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Chapter 146: True and False Chief

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After a night of passion, the bard disguised as a blood-rage chief collapsed contentedly on the sheepskin mattress, his skin was covered with crystal clear sweat, his soft belly was undulating, two towering towering towering into the clouds. The black mountains shook gently, accompanied by her hurried and satisfying voice of breathlessness.

"Fell asleep so soon."

Christian gently caressed Painhus, the sleeping handsome face-the acting chief has almost no time to rest and entertain these days. After working hard for a few days, after going to the **, his physical strength finally reached its limit. , In the surging gentle country of the bard, fell into a sweet dream.

"Hmph, the big deal has been decided. When he wakes up, he can't refuse even if he wants to refuse."

The bard stretched out a slender finger, rolled it up, and pulled away the strands of her wet dark brown hair, making her ruby-like red pupils gleaming with boundless spring. When she admired the pale white horse in front of her, there was no Any hindrance.

"That's not right-although I did not participate in the war, but according to the information passed back and forth by the dead of the poem, the pale horse not only has to manage and suppress the more than 3,000 new violent members who joined the blood rage clan and grinded and sucked blood, but also had to face it. Sartre's endless harassment, raids, and even returning to the fortress, have to deal with the Thunderpike clan who prosecuted himself and stood beside the descendants of the gods... he must be exhausted."

Christian brows frowned slowly. Painfully stroked the other's pale long hair. For several years, the shadows that slumped in the heart were overwhelmed by the endless pleasure brought about by the intercourse. After the bard was in Wushan, he once again returned to a calm and rational state.

"Wait, it's not right, now the situation is so chaotic, Horus is entrenched in the West, the bitch Tolia is eyeing his crown, and my sister's ruling power, the Bloodrage clan is facing the challenge of foreign enemies and internal troubles at the same time. Everyone is fighting hard, but I made this kind of thing and disrupted his work, is it a bit too selfish..."

Christina burst into a beautiful picture with a gentle smile, affectionately calling herself "elder sister", and suddenly came to Christian's mind. The bard's springy and beautiful face slowly showed a guilty look, no matter what. For thousands of reasons, I did something to sorry for her.

"Forget it, bear with me, wait for the north to stabilize, and then clarify this matter." The spark of reason finally prevailed in Christian's extremely chaotic mind.

Thinking of this, the bard once again played the bewitching mourning movement, leaving a regretful kiss on the lips of the acting chief, and gradually disappearing inside the tent. The bloodrage warriors on both sides of the road bowed to her who was disguised as the bloodrage chief.

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"Arrows! Arrows! Arrows! Charge with a gun! AlanNure Sandra!!!"

In the early morning of the next day, a series of uniform roars, accompanied by the high-pitched and stern sound of horns, and the dense drumbeat of horseshoes smashing the ground, formed a war chorus that once again swept the entire fortress on the seashore.

The roar of the battle roar that turned against the sky, like the surging crazy wave of the Black Sea, echoed back and forth inside the castle.

"Arrows! Arrows! Arrows! Charge with a gun! AlanNure Sandra!!!"

"Oh my God-the sisters of Stormpike are training again in the morning?! Let people not sleep!" Pain Hess, who was awakened by the roar of battle, opened his bloodshot eyes silently and said An angry roar.

If the opponent is not a comrade-in-arms, he will definitely order the bloodrage fighters to send a round of sharp arrows to cover the sky and the sun to these dream-disturbing fanatics, and let the Thunder Pike men and horses lie in their own blood. Keep your mouth shut forever.

In the past few days of cooperation, Painhurs slowly learned about the Thunderpike clan fighting side by side with him: aside from the fact that these guys lick protein powder every day, they are a group of highly militarized violent gangs. Unconditionally obey the superior order.

The newborn foal, from the beginning of being able to walk, must strictly follow the iron-like death law within the clan.

All soldiers are the feather arrows in Chief Sandra's quiver, the sharp blade in the scabbard, and the flesh and blood extension of the arm. If the Stormpike clan is a life. Then, the clan members are flesh and blood, the head is the nerve node, and the chief is the heart and brain, directing everyone's activities.

The chief did not order to eat, and no one was allowed to eat. The chief did not order to sleep, and everyone was not allowed to close their eyes. The chief blew the assembled horn. Everyone must get their weapons and appear in front of her at the first time. Painhurs had negotiated with her several times, and it was enough to gather in the morning. Can you stop blowing the horn in the middle of the night? The whole fortress has made a chicken fly dog ​​jump? Thunder Spear doesn't sleep, but Blood Fury must sleep, okay!

"It's so annoying, why don't you order the soldiers to go to bed at dusk and get up in the middle of the night, and it's more expensive to quarrel with those elder sisters, Chris...huh?"

The pale white horse looked at the empty mattress beside him, and the mess after the passion, and fell into huge doubts. He straightened up his pale Shenjun body and opened the curtain, but the guards on the left and right told him: The chief had left the glory of Skerrit last night?

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Time was like a white horse passing by, and it was fleeting. Horus and Toria, who were seriously injured and unable to move, reached a final agreement through pen and paper. The two sides signed a peace treaty, and at the same time gave each other some money, so that the leaders of both sides could brag in front of their soldiers that "the enemy is terrified of our supreme military, and is terrified, praying for peace, and giving it a precious gift."

It is a good deal to exchange a sum of gold for the prestige in the hearts of the soldiers.

After the war, the wolves retreated to the west of Gredinian, licking their wounds in secret. And Christina, with the entire population and property of the Bloodrage clan, left Diodosiya, and the whole clan migrated to the Glory of Skerrit far away from the center of the council.

Before leaving, he also used his pasture and land in the city in exchange for more food and livestock. After three days and three nights of trekking, at the end of a vast expanse of vision, a team appeared to greet him. Under the banner of the Scarlet Skull, a pale figure stood.

"Pale horse!"

Christina cheered happily, four black and elegant horseshoes, in the green grass, turned into deep afterimages, turning herself into a bloody crimson body, turning into a rouge wind, light Floating lightly into the cold, generous and pale embrace of the other party.

"By the way, a few days ago, you suddenly came to my side and left suddenly. Did something happen?"

Painhurs opened his arms happily and hugged the lover in front of him. Enjoying a moment of glamour, and by the way, ask questions that have troubled me for a long time.. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

"Ah? I went straight back to Diodosiya to take care of the clan? I didn't come back at all."

Christina tilted her head, her delicate face revealed a lovely expression that was more perplexed than him.

The smile on Painhurs's face slowly solidified, and his eyes widened in shock. This unbelievable look quickly regained his composure in front of the Bloodrage Chief and the soldiers, using touching words of love. This was prevarication, and slowly dispelled Rouge Lima's doubts. Begin to settle down the tired brothers and sisters on the journey, transfer, and unload the piles of materials from the pack beast. By the way, find a good time to privately call the sentry on duty that night.

"Block the news that the chief appeared that night, and let the people on duty shut up. Also, inform Kuronia and let him summon his best predators, the hounds with the most sensitive smell, and the eagle with the sharpest vision. Look up any traces left by the [Bloodfury Chief] that night, and take out the counterfeit at all costs! Implement it immediately!

By the way, this matter is not allowed to be told to the chief, I will handle it myself, understand? ! "

"Your will!"

Chapter 147: Black Fangs

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The Bloodfury clan all migrated to the glory of Skerrit in the north, and settled in this strong coastal fortress. Painhurs fulfilled his promise and assigned the cattle and sheep across the mountains to the newly joined clan members according to the number of ears—that is, the merits. Christina, who also agreed with Painhurs' law, spread it to the entire race.

A total of four thousand two hundred and twenty-one men and horses. There is an average of three persons in one household, and one household consists of approximately two adult female and male horses, and one juvenile foal. They share a tent, livestock, and wealth.

The little pony is mostly their heirs, of course, some children are war orphans whose parents have died. Adopt these foals, and you will get additional resources from the chief.

Of course, some people with great military exploits, high prestige within the clan, and more livestock wealth tend to hug multiple heterosexual partners, and they also have more offspring. Let the population of a household swell to about four to five people.

After going through a series of extremely troublesome calculations, statistics, and door-to-door requests to change tents, and had to persuade and adjust the tedious work, the entire bloodanger clan has 4,221 members, divided into 1,300. Thirty-three tents. Every one hundred tents are divided into the most basic fighting groups. They are respectively led by thirteen brave and combative [100 households].

Of course, unlike ordinary nomadic civilizations, a family of five can only support one cavalry in a tent. A foal about one year old has the strength comparable to that of a human adult male. As long as it is not a costly expedition, a tent, three people can pull out two people to fight, it is not impossible for the whole people to be soldiers when they are alive or dead. Therefore, each hundred households at least command 150-200 brave fighters.

In the new round of the battle for thousands of households, Painhurs won the final victory. Became the unshakable war commander of the clan. As for the 333 families that were left out, one hundred families was Christina's former deputy, the fearless leader in heavy armor: Caen. He brought those two-handed heroes in iron riding gear, wielding heavy battle axes, and burning red anger, under the direct control of Christina.

There are also two hundred and thirty-three tents, all of which are extra-divided Black Liao clan, they are organized into an extra fighting group. Led by the spoiled, childish Sigrit. The white white horse brought some criminals who committed capital crimes and infiltrated spies with golden shoes, and threw them in front of these executioners who were former secret police. Want to know their true strength.

The black fangs nodded, their calloused hands wielded two sharp short spears-these predators are good at fighting with two weapons. Their five-foot-long, hideous and terrifying short spears are very slender and can be pierced or thrown. It is said that the thickness and length of this gun can counteract the charge of the cavalry, and it can pass through the ribs of men and horses. Pierced their hearts.

The next thing is a bit bloody and dazzling. In front of the new master, the black looters showed off their scheming to kill. They threw both hands at the same time, causing the two handles to continuously rotate to tear the air, and emit piercing and wailing spears, just like the hands of a surgeon, the most precise and sharp operation. The knife passed through the gap between the ribs, one up and down, and pierced the two hearts of the centaur at the same time!

Another guy, in order to prove that he knew the body structure of the horses and horses, as if he was a man and a cow, accompanied by a heart-piercing scream, he tore a complete piece of leather from the death row prisoner, and then he became adept. He cut off all his muscles and internal organs, and in the end there was only one complete bone that collapsed on the ground with blood, without a trace of abrasions or scratches.

The last guy did something even more exaggerated: he stabbed countless times on a spy. Just when Painhurs was confused, the predator skillfully cut open the deceased's belly. The red blood was splattered. His whole body did not cause his solemn face to produce any changes in expression. The blood-stained hands were like two cold rocks, without the slightest shake.

The pale white horse raised his eyebrows in surprise—the man pulled out a scarred heart that was pierced by a short spear, bloody organs, and scars pierced by countless spear points and cuts. The combination was amazing. It became the sacred totem of a black lizard clan: a big mouth of a beast's blood basin, and the two slender and terrifying fangs of the upper jaw almost pierced the chin.

"Very well, as promised, I allow you to wave the flag of the Black Roe clan and wear clothes decorated with the Black Roe Totem. Your glory and tradition can continue to be maintained." Painhurs nodded with satisfaction. "I will not send anyone to rule or hinder your lives. All 233 black veterans are unified under the only daughter of your chief: Sigrit."

"But you, the members of the black lion scattered among other clans, must provide me with all the information they can find! If the day of the civil war really comes, you must stand on my side."

"Your will."

Sigrit bowed awkwardly.

"It's true that the [Black Tusks] who scattered the clans have contacted several times privately-you also understand that all of our skills are used to counter the same race. The ability to graze, hunt, and attack foreign races is not Brilliant.

We are just a sharp blade that will choose the master. My mother once thought that the sacred fire was a suitable knife holder. But she was wrong, and took her own life, and the clan was torn apart.

However, you have overcome the sacred fire that cannot be beaten, and you have promulgated such an efficient and fair law. Therefore, everyone studied and decided that you are more like a [king] with a sharp hand than the descendant of God's choice. "

"Really? I thought you just wanted the luxurious life of the chief, so you chose to be loyal to me."

The pale white horse raised its eyebrows.

"This is also the reason--" Sigrit lowered his head twistedly, and then, accompanied by a brisk pace, jumped in front of Painhurs, with delicate lips, away from the ear of the acting chief. Getting closer and closer.

"However, the most important thing is that others don't know the badge, but our black fangs are clear: the badge in the hands of the holy fire is genuine!

Let's not mention that the oak emblem that hosts the divine nature will actually be destroyed by a small fire. When it was burned, it was dull to an abnormal level, and no signs of vision occurred—don't panic, acting chief. . The black fangs are loyal to you wholeheartedly. Will protect you a little secret...[little secret]. "

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight: The Contract of Selling Oneself

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After settled down, it was the turn of the vassal races. More than sixty hill giants under Ferrol were placed at the foot of the walls of the Glory of Skerrit, and more than five thousand Eastern Goths lived in the port of the castle.

The hammer-falling man who is proficient in crafts cut down a lot of logs from the woods in the west. With the help of the priests, they expanded the scale of the port and built small sailboats for them to go fishing and set up a small Fleet.

Hearing his teacher again, the drow who smiled and exuded fatal temptation, after the verbal agreement signed with the barbarian general: Asana, Painhurs' headaches became more and more severe.

With his men and horses, it is indeed possible to completely suppress these humans in a short period of time, put them in shackles again, and lock them into dark houses.

But the problem is that if the blood-angered people want to contend with the powerful Jinlu clan, they must make their own power stronger while the descendants of God's chosen are not yet healed.

And the human slave with no power to bind the chicken in front of him is transforming into a first-order priest who performs divine magic at a very terrifying speed...It is really an army of holy light that cannot be ignored.

"Tell me your price, Painhurs. What price do I have to pay to redeem my compatriots and my freedom?"

Asana hugged her graceful body tightly, her apricot eyes flashed with fear and anger. Whenever I see that pale man and horse, under the hard chain armor, on the white skin, the terrible scars pierced by the javelin, I will faintly aches.

"In six years, as long as you help me fight for six years unconditionally, and use the priest's magic to save our wounded, you will be able to redeem your freedom in six years.

As for the tax rate, it is of the same level as the people. For the wealth plundered during the war, the Goths need to hand in half of the share, and the rest of the materials need to be distributed according to your way. Usually, the income from grazing, farming, fishing and hunting needs to be paid to me by one-tenth. If there are surplus materials, they can only trade with the Bloodfury Clan, and are not allowed to trade with other people, the Ma Clan. "

The pale white horse rubbed his head and drew up a feasible plan. There are only so many cattle and sheep in the pasture, and the grain output of other clans has been at a low level in the perennial war.

Horse hair, stung by the sea, will become itchy and painful. After a long time, it will even lose its color, dry and crack, causing all the people to avoid the sea. The parliament will occupy a large area of ​​fertile coastline in vain. Cannot be developed and used.

However, unlike the Goths who grew up by the sea since childhood, these strong humans who originated from Gotland in Northern Europe were born good at playing in the water. The knowledge of fishing and hunting is passed on from generation to generation, and it can provide blood fury with abundant seafood, and he is changing hands to trade with other people who lack food. Definitely make a fortune.

"Well, the tax rate is okay, but six years is too long, three years." Asana frowned. After thinking for a while, she tried to suppress her inner fear, put her hands around her chest, and straightened herself with a full grip. With his waist, his eyes looked directly at the acting chief in front of him, trying to seek a better future for his people.

"Five years." Painhurs said quietly.

"Four years." Pastor Goth raised a slender, white arm, and stretched out four slender fingers in front of the pale white horse.

The pale white horse took a deep breath, and took out a small piece of copper wire from the leather pouch on his waist that specially stored spell casting items. With the biological instinct engraved in his DNA, the breeze filled with arcane power was wrapped in it. His own words floated gently into Asana's ears.

"This is not a vegetable market, and I am not a vendor. Asana! Find out your position! Within five years, I will still be your master!

Think about it, you priests are not indispensable to Bloodfury. And you, whose wings are not yet full, are extremely dependent on our shelter. There are 5,000 civilians, and more than 150 first-level priests... If I expel you to the wild, these people who have nothing, are they looting the supplies of the people and horses, and are quickly wiped out by us? Or do you obediently roll back to the West, the wild dogs that were killed with red eyes, and transformed into their kind? Or will it be difficult to live in the grassland and eventually become the dung of some unknown monster?

Five years! This is my bottom line! "

Painhurs destroyed the psychological defenses of the Goth priest step by step.

"By the way, I used [Communications] to specifically tell you what I just said. Those humans didn't hear a word. Now, I order you to swear allegiance to me in front of them, otherwise , I will order you all to be expelled to the depths of the grassland. Remember, their fate is now in your hands."

Asana clenched her silver teeth, under her beautiful orange hair like sunset, and above her heroic face, a pair of beautiful apricot eyes spit out flames of humiliation and anger.

Just now he was still in front of the tribe, fighting against that damned man and horse to the end, and in a blink of an eye, he would bow to him in front of all human beings? This will greatly damage the prestige that he has finally accumulated in front of his people, and the indesectable glory. However, if I refuse...Forget it, for the future of the people, I am willing to do anything.

The priestess sighed long. Under the strange gaze of the Gothic barbarians, he slowly knelt under Painhurs' hooves, his limbs trembling slightly because of the humiliation.

"I... Asana Aron. In exchange for the freedom of the people, I am willing to lead my pastor and fight for you unconditionally for five full years."

"Very good." The pale white horse nodded in satisfaction, and gently grabbed the priest's shoulders with both hands and lifted her from the ground.

"According to the rules of the Bloodfury clan, I will later divide you into a thousand tents based on the standard of five people and one household. Asana, you will become their leader of the thousand households. Manage and arrange your people's Every move. The hammer-dropping carpenter will give you enough materials to build a church dedicated to the God of Punishment on the coast."

"call--"

After arranging the Gothic barbarians, Painhurs breathed a long sigh of relief, and then discovered another sad thing: those lowly slaves, transformed and became glorious soldiers, resulting in insufficient labor within the clan. Up.

Bloodfury is now a big clan with a population of more than 4,000 and almost all of the people are soldiers. Herding, hunting, gathering, and war training all consume a lot of time. Before, the goths were responsible for cleaning the camp, transporting excrement, chopping wood and burning fire, and boiling water.

If people were to take charge of these dirty and tiring tasks again, it would inevitably reduce their training time and reduce the combat effectiveness and quality of soldiers. However, if no one does these dirty tasks, the camp will become a dirty garbage dump... ····

Thinking of this, Painhurs turned around and patted Curonia on the shoulder, and gave a nasty smile to the leader of the predators among the twelve hundred households with the strongest combat effectiveness.

"Monsters in the northern grasslands are rampant. Anyway, we have to clean up these uninvited robbers. Then, let us capture some humble goblins alive after the war, and do the dirty work that no one wants to do. "

Chapter 149: The Cause of War

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The population size suddenly swelled four times, and the internal affairs of the Bloodfury clan piled up into a terrible amount. Fortunately, the white horse popularized the household registration system and divided a clear class of soldiers—hundred households—1,000 households—chiefs.

The internal operations of more than four thousand people are handled by twelve hundred households who are brave and good at fighting, as well as their cronies. Unless there are some particularly important things, Painhurs will not take care of the soldiers. He directly rules and manages these twelve hundred households. This has not allowed himself to be overwhelmed by a large number of complicated events.

Of course, some special characters are independent of this system. For example, his teacher owns a huge and strong animal skin tent by himself.

When Painhurs gave Chief Anran to her high elves, and Heniwell, the female warlock suddenly burst out with a strange excitement in her eyes. Her hands were as smooth and slender as black jade, pulling the belt. Fettered by handcuffs, unable to run, the high elf, who was scared by her own black skin, turned into her private tent.

It didn't take long before there was a depressive voice mixed with happiness and pain at the same time.

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On the other side, Christina, with the heavy armored fearless men, began to teach the Scarlet Rage to the Wildhoofers, inspiring the bloodthirsty beasts bound and imprisoned in their hearts, and transformed batches of Wildhoof warriors into burning soaring sky. Furious flames, the people who wield heavy weapons with both hands are fearless.

Seeing the rage skill that can greatly enhance his combat effectiveness in a short period of time, the pale white horse was a little shaken, trying to work as a barbarian part-time to strengthen his melee skills.

However, no matter how Christina and Caen taught, there was no way for the acting chiefs of the lawful camp to enter a terrifying and violent state, and finally had to give up.

Seeing the iconic two-handed giant axe of the Bloodfury clan, Painhurs was lost in thought. The battle axe is indeed a very useful weapon. The iron ore consumed by casting an axe is far less than that of a long sword, and the damage it causes is also higher than that of an iron sword.

However, in the face of Satyr's light cavalry army entwined with the rhythm of illusion, and the terrible charge of the golden guards sweeping the world like a wave of gold, there is no good countermeasure against the two-handed axe.

So, how to change the gun? No, the spear is suitable for charge and counter charge, but in close hand-to-hand combat, its power is far inferior to the battle axe. According to the black fangs and the information gathered from the battlefield, those golden guards with big shields and long spears, and gray-mane sagittarius. In the melee mental combat, the elite werewolves wearing heavy armor and wielding warhammers, as well as those desperate warriors who also armed with battle axes, were very miserable.

"Yes!"

With a flash of inspiration in Painhurs' brain, he hurried to the casting area of ​​the castle, and proposed a new casting request to the elderly hammer craftsman, a hundred households named Kaul.

"You mean, let my people build this strange weapon in batches?"

Kaul touched his dark beard and dirty soot, which was swept to the ground by his rough big hand, revealing the true color of his beard-like a dark red face after blood has coagulated.

"Yes." Painhurs nodded.

"This thing looks like a six-foot-long spear. But on both sides, there are sharp axe blades and heavy warhammers-the top of this thing is so heavy, the requirements for the gun and the user are a bit high. ."

"It's okay, just more training. In terms of our natural strength, it is easy to pick up this halberd. For stability, you can leave a few holes in the position where the head of the halberd and the wooden pole meet, and use rivets to reinforce it. ."

Painhurs worked hard to explain the advantages of this new weapon.

"Look, the slender wooden handle and the sharp tip of the gun can counteract the charge of the cavalry, and it can also be used as a spear to launch a charge. After getting into close hand-to-hand combat, this thing can also be used as a long-handled axe or a long-handled warhammer for hacking. When facing a lightly armored enemy, use the sharp axe blade on the left, and when facing the heavy armored elite in chain mail, use the heavy warhammer on the right to smash the armor."

"Is the name [Ji]? It sounds good." Kaul took a deep breath and began to complain and complain.

"But, acting chief, you first let us build docks, ports, boats, and other churches for those humans. Forget it, after all, those two-legged beasts will grill a lot of delicious fish and shrimp for us to eat. Look For the goodness of that thing, I can bear it."

"But, you asked me to build a crossbow, and you want me to build a javelin, and you have to follow the standards of the Roman Cantos for riding a lance, and strive for everyone to have a riding lance, not to mention the chain mail and arrow clusters. The needs of the dead...We are so busy with the work at hand, and now we are going to build this ghost thing called [halberd]? Do you really think we are tool people who don't eat or sleep?"

"I will improve the treatment of the blacksmith industry, and recruit a large number of new apprentices for your elderly." Painhurs scratched his head in embarrassment. "In this way, you first complete the construction of the Gothic home, and then give priority to building the halberd. Riding a spear, a crossbow, or throwing a spear can be delayed for a while."

"Fortunately for wood, there is a big forest to the west. However, our iron ore raw materials are not enough." Kaur spread his hands, saying that it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

"This one······"

Painhurs scratched his head. Although Tiefengbao can dig out and forge a large amount of iron ore every day, the huge vein is controlled by nine clans. Only part of it is distributed to various clans for free, and the rest are forged into weapons and armor directly inside the fortress. The remaining little iron ore is also used as a commodity, and the higher price will get it.

In order to stabilize the soldiers, all the surplus livestock went out. There was no money, so poor and desperate.

"What will you do when you are short of materials?" The white white horse suddenly said.

"Pillaging the things of other monster clans. The weak are not worthy of wealth. The only law on the grassland is absolute power." Kaul put on an indifferent look, and continued to swing the hammer in his hand to forge the sharp tip of the gun. .

"We signed a peace agreement with the werewolves to the west, and we can't attack those guys for the time being. The monster clans scattered on the grassland are poor, and it's hard to get oil and water if you fight with them..." Painhurs unfolded a map of Gretinian and gradually moved his eyes of poverty from the west to the Kerch Peninsula in the east.

"According to the information of the Tasmar tribe, when the Gothic Kingdom collapsed, this place was occupied by a huge Waaagh. And the northeast corner was an elven city-state named [Panticapeng], which was ruled by elves. For countless years, it is said that the history of the city can even be traced back to the age of the ancient elves... Guess how many treasures are hoarded in the city with those pointed ears? That group of green skins are on the ruins of Gothic, How much gold and silver have been plundered? And how much benefit can we gain in the war between the elves and the greenskins?"

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: The Spear of Thunder

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The first brilliant and brilliant golden morning light in the morning pierced the white camp, and spread her bright and moving warm light on the solemn, cold face of Chief Thunderpike.

Even on the trail of a deep sleep, Sandra is abnormally strong, with six limbs and hundreds of skeletons, densely piled with countless rock-like muscles, still wearing heavy steel armor, callused hands, holding a sharp shot. The spear, even in peacetime, she still keeps a standing sleeping position. The small nose, if it were not for breathing, would produce a slight tremor, Chief Thunderpike, was like a lifelike statue of flesh and blood.

Feeling a slight change in the outside light, Sandra slowly opened a pair of merciless gray eyes. After moving some stiff hooves, she slowly pulled out a trombone made of horns, which was penetrated by a terrible scar. His red lips took a deep breath, letting the high-pitched and stern horn sound resounded through the entire Skerritt's brilliance.

"AlanNure Sandra!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of horns resounding in the sky, also in peacetime, standing and sleeping, the Thunder Spears, who did not take off their heavy armor and did not let go of their sharp blades, quickly opened their eyes and rushed out of the tent at the fastest speed. , Under the idol of Skerrit, lined up in countless rows in neat rows, and started a new day of morning exercises. The uniform sound of battle roar echoed back and forth inside the fortress.

"What happened! The assembled horns? An enemy came over???"

The sky-shaking battle roar awakened Christina from her sweet sleep. The naked rouge horse hurriedly stood up from Painhus's cold embrace, and her white and slender arms passed through herself like a blood-colored waterfall. With long and touching crimson hair, he grabbed a piece of animal skin clothing and draped it casually on his delicate body.

"Ah...Don't panic, it's okay, it's okay." The pale white horse, who was also awakened by the battle roar, got up from the bed helplessly, and gently wrapped her arms around the white shoulders of the bloody chief. He put his arms back into his generous embrace, and slowly calmed the scared rouge horse in his arms with a slender and sultry body.

"I forgot to tell you yesterday, the Stormpike clan next door...well, they have to train every morning."

"Oh my god, the sun just showed up...this point, training camp? Did not let people sleep???"

Christina's mouth grew in surprise. The acting chief can clearly feel that the body temperature of the beauty in his arms is rising at an incredible speed, and the white and delicate skin is like ice and snow, gradually turning into a beautiful and moving rouge color-this is the bloody chief emotionally excited The performance, whether on the battlefield or on the bed. If you mess with her at this time, you will get a bloodthirsty and fearless in a state of bloody rage.

Because of their dark vision, Sagittarius and horses are not like humans in ancient times, where the sun rises and the sunset ceases. The work and rest time of individual tribesmen is even reversed day and night. They will look for the nests of beasts or monsters in the afternoon, and then go hunting carefully in the early morning when the prey is asleep.

However, these people were tired for a day, and just lay down and fell asleep, they heard the thundering pike clan's training sound...

Christina got up from the bed with a ugly expression, picked it up, and put on the armor clothes scattered all over the place-it's been a long time since I saw Painhes, playing a bit crazy last night.

A pair of magnificent snow-white peaks, accompanied by the curvy waist of the Bloodrage Chief, shook out bursts of dazzling milky white arcs. The rouge horse first put on a comfortable animal skin coat, and then put on a chain jersey made of thousands of hoops and densely woven. Finally, outside of the six limbs and hundreds of skeletons, the pale gold leather armor made up of Chimera's three skulls and complete fur was put on.

Since the Chief Bloodfury was stabbed through the chest by Alpharis, she also carefully put on the heavy but strong iron armor.

"By the way, Christina. As you know, I have not been influenced by centaur culture since I was a child. In the past few months, I probably understand how to deal with the thorns of the same clan-but, against the chiefs of other clans... ·I'm a little bit unsure about this. After all, everyone is guarding the North Land together, and at least it's a matter of face. It's not easy to fall out.

From the carpet, Painhurs picked up a sheepskin coat that was as pale as his hair, tied it with a tough belt wrapped around four or five spells, and put it back around his waist.

"So, you put up with that muscle sister is so expensive for so many days? Kuronia is right. You think like a human or an elf."

Christina rolled her eyes amused, grabbed a two-handed giant axe thirsty for blood, and angrily walked towards Thunder Spear's site.

"Have you not noticed? You promulgated a series of strange laws that have never been heard before, what household registration system, three prohibitions... The reason why you were accepted by the soldiers obediently is because you killed their former leader? : Holy fire Ka'an, my dear.

Regardless of whether it is unified by the same clan, people, or even for all beings living on the grassland, power is the law, and victory is the truth. "

"understood."

Painhurs nodded thoughtfully. Gather two hundred people who were also awakened by the battle cry, heavy armor and fearless in iron riding gear, carrying a two-handed giant axe, and surrounded by Christina, whose skin was showing rouge, and walked towards the idol of Skerritt.

They pushed through rows of well-trained Stormpike soldiers, and gradually approached the burly Sandra Sister Gui.

"Stop them!"

Seeing a group of menacing men and horses destroying the sacred and inviolable morning exercise traditions of his clan, Sandra raised his spear high, and thousands of Stormpike soldiers rushed to the center without hesitation, and instantly lay between the two chiefs. . A sharp spear, like a dense forest of steel, rushes straight into the sky.

"What's the matter, Chief Christina?" Muscle sister Gui asked a little annoyed.

"Chief Sandra, can you move the training time back a bit? Everyone is sleeping at this time. You disturb your dreams like this, okay?" Rouge Lima rubbed the handle of the axe in his hand and looked around vigilantly. Stormpike soldiers around.

"Shield Wall!!!"

Chief Thunderpike didn't answer, and waved his hand. The same muscular flag-holder beside her immediately raised a fierce flag embroidered with black clouds and thunder.

After hearing the order, three thousand well-trained Thunder Spear soldiers, like robots that absolutely follow the procedures, quickly connected into a tightly ordered shield wall, and from the "V" gap between the shields, a handle was protruded. The handle reflects the sharp spear of the golden morning light. Surrounded by the blood and angry people. The speed of the change is jaw-dropping.

"Do you want to provoke a civil war? Sandra!" Two Hundred Armored Fearless immediately took a fighting stance, and crowded the chief in the center of safety. Pain Hess immediately opened an invisible mage armor, and Christina also took out a heavily wound crossbow, sharp clusters of arrows, and pointed directly at Sandra's head.

"Take a bow! Full string!"

The Chief Stormpike continued to give orders without asking. Her soldiers, like Sandra's flesh and blood body, unconditionally implemented the chief's words. There was no confusion or confusion in their pupils, and the arrows pointed directly at the chiefs of other tribes. At that time, there was no trace of fear or fear.

Unexpectedly, the pale white horse, who had not expected the situation to deteriorate to this level, quickly made Magnus invisible and mobilized the bloodrage army. While bending the bow to set up the arrows, he grabbed the ultra-small target ornaments tied to the composite longbow, and prepared to use the [Premier] to kill the opponent's chief.

"Stop! Close the strings! Let go."

Chief Stormpike waved his hand calmly, and the Stormpike Centaur carefully retracted the bowstring drawn into the full moon, and scatter it to the sides with good training, standing on both sides like solemn statues, giving out one to the bloody compatriots. Departure route. The movements were neatly organized to a degree of horror, as if more than three thousand people were driven by the same soul and the same thought.

"Look, Chief Christina! This is the tribe I am proud of! The army I am proud of! They obey my orders! As long as I give an order, even if I let them jump into the sea, logarithm Enemies ten times their own launch a death charge, or even kill the descendants of God's choice, these soldiers will not have the slightest hesitation!"

Sandra raised the spear in her hand bravely and said arrogantly. "They obeyed my orders, just like this spear, obeyed my arm! This is the glory accumulated by the Stormpike clan for a hundred years! I have to say that your opponents are too lenient, whether it is Toria, Or you, you are all too kind! Envy? Chief Christina, want your undisciplined robbers and robbers to become as well-trained as Stormpike soldiers. Can we start with morning exercises? ."

"I have to admit that your remarks are very convincing." Rouge Liema slowly recovered his calm from the vast formation of the other party. "But, forgive me, I can only see endless [sorrow] in the pupils of your people."

"Walk slowly, don't send it, we have to continue to practice."

Hearing the words of blood rage's refusal, Sandra shrugged indifferently, turned her burly and sturdy body, and continued to train the soldiers around her.

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After the dispute with the Stormpike clan ended, the two jointly dealt with the clan's internal affairs. Accompanied by the slowly extinguishing flames of war between the centaurs and the werewolves, the satyr and trolls who were ordered by Horus also withdrew to the west. The scale of other monster clans cannot pose a threat to the coalition forces of Bloodfury and Thunder Spear. Every day, there are primitive totem flags, trampled by thousands of horseshoes into the dirty mud.

First of all, send a small team of elite and fearless to go south to Tiefeng Fort, amidst the lofty mountains. Make sure that the iron ore belonging to the Bloodfury clan will not be forged by the centaur artisans, and the raw materials will be sent directly to the casting area of ​​the Glory of Skerrit.

Secondly, let the Gothic Thousand Households: Asana pick a few eloquent humans and go east along the coastline to the High Elf City-State: Panticapone to see the situation, and then decide the next step of the clan's deployment to the east.

Next, deal with the villages and fields near the Glory of Skerritt. The reason why the Wildhoof clan is good at using two-handed weapons is that they are better at farming than nomads. Rakes and iron plows are used to swinging. Picking up the plow, the efficiency of farming is even higher than that of ordinary cattle and horses

Although the Barbarian hoof tribes are very, very bad at shooting arrows, their terrifying brute force in close combat is enough to suppress other tribesmen.

Although due to the troubled times, the winter wheat planted by the Goths this year was almost half destroyed by the war, but if the remaining half of the winter wheat is taken care of, it will also be a considerable amount of food income at the end of the spring next year.

Finally, it was discussed how to deal with the hard bones of Thunder Spear. The training level of the army was really terrible. The white horse even considered borrowing the hands of Herniwell and Magnus for an assassination operation...

"Chief! Chief! It's not good!"

Suddenly, a man and horse dripping with blood, supported by two high-level druids, staggered towards the two chiefs. He seemed to be hit by a ram, and his entire abdomen, as well as the small half of his chest cavity, was sunken inward. Between his lips and teeth, he kept coughing up blood mixed with visceral debris. The huge horse body also left three huge claw marks with flesh and blood turned out.

What's more terrifying is that this guy with six limbs and hundreds of skeletons seems to be eroded by some terrible poison, and his hair is falling down like withered leaves.

The bare skin, covered with dense herpes, disgusting pus, mixed with the red blood, tick, tick to fall to the ground. When the nearby people saw this, their expressions changed drastically, except for the druid who was not afraid of toxins, and hurriedly ran away.

"Which one hundred households do you belong to? What happened? How could you get hurt like this?"

With the witchcraft crown and the ability to be immune to toxins, Painhurs walked forward in shock, observing the opponent's injury, and frowned solemnly.

"I...I'm a craftsman under Kaul Baihu. Follow your orders to go to the western forests, cut down trees, build harbors for those humans, boats... There is no problem, but today everyone went a little deeper and was attacked by a huge monster!"

PS: This new monster has the same name as a certain original body, guess the type and name, double update tomorrow (manual funny)