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Chapter 136: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (7)

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Seeing the terrifying tide of steel wolves led by Horus in front of him, the descendants of the gods narrowed his eyes solemnly.

The puppies I met before, although brave and good at fighting, are no different from crazily bloodthirsty beasts. And this heavily armed mixed werewolf in front of him did not even scream up to the sky to vent the endless animal desires in his heart. Among the black and heavy army, only the sound of neatly marching marches, the sound of trumpets with hidden secrets, and the sound of the soul-stirring war song of the dying soldiers were heard.

Everything seems to be telling like Chief Jinlu that the enemy in front of him is unprecedentedly powerful.

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On the other side, watching the half-man and half-horse constantly pouring out of the mountains, Horus frowned in fear. With the assistance of the [Dead Talk] divine art, Cangqing Wolf King obtained a lot of information from the war dead.

The mass of these men and horses is about one ton, and if six werewolves are tied together, they will be hit and crushed by a man and horse that is charging at full speed. Throw into the high sky. The unity of man and horse allows their huge bodies to make incredible agility, which is incomparable with ordinary cavalry and even horses.

Looking back at the high-speed moving troops on his side. When the werewolf hits the ground with four paws and runs at full speed, he can indeed achieve a speed comparable to that of a steed. However, with the exception of some gray giant wolves whose sword hilts were stained with saliva, they couldn't use any weapons at all, let alone long-range weapons that required precise aiming. Cavalry battles were completely defeated by those monsters that united men and horses.

As a result, Horus made some improvements in the formation of Loken's ring-shaped defense. A total of 20,000 werewolf cannon fodder, supported from all directions, lay between the centaur and Diodosia. These beasts wearing linen and holding spear door panels formed a large crooked circle around the outside of the army.

In the inner ring, there are 6,000 elite fighters in iron armor, and 1,000 Gothic kings who have passed down the super-long gun guards from generation to generation, ready to fill the horrible loopholes that appear on the front. Of course, there are a thousand daring warriors who work as barbarians and bards at the same time, wielding the great axe in their hands and singing loudly, raising morale, scattered in the entire formation.

In the middle, there were nearly 5,000 archers, and hundreds of carts were weighed by ammunition from horses and cattle. Nearby, there are Horus spellcasters gathered almost from the entire Eastern Gothic race: densely packed werewolf warlocks, druids, and bards surrounded by a gray old wolf that describes the withered, his decrepit claws, Holding an original staff made of oak. The rough tip of the staff was dangling from the fangs of beasts and human skulls. Inside the wrinkled eye sockets, there was an unidentified flame of bright green burning.

"Who is it that destroyed the magnificent fortress we built on Pilekop?" Horus pulled out the mace hanging from his waist.

"Man and horse!"

"Who is it, trampling on the tomb of the previous king, doing evil in our country?" Cangqing Wolf King shouted.

"Man and horse!"

"Who is it, conquered the richest granary in the kingdom, and slaughtered all the brothers and sisters who were fighting with us?" King Goth roared.

"Man and horse!"

"Very good." Horus smiled satisfied looking at the blood-red eyes and the wolves exhaling terrifying anger. "Those damn monsters are right in front of you, brothers and sisters, the time for revenge has arrived! Today, we are going to give back the pain and humiliation that the horses and horses inflict on us!!"

"Double return!" The black wolves suddenly burst out with a deafening noise like a mountain and a crack. They brandished a one-handed weapon with the tip of their claws, and slammed the shield of their left hand fiercely at the end of thousands of spears. Battering the ground beneath their feet, the wolves screamed up to the sky in unison, roaring the same sound.

"Long live Horus!!!"

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Compared with Horus, Toria didn't need to give another speech to boost the morale of the parliamentary army. The wives, children, young and old, and livestock properties of the eight clans. Most of them are stored in the city of Diodosiya. In order to defend their own interests, the eyes of all compatriots are burning with flames of war!

They roared and pulled out the bows and arrows behind them, the sound of war rushed into the sky, and the rain of steel arrows that covered the sky and the sun passed across the blue sky, tearing out bursts of screaming like a banshee, thrilling shouts The howling sound, like a torrential rain, fell heavily on the shields and wooden boards held high by the werewolf!

"Chief Golden Foot, why do we play with these hard bones? Isn't it okay to bypass them and defeat the enemies that besieged Diodosia first?" The old bite chief, holding a sheathed sharp blade, trembled Tremblingly came to Tolia's side. What is puzzling is that the closed part of the sharp sword and scabbard is sealed by a circle of molten wax.

"That's it. Respected Chief Bite. The scout reported that the opponent was afraid that the people in Diodosiya would slay out, causing him to be attacked. Therefore, there were an astonishing number of puppies arranged next to the city gate. I could even hear them pretending to be. The rasping noise made by the siege. If we return to help, it is very likely that we will be attacked back and forth by the enemy.

Understand, the enemy's main force is right in front of us. They attacked the city just to contain the defenders in the city, and just behave. It is impossible for the city to fall during this time. We only need to slaughter the nearly 30,000 puppies in front of us, and then join the defenders inside and outside to completely defeat the enemy. "

"Understood." Sogros nodded slowly.

"By the way, I beg you to create the poison, is it finished?" Facing the old man who has accumulated more than 80 years of experience in front of him, the descendant of God, he reluctantly used a honorific expression.

"Of course." The poison bite chief proudly raised the sheathed blade in his hand and shook it gently twice, so that the other party could hear the turbid liquid shaking inside the sheath. "The sharp blade you entrusted to me has been soaked in the poison sac for two hours. Please note that this kind of poison will disappear within 60 seconds after contact with air, even if it is sealed in a container of flesh and blood. It's difficult to keep it for a long time, so it can only be made in advance. The old man made it while on the road, barely catching up with this war."

"Thank you very much for your help. The deeds of the poison bite clan will be remembered by the council."

Chief Golden Foot carefully took over the container full of poison. Gently stroking the soft container made of stomach pouch.

"Please use it carefully." Sogros bowed slowly. "This poison must come into contact with the opponent's skin and even the depths of the flesh and blood to be effective. When using it, please ensure the integrity of your armor. I don't want to be charged with murdering the descendants of God's chosen one."

"You worry too much, I am a tenth-level druid, and my body is already immune to poison." Toria smiled and shook her head.

"Ah, it turns out that you are a powerful druid." The Chief Toxic Bite put on a shocked look on the surface, but his heart was overwhelming.

"I knew you were a druid! I put my beloved daughter under house arrest, bribed and corrupted my closest guards, digged into walls and sent spies... If it weren't for your little girl who is immune to toxins, you think you are Can I still stand in front of Lao Tzu alive???"

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Chapter 137 : White Horse VS Grey Wolf (8)

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Bloodfury and Thunder Spear are responsible for the defense of the north. The dead poet is responsible for connection and communication. Only the six clans of Jinlu, Withered Bones, Wind Howl, Grey Mane, Poison Bite, and Tasmar participated in this battle.

Like a tyrannical gust of wind, they surrounded the wolves in a hollow circle formation, the front row of horses and horses shot straight, and the back row of horses and bows raised their bows and arrows, shooting endless rain of arrows from different angles. The sharp clusters of arrows screamed in the air, densely falling on the shields held high by the werewolves, hitting them with soreness in their left arm, and almost lost consciousness.

Hundreds of heavy iron arrows mixed in the arrow rain, with great strength, easily penetrated the simple wooden boards, ruthlessly biting the flesh and bones of the werewolf, the barbarians who hit the arrow, wailed in pain, and raised the shield high. , The bloody left arm, also fell weakly. Destroyed the entire tight shield wall-the dense rain of arrows, like all-permeable mercury falling to the ground, whizzed in along the gaps in the formation, biting the flesh and blood of the nearby wolves fiercely! Splashes of coquettish and stern blood-colored poppies, destroying the cracks in the shield wall more and more!

Facing the torrential rain that obscures the sky. The elite wolves in the inner ring also pulled out the hand crossbows around their waists, matching the hunting bows in the hands of the hunters, and coloring the people and horses outside the ring. The arrows all over the sky are like two sharp waves of iron gray, scouring and colliding with each other, almost covering the blue sky. It was frightening and dense to a terrifying level that the sound of breaking through the air completely submerged the deafening roars of the two sides.

When the centaurs shoot arrows, they still circle the circle and run at high speed. Avoid the enemy's archer's aim. But in the face of such a intensive rain of arrows, they were still riddled with crossbow arrows. The red blood, accompanied by violent movement, continued to gush outwards. Every minute and every second, there were heroic soldiers whose blood was exhausted. , Collapsed weakly on the battlefield and never got up again.

Chief Maid raised his soft and beautiful long purple hair, led the Howling Warlock, and turned into a howling horrible wind, violently skimming the long contradictory wall of werewolves, and the raging storm directly took their hairy bodies. , Lifted high from the ground, hit the bodies of other werewolves heavily, disrupting the tight formation after another, causing the other side to cry miserably.

And the howling warrior behind her also caught this rare gap, facing the gap in the shield wall that was blown away by the wind, shooting out densely packed feather arrows like migratory locusts, those sharp arrow clusters carved out of flint and white bones. , Slashing through the thick wolf hair, tearing scarlet cracks in the thick wolf skin.

The newly appointed Captain of the Golden Rugged Guard: Gulvia, with thousands of gold Rugged soldiers, gallops around the wide battlefield. The golden shoe warrior closest to the werewolf has six limbs and hundreds of skeletons covered by two layers of sturdy leather armor. The human body is also wearing a short-sleeved chain armor shirt. Well equipped is outrageous. The gold-shoeed predator, who was a little away from the werewolf, also wore a studded leather armor covering the whole body. The mixed soldier farthest from the werewolf also has a flexible leather armor to defend against the human chest that is most vulnerable to attack.

The poundage of hunting bows and hand crossbows is not outstanding compared with the composite longbow. The closer the golden-footed centaur is to the werewolf, the more exaggerated the protective gear. With their armor, they can resist the rain of arrows of the werewolf. In six seconds, he can pull the giant bow in his hand into a full moon, shoot a heavy arrow with a powerful force, and slowly harvest the werewolf's life.

The withered druids of Abhors have also turned into huge birds of prey, soaring above the sky, monitoring the movements of the entire battlefield-soaring in the sky, it is not just the centaur druids and their animal companions!

In order to fight for air supremacy, the druids of both sides opened a bloody fight. The scream of eagles resounded through the sky!

Hundreds of fierce falcons flapped their huge wings, tearing the enemy's flesh with their sharp beaks and claws, and from time to time they led out a bunch of terrifying electric arcs, scorching the enemy's flesh and blood. The feathers covered with blood fluttered in the sky. Broken corpses covered in bloodstains fell feebly from the sky.

Tasmar warriors, regarded as heretics, are also fighting wildly on the front lines. On the elegant and beautiful back curve, there are thousands of goblins who have been forced to wash. Under the command of the centaurs, the little guys tremblingly used the short bows, slings, and javelins in their hands, and the pack of wolves that kept barking at the distance, throwing out long-range props that covered the sky and the sun.

As the chief, An Ran is carrying two beautiful and handsome elven male favorites. They held Corylon's emblem in one hand, and the open side was shining with thousands of colors. The brilliant and unusual entropy light shield distorted the nearby light and air, protecting the hostess and themselves from being shot by the loss.

The other elf held aloft the white oak wand. The tip of the rod inlaid with arcane gems shoots out arcane missiles filled with magical energy, like azure blue meteors, whizzing towards the wolves, and the terrifying arcane force field is shattered and battered. Hole's wooden shield smashed the ribs of one werewolf after another.

All the members wear animal skin masks, and they bite the clan tightly, covering their lips and nasal cavity, holding up the wooden shield in their hands, holding the opponent's intensive volley, and slowly advancing forward. They are impatient to play with each other and shoot each other. In the game, they took out bags of heavy gastric sacs sealed with wax liquid from their rucksacks, and then took out a cross-shaped strange javelin, bit the horse and held their breath, tore it with the tip of the gun, and penetrated the gastric sac. After that, he immediately hurled to the wolves not far away, waiting in full battle.

A cracked stomach pouch immediately floated out a creepy light green poisonous cloud, and the poison bag was stuck just in front of the cross-shaped branch. Accompanied by the sharp spear throwing, tragic green arcs were drawn in the air, and they were heavily pierced on the shields of the wolves-the poisonous horses had pale faces, and they fled backwards. The werewolves were also spotted by this. The poisonous thing was scared to death, and they were about to hold their breath and retreat, but it was too late. Their eyelids seemed to be heavily burdened, their hands and feet seemed to be filled with lead, and their arms slowly fell down. The weapon shields in their hands, It's more heavy like a mountain!

Seeing the enemy's state, the poisonous horses that ran away showed sinister smiles, scrambled to pull out the compound longbow behind their backs, and began to practice shooting with a fixed target.

Horus frowned. The long-range firepower coverage of the sagittarius that obscures the sky and the sun is actually terrifying to such an extent. The originally confident anti-long-range and cavalry formation was also about to fall far away under the intensive offensive of the opponents.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a terrifying battle roar sounded abruptly from behind the Cangqing Wolf King. He quickly turned back and saw countless werewolf soldiers with twisted limbs, sunken bodies, and even broken spears pierced by werewolf soldiers. They traversed a scary and scary arc of blood, and were thrown into the high sky. With a shocking rain of blood, he fell heavily to the ground.

After being transformed into a wolf, the nine-foot-high Gothic King, standing out among the wolves, is too conspicuous. Greymane, the tribe of people and horses who were hired by the Eastern Roman Empire and fought in Anatolia for decades, has varying degrees of imperialism from equipment to thinking.

Rotating around the wolves and shooting arrows, the Chief Greymane caught a fleeting flaw in the werewolf formation-there was just a terrifying storm of Mead, raging in chaos, and the subsequent enemy army, There is no time to fill the vacancy.

As a result, the gray mane warriors, armed with Roman mail armor, armed with spears, and even riding spears, instinctively formed a cone-shaped array most suitable for tearing and penetrating the battle line, shouting wildly under the hunting gray eagle flag. Scarlett's god name has entered the boundless sea of ​​wolves!

They are like sharp steel knives flying at high speed, cutting and tearing the flesh and blood of the barbarians. The heroic Chief Gereel took the lead, with a sharp spear pointed at the heart of the wolf pack!

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Chapter 138: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (9)

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charge! charge! charge! ! !

Chief Goril, with the sharp gray mane who followed her in the north and south, desperately tore the scarred scars exposed by the wolves, so that the terrifying fissure was cut deeper and deeper by the spear blade in his hand! The four werewolves let out a terrible roar that made blood clotted, and raised the short spear flatly in front of the gray fierce horse.

Gorell, who was bathed with blood and ground meat, sneered silently. Facing the four dazzling gunpoints, she did not slow down the pace of the charge. With her strong arms, she instead plated an elliptical shield with a PX mark on the surface and painted PX in the center. Four sharp points on the gun.

The contradictions are connected, accompanied by the horrible harsh noise, where the iron rubs and collides, there is a series of scarlet fires, and the wooden spear handle, under the huge pressure of the horses and the horses, is like a poor shrimp, arching upwards. After losing his straight body, the inside of the barrel of the gun also made an unknown tearing sound!

The werewolf roared in surprise. With a full blow, they not only failed to block the pace of the opponent's charge, but their bodies retreated uncontrollably. Their sharp wolf claws plowed deep ravines on the grass.

"Puff!"

With his free right hand, Chief Greymane grabbed a Roman spear glowing with cold light. Stabbing at the evil wolf in front of him fiercely, the sharp tip of the spear pierced and tore the skull of an enemy in an instant, splashing a stern bloody spray in the air.

Riding on the fact that the opponent did not react, Gorell pulled out the hideous spear that was soaked in blood and brains, and inserted it again into the left shoulder of the second werewolf. The blood-stained spear was like a cold. The deadly poisonous snake accurately bypassed the enemy's hard bones, and instantly penetrated his extremely hot heart from above. The second bloodthirsty werewolf also collapsed softly on the ground.

"Roar!!!"

All this happened too suddenly, and half of the friendly forces were missing. The remaining two werewolves couldn't stop the charge of Chief Greymane with Ben, and the wolf claws plowing backwards became more and more rapid! A werewolf uttered a desperate cry, and simply let go of the spear that had long been distorted, and the whole person jumped up and rushed to Gorell's white neck fiercely.

But when he let go, the last short spear that hit the shield surface could no longer withstand the terrifying power of the horses and horses. Accompanied by a clear whine, it instantly broke into two pieces.

Gorell waved his left arm forcefully, the heavy tower shield hit the face of the third werewolf heavily, causing a wolf to kiss a skewed, fractured black body, accompanied by a loud noise, and blood and broken teeth. , Whirled and flew into the distance.

At the same time, her fast-moving body draped in chain mail was also heavily hit on the chest of the last werewolf! The poor guy was knocked into the air for a long distance. He had just landed, and before he wailed painfully for the broken bones, the black horseshoes of Chief Greymane appeared on his head!

"Puff!"

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"Roar!!!" The Gothic guard who looked at the gray-maneed centaur, holding a five-meter super long spear, let out an angry roar. He just wanted to take the Forbidden Army, whose subordinates were transformed into wolves, to stop the charge of the horses, but his shoulder was firmly held down by a powerful wolf claw.

"Don't worry, General Gramer. Look at their fancy banners. Our enemy is not a united kingdom, but a loose alliance of six independent tribes.

You have been blessed by the gods, and now you have a sense that is far superior to humans, learn to use it! Look! After this clan with the gray falcon flag entered the circle, the other men and horses did not cooperate with them, but showed a look of astonishment and hesitating. They are fighting each other, lacking cooperation and communication. "Horus gave orders confidently.

"Let the men and horses come in! After they rush deep enough that they can't turn their heads back, we will surround these monsters again! Annihilate them completely!"

"Your will."

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"Damn it! What the hell is the Greymane clan doing! The enemy only injured some fur, and launched a charge with a heavy armor?" Toria, who was sitting in the back and watching the whole battle, let out an angry roar.

If this is done by the Bloodfury clan, the descendants of God's Choice will sell their teammates directly. But the problem is, it is gray mane that does this! Those Greymane clans who have worked under the Romans for decades! The first time they returned home, Chief Jinlu spent a lot of money and livestock to buy these mercenaries and was absolutely loyal to him.

Gorell also vowed that as long as the price is right, she will help herself become the new king-these cannon fodder bought from real money are far from fulfilling the business they promised, and she will definitely not die here!

"Abhuos! Bring me back the Greymane clan!" Thinking of this, Tolia quickly summoned the gray eagle that soars above the sky, tearing the flesh and blood of the werewolf druid, a giant sky beast with a wingspan of eight feet. , Nodded cautiously, and instantly transformed into a small and exquisite crow. Under the cover of several withered bone sacrifices, he escaped from the bloody aerial battlefield, like a shooting star, across the blue sky.

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Charge, kill, blood, death!

These mercenary clans who traveled south and north, loyal to the Roman rebels, and charged the Persian demons, tore through the flesh and blood lines of defense made by thousands of werewolves, and the supreme soldier's front covered with pieces of flesh pointed directly at Horus. throat!

Under the cover of the left and right clansmen, Gorell unfastened the last strap on his shoulders and raised the last four-meter-long Kontos lance. Facing the lord of wolves in front of me, from the depths of the throat, let out a terrifying roar from hell! ! !

"Interestingly, it seems that this girl is more worthy of my action than the bear goblin who does not fight and defeats himself, and the weak lizardman!"

The terrifying fire of the Cangqing Wolf King was also ignited by the enemy's fiery killing intent. Horus flashed a deadly spear that whizzed sideways at a terrifying speed that was not commensurate with his huge body. The huge left claw accurately held the wooden pole of the spear!

"Bah—"

King Goth allowed his spear shaft to move at high speed, rubbing the stern bloodstains and sharp wolf claws in his tender palm, following the slender spear handle, accurately grasping the left hand of Chief Greymane, as sharp as a razor. The ferocious wolf claws are deeply submerged in the strong flesh and blood of the opponent!

The giant wolf body, dressed in studded leather armor, full-body chain armor, and heavy scale armor, slammed into the huge body of Goriel that weighed a ton and ran at full speed! There was a terrifying loud noise of the addition of gold and iron! ! !

"boom!!!"

Chief Greymane took two steps backwards painfully, and his eyes widened in disbelief. This wolf actually used his horns to block his proud full-speed charge?

However, before Gorell could react, she was pierced by wolf claws, her bloody left palm was violently pulled by the opponent, and her left arm was directly dislocated, and her body instantly lost her balance and fell forward involuntarily, so she had to watch. The wolf king took out a troll head-sized mace with his right hand and hit it heavily on his chest!

"Wow!!!"

Chief Greymane suddenly felt like her body was turned upside down, her beautiful red lips spit out a pool of dripping blood, but before she was hit by a mace, she quickly drew a long sword from her waist with her right hand and tried her best to pierce her. On the only exposed wolf face of Horus, a faint bloodstain was pierced?

"call!"

Horus gave an arrogant grin. But before he mocked the mare that was overpowering in front of him, the roar of wolves and the howling of the wind came from behind—well, listening to the sound, it should be a spear, then, the person who came is not a horse assassin, and Are they flying druids, or those wind howling warlocks?

Cangqing Wolf King tilted his head in disdain, and sure enough, a brown afterimage pierced his head severely, where he was in the last second.

"Is this the strength of the Centaur Council?! Poor and weak! Poor and weak! Poor and weak!"

Horus laughed twice, with a frantic smile, but because of the scenery in front of him, it solidified in an instant—it was not a stick at all! It's a huge sickle shining with ferocious light!

When the horrible sacrificial sickle stabbed, the blade was vertically upward, but now, it was deflected ninety degrees to the left, horizontally in the air, with a deadly cold light shining fierce sickle blade, just facing his neck! And with the movement of the horses and horses behind them shrinking the wooden poles, they are getting closer and closer to their throat!

Damn, the bastard who attacked him should be a high-level druid, because while he contracted his sickle, he was still muttering words, letting the grass on the ground, like a green python with teeth and claws, tightly entangled his body! Make yourself unable to avoid the attack

"Ok?"

Abhuos raised his eyebrows in surprise. In his imagination, the scene of the sharp blade cutting the head did not appear, just like the Chief Greymane could not pierce the enemy's cheek with a long sword, and his sickle could not cut the wolf king's neck. ?

"Abhuos! Go! I'm careless, this is not a goal that can be successfully decapitated with a single charge!!!"

Seeing that he could not get rid of the imprisonment of wolf claws, Gorrel did not hesitate to cut off his left hand that was pierced by the claws, and led the entire clan, desperately retreating back.

"I just tried my best to stab him in the face with a long sword, but he only scratched a layer of skin! This is definitely not a racial trait. The fur of other werewolves can't resist steel at all! Then, there are only two answers. That's it: Make yourself become as hard as armor [Armor Skin], or [Damage Reduction] that is resistant to all damage.

Damn it! People who can comprehend and learn such terrible expertise are extremely rare on the grasslands. You may not have seen them in your entire life. However, when I was a mercenary in the empire, I saw a terrifying existence exactly like him! Those Romans in awe called it...[Legend]. "

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Chapter 139: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (10)

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The Withered Bone Chief, who was full of confidence in his own strength, did not bring any members of his tribe to participate in this beheading operation. When he looked at the scarlet sea of ​​scarlet wolves, frantically rushing in his direction, he looked at the green pastures with thin arms. After the struggle of the blue wolf king, Abhuos Hastily retracted the sacrificial sickle, the whole person turned into a blue-gray giant eagle, and fled into the sky in a hurry.

At the same time, Gorell also took advantage of the opportunity of the Wolf King to break free of the shackles, clutching the fierce fracture of his left arm that was constantly spewing blood, and returned with the clan's original path, tearing the circular array of wolves for the second time.

However, they fell too deep. The poisonous people kept shrinking their formations. Countless mad and bloodthirsty werewolves used their flesh and blood to fill in the terrible gaps torn apart by the horses and horses, each covered in heavy scale armor. , The Gothic Forbidden Army armed with a five-meter long spear, rounded back to the sides and behind of the Greymane clan, backed by the cannon fodder in the outer ring, and surrounded the beheading unit of thousands of people.

The terror spears in the hands of the imperial army were as long as five meters in short. Because of the length, the soldiers in the second row, the third row, and even the sixth row can pierce the body of the front-row comrades with the super-long guns in their hands, pierce the enemy's flesh and blood, and be on the front battlefield. Form the absolute advantage of playing more with less.

The horrible and terrifying spear formation of the Gothic barbarians is like a steel forest, like an insurmountable mountain, lying on the way of Goriel's escape. The Graymane warrior brandished the spear and tower shield in his hand, but he couldn't exceed the desperate length of the ultra-long spear. Several people and horses who tried to launch a charge were poked into a bloody sieve by the terrifying phalanx that was enough to make the horrified patient and the corpse on the spot!

"Charge at the spear phalanx? What are you doing? Haven't seen the elves before, use him against the orcs' Skug Cavalry? Raise the shield! Defensive formation!" Goriel endured the severe pain and survived the Greymane Dessert. After Rui's magical treatment. Regained the command of the clan.

Her whole body was stained red with scarlet blood, dripping sweat, slowly flowing down the beautiful cheeks of the Chief Greymane, and washed out traces of filthy scarlet on the almost solidified blood-colored mask.

"How many more javelins do we need? Arrows? Collect them all and give them to the most powerful predators! Let them focus on the outer werewolves! Seize the time to break through! We don't have time..."

Before the words of Chief Greymane came, a loud noise came from behind him! She turned her head back in horror-she saw that hundreds of terrifying beasts wearing heavy armor and wielding heavy weapons with both hands, surrounded by the nine-foot-tall Cyan Wolf King, bit the team's end!

Horus wielded that terrifyingly large mace, and smashed it hard at the people in front of him. Every time he attacked, he could smash a huge hole in the grass, and countless dense and terrifying cracks like spider webs spread all over the pit. Shocking scarlet blood gurgled from the twisted and broken bones of the centaurs and soldiers, and slowly filled every terrifying bloody pit!

And those werewolves wielding two-handed warhammers and great axes beside him, raised the blood-stained heavy weapons high, and fell heavily, or accompanied by the friction of gold and iron, splashing A series of dazzling sparks, or with the painful wailing of people and horses, flooded the sky with blood. They are like machines, repeating this action continuously. Amidst the fighting songs of the dying fighters and boosting morale, move forward frantically!

Under the command of Gorell, the Greymane Sagittarius also learned from the enemy and arranged in exactly the same circular array. Sustained in the bloodthirsty wolf tide all over the mountains and plains. The warrior, wearing heavy armor and holding a large spear and shield, is in the outer ring, resisting the terrifying stabbing of an ultra-long spear that stretches like a tide, and the frantic, bloodthirsty werewolf charged with the madness and bloodthirsty werewolves.

The predator holding a javelin, bow and arrow, and the caster are located in the inner ring, shooting out a horrible rain of arrows that obscures the sky! Above the sky, withered bone druids and predators of various races, the number of eagle partners exaggerated to a certain extent, took the upper hand and supported their brothers and sisters.

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"What are the Greymane guys doing? Why are they stuck in the wolves and can't get out?" Chief Maid of the Wind Howl clan tilted his head in doubt. Other people and horse clans who gallop and shoot around the wolves have also raised similar questions. The chiefs secretly assessed the difficulty of rushing into the wolves and rescuing the Greymane clan, and the price that needs to be paid-the interests of their own clan are always the most important.

Of course, they will still stand in places where the werewolves can't reach, and provide some intensive long-range support for Gorell. Tasmar shoots out a horrible rain of arrows that are as black as a landslide and tsunami, venting their anger on the spear guards who are unprepared. His back, sharp clusters of arrows, bite the armor and flesh and blood of the wolves.

Under the front and back attack, every minute and every second, a heavy armored werewolf with an ultra-long gun collapsed in a pool of muddy blood.

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"Chief Jinlu!"

A blue-grey giant eagle fell from the sky, and the flesh and blood body covered with feathers instantly transformed and twisted into an elegant man and horse with a blue coat. The handsome face, like a corpse that has been dead for a long time, presents a gloomy and sad pale gray face.

"The leader of the werewolf may be a legendary warrior! I can't save the Chief Greymane! Hurry up and give the order! The Greymane clan is besieged by a pack of wolves, and it won't last long!"

"Azura's Shield, Soul Eater... No, no, no! These are useless."

Toria turned her back to Abhuos, on an exquisite carriage pulled by two white horses, turning boxes and cabinets—this was the precious legacy accumulated by the looting of the Centaur Kingdom for thousands of years. There are three exquisite ornate treasure chests on the carriage, which carry enchanted weapons, primitive magic scrolls, and various horror strange objects.

"Shift's sorrow, Ironstone... Ah, you are back, Chief Withered Bones. I can see the battle just now clearly here. Don't be afraid, it's just a legendary warrior, and it's not usable. The magic of the legendary arcane, don't need to be so flustered. Look, I have assembled the elite of the golden shoes. Do it now!

But wait for me for a while! I remembered something at the bottom of the box that can adapt to the current situation. In addition, the poisonous bite clan is known as the poisonous blade that sees the blood-sealed throat, we have a chance, there is a chance...Damn it! Where did I throw that thing? "

The Descendant of God uses her slender fingers that are covered with rings, sometimes tossing boxes full of magical wonders, and sometimes reading a scroll of magical scrolls of a few years. In the end, the line of sight was frozen in the blind spot inside the box. Under the golden mask, the youthful and gorgeous face showed a cruel smile.

"Let's go, Abhors, gather all your druids! Today, your sacrifice will be on the altar of flesh and blood built by thousands of werewolves, to present a legendary enemy to our ancestors and deities. Heart! Swear to the entire world that our ancient kingdom that trembles all things has returned from hell!"

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty: White Horse VS Grey Wolf (11)

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The endless sound of the horn resounded through the sky, and the gleaming golden messengers ran around, passing the orders of the descendants of God to the ears of all the people of the tribe. Howling wind, poisonous bite, and the tasks of the three clans of Tasmar remained unchanged. They continued to harass and shoot the circular mad wolves in the outer ring. However, all the druids of the Six Clans were recruited by the chiefs of the Golden Foot, and they were combined with the Drybone Priests to form a spellcasting group with a scale of up to six hundred.

The descendants of God's Choice personally brought four hundred guards armed to the teeth, like deafening golden thunders, descending on the battlefield in the mountains of corpses.

Their six limbs and hundreds of skeletons are all draped with a piece of flexible leather painted in brilliant gold. On the outside of the gold armor, they are also wearing heavy chain mail connected by thousands of iron rings. The heavy armor is like a road. The curtain of steel, from the smooth horseback, down to the hard horseshoes, the beautiful face exposed to the air, even more like their chiefs, wearing a gorgeous mask painted gold or simply made of gold.

An oak shield covered with iron on each side is connected to form an indestructible moving city wall. A sharp spear with a cold light, turned into a terrifying steel forest!

"AlanNure chooses the descendants of God, charge!!!" Gulvia returned to Tolia with the golden shoes warrior who had returned from the expedition. More than four thousand bottom members wearing leather armor, or only animal skins, fired rounds of horrible arrows to cover the sky and sun, covering more than one thousand elites wearing chain armor, and four hundred iron riding gears. The golden guard guard, like a golden wave, rushed in the direction of the Greymane clan.

"Take the shield and short spear in your hands! Stand side by side!"

Seeing the surging golden wave, Gramer quickly took some super-long gun soldiers and turned to assist his brothers and sisters. A five- to seven-meter-long terrorist weapon was densely interspersed in the shield wall and crossed the golden army. In front of you!

"Protect the wings and prepare for an assault!"

The guards sneered contemptuously. They lined up in a row, waving their right fists at the same time-on their index fingers wearing deerskin gloves, they were all covered with a bronze sheep's head ring.

In an instant, nearly a hundred violent shockwaves seemed to destroy and destroy the formation of wolves! Deep ravines were plowed on the grassland. Countless werewolves were caught off guard, accompanied by the earth and grass flying all over the sky. Being hit by the shock of terror, hit the sky high. The crisp sound of countless broken bones hit the sky.

Behind the assault troops, those Jinxu tribesmen who were responsible for archery cover immediately bent their bows and set up arrows, facing the werewolves that were lifted into the sky, sending out another round of terrifying arrows rain! Countless corpses of barbarians that were shot into hedgehogs and restored to human form, accompanied by patters of red blood, and dense clusters of fierce arrows, fell from the sky, like a terrible rainstorm praising blood and death.

Thousands of dark horseshoes immediately trampled on the flesh and blood rift created by the siege ring, and roared into the wolves. The left and right werewolves tried to shrink to the center, outflank the golden enemy. However, their originally neat shield wall collapsed immediately following the movement of the wolves.

Howling, poisonous bite, Tasmar seized this opportunity. Accompanied by a rain of arrows covering the sky, like a winter wind, whizzing past the shrinking front of the enemy army, using magic and steel to harvest the lives of the wolves, reducing the pressure on both sides of Toria.

The druid's voice of singing the incantation rose and fell continuously. Injured people and horses continue to be healed by the natural energy full of vitality. There are constant fighters fighting on the front line, and they feel that their muscles are suddenly filled with inexhaustible power!

In a blink of an eye, he rushed to the forefront, covered with BUFFs, like a golden guard guard with terrifying beasts, had trampled on the corpses of werewolves across the mountains and rushed to the back of the spear guard!

The long spear phalanx is invincible from the front, but the sides and the back are fatal weaknesses. The dense array and the unusually heavy weapons make it difficult for them to adjust their direction. Before the wolves besieging the gray mane, they raised their flat spears and turned to fight against the enemy troops. They were like harvested wheat. They were hit by heavy armor and more than a ton of iron riding gear. The ground, trampled into a terrifying corpse with blood and blood!

Some guards made a decisive decision and immediately threw away the long spears in their hands, pulled out the short axe from their waists, and rushed to the menacing golden-footed enemy. In their chain armor, they chopped out a string of scarlet sparks. However, The phalanx of long spears on the back of the enemy collapsed too quickly. Their sudden move of throwing away the spears directly collapsed the shaky front!

Gorell took her strongest graymane guard and immediately shredded the spear front that had troubled them for a long time, but now they were too thin. Wielding the spear and short sword in his hand, he slammed into the back of the werewolf who was fighting with the golden shoe.

The gray falcon and the golden horseshoe, two powerful tribes, successfully merged in the wolf tide.

"Thank you very much for your rescue! Chief Golden Foot!" Gorell braced his bloodless body, galloped forward vainly, panting. "Quickly kill it back! That gray wolf is coming over!"

"Go back? I'm here to kill him this time! Chief Greymane." Toria's face was solemn, and she supported her pride in front of outsiders.

The nine-foot-tall Cangqing Wolf King in front of him, wielding a sledgehammer, looked from a distance, but his body was relatively huge. Now I got a little closer, and was immediately oppressed by a maddening, suffocating terrorist killing intent!

The giant wolf exuded a maddening bloodthirsty coercion, and he felt great fear at such a distance from him. If it were close contact, ordinary people would tremble all over, even weapons. Can't lift it up.

"Gorell! Take yours and cover us! Don't let other werewolves interfere with my battle!" Looking at the broken left hand of Chief Greymane, Tolia frowned slightly. He immediately excluded the fighter from his battle plan.

"No problem!" After hearing that he didn't need to fight Horus again, Chief Greymane let out a long sigh of relief. Lead the tribe to form an indestructible shield wall to defend against the terrifying assaults in the Sirius Sea. Choosing descendants for God creates an undisturbed battlefield.

"War commander... No, your Majesty the King! The one who is full of gold and wears an antler mask is the leader of the centaur! It is she who killed Gavill!" An old wolf holding a skeleton stick on his head was angry. Roared loudly.

"Do you personally take people to perform the decapitation?" Horus showed a cruel smile, and drew a broken spear from the corpse, exhausted all the weapons, and threw it in Toria's direction!

Under the bonus of the wolf king's terrifying power, the broken spear tore the surrounding air, making a creepy whistling sound, like a brown meteor, hitting a gray-maned mane horse that was not retreating in time. The sharp tip of the spear pierced his hard skull in an instant, and the whole broken spear pierced through a person with unabated strength. It continued to fly forward with a stern whistling and bloody blossoms in the sky! The sharp point of the gun is getting bigger and bigger in Toria's pupils!

"Then, let me see who it is, who beheaded who?"