused by his own words, Painhurs continued to tell about the simple rules that he had spent the whole night, with the help of the codes of the past.

"The rules of the Bloodfury clan are simple. It is forbidden to hurt your brothers and sisters who are fighting alongside you. The murderer pays for his life, and the thief and looter are publicly punished according to the value of the item."

"So, what about cattle and sheep? What about livestock? Holy Fire promises that he will give us unimaginable livestock and wealth, but he died tragically in your hands, and he could not realize his promise. Pale horse, you also want to open some verbal conversations. The cheque, cheated us to work for you! We won't be fooled for the second time!"

A strong man and horse. Call loudly. The clansmen next to him also echoed with an affliction.

"Quiet!!!" Painhurs used [Phantom Art] again to cause a terrifying noise, suppressing the excited crowd.

"You should be aware that Bloodfury is the first clan to plunder Gredinian, and it has accumulated cattle and sheep all over the mountains." Payinghurs continued, looking at the crowd nodding in the audience. "Your supreme chief has returned to Diodosia and drove the herd toward here-so to speak, on average, every tent can get 120 sheep, more than 30 cows, and five horses. .

However, I will not distribute evenly. You know the mission of the Bloodfury Clan. We must defend the Glory of Skerrit and fight to the death with the alliance of Sartre and the trolls. Every time you kill a satyr, you must cut off their left ear as a voucher.

The livestock in the mountains and plains, as well as the trophies returned from the big victory, depend on the number of ears in each of you for distribution.

As for status? The strong get it! There will be one hundred households for every one hundred tents, and one thousand households for every ten hundred tents. All are held by the most brave and combatants. I feel that I have the ability to challenge even stronger people in front of sisters Christina and Christian and me! For example, if you win the Kuronia in the black cloak, then you are the leader of all the predators. If you win me, you are the acting chief! Get more wealth and glory!

do you understand? Bloodfury is a fair, enlightened clan. Every one of you, it is possible to have cattle and sheep all over the mountains! Even promoted to the chief of the clan! Your future depends on your own hands to fight hard! Swear allegiance to your chief! AlanNure Christina! "

More than 3,000 people in the audience grew their mouths in surprise. This kind of competition mechanism that enhances wealth and status is simply unheard of. They even thought that they would become slaves to blood and angry people, even worse. Unexpectedly, the treatment is even more favorable than the sacred fire! More practical!

After the shock, more than three thousand people raised their arms and shouted happily! Sweep away the incomparably decadent laziness before, and transform into a turbulent, boiling ocean!

"AlanNure Christina!!!"

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The pale white horse spent a whole day arranging the army. Among the 3,600 horses, there are 1,000 underage children, as well as members who are unable to participate in the battle due to illness, pregnancy, and other reasons. Only 2,000 people can really fight. They were divided into two thousand-member brigades, led by twenty hundred households and two thousand households. Those two were respectively the vicious and sophisticated Kuronia-the senior members of the three clans. After being swept secretly by the council, no one really could have beaten this high-level predator.

There was another person, the youngest son of Chief Hammerfall, a barbarian of level four. Toria cut the grass and wiped out the roots. After executing Helm, she assassinated all her daughters to prevent these daughters of the hammer from gathering the remnants of the hammer and causing any trouble. However, she did not care about the hammer-falling son who did not have the slightest inheritance rights.

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After discovering that the Centaur had withdrawn south, the alliance of Sartre and the troll immediately emerged from the north, trying to harass, block, and fought bloody battles with the Thunderpike Centaur.

However, on the second day, they were horrified to discover that an astonishing number of people and horses sprang up in the castle-these people were wearing the shocking red skull flag, the white horse headed by the white horse, wearing a golden crown of nine demons dancing wildly. Under the shining of the bloody sunset, it was shining brightly.

And his mighty army of men and horses was staring at his head, and his pupils of different colors burst into extremely greedy and terrifying eyes. The fiery eyes almost burned his skin, as if in the eyes of a horse. Here, I am not a difficult enemy, but a rare wealth? ? ?

Painhurs was tired with two dark circles under his eyes, but satisfactorily observed the changes in his hand. Driven by their interests and glory, they all showed crazy and cruel smiles, their two heartbeats became more intense, and their breathing became more rapid and heavy, with six limbs and hundreds of skeletons, exuding surging killings. **. Under his own orders, one by one bent bows and arrows, and rushed to the Sartre army! Up to the sky and howl in unison!

"ear!!!"

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Chapter 133: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (4)

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Time passed quietly under the intensive planning of both sides.

The next day, an unarmored horse with a number of about two thousand, holding a new wrought iron spear and a giant compound longbow, assembled at Tiefeng Fort. Cooperate with the four hundred wind howling warlocks of Maid, and take the lead to approach the south. The iron hoof of the parliament that made the sky tremble gradually approached the mountains in the south.

The werewolves, during this time, assembled a second rudimentary fleet from Porto Carlos, Yeptonia, Cesonisus, Hippora, and Nanhaiwang, along the coastline of Gredinian, Bringing more food to the battlefield, for the Horus army, a steady stream of fresh blood.

More importantly, Horus finally found the Ten Thousand Wolf Pit buried by the crowd. Javier Loken. Brave and eloquent, the werewolf warrior who made great achievements, the dark corpse that was completely swallowed by flames and burned to charcoal, was also covered with dense bones and painted with skeletons, and the fallen priest was brought to the eyes of the Cyan Wolf King. .

"Wake him up, I want to talk to my brother, I want to know, under whose hands he died! Twenty to thirty thousand werewolves, how did he lose Diodosia! Also, those people, who is their leader, What does the tactic look like, and what kind of hole cards are hidden!" Looking at the remains of his brother, Horus' emotions were slightly out of control.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my lack of learning. According to my current magical skills, I can only support the remnant soul of this corpse and answer your three questions." Asana's once capable subordinate is now transformed into a wolf and punished. The fallen priest who was abandoned by God and fell into the darkness, crawling humblely at the feet of Horus.

"Let's get started." Cangqing Wolf King calmed down his excitement and said lightly.

"Your will." The fallen priest slowly got up, connected them with ropes, and the white bone pendants draped on the wolf's body collided together, sending out bursts of crisp echoes inside the spacious tent.

The werewolf took out an evil emblem engraved with dead branches and fallen leaves, and a gloomy skull. He danced with his hands and said something in his mouth. The light in the tent became dim, and the temperature around him became more and more bitter. It seemed that the tent was packed with countless dead souls.

Suddenly, the priest's sharp wolf claws pierced Gavill's stopped beating heart fiercely, clenched the left paw of the emblem, and gently brushed Loken's eyes—the long dead body convulsed frantically and closed. Eyelids lifted slightly, revealing two gummy mucus that had already been melted by the flame. In the depths of the throat, there was a wailing sound as if from hell.

"Please hurry up and ask! Your Majesty! Remember! His remaining soul and mind can only answer your three questions!"

"I'm here to take your corpse home, brother." Horus knelt in pain before Gavill's corpse. The voice full of magnetism, as if with a certain magical power, made the wailing corpse that kept twitching in front of his eyes, slowly settled down.

"Answer me, what are the tactics of the Centaur? What are their hidden cards? What are their weaknesses?"

The scorched corpse twitched, wriggling his already necrotic lips and tongue, revealing a fragmented message.

"He...they were flying and shooting arrows...everyone, they couldn't catch up. The hill giant...The Storm Warlock...strong, mighty Drew Yi Magic. Weakness, no...no, don't know."

After speaking the three answers, the pitch-black corpse completely stopped beating, and fell into deathly silence again.

"I don't know? Cut, a question was wasted. You! Bring the corpses of two more deadly warriors. I remember you can use three-ring magic three times a day? Then, I can ask six more questions."

Horus said lightly. "The information hidden in these issues will determine the outcome of this war."

"Your will." The fallen priest bowed slightly and slowly withdrew from the camp.

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The next morning

The transport vessel from Nanhaiwang finally arrived at the front line. Pieces of rough parts were removed from the ship's cabin by logistics servants who were transformed into bloodthirsty werewolves. Quickly assembled into twelve trebuchets that were rough and crude, but large enough and thick enough to rope, shot out huge stone bullets, letting them scream at the walls of Diodosiya with the shrill screams of tearing the air. Smashed a terrifying pits and cracks.

Seeing the terrifying power of the trebuchet, bursts of cheerful waves erupted in the black sea of ​​wolves, the slings flying all over the sky, and the gravel and dust that were splashed with the shock wave, all of a sudden, the people on the city wall , I can't hold my head up.

"Damn! Those trebuchets are too far away from us. The arrows flew there. It is estimated that they can't even shoot through the linen. Where are the withered druids? Let them kill the werewolf war machines!" The embarrassed man and horse, covered with dust, ran down the crumbling city wall along the slope.

"What a joke! The muscular heads of the Stormpike clan!" The druids left behind by Abhors sneered at the muscular warriors left behind by Sandra. "Have you not seen how dense the werewolves are next to the trebuchet? I won't go to die. Besides, why do you use a thunder spear to command our dead bone sacrifice?"

"Okay, stop arguing, go to the coast and find the blood-rageous horses! Bring their hill giants here" a horse from Greymane raised his forehead and sigh. Without the suppression of the chiefs, the frictions and contradictions between the clans are constantly magnifying. Before the Descendants of God left, there was no stipulation of unified leadership. Each of the clans played their own roles, at most, fighting side by side with the guys with good relationships for a period of time.

Seeing that the opponent did not launch an offensive from the port, Caen, who was in charge of staying behind, reluctantly agreed to the request of the friendly army. After hearing the call of the blood and angry horses, the king of the hill giant: Ferrol had a shy face and a fart. Bumpingly ran over, accepted the orders of the horses and horses, then nodded and bowed back to the side of the tribe, commanding the giant with more than sixty heads, carrying a basket of sling stones, and hurried to the northern wall.

"shooting!!!"

Under the order of Horus, the twelve trebuchets once again blasted a round of huge stone bullets that obscured the sky and the sun, smashing into the walls of the city wall like spider webs, fragmented and hideous cracks.

A huge rock drew a terrifying arc in the air, and happened to hit the wooden door of the city. The thing made a loud noise, and it was directly exploded by the boulder. The tyrannical shock wave engulfed it. Densely packed with sharp sawdust, the narrow corridor was flooded like a tsunami, and the people hiding behind the door were tied into bloody hedgehogs.

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Chapter 134: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (5)

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"The city gate is broken! Just carry something to plug the gap! Quick!" The left-behind warlord shouted loudly, and several horses and horses with golden lights hurriedly brought in some sharp stakes. However, when they saw the hideous corpses that had been crushed by gravel and wood residue inside the corridor, they stopped their horseshoes hesitantly.

"Don't be afraid! We, here comes!"

At this moment, the hill giants slowly came from the south, taking heavy steps that made the earth tremble. The big, rough feet, as hard as a rock, carefully stepped over the Gothic wooden longhouse, and every time they landed, they could raise waves of dust on the street.

The three behemoths took out more than a dozen rocks the size of a horse from the bone basket, and barely blocked the narrow corridor. The rest of the giants who are not as high as the city wall, under the guidance of the people and horses, their burly arms are spinning at high speed like a windmill, facing the direction of the catapult, throwing a round of gray shadows that obscure the sky and the terrifying huge rocks, whistling. Passing through the blue sky, smashing heavily into the wolf sea, still rolling forward, plowing out the hell gullies stained with blood and flesh.

"Are you all rubbish! I didn't hit a trebuchet! Too close, throw it far away! Right, right, arm a bit to the left!" The Howling Centaur who risked his life to climb up the city wall, bowed his head and avoided one. The werewolf counterattacked the giant rock, roaring in anger.

"understand."

From the depths of the throat, the giant hill made a grumble of dissatisfaction, fine-tuned his arms, and started the second round of salvos. This time, the huge boulders flying all over the sky landed near the war machinery, smashed and shattered two torsion trebuchets.

In this way, the trebuchet and the hill giant started a new round of mutual conflict. The former was too heavy and moved slowly, and every move was cut in the eyes of the horses and horses on the wall. The latter, hiding behind a high wall that was invisible to the werewolves, threw a round of boulders to change a place, looked at the werewolves mockingly, and blasted the place where they once stood into ruins. About an hour later, Ferrol's slinging team just destroyed all the werewolf's war machinery.

"Whew - it is, finally, one, throwing stones, and stuff, the."

The hill giants wiped their sweat out of breath, and just wanted to take a break, a vague wind howler warlock, and a goblin-carrying Tasmar, hurriedly rushed from a distance to tell their compatriots horrible information— —The fire in the southern seaport was finally extinguished after burning for a whole day and night. The Great Predator's fleet swept across the dark sea, with its hard bow, hitting the scorched coast.

At the same time, watching the main force of horses and horses gather on the western city wall, the werewolves in the east, like a monstrous wolf, are tirelessly hitting the eastern city wall!

Diodosiya faces land on three sides, but the south borders the Black Sea. Centaur had to dismantle the army into four parts. Before the trebuchet stormed the western wall, Abaddon was eyeing the southern coast. Therefore, the vast majority of soldiers gathered in these places.

Garrisons in the east and north are too scarce. no way. The Warlord of Jin Lu personally led the army with brilliant golden light, galloping on the narrow streets, and quickly rushed to the east to support his allies. And the hill giants, dragging their weary pace, returned to the bloodrage clan.

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Southern seaport.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

Herniwell's face was pale, she danced wildly with her graceful and seductive body, chanted mysterious magic spells softly, ascended, and threw one after another fiery flaming fireball, in the center of the Abaddon fleet, exploding Thousands of magnificent and beautiful scarlet clouds came out, tens of thousands of flame meteors dragging a dark tail flame, splattering everywhere, I don't know how many ships were burned to ashes. I don't know how many werewolves in heavy armor were buried on the bottom of the sea.

However, there were too many opponents. With the deafening sound of crashing, huge wooden boats slammed into the black sandy beach covered with ashes and charcoal. Endless bloodthirsty werewolf wearing heavy armor, holding high the shield, bathed in the majestic arrow rain, jumped off the tall ship's bow, and screamed to the sky! ! !

"Woo-"

Luga decisively blew the horn of the charge. He ignored the warnings of Caen and the drow. He took a few hundred warriors and launched a reckless charge, trying to get the werewolves just landed and before they were lined up. Disperse, defeat.

Hundreds of celebrity horse warriors shot Sanya quickly, killed and disrupted the werewolf's vanguard forces. They immediately retracted the compound longbow and drew out the slender iron spear. Like a sharp sharp knife, it cut the entire pitch-black wolf tide. Torn into bloody fragments.

The sharp tip of the spear fiercely opened the small gaps in the chain mail, piercing through the flesh and blood of the werewolf, causing countless broken steel rings, and the coquettish blood-colored roses to bloom in the air. The clanging sound of metals colliding with each other, the friction of iron blades across the flesh and blood, and the roar of the fierce and undaunted battles of the two sides resounded across the sky!

The huge mass of the centaur, which weighs a ton, becomes more and more terrifying when running at high speed. It is like a chariot constructed of flesh and blood, which can directly smash the fragile bones of the puppies in front of them, and crush the black wolf sea. The impact was swayed, and countless werewolves who were wounded to the ground were trampled by hard horseshoes into a pool of dead flesh.

"Roar!!!"

Luga, who was covered with blood, started to kill. He threw away the blood-stained spear that had penetrated the two werewolves in his hand, drew the sharp sword from his waist, and drew a stern arc in front of him. The armor manufacturing technology of the Gothic barbarians is quite primitive. One by one, small iron wires, just nested into a circle, pinned the end to the end, and you're done. It is neither welded nor fixed with rivets.

And the terrifying power of the horses and horses, coupled with the thick iron sword, is enough to strike the iron ring into a distortion. Let the short-sleeved chain mail on the werewolf, accompanied by the sound of metal friction, and the dazzling sparks produced by the impact, fell apart, and a large number of broken rings fell to the ground like raindrops and clinked.

Lujia shifted the center of gravity, and the iron sword swung across the chest of the mortal warrior for the second time, tearing a huge scarlet scar. The scarlet heart that was exposed to the air was also beating weaker and weaker.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly, a huge brown bear leaped up from the bow of the ship, and fell heavily in front of Luga like a Mount Tarzan. Two huge bear paws slammed on the shoulders of the horse and directly bent the enemy's horseshoes. .

The reckless warrior let out a roar, trying to get rid of the suppression of the bear's paw, but a soaring tresses quietly protruded from the top of the brown bear's head, followed by a cruel and vicious wolf face covered with black fur, furry At the end of the wolf claws, there was a delicate hand crossbow that was burning with fiery fury and enchanted by flame explosion!

Abaddon, who was riding on the back of the bear, did not hesitate to trigger the crossbow, and shot a flaming meteor, making him roar, roar, and dance, tearing directly through Luga's forehead. ! Set all his brown hair on fire!

At the same time, the Great Predator's right paw, single-handedly grasped a skeletal giant sword that is difficult for ordinary people to dance with both hands, and easily drew an arc of death, the wind whistling through the skull hole on the sword grid, issuing an order The sound of ghost crying!

The powerful and heavy blade cuts the flesh and skin of a centaur like a ruin, chopped the enemy's tendons and bones, and chopped off the head of a warrior without a pause!

"Retreat! Quick! Are you the muscle idiots of Thunder Spear? You haven't seen the crazy and ruthless cold-blooded appearance of werewolves. How could they be defeated by a charge?!"

Caen's desperate reorganization front. The streets leading to the port are all blocked by boulders and horses. Behind is full of blood and angry horses with bows and arrows. A large number of Gothic slaves, under the leadership of the drow and Asana, hid in the house and on the roof, facing the fallen compatriots, opened the short bow in their hands. Countless pastors are standing by, ready to treat the injuries of friendly forces.

The god of punishment is extremely generous to humans. Asana and other priests, in just one day, taught thirteen unarmed slaves to become first-class priests. Herniwell swears that she has never seen the spider goddess in her life. In a short time, so many humble mortals who didn't know her before will be allowed to become devout priests serving under her sharp spider legs.

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Chapter 135: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (6)

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"Thank His Majesty the King for his gift, my compatriots! He has given you the power of revenge, so that you can personally tear up the ugly monsters that humiliated your relatives and friends and trampled on our homes! Now is the time for you to repay his kindness. Charge! Charge! Charge!!! Charge!!!"

"Long live Horus!!!"

In some of the impassioned speeches of some old wolves, more than 20,000 newly transformed wolf cubs were instantly dazzled by the crazy desire to kill. While praising the greatness of the wolf king, they carried the wooden door panels and wielded the firewood and axe. The spear launched a wild charge from the east!

The simple wooden planks were instantly nailed into hedgehogs by the rain of arrows, one by one, they were overwhelmed and fell apart. In the process of charging, werewolves were constantly being shot by the Tasmar clan, which was two to three times denser than the usual arrow rain, and killed them. Accompanied by clusters of shocking blood blossoms, they fell on the grassland and could no longer get up.

At the same time, there are constantly screaming and fighting werewolves, blindly stepping over the miserable remains of the remaining warmth under the claws, and continuing to run forward. The sky-shaking wolf howling sound has not been dumb and depressed because of the reduction in personnel, but on the contrary. In the mouth of the survivors, it became louder and harsher!

"Long live Horus!!!"

Several druids who turned into red-eyed mice and dug all the way from underground to the city gate suddenly appeared in their original form. The ferocious wolf kisses chanted, and the sharp wolf claws attached to the wooden doorway quickly twisted the heavy city gate. Transformed and spread to the sides, so that the endless bloodthirsty werewolves, like the tide of a breaking bank, poured into the city of Diodosiya.

The sky full of wolves instantly drowned over a hundred defenders who were caught off guard. Their sharp fangs and claws ripped every inch of flesh and skin on their bodies, and the wolf tide receded, leaving only the blood and corpses on the ground. .

"Wow!"

The werewolf who trampled on the enemy's corpse uttered a bloodthirsty whistle. Suddenly, their bloodshot red eyes were pierced by a dazzling golden light, and they couldn't open their eyes. Warlord Jinlu led his army through the complex streets of the city and appeared in front of the enemy.

These descendants of the nobles with deep heritage, calling Toria's name frantically, first shot two dense rain of cast iron arrows, then tore them apart, throwing out various one-time magic items and scrolls. In an instant, the blazing fire burned the werewolf's hair, the bone-piercing ice froze their flesh and blood, and the shrill electric current ran wildly among the enemy's limbs! The terrifying arcane torrent swallowed them all, and instantly suppressed the unstoppable bloody charge of the wolf sea!

"AlanNure God's chosen descendant!!!"

The golden troopers blew the horn of charge. The four thousand golden troopers who were in charge of garrisoning Diodosia pulled out their spears across their shoulders. They were like golden stormy waves, time after time, layer after layer. The layer, rushing through the pack of wolves stunned by the sky magic, like skinning and cocooning, slowly weakening the enemy's power, and gradually suppressing them back outside the city gate.

Mixed among these miscellaneous soldiers, the battle-tested werewolf druid is not to be outdone. They summoned huge vines, like a ladder, clinging to the city wall, constantly winding upwards, densely packed werewolves, bathed in the arrow rain of Tasmar, stepped on the green vines, and boarded the city wall, staring in disbelief. Scene.

Under the supervision of the slave owners of the Tasmar clan, a huge war gang composed of goblins and elves, wielding spears, dung forks, and even sharpened sticks, formed a dense spiky jungle. Guard the security of the city. The combination of these slaves, like a hedgehog, made the werewolf unable to speak. And behind them, there was a group of howling warlocks.

The Gothic barbarians who climbed the city wall were either pierced into a bloody sieve by this slave army, or violently rolled up to the sky by the raging wind, and then screamed and fell from high above, on the surface, and fell into a pool. Beach of muddy flesh.

The bloody and cruel offensive and defensive tug-of-war continued for a whole day and night. The werewolf entered the city from the east gate nine times in a row, and was driven out of Diodosia by the Jinlu clan nine times in a row. The ladder vines were burned to ashes and cut by the storm, but they were always able to squirm their huge body, continue to cling to the top of the city, transport a continuous army of werewolves, and fight with the slaves of Tasmar.

The narrow corridor was almost blocked by the dead bodies of both sides. The werewolf corpses under the city wall are even more piled up! The brown soil was thirsty for drinking the color of red blood, and the stool became more and more vicious and hideous.

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Slowly, the werewolves stopped their attacks on the west and north sides. Instead, they set up a number of white camps far exceeding their strength. One person raised three or more fires at the same time, confused by the smoke from the sky. Centaur scout.

At the same time, Horus increased the attack on the East Gate. As powerful as the Jinlu clan, it was slowly retreating under the tireless attack of the opponent. Had to pray for more reinforcements.

In the southern port, Abaddon scolded Asana, who was still alive and well. The spikes behind him pierced the heads of the four centaurs, and the dripping blood smeared his black hair into a hideous crimson face.

The female priest who had recovered her peak strength, looked at the terrifying black wolf in front of her, and did not hesitate to loosen the full bowstring in her hand and shoot a sharp feather arrow as her final answer.

The Gothic barbarians who don't want to become greedy for wolves, with the help of the blood rage horses, hill giants, and some wind howl warlocks, with the help of the Withered Bone Sacrifice, they stick to the hard roadblocks protected by the horses. Stubbornly resisted the boundless sea of ​​wolves. More and more slaves were promoted to first-class priests, kneeling down religiously, praying to the God of Punishment for the magic of healing, and accompanied by the weak but extremely sacred golden light, the barbaric recovery of comrades in arms Injury.

The entire port defense line stood up like a Cardian.

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Time came to the early morning of the third day amidst the trembling sounds of the sky. Abaddon simply dismantled a few small boats and paired them with the corpses over the mountains and plains, and set up a hideous line of defense mixed with wooden boards and flesh and blood in the harbour, ready for a long-term battle. The offensive initiated by the cannon fodder on the East Gate has also become more and more tragic.

Finally, the two clans, Jinlu and Tasmar, could not bear heavy casualties, and gradually showed signs of collapse. They were good at galloping freely on the grasslands, instead of using thousands of flesh and blood to lay the foundation for victory in the city's offensive and defense.

The leaders of the eight races left behind began to believe that the werewolves deliberately set up a large number of camps on the west, north, and both sides, and raised an abnormal amount of cooking smoke, in order to attract the attention of the defenders on both sides and prevent them from going to the east to assist in the defense. . And the Eastern Front has indeed reached a precarious level of horror.

So, responsible for the troops stationed on both sides of the northwest. One after another half or even more of the army was drawn to support the brothers and sisters who fought blood in the east and south. And this is in the arms of Horus-his most elite veterans, fighters, all hiding in the western camp! Just wait for the moment when the other party is clever and transfers away the defenders!

"Diodosiya, has fallen in my eyes."

Hearing the news that a large number of people were going east and south for reinforcements, the Cangqing Wolf King laughed up to the sky, and his arrogance turned into a terrifying and violent werewolf nine feet tall. The burly right arm covered with blue hair, he carried a terrifying mace, the long sleeves and knee-length sophisticated chain mail, and the heavy dragon scale armor, gleaming only metal glare in the sun. Light.

Behind him, a group of elite fighters wearing heavy chain mail, cross-handed crossbows, holding kite shields, and various one-handed weapons also walked out of their hiding camps, and their muscles and bones quickly expanded. The pale skin has grown thick hairs, transforming into a bloodthirsty animalized werewolf, roaring up to the sky!

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the north. Horus squinted suspiciously the scarlet beast eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, raised a sharp wolf claw, and ordered the army to stop. Instead, they sent some druids to turn them into carrier pigeons to see what happened in the north. I have been waiting for the siege for sixty hours, and I don't care about these ten minutes.

And while Horus was waiting for the news, the loud noise that shook the world, like a continuous drumbeat, resounded through the sky. Shaking the confidence of Cangqing Wolf King.

Finally, ten minutes later, the druid, who turned into a white dove, flew back in embarrassment. He broke a pink bird finger, the end of the white feathers, burnt black by the heat, his thin body, and five sharp feather arrows stuck in it.

"Your Majesty! Toria! The chosen descendants of the centaur have come back! She also used spells to burst several peaks, and buried all the troops Eugene was responsible for blocking and intercepting them alive in dense huge rocks. Below! At this moment, the main force of those monsters is blasting through the mountain road, approaching south! The number is estimated to be about 10,000!"

"The plan has changed! Tell Abaddon and them, slow down the offensive, and don't launch the final total attack!" Cangqing Wolf King frowned and gave his instructions in an orderly manner. "Diodosia can't run! But the queen of centaur can run! Let's cut down her first level! Let these monsters fall into chaos!

You have also heard Gavill's last words. The enemies we face this time are different from the past. They are extremely good at maneuvering operations. In the process of running fast, they use feather arrows to slowly weaken the enemy's strength, and then use melee cavalry to launch a thunder blow to completely defeat the enemy!

Therefore, each of you should bear at least two shields! Three packs of crossbow arrows! Check whether the hand crossbow can be used normally! You, from the east and north sides, without being found by the horses and horses, call in more archers and casters! At the same time, let them continue to pretend to be a siege, so that those half-man, half-horse monsters dare not go out of the city and meet the god-chosen descendants. Understand? "

"Your will!"