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Chapter 156: Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God
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A scarlet bifurcated poisonous tongue dripping with poisonous mucus, quietly peeking out of Motaliana's faintly poisonous fierce dragon kiss, hissing in the air. The dragon is using another method to detect the existence of its prey. In order to cover the gloomy shadow of the dragon, which shielded itself from the sky, in front of the two horses.
"Go through the rift and run eastward, don't hesitate!"
Painhurs quickly took out a small piece of tulle wrapped in smoke and dust from the package, and injected all the arcane energy flowing in the blood into it. Pieces of tiny smoke and dust actually shone in a beautiful blue brilliance, and the tulle also turned into a light breeze, drawing those blue particles into the air.
The pale white horse held Christina's shoulder and blew it gently. Numerous blue smoke and dust flew, jumped, and rotated, covering the six-limbed carcass of the rouge horse, letting her body and weapons The armor turned into an ethereal breeze.
Watching the blood-rage chief, who turned into gas, easily passed through the gap between the vines and branches, and escaped from the cage of trees, Painhurs hurriedly grabbed the second piece of mist wrapped in smoke and dust, trying to change himself into The ethereal form of gas.
However, before his right hand reached into the package carrying the incident, Motarian had already locked his position. Thousands of vines full of snow and green flowers, like deadly poisonous snakes, coiled around him. Six limbs and a hundred skeletons.
The pale white horse cast a glance at the vine under his hoof in disdain. Isn't it the Druid's [Entangling Technique]? A few months ago, I could easily break away from this link of magic.
Thinking of this, Painhurs tensed the muscles of his body, tried to break free from the green shackles on his body by relying on the natural strange power of the horses and horses, got the casting items, and hurriedly ran away-but the seemingly fragile vines are just like steel. Don't move!
"Why aren't you moving? Come out!" Outside the cage, Christina, who was re-entered into an entity, made an anxious voice. In her eyes, the white horse was inexplicably frozen in place, unable to move—those were like steel. The indestructible vines are all illusions planted by the green dragon!
This is not [Entangling Technique], but a more profound [Monster Hold Technique].
"Roar--"
Motalian straightened up his huge body and let out a low irritable growl. The slender dragon tail protruded out of the cage. From the inside of the lush canopy, he rolled up a sluggish wooden elf, who was in the green dragon's deterrent. Next, the stupid chant sang the sacred mantra, letting a golden sacred brilliance drive away the shadow of death that enveloped the pupils.
"It's useful to keep a pastor in captivity. I decided to eliminate you from dinner."
The green dragon opened his pupils that regained light, and looked at the beautiful scenery of the forest of flowers with satisfaction, the two black holes on the leather board on the side of his brain, and listened to the sound of the breeze blowing over the green leaves.
Enough enjoyment, Motarian lowered his huge head and golden vertical pupils, like a mirror exuding infinite malice, reflecting on the other side of the cage, the rouge horse, panicked and anxious.
"Congratulations, red mare! You ant escaped from my cage and regained sweet freedom. As a reward, I allow you to be outside, holding the green shackles, and witnessing a noble green dragon, yes How to corrupt and control your...spouse."
Looking at Christina's almost desperate glamorous face, Mortarian narrowed his eyes intoxicated, as if he had gained great joy from the pain of others, and made waves of arrogant ridicule. The forked poisonous tongue squirmed quietly in the poisonous dragon kiss, and whispered a profanity in Painhurs' ear.
"No! No! No!!!"
Christina waved the axe in her hand in despair, slashing the cage of trees crazily, wherever the sharp axe blade went, the weak vines were torn apart, and even the hard old wood was chopped out by the rouge horse. crack. However, the green dragon enjoys the process of playing with the enemy, and between the two, more thorns and ancient trees breed
The violent time has long passed, but the bloody chieftain still uses the cost of his life to maintain the bloody anger until he died. His breathing became more and more disordered, and his two hearts were beating with high intensity, and they also uttered an overwhelming wailing sound. The delicate skin of rouge color, not sweat, but a drop of sticky blood.
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"Look at the good things your believers have done! Our careful plan was almost completely destroyed by the dragon!"
"Then change a chess piece. The crown we cast together has changed hands several times, Cyrus, Tommyris...he is not the first, and he will not be the last. But the most important thing is , My believer is happy."
"Throw him a blessing. Let him accept our deal in despair. This is one of the simplest and most effective means."
"The distance we are from that world can no longer be described as [far]! If I can bless the creatures in that world at will, how can I need such a complicated and thoughtful plan?"
"Forget it, you are just a bunch of trash! You still have to look at me at a critical time! As early as a few years ago, I spent several years at a very high price, blessing her blood, but that guy has always thought about it. Resist. Now is the time..."
The whispers in the void gradually dissipated. Christina once again raised her two-handed battle axe high above her head. Suddenly, she was in a trance and saw a bloody phantom. The corpses of thousands of horses and goblins dyed the silver-covered winter night into a shocking face of blood and a blood-colored skull banner. Under the siege of hundreds of hobgoblins and countless goblin cannon fodder, they were crumbling.
The clansmen suffered heavy casualties, and the bloody chieftain of the year also fell in a round of javelin shots. At this moment, a carmine pony that was underage, gathered the remaining clansmen, and launched a desperate counterattack.
Christina recognized the immature face, which was the appearance of her mother when she was young-although it was a little green, it was burning with anger, but she always maintained a calm and determined gaze, but it never changed.
The bloody rage that caused Fang Xiu to die-that was a blessing and a cursed soaring blood mist, burning in this world for the first time. The young Anna wields a giant axe that does not match her size. Behind her is a pouring rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun, flanked by heavy armors who sacrificed their lives to protect each other.
She is like a naive god of death, facing the hobgoblin war gang that is waiting for her!
The people and horses fight to the death, the crazy roar of battle, the rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun, the screaming screams, the unbelievable goblins, the screams of fear mixed together, and soaring into the sky!
The sharp axe that burned with bloody fury cut off the ugly heads of hobgoblins one after another. Every time an enemy was killed, the wound on Anna's body would disappear, and the power of swinging the giant axe would increase by another point. ! The blood smeared her whole body like hell!
In the end, when Anna trampled on thousands of corpses, holding a blood-colored banner full of head in her left hand, and waving a giant axe in her right hand that is difficult for ordinary people to control, when she rushed to the enemy chief, the monster in heavy armor had already In terror and despair, the young figure scared my heart!
The remaining horses and horses knelt under her hooves in fear, respecting this immature female as the new chief.
"Look, Christina, this is the power that your mother once possessed. Skerritt has long since fallen, and your race has lost its protection from the gods, but it is still praying uselessly towards a corpse. Come on, give up yours. Ridiculous faith, turn around and embrace my endless glory."
The terrifying sound effect full of bloody killing intent rang back and forth in the ears of the rouge horse.
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"boom!!!"
Mortalian squinted his eyes in surprise. Corrupting others is a long and boring process. In order to pass this time, he took the incompetent rage rouge horse as a good pastime.
Just as the green-scaled dragon was still wondering, why Christina raised the giant axe for the 64th time, but did not fall. Suddenly, a denser bloody mist erupted with the bloody chieftain as the core! The sharp axe entwined with thousands of blood and smoke drew a blood-colored arc in the air, cutting out a huge gap in his green prison!
PS: Christina's character card began to be modified, except for the protagonist, when everyone has special changes, I will modify their character card.
Chapter 157: Skull Offerings
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"Grab her." Deep in Mortarian's throat, he let out a scornful growl. He was corrupting and controlling the thinking of the pale white horse. He could not spare any extra energy to deal with the red mare, so he had to order The fourteen wood elves, who were constantly playing background music, took out the weapons behind them.
Hmm-entertainment to kill time has changed from tragedy to drama.
The classical elven music came to an abrupt end, and the seven wood elves took out the short bows behind them, and the clusters of arrows cast from the teeth of predators pointed directly at the blood-colored horses and horses in the distance.
The other seven sturdy elves rushed to Christina's direction dullly, their calloused hands, playing with a pair of slender, sharp monster fangs.
The rouge horse running wildly lowered its head slightly to protect its fragile neck and face. With the double armor on its body, it hardly received the first round of arrow rain of bones. These primitive and crude killing tools seem to have a terrifying power that is inconsistent with their crude craftsmanship.
Two sharp arrows whizzed over the top of the lioness's head, two sharp arrows hit the sparkling sparks on the iron-forged chain mail shirt on the chest, and the last three sharp arrows shot through the golden Chimera After her fur, it became the end of the crossbow, barely piercing her rouge arms.
"Three people on the front and two on each side."
Christina looked around at the elves around her, her twin pupils as bright and beautiful as rubies, flashing with endless bloodthirsty intent, her right hand drew out a heavy crossbow that was wound and a sharp arrow at lightning speed. Mang, pointed directly at the enemy's dull face.
A heavy crossbow arrow pierced straight through the wood elf's forehead, red blood. Mixed with sticky brains, wrapped in large and small fragments of flesh and blood, two fleeting and poignant waves bloom in the air.
With a hit, the Bloodwrath Chief quickly retracted the heavy crossbow that Painhurs had personally improved. She saw her slender and beautiful four hooves, slamming on the ground, and her elegant rouge body, instantly rushing into the high sky, just like A blood-colored meteor smashed at the elf in front of him fiercely, making his dark and hard horseshoe appear bigger and bigger in the eyes of the green dragon puppet!
When diving, the raging wind whizzed through the broken holes in the three skulls of Chimera, and the densely packed tiny cracks in the wing membrane, like a hundred female demons, and at the same time uttered a horrible and terrible wailing in the air! The terrifying storm, by the way, raised the pair of pale golden fleshy wings high, as if she really had a pair of huge pale golden bat wings.
"Puff--"
Christina fell heavily on top of the elf's head. The fragile cervical vertebrae couldn't withstand the two thousand-pound mare. The terrifying pressure from the sky was instantly trampled by the blood-rage chief into countless fragments!
After losing the support of her cervical spine, that beautiful head with a sluggish expression was stepped alive by horseshoes into her own body, propping up a large mountain on the flat and thin chest of the elf. Countless groups of brilliant and dazzling blood sprays also smeared the pale golden Chimera leather armor into a terrifying scarlet face.
Christina, bathed in blood, became more beautiful and crazy. She trampled on the enemy's corpse and let out a wild laugh! The heavy axe blade drew a mysterious blood-colored arc in the air, accurately cutting down the first level of the last elf.
In an instant, the three wood elves facing the enemy were all fallen into a pool of scarlet blood. The rouge horse protected her face and neck, and then hardened the second wave of arrows from afar-regardless of these arrow wounds that were not fatal at her roots, she immediately swung the giant axe in her hand and killed the elves on both wings!
"boom!"
Seeing the crimson demon, he raised the crimson battle axe drinking blood in his hands high, and the wood elf on the right wing raised two half-foot-long monster fangs high, trying to block the swift hacking. Even if he was corrupted and enslaved by the green dragon, his dull pupils with a smear of rouge and blood were reflected, and ripples called "fear" appeared.
The axe blade entwined with thousands of blood mists instantly shredded the bony blade and fell heavily on the shoulders of the predator. Christina's wrist was slightly deflected, and another beautiful head, leaving her forever as graceful and slender as a swan, The white neck that is constantly gushing blood.
"Pouch."
The second wood elf, riding in the gap between the horses and horses, and using a pair of wild beast fangs, tore and penetrate the arms of the bloodrage chief, rounded back to the predator on the left, and hurried to behind Christina. Raising the sharp blade in his hand, the archer in the distance sent the third round of sharp arrow clusters into the flesh and blood of the rouge horse.
"Roar!!!"
The pain caused Rouge Liema to become more and more mad. She moved her body's center of gravity forward, wearing Chimera leather armor, and the forehead of the lioness's skull slammed on the towering bridge of the elf's nose. Forced back the enemy in front of him.
At the same time, the two hind hooves that slowly turned into black faces suddenly curled up into the belly of the horse, and popped out like a siege hammer! Directly on the flat chest of an elf, smashed two huge depressions! The unlucky boy crossed a stern line of blood in the air and fell heavily on the trunk of an ancient tree.
Thousands of young leaves, under this violent impact, broke away from the brown treetops, like a heavy green snow, spinning their light body in the air, slowly descending, covering his lifeless bones, bury.
With the death of the elf, the scars on Christina's arm are also healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"No!!!" Motarian let out an angry growl.
If the lively mung bean sprout is a carefully cooked live fish sashimi, then it turns into a carcass, a stale wood spirit, and the taste is like looking up at the starry sky of a certain country. The texture of the taste is nothing short of amazing!
I deliberately enslaved and raised a whole village of wood elves in captivity, forcing them to keep reproducing in order to get a steady stream of delicious meals, but now that damn mare killed so many in one breath?
Every wood spirit is his most precious possession!
Thousands of flowers and clusters of thorns and vines really tied the pale white horse this time. After ensuring that the prey in hand would not escape, the angry green scale evil dragon, with the shadow of extinction, personally joined the battlefield. The sharp claws dripping with venom, like a giant python choosing someone to eat, collided with the giant axe wrapped in the scarlet blood mist for the second time!
However, this time, Christina, who had obtained the grace, was not repelled by the dragon's brute force. The sharp axe blade rubbed the bone-white claws, and continued to slash downwards, smashing Motarian's fingers The scales are deeply submerged in his flesh and blood.
However, this small wound is not worth mentioning for the huge size of the adult dragon. The injured left paw of the green dragon suddenly clenched, like a strong iron tongs, firmly grasping the human body of the rouge horse, and the right paw aimed at the four hooves of the bloodrage chief, wiping the ground and swiping her directly. The half-man, half-horse body, knocked to the ground.
Two slender and burly dragon claws, combined with the strength and weight of an adult dragon, firmly restrained Christina's six limbs. Just like a huge brown bear, pressing a newborn lamb tightly in the sea of snow-blue flowers.
"This is the limit of your grace? Please, you are all usable pawns at the moment, don't force me to play assassins." Motarian laughed at the overwhelming mare. Suddenly, a familiar arcane wave came from behind his voice. The green dragon bends his slender neck—a dark shadow, strikingly reflected in his evil vertical pupils.
Herniwell did not escape through any door. Instead, he teleported himself to another corner of the emerald cage. While Motarian, who was deaf and blind, hadn't healed yet, cast a spell to hide his figure, quietly waiting for the opportunity. Among the beautiful lavender eyes, the once round pupils are now as narrow and sharp as snake pupils.
The thorns and vines lost their former vitality under the wave of arcane arts, and fell down one after another. A pale white horse with a golden crown on its head, freed from the double shackles of the dragon, and two terrifying scarlet tentacles sprang out. He touched Painhurs's shoulders, facing Mortarian, flaring his teeth and claws.
Chapter 158: Unexpected Reinforcement
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There seemed to be something wrong with Herniwell's situation, dripping sweat wet her toe-long silver hair. She bit her red lips tightly, seeming to be suffering from great pain, her graceful body seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, her bones crackling, and the lavender vertical pupils also gleamed with a strange light.
Accompanied by bursts of arcane waves that are rich to the extreme. The blood-spraying sex of the female warlock became taller and taller, and the woolen sweater she was supporting was lifted up, cracking and cracking, revealing her smooth and delicate waist. A pair of dark and round thighs have also become more slender and slender.
The drow, who was originally only a pale white horse with a high chest, had already touched Painhurs's neck in a blink of an eye. The pitch-black scales glowing with a deep purple color, quickly climbed up Henriweier's arm, and disappeared again in a blink of an eye.
"Since Ptolemy, my blood has been diluted for generations, and the blood of the deep dragon flowing in my body is already insignificant. However, after several years of hard work, I managed to wake it up. "
Having broken free from the shackles of blood, Herniwell, who was full of arcane energy, gently raised her dark and delicate chin.
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't stay here to save my students. Anyway, I can't go back to Egypt. If I want to be happy in a human society, I must have you covered.
Suppose you are both folded here, then the already turbulent Bloodfury clan. The changes will fall apart in an instant, and then be annexed by other clans. In this way, my good days will come to an end-understand, everything I do is for myself. "
"Well, well, I see, dear teacher." Painhurs raised his mouth slightly, spitting out the creepy language of purgatory that Motarian could not understand. "Use the second plan."
"call--"
A dragon's tail covered with emerald green scales, under the force of wind pressure, wrapped in broken snow petals, whizzed towards the two warlocks, and in front of them, on the invisible invisible force field, a horror was drawn out. Rift.
Herniwell's dark and long hands were suddenly covered by a layer of black scales shimmering with dark purple, blocking Painhurs's side. While the mage's armor was shattered, he just resisted this fierce and unparalleled flick!
Although the two were swept away by the dragon, they were not seriously injured. The two ghostly tentacles entwined with the crimson blood mist took the opportunity to entangle the green ferocious whip, ignoring the heavy armor, blood-colored siphon claws, deep into the dragon's tail, greedily sucking on Mortarian's. flesh,
The pale white horse, who first fell to the ground and served as a drow pad, recovered from the bruise on his body almost instantly.
The green scale evil dragon's plan is very pure. He was a child and was just expelled from the dragon's nest. When he was young and energetic, he took a group of Germanic war gangs and looted everywhere along the Danube, but he was finally caught by the First Maxi. The Mian army gave a solid beating.
Although he escaped by chance under the protection of his loving father, in the course of the battle, he probably, seemed, or perhaps took a breath of dragon, corroded the only son of a nobleman who was gilded in the army, and turned it into a dense white bone. The family is married.
The bereaved human beings spared no expense and hired a large number of adventurers, foreign mercenaries, and even red-robed mages to keep tracking his figure, and Motarian, who had been thrown away, kept fleeing into the depths of the Caohai. Finally arrived at this warm peninsula.
As the true master of Gredingenian's darkness, the green scale evil dragon with the shadow of his childhood was afraid of being found by those red robes again. Therefore, he controls the local Corruption Lizardmen, guards and hides his dragon nest.
However, those guys are poorly equipped and have primitive consciousness. In several battles, the humans who went south were defeated, and even expelled from the peninsula. At that time, the Gothic Kingdom was led by two legends. The wolf howled to the sky, and the spear was like a forest. In the army, there are even some familiar figures who hold up the double-ringed cross and spread the doctrine.
As a giant dragon, Motarian couldn't distinguish the subtle differences between races. He thought those damn red robes came to him to settle accounts. For a while, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he had to secretly search for new puppets and hide them. Defend his dragon's nest.
And the best choice in his mind is currently galloping in Gredinian. These two men and horses can't die, but the dark-skinned elf...just do it at will.
Thinking of this, Mottarian's vertical pupils filled with hatred stared at the mare under the claws. All of a sudden, Christina felt like she had fallen into the deep sea that even the sun could not touch. The salty water filled her lungs. The heavy water pressure made her unable to move a finger and scarlet pupils. All you can see is pitch black.
"Coming back to save people? It's a noble move. As a predatory man and horse, and an innocent drow, your two actions are beyond my expectation." The green dragon pushed the rouge horse that stayed in place. Putting the controlled Bloodfury Chief in a conspicuous position, the sharp dragon claws gently stopped at the tip of her towering nose.
Although it can be grabbed and moved, grabbing a man and horse weighing a ton is really time-consuming and laborious.
"The life and death of your spouse depends on your answer, the pale horse. My promise is still valid. To become my slave, I will give you the power to defeat the Jinlu clan. Otherwise, this carmine ant will In front of you, drain the last drop of blood in her body."
Mortarian arrogantly looked down at the warlock in front of him, looking forward to what choice the other party would make.
"I thought the dragon was a glorious creature, and you would be too despicable to do this!" Painhurs drew out the sharp axe on his side angrily, but was worried about the safety of his lover and did not dare to step forward. Every pale hair on and off his body was shaking gently.
This green dragon occupies the absolute upper hand. Compared with the two warlocks, it has an overwhelming power. However, Motarian chose to do things that only desperate robbers would do?
"Don't answer questions with questions."
Mottarian's venom-drenched claws made a shallow blood mark on Christina's left hand. The flesh and blood around the crack was eroded into dark green carrion at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Answer me a question, and I agree, how about it?"
The pale white horse dropped the sharp axe in his hand, raised his hands, and motioned for his defenselessness. Put on a surrender posture.
"tell me the story."
The green scale evil dragon came with interest and motioned to the other party to continue talking.
"After we entered the forest, you saw every move and every move. Then, why didn't you see the Hellhound I summoned, and what did you do during this period of time? Could it be that you can't have two minds in the fight? use?"
Motarian widened his golden vertical pupils in shock. He was immersed in this interesting game, and indeed forgot to monitor the forest. The beast covered in fire ignited his lovely garden. The scattered people and horses, relying on scarlet firelight and dark smoke, are right. Crazy gathering here!
No, what's the matter with the number of people? They should only have four horses! And those little birds that can only count to eight, tremblingly tell themselves, the number of men and horses is too much to count?
"AlanNure Sandra!!!"
Hundreds of burly horseshoes that tightened their muscles briskly passed over the thorns in the forest. Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, they shot a dense wave of iron feather arrows at the green dragon, on the emerald green scales. Above, clinking.
Under the leadership of Chief Sandra, the Thunderpike men and horses, all muscular, piled up like a hill, rushed out of the forest. These well-trained fighters are like killing machines that do not know of fear. No one is affected by the terrifying dragon power of Motarian.
The druids tore open the green prison, so that a team of heavy armor, armed with elite lances, under the cover of the sky with arrows and javelins, launched a fatal charge towards Mortarian!
"I know that everybody sees each other as unpleasant and unpleasant to get along with each other. Customs and customs are even different. Let our fighters get tense under all kinds of frictions-even so, blood rage, thunder spear. , We are still brothers and sisters fighting side by side for the same goal."
Chief Sandra, dressed in iron armor, smiled friendly at Pain Hess.
"May the kingdom we forged together last forever."
Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Nine: Doubts
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An impeccable arcane pulse, gathered at Herniwell's dark fingertips, traversed the dark dense forest like a meteor, and accurately shot the body of the rouge horse through Motarian's fingers, releasing it. The magic of the green scale evil dragon.
At the same time, a ghost bone claw that was constructed from arcane arts and exuded a faint fluorescence, also squirmed its slender and abominable body, gently touched the shoulders of the Chief Bloodwrath, making her rouge body full of blood, transforming into A crimson breeze escaped the suppression of the dragon's claws.
"Covering the Bloodfury Chief!"
Sandra roared forward and galloped forward. With the help of horse speed, he threw a azure spear at the green dragon. At the moment when it left his hand, it turned into a beam of sparks with a deafening thunder. The purple electric current hit Motarian's right paw precisely.
The moment the current collided with the dragon's claws, it quickly collapsed and disintegrated into thousands of tiny thunders, winding around the countless emerald green dragon scales, crackling.
"Roar!!!"
Motarian let out an angry roar, more and more arrows and javelins used his carefully maintained scales. A small group of soldiers who were not afraid of death even raised their spears to raise their speed to the peak! Hit his hind paws hard.
The one-ton behemoth released all the horror produced by its own Mercedes-Benz on the sharp tip of the gun, and instantly pierced the solid green scales. With a successful blow, the Thunder Spear warrior threw away the broken barrel, screamed and drew the long sword from his waist, and with the support of the arrow rain, left many white marks on the dragon scales.
The green scale evil dragon twisted his huge body and let out a manic roar. Magnus, the reinforcements called by the little devil are far more than that! The predator draped in eagle feathers discovered the village of the wood elves in the depths of the sea of flowers and sent a second signal!
These ants knew that they could monitor the entire forest, so they deliberately plundered and swept their own farms, forcing themselves to give back!
Wait, and there is abnormal sand and dust on the grassland, along with the trembling earth, some huge and ugly hill giants, and with two waves of horses and horses, they ran to the edge of the forest!
Although Motarian was strong, he was not sure about defeating so many ants at the same time. Otherwise, he would have attacked the Glory of Skerrit long ago, corrupting the residents there. Instead of acting as a beast, sneak attacking loggers, using centaur hunting traditions to lure several chiefs into traps.
"We will see each other again-at that time, you will crawl under my claws, crying for my strength, I swear, pale horse."
The ancient trees and thorns everywhere came back to life again, turning into a huge wall that opened up to the sky, separating the green dragon from the horses and men. The canopy of the sky covering the sky and the emerald green dragon scales merged into one, almost indistinguishable. The last thing Painhurs saw was Mortalian, the malicious golden vertical pupil.
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Under the cover of the giant hills, the men and horses quickly withdrew to the Glory of Skerrit and immediately increased the castle's defenses by several times. Numerous elite bows kept their hands and stared at the western sky vigilantly. The chiefs of the three tribes held a secret meeting in a hidden corner.
"You mean... that green dragon, knows our most hidden secret?" Chief Sandra, whose muscles were almost piled up into a hill, filled a bowl of beans with his skull, burly hands, skillful Of rubbing the skin of soybeans.
"Yes, Chief Sandra, you are not present, and you don't know the horror at the time-the green dragon directly recognized the two clan chieftains, and even knew the prophecies passed down from generation to generation by the Withered Bones clan! As if that terrifying monster, has been Lurking among us! Abhors...your withered bone druid will be corrupted and controlled by the dragon, just like those wood elves."
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! When my clan moved south, they didn't even pass through this forest! It is impossible for them to be controlled by a green dragon!" The Chief Withered Bone denied, tangledly scratching his light blue hair. The strength was so great that he even scratched his scalp, and the red blood dripped slowly along his delicate face.
"Ah, you mean that pale steed, a sign of being crowned king? The descendants of God took this prophecy as a capital to show off and dominate, and spread it among the clans she wanted to win over and control. The green dragon knew this too. Not surprisingly."
After rubbing off the skin of a skull of soybeans, Chief Stormpike began to crush the white and tender gadgets into powder.
Wait, didn't pass near the forest!
Painhurs caught this clue. If Mortarian's huge size really flew out of the forest, he would definitely be witnessed by nearby Goths or monster tribes.
But...for a long time, no one knew of his existence, so just carefully check which clans passed through the forest.
Thinking of this, Painhurs found an excuse and left the meeting. His excellent low-light vision allowed him to easily distinguish the surrounding scenery. He hurried to the camp with black fangs, a ghastly, dark and powerful man and horse. , Bowed his head and motioned to him.
"Sigrit!" The pale white horse pulled up the largest black tent, and came to the tent of these executioner leaders-oh, this Nizi decorated her tent luxuriously enough, the hideous skulls of various monsters, exquisite The corners of the tent are filled with wood carvings, gold ornaments, and coins plundered by black fangs from various civilizations.
The little chief with black fangs, like a greedy young dragon, lay in the middle of her treasure, hugged a cute lamb, and fell asleep.
"Huh? Chief? Are you planning to play night raid?"
Sigrit rubbed her sleepy eyes, and the lamb in her arms bleated a few times in dissatisfaction because she was awakened by the pale white horse.
"I don't have time to play around with you. Give an order to the black fangs scattered among the other clans, and let them inquire inside the clans. Which clan will set up camp in the forest west of the fort when they are going south?"
"Oh, got it."
The young little hundred households yawned greatly. Sorry to get dressed. "I will arrange it now."
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A few days later, Painhurs was awakened from Christina's soft embrace by the thunderbolt clan's sound of morning exercises again, and helplessly covered his ears. Between the two clans, because of the joint efforts to resist the enemy, the relationship was slightly relaxed, and the relationship fell to the original point again.
"Chief? Chief!"
Suddenly, Sigrit's energetic voice came from outside the tent, and the two hurriedly got dressed and started their day's work. Young and immature, but the little girl who can order hundreds of executioners to present black fangs to the pale white horse.
Not a single clan passed the secluded forest and flowers in the process of moving south.
Then, the answer is obvious-there are only two clans and no new members are accepted. A spy with black fangs unable to be planted. Tasmar has domesticated too many goblin servants, and they have no extra livestock or food. And the other... is the Jinlu clan, which controls tens of thousands of strings and has an over-saturated population.
PS: Herniwell's character card has been revised and strengthened.
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty: Anna's Eldest Daughter
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"Could it be that the Tasmar clan has long been corrupted by the green dragon? They have raised a lot of elves... and those long ears are probably all under the green scale evil dragon-by the way, you missed the extinction of the clan The sacred fire, think carefully, maybe the lunatic in Ka'an was manipulated by a giant dragon before he declared war on the council."
Christina was talking with Pain Hess while creating a unique battle flag, and the daily consumption of arrows on the horses and horses was astonishing. If all the work of making arrows is placed on the heads of the craftsmen, they will not have to do other work all day long.
As a result, every man and horse must receive basic carpentry training when they are young. All of them are cavalry, herders, and have a certain carpentry foundation. Of course, it's still incomparable with a full-time craftsman like Drop Hammer.
"No, Chief Anran's male favorites are all high elves, which are still somewhat different from wood elves. She gave Herniwell's elven maid, and there is no sign of her being manipulated by magic. As for the sacred fire of destruction. ·····He didn't know you at all. When I first met, I cut him off. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense."
Painhurs was scratching his silver hair frantically. The Jinlu clan has become too strong to resist, and their chieftain is likely to be corrupted by a malicious dragon.
The situation is so bad that it can't get worse.
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"Da da da."
Accompanied by the bursts of crisp and sweet horseshoes, a petite and lovely dark figure, bathed in the golden sunrise, slowly approached the glory of Skerritt. Christian looked around in surprise-in just a few days, Painhurs had taken care of it in order. The entire fortress has a beautiful and thriving appearance.
Large tracts of abandoned farmland were reclaimed and cultivated by wild hoofs. Countless brothers and sisters, with the assistance of Caucasian dogs and pitch-black falcons, graze fat cattle and sheep full of mountains and plains in the middle of a vast sea of grass.
Several newly-built fishing boats, also under the control of the Gothic barbarians, slowly sailed out of the simple harbor, and cast a large sturdy net into the deep blue sea, carrying boats of fish, shrimps, crabs and mussels. , And returned with a load.
Centaur has deeply rooted his roots in this piece of land called "Gretinian".
"The kid over there! Stop! Which clan are you from? We have never seen you before!"
The bard was staring in awe. Suddenly, two scouts wearing scarlet skull flags, brandishing long-handled battle axes, rushed out of the patrol team, and quickly stopped in front of Christian.
These two scouts, from the Wildhoof clan, did not know the twin sisters of the Bloodrage Chief. They knew very well that the only reason why the Council of Nine did not start a civil war was that the terrible threat from the werewolves in the West was far greater than the estrangement and hatred between them.
Therefore, when they find a strange dark horse, they become extremely vigilant-even if the other person looks like a child.
The scout looked at the "child" in front of him. Her soft and elegant black hair slowly transitioned from high to low to pure silver. Human skin that can be broken by blowing has a rare bronze color. The light brown wavy hair, gently raised in the breeze, like a wave of different colors.
The two turbulent snow peaks and the slender waist that Yingying gripped formed an extremely sharp contrast.
"This kid... is so big."
The scout blew a frivolous whistle. When this little pony grows up, it must be a beauty. However, it looks too slender and thin now.
The aesthetics of sagittarius and humans can probably only reach a consensus on the breastfeeding organs. In other respects, sagittarius is beautiful with burly muscles and large bodies-with the exception of the Thunderpike clan, those muscular sisters have an expensive aesthetic that is far too much.
"Wait-she is not a child!" Another scout held the axe handle nervously. The light brown curly hair gently brushed her delicate bronze cheeks. A pair of ruby-like bright and beautiful pupils exudes a mature charm.
"Oh my God, the first time I saw such a small guy!"
The scout who was fascinated by Christian, instantly changed back to a serious look. Look carefully at the opponent's weapons and equipment.
The bard wore a sleeveless chain armor shirt. The chain armor that could have covered his abdomen could not even cover her belly button after covering the two towering snow peaks. The neck is slender and delicate like a swan, tied with a cloak shining bright stars, slender hands, holding a small kite shield, and a single-handed warhammer glowing with cold.
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The final thing is-she carries a crossbow on her back-this is extremely troublesome stuff. In the centaur society, it can't replace the position of the longbow. At present, there are only Tasmar's goblins, elves, and blood fury. Gothic humans of the clan use occasionally.
"Ah, isn't this Christian?"
Just as the scout interrogated the bard, suddenly, a familiar figure slowly approached the crowd-he was wearing iron mail. His broad shoulders were draped with a huge bear skin, and his face was full of gully vicissitudes, covered with the terrible wounds left by the war.
Christian remembered this face, Chalaton, he was also a bloody veteran, and he followed his mother in the war. Now, by virtue of his bravery, he has become one of the twelve hundred households of the clan.
"Why? Seeing the war between the horses and the werewolves ended, hiding outside, the trembling eldest daughter Anna, finally dared to return between us? You cowardly dwarf! How beautiful and brave the Chief Anna I follow! What about her! There is your daughter!"
Chalaton let out a roar of resentment, as if the perfect incarnation in his heart was completely defiled by the people in front of him.
"Come on! Come and see, everyone, this is our chief's biological sister! Christian! This guy is born a dwarf, not even as powerful as some horses. Although his oversized breast looks beautiful, it makes She cannot use the longbow!
It's impossible to be near or far, this one is almost a waste in the war! It's not easy to become a spellcaster, most of the spell slots are auxiliary types, and the fighting ability is terribly weak!
If her sister were not for the chief, she would definitely be expelled from the clan and starved to death. Or, by a burly and powerful stallion who is capable of conquering and keeping it in a camp for the rest of his life-ah, I am afraid that no clansman would be attracted to such a weak thing! "
"Sorry, I apologize for being absent from that war and not fighting side by side with you."
In the face of everyone's sarcasm, and familiar ridicule. Christian slowly lowered his proud head and apologized for his absence from a war.
And when she raised her head again, her bloodshot pupils burned the flames of resentment that had been accumulated for several years, the evil flames full of negative emotions, and burned out the chalaton reflected in her pupils.
"Puff!"
In the sky of ridicule, every hair on Kristian's body was trembling slightly because of humiliation. She drew a heavy crossbow from her quiver, and threw it at countless scornful eyes. Under the hooves of Chalaton. The beautiful face was completely distorted by anger and hatred.
"Quiet! You scumbags! According to the regulations promulgated by the acting chief. Only the strong are worthy of gold and silver wealth and worthy of ruling the entire tribe!
Then, the 100 bloody angry households: Chalaton! I! Anna's eldest daughter! Dark nightmare! travelling poet! The true heir of the Bloodfury clan: Christian! Challenge your status, your wealth, everything you have!
listen! Old stuff! In this duel, there is bound to be someone who will drain the last drop of blood under Skerrit's impartial gaze! "
Chalaton looked at the dwarf in front of him in surprise, gently bent his horseshoe, picked up the crossbow bolts on the ground, and agreed to the other party's clamor.
"Christian--you live safely to this day, just because you are hiding under your mother and your sister's horse. You are lingering. But now, all right, you dwarf, who did not live or die, dare to challenge me? Before you were born, I fought bloody battles for your mother and the entire clan! Every inch of scar on my body is a proof of glory!"
Chalaton stroked the scars on his face, his angry expression gradually calmed down. "Very well, under Skerrit's gaze, I will cut through your disabled body and drain the last drop of blood in your body. Even if your sister is here, you can't interfere in this sacred duel! Dwarf!"
Hearing Chalaton's bloodthirsty words, Christian's red mouth raised an arrogant arc.
Under Painhurs' wholehearted forging, I have a heavy crossbow that can be attacked from a distance.
Under the tireless teaching of the dead poets, I learned how to fight bards.
Under the generous and benevolent reward of Chief Golden Foot, I wore three pieces of terrifying magic equipment.
The old thing immersed in the glory of the old days, my strength is no longer what it used to be, and the current Christian is worthy of my mother's reputation! ! !
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"As proof of my generosity, Christian of the Bloodfury clan. I allow you to choose three magic items from my treasure house. Don't worry, according to the contract, I promise not to hurt your sister and the lives of Pain Hess. After all the dust settles, Anna's eldest daughter-you, will regain your position! You will become the next chief, Bloodwrath Chief."
Seeing the bard who bowed his head silently, lying ill in bed, the pale-faced descendant of God, revealed a mysterious smile,
"May the friendship between the two races of Jinlu and Blood Fury last forever."
"My strength is very weak, and my stamina is inferior to other brothers and sisters. Therefore, I need a light weapon that can break armor, and an armor and shield that can protect myself-remember your promise, Tori Ya, may the friendship between the Jinlu and the blood rage be forever."
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