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Chapter 161: Christian (Part 1)

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Chalaton quickly drew out the bow behind him, his scarred and callused hands, pulled the huge compound longbow into a perfect full moon, and shot a sharp iron arrow toward the sky.

Immediately afterwards, with his right hand at a speed that Christian could not capture, he took out the second iron-forged feather arrow from the quiver carried on his back shoulder, and the cluster of arrows glowing with cold light pointed directly at Christian's throat!

When the second sharp arrow tore through the humid and warm air, it drew a stern curve in the air, and hit the bard's neck at the same time, the first feather arrow that soared into the sky also fell down and turned into a single arrow. A meteor of steel, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, fell from the sky! Accurately hit the head of Anna's eldest daughter!

The two sharp arrows arrived at Christian's side at almost the same moment.

Chalaton's shot immediately caused the scouts of the spectators to burst into thunderous applause and applause. Among the Bloodfury clan, I am afraid that he and Kuronia, who are also a hundred families, have mastered this deadly shooting technique.

They opened their eyes wide, wanting to see how the chief's sister would deal with it. This is a two-sided attack that is a direct hit?

However, the two sharp arrows passed through Christian's petite and lovely body in full view, as if two stones were dropped on the surface of the water, causing ripples on the bard's illusion.

"This is a phantom?! When did she cast the spell?! No, at such a close distance, that little girl can't fool my eyes unless... she appeared in front of us at first and challenged me , Is the phantom under her control! It's kind of interesting!"

Chalaton tensed his muscles and looked around vigilantly, searching for Christian's body. Suddenly, the light behind him began to distort and deform, revealing a small and exquisite black mare, holding a crossbow in her hand, burning her red eyes that soared to the sky, and staring at the back of the blood-rage veteran.

"Punch"

Accompanied by the piercing whistling sound, a sharp, heavy crossbow, screaming tore through Chalaton's lock armor, splashed a bloody spray on his broad left shoulder. The terrifying force even made the one-ton behemoth staggered forward and almost fell to the ground.

Bloodfury Hundreds of Households let out an angry roar, he twisted his flexible waist, and drew a long bow drawn into a full moon, aiming at the bard behind him. However, just as Chalaton was about to let go, his eyes were in a trance, and the petite and exquisite black mare in front of him, under the cover of mysterious arcane arts, became taller and more handsome. On his delicate face, there was a pair of blood. Her pupils suppressed endless pain and madness-exactly the same as her mother.

"Ann...Anna? Chief?"

Chalaton looked at the phantom in front of him in disbelief, quickly dropped his bow and arrow hands, and slowly loosened the bowstring drawn into the full moon, not dare to offend that it was the embodiment of blood and war!

He fought for the half-life Chief Anna! The King of Blood Fury who died in the snowy field of Northland! Came to his side again and sent him an invitation to war.

"Come on, brother. Today, we have a war to win!"

"The chief... is it really you? You are not already killed..." The bloody veteran's voice became a little choked. The vicissitudes of the eyes became more and more moist, I couldn't believe what happened before my eyes, and the scars under the eyelids were dull and painful. On the night of Anna's death, all the blood and angry men and horses used a knife to cut the skin under the eyes with a knife. Bloodstains, with dripping blood, instead of hot teardrops, gurgled down.

Seeing the phantom he had forged, calmed the enemy's mind, Christian sang the sweet song that her mother had coaxed her to sleep when she was a child, and injected the magical arcane energy between every note.

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At the same time, the bard's white horseshoe gently stepped on the pedal at the front end of the crossbow, and she bent down her slender waist and her bronzed hands, pulling the crossbow string back on top of the arrow groove. , Filled in the second heavy crossbow bolt, and aimed at Chalaton's head again.

The sharp arrow clusters and the dazzling light refracted finally awakened the bloodrage veteran from the illusion. It was too late to bend the bow to aim. With the brute force of the centaurs, Chalaton directly used the arrow in his right hand as a dart, and threw it in the direction of the bard, and hit Christian by surprise, in order to dodge the attacking feather arrow, cross The ballistic trajectory of the crossbow also deviated from the original trajectory.

Accompanied by the sound of steel rubbing flesh and blood, two sharp feather arrows rubbed their cheeks and flew into the distance, leaving a fiery bruise on their faces.

"Remove the illusion from you! A dwarf! You are not qualified to pretend to be her! You have failed your mother!"

Looking at the bard who used arcane magic to disguise himself as Anna, Chalaton suddenly exploded into skyrocketing anger! He retracted the compound longbow in his hand and took off the spear hanging from his shoulder.

You can't attack each other from a distance with a spellcaster. If you want to win, you must use overwhelming power to completely defeat this weak dwarf in close combat.

Unconsciously, Chalaton had regarded the bard in front of him as a worthy opponent.

"Be disappointed? My mother announced in front of you that I would inherit her position in the future, you, Chalaton! You also knelt under my mother's hooves and promised to swear allegiance to me after she died in battle! You failed me!"

Christian put away the crossbow, drew out the descendants of God's choice, and gave her the warhammer and kite shield. The hammer head decorated with gold embossed gleams with terrifying arcane brilliance.

"And now, I will prove to you that you are wrong! You are all wrong! Now, I have the power comparable to my mother!"

"Don't be grateful! Gnome! At that time, you could not use bows and arrows, and you were a little older than the hounds. You wielded slings, and you could not hunt even a deer! Put it in another clan, you would have been exiled or killed. Up!

We look at your mother's face and have always tolerated you staying inside a safe camp. I have been sharing food from hunting with you...Are you still not satisfied? Do you still want to lead us? what! What a joke! dwarf! "

Chalaton became more and more angry, full of anger, and finally overcame the inner fear of Anna-it was just an illusion made by a dwarf!

The iron spear tip, like a silver-gray shooting star, pierced Anna's phantom fiercely, and the bard raised his shield to greet him, and barely accepted the opponent's attack. However, she had too little melee combat experience. The bloodanger veteran flipped his spear, and the heavy spear handle, like a brown whip, hit the bard's left arm heavily, knocking her thin body directly to the ground.

Christian screamed in pain, and was swept away by the tail of the gun. His left arm seemed to be pierced by a thousand needles. A slight movement would cause a piercing pain.

"This is the power you are boasting of? A dwarf? I admit that you have become stronger, but compared to your mother, it is far from enough!"

After rotating the spear in Chalaton's hand, the sharp tip of the spear re-pointed at the bard's neck, provocatively drawing a faint scar, showing off his victory.

"Christian, you disguised as your mother and fell to the ground embarrassedly! Stand up! Don't lie there like a dog and insult the most powerful chief in Blood Rage history!"

Chapter 162: Christian (Part 2)

Christian climbed up from the ground humiliatingly, singing magical songs, healing the wounds on his left arm. On the side, Chalaton retracted the sharp spear from the bard's throat, like a cat and a mouse, playing with the enemy in front of him-even if it was just an illusion, he wanted to see Anna who was already dead. Chief.

"Sparing the enemy's life in a duel? Are you humiliating me, Chalaton? Very good, good, good!"

The hatred in Christian's eyes was even greater, and the wooden kite shield in his left hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light! The smooth and flat surface of the shield is as bright as a thousand suns. It is dazzling and piercing the surrounding audience. They can't open their eyes, let alone the bloody angry households in the center of the light!

The scorching light, like a thousand steel needles burned red by flames, pierced the hazel eyes of Chalaton at the same time!

Under the cover of the dazzling light, Christian's two hearts were beating faster and more violently. The delicate bronze skin, as if swept by the hand of death, cracked and scarred scars. The red blood, like boiling molten slurry, surged in her body, and through the terrifying cracks, bloody steam was emitted. They flew and rotated, and finally condensed together, and finally turned into a sky. Dark red smoke!

"Oh my God! It's the chief! It's the bloody fury of the chief, Fangxiu! She deserves to be her sister!" A wild hoofed man who had just joined the clan and didn't know the truth, admiring Christian's power.

"It's kind of interesting. After so many years, this dwarf has achieved the same level of fearlessness as her mother and sister?"

"Damn it! This dwarf is still covered by the phantom of Chief Anna, plus the bloody fog...looks exactly like the old Chief!" The two bloody scouts who grew up with Christian, then Surprised at each other's growth.

The bard, who was completely swallowed by anger, did not hear the noise around him at all. Like a furious female beast, she rushed to the front of the veteran in an instant. Her right hand was decorated with a gold-embossed warhammer, wrapped in thousands of electric currents, and slammed on the right shoulder of Chalaton. The hard lock armor could not resist the warhammer. Bludgeoning, made of steel, is an excellent conductor of Thunder!

Accompanied by a terrifying sound of shattering, a horrible depression appeared on the right shoulder of the bloody veteran. The clenched fist instantly relaxed, and the sharp spear fell to the ground. The whole arm was like noodles. He hung softly at his waist.

And the crackling pale electric current ran around along the chain armor on his body, bombarding and irritating the six limbs of Chalaton.

"Two pieces of magic equipment? Where did she get it! The blind shield and the armor-piercing electric warhammer are aimed at Chalaton!" Seeing the situation in front of him took a turn for the worse, a scout roared anxiously.

"No-these two pieces of equipment, not so much for a hundred households, as for all melee units-including our chiefs." The other, a little old man, saw it more thoroughly.

"Roar!!!."

Chalaton is like a wounded old wolf, let out a terrifying roar! After he lost his vision, suffered severe injuries, and was paralyzed by electric shocks all over his body, he resisted the pain and did not retreat. The horseshoe took a big step forward, pulled out the dagger tied to his chest with his left hand, and drew a sharp arc in the air at a speed that the naked eye could not catch!

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The thunder strike just now, if it were an ordinary man, he would surely be caught off guard and cut his throat with his sharp blade. However, Christian's body is too small, the bloody veteran who has not recovered his vision, can't know her height, the sharp blade, and the chain armor on Christian's chest, draw a dazzling spark.

Christian, in bloody rage, was frightened out of cold sweats. She subconsciously swung the warhammer and hit the opponent's left arm. The sharp dagger fell out of her hand, skewed and broken. The blood-stained arm bones were accompanied by shocking blood. The waves pierced the flesh and blood of Chalaton and were exposed to the air.

The bard looked up at the tall man and horse, and she lifted her left hand with all her strength. The sturdy shield eaves sturdyly hit the veteran's lower jaw. With this full blow, he spit blood from the mouth and lifted her front feet off the ground. .

Under the blessing of Scarlet Fury, Christian's power finally reached the passing line of an adult horse.

Hundred households who received a heavy blow on their jaws turned black in front of him and almost fainted. After he regained consciousness and his eyes regained his vision, he saw a vision that made him dream.

Anna, who was surrounded by blood and mist, seemed to have returned to the clan from the picture scroll. The heavy hammer head gently touched her left shoulder, demanding her loyalty.

Suddenly, the scroll in front of him was distorted, and the tall and handsome mare in front of him disappeared. Instead, it was a petite and exquisite dwarf who hadn't reached his chest. However, on her bronze face, the pair was depressed. The eyes with endless hatred and anger are exactly the same as her mother.

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Glory of Skerrit·Bloodfury Camp

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

A bloody scout stumbled through the camp door and rushed to Christina and Pain Hess. His breathing was disordered, his soft coat was completely wet with dripping sweat.

"What happened? So anxious? The green scale evil dragon rushed out of the forest? Toria is about to start a civil war? Or is there a gang of monsters wandering in the grassland that attacked our pastures and fields?"

The pale white horse raised the halberd with cold light in his hand—the hammer-dropping craftsmen began to build this complex weapon that also served as a spear, axe, and a hammer. In his hand, it was Kaor Baihu, the first exquisite weapon forged.

"No... No, neither, Christian, Christian is back! And he is dueling Chalaton near the South Gate, robbing him of a hundred positions!"

"What! Is she crazy!" Painhurs' eyes widened in surprise. The veteran's experience and skills were exaggerated to a degree of horror! As soon as he established the household registration system, he has defeated countless strong people in succession, and he can definitely rank among the top three among twelve hundred households.

"call--"

While the white horse was still in surprise, Christina had already knocked over the wooden table full of documents, rushed out of the white camp, and turned into a terrifying storm inside the castle! In an instant, he rushed out of the fortified castle, anxiously searching for his twin sister.

"Near the south gate, near the south gate, Christian! Where are you! Damn! I knew I would bring that scout here!"

The Bloodwrath Chief looked around anxiously. Suddenly, a weird picture came into her eyes: a large group of people and horses surrounded by dwarf rivers, and thunderous applause and applause erupted from it!

"A bunch of bastards! How many times have I said it! As long as I live one day, you are not allowed to laugh at Christian!!!"

Christina, wearing a Chimera armor, is like an angry female beast, running madly forward, the old bastard Chalaton, will definitely humiliate her twin sister in a duel in front of everyone!

Just thinking of the scene made Rouge Lima's eyes congested, and his entire body was trembling slightly because of anger!

"Chalaton! Stop me! Do you want to fight so much? Come on! I'll fight with you! I swear I will shed the last drop of blood in your body-Huh???"

The bloody chief, who pushed aside the crowd and rushed to the center of the crowd, made an incredible sound-his sister, although a little embarrassed, stood proudly among the crowd, accepting the cheers and praises of the crowd, and was scarred. The bloody angry veteran, instead, knelt under Christian's hoof, willing to exchange his eternal loyalty for his life.

Christian won? She defeated a veteran that even herself finds tricky?

"Where have you been these days! Are you injured? Why don't you tell me!"

Rouge Liema anxiously rushed to her sister's side, hugged her sister, and the sound of blame was mixed with a little scared cry. He hugged the bard in front of him tightly with his arms, as if afraid that she would leave her side again.

"Ann, I'm fine...sister."

The dark, delicate hands of the bard gently wrapped around Christina's waist. Enjoying the long-lost hug.

Pain Hess followed the Bloodwrath Chief and came to the scene of the incident. Christina was indulged in the joy of the sisters' reunion, and found nothing unusual, but—Christian's "sister".

It does not come from the family love that blood is thicker than water, but a kind of lofty...arrogance.

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Three: The Last Battle Group

The blood rage clan is divided into twelve hundred households. One is the heavy armor and fearless directly under the bloodrage chief, and the other is the black fangs ruled by Sigrit.

The remaining ten hundred households formed a complete thousand household knitting, ten basic combat groups, namely the bloody veterans under Painhurs's command. Curonia, Chalaton, and their most trusted subordinates, the wild hoofed men and horses managed.

Oh, after the addition of Christian, there are now three. After the defeat, the fellow Chalaton found one of the weakest Barbarians, challenged her, and succeeded in taking the position again.

There are six hundred households left, three are nobles born with wild hoofs, and three are outstanding craftsmen who drop hammers. Under the temptation of tax exemption and high salary, the hammer craftsmen worked overtime to make halberds and wooden crossbows. Another nine hundred households are responsible for the work of clearing the grassland.

The messenger sent to the elven city state [Panticapeng] finally got a reply. Those sharp-eared cities were surrounded by the three and three layers of the orcs, and the pastures and farms outside the high walls were completely destroyed. About to bottom out, the entire city-state was plunged into panic.

The only good news is that although the orcs originated from the depths of the sea of ​​grass, although all kinds of strange things are engraved in their DNA, they do not have the skills to build ships. This prevents them from blocking the elves' harbour and making Skerrit's glory Panticapone, can be contacted by water.

Calculated by weight, the elves sold a variety of ingenious gold sculptures, silver jewelry, and all kinds of brilliant gems. From Christina, they traded a lot of food and feather arrows-the arrows were made of flint or bone. iron? It's not enough by itself.

Immediately afterwards, the Bloodfury clan changed hands and transported these handicrafts back to Tiefeng Fort, bribed them, bought the blacksmiths there, and obtained more iron ore resources. Or transported to Diodosiya, how can the gang of golden horses and horses withstand the temptation of this kind of thing, have brought their own cattle and sheep, rushing to trade, and make the clan more and more prosperous.

Under Painhurs' military merits, the fear of war in the souls of soldiers has been completely replaced by greed for money, status, fame, and even sisters. They are not afraid of death in the battle, and other monster clans, just seeing the blood-colored skull banner and the sound of the trembling "ears" will make their hands and feet weak.

What's more, every one hundred households will be equipped with a dozen Gothic priests as logistics. Unless someone cuts his throat and head directly, otherwise, with the tenacious vitality of the horses and horses, and that unscientific healing magic technique, it will be difficult to die.

In order to motivate the soldiers, every full moon, the white horse will count the achievements of the hundreds of families. The number one ranked first will receive substantial awards, the number one from the bottom will be laughed at by all the clansman, so that those hapless guys, full of resentment and anger, will fight more bravely and wildly before the moon is full again, and bring them back. More spoils, more slaves were taken back.

The scattered monsters wandering in the sea of ​​grass, under the merciless sweep of blood fury and thunder spear, gradually moved towards the edge of extinction-as for the green scale evil dragon entrenched in the ghost flower sea? The horses dared not provoke him and walked around the forest. But he did not dare to fly out of the hiding place, and at the same time faced the sling of the giant hills and the rain of arrows that covered the sky with horses and horses.

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Chief Sandra of the Stormpike clan is very interested in the laws made by Painhurs-the Bloodfury clan has less than a thousand people, and it actually has more than three times the number of soldiers, and the management is in order. This is incredible.

As a result, Sandra studied the law of blood anger in a stubborn manner, and divided more than three thousand thunder spear soldiers into ten basic combat groups. Hundreds, the strong get it.

However, Chief Stormpike was puzzled: Why did those apparently inconspicuous black corpses seem to be possessed by Skerrit in the one-on-one singles? Operate in the dark, deliberately dispatching elites, banned troops, and fighting in an extremely embarrassing manner?

The Black Tusk is a small clan, and there are only about a hundred people in Thunder Spear. However, they occupy the position of four hundred households? !

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Julian calendar 400 years, the first day of the third month (Gregorian calendar 400.3.1)

A five-hundred-member hobgoblin team was walking vigilantly in the depths of the sea of ​​grass. They describe being haggard, all wounds, and the wolves under their hips have clamped their tails listlessly. After being swept by horses for three months, they are probably the last tribe nearby. In several consecutive battles, they The damage was so severe that he was forced to discard all his luggage and there was not much food left.

The werewolves re-blocked the fortress of Viseurius, and no one can escape the enclosed peninsula.

Staying to the west will be enslaved by Horus. Staying in the east will be killed by Toria-many weak monsters, completely plunged into despair.

"Woo-"

Suddenly, with a loud horn, everyone who was frightened shuddered, and they looked to the east tremblingly: a dark half-man, half-horse, standing on the slope!

"Quick! Kill him before he attracts more people!"

The hobgoblin warlord let out a furious roar. His huge nose seemed to be completely cut off by some kind of sharp blade, making that ugly face look even more hideous and terrifying. And under his crotch, it turned out to be a three-headed monster! The fierce lioness round pupils, evil goat square pupils, golden cold-blooded vertical pupils, three heads, six eyes, vigilantly looking at different directions.

A pair of huge fleshy wings curled up on both sides of his burly body, two lion front paws and two goat hind hooves trampled a line of deep footprints on the grassland.

This Chimera was purchased by the warlord from a group of red-painted orcs, and it almost spent his life savings. The entire battle group was forced to act as the opponent's cannon fodder and confronted another group of orcs—— Although more than a hundred hobgoblins died that time, the number of goblin cannon fodder killed in action is even more numerous.

However, for this Chimera that was domesticated and enslaved since childhood, all costs are worth it!

Hearing the order of the warlord, the wolf cavalry opened their short recurve bows, while lashing at the listless wolves, chasing them to the right. The scout turned around and ran away, and the bony sharp arrow fell obliquely behind him.

The wolves carrying the hobgoblins and the burly Chimera couldn't catch up with the four hooves of the horses and horses. They turned back helplessly. However, before long, those damn half-man and half-horse, blowing the distraught horn, hung far behind the battle group! It's like a nasty fly that can't be killed or thrown away.

Not long after, at the end of the hobgoblin's field of vision, the sky filled the sky with dust, and the ground under his feet also trembled abnormally. The wolf clamped its tail while whimpering, and let out a low growl of fear: Everything is heralding the arrival of the army of centaurs and horses!

The hobgoblins wailed desperately. Fleeing for a few days, discarding countless cows and sheep, and still being overtaken by those hell half-man and half-horse!

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A few months ago, when Painhus was trapped inside the White Plague, when the icy cold wind, like a sharp knife, slashed his handsome cheeks, the white horse resented the interior of the Viseurius Fortress very much. Defender

The south of the high wall is so warm! So vast! Enough for everyone to live together, why do the Ostrogoths have no mercy and kindness? They firmly held the peninsula's throat, and watched themselves slowly towards death in the frost and snow in the north?

And now, the acting chief is lying on the vast grassland, enjoying the warm and humid sea breeze, while gently brushing the tips of his silver hair, the pale sorcerer hates those monster tribes who sneak into his ranch and graze everywhere.

Those fertile pastures are all mine! We have defeated the Gothic barbarians, bloodthirsty werewolves, and countless weak clans all the way. After fighting in the council and paying countless blood and bones, we won this land! Why do you little tribes graze in my territory? Why eat the soil and grass that my brothers and sisters have in exchange for their lives?

what? Are you starving to death? It's not my business? Natural selection, the weak and the strong.

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Groups of vigorous and majestic black shadows, accompanied by the loud and piercing sound of the eagle, flew from the sky, and shrouded the hobgoblin team under the dark shadow of the falcon's wings. A pair of greedy, sharp eagle eyes, arrogantly looking down at the prey on the ground.

Behind the flock of eagles, there are more than one hundred and fifty burly men and horses wearing felt hats and leather armor. They are like a group of evil spirits who have declared their lives, accompanying them from afar. Holding a huge composite longbow, he is tied to his side with several heavy javelins with the thickness of a child's arm, and he has a broad shoulder and a handle up to six feet long. It can handle the sharp combat of spears, axes, and hammers at the same time. Halberd, and a wooden kite shield with a skin.

Centaurs are basically predators, warriors, or druids. The barbarians, also known as "Fearless", are unique to the Bloodrage clan. In their tradition, only the most elite fighters are qualified to learn and obtain this rank.

Painhurs sneered at this ancient tradition. In Wushan **, Christina's pillow breeze was blowing frantically, telling the stupidity of the blood rage tradition-this is simply a human with a magical weapon, in the grassland, Fighting with the wolves with bare hands, no one will mourn his funny death.

Finally, Rouge Liema was touched by his spouse. With heavy armored fearless people, he taught eleven hundred households in turn, arousing their anger in the depths of their souls. After spending three months, most of the tribesmen have taken a part-time job in a fearless position. Raise the strength of the entire clan to a higher level.

The soldiers are naturally happy, and in a critical moment, they can transform into a blood-colored killing machine in a short period of time to reverse the disadvantaged situation.

The predators are also very happy-they have become stronger and more vigorous. As long as they don't wear heavy iron armor, the movement speed of these archery masters is 20% faster than before! Far ahead of ordinary people! Parthian archery is even more handy.

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Immediately behind these light cavalry were 28 blood-rage elites in heavy armor. They were covered in brown leather armor all over their bodies, and the human bodies also wore a heavy chain armor. The bottom of the armor is like a tent curtain, hanging down to the position of the horse's hoof.

These twenty heavy armored centaurs are also equipped with composite longbows, heavy javelins, long-handled halberds and matching wooden kite shields. However, on their shoulders, there is still a thick and heavy riding spear that is four meters long, and a small round wooden shield is tied to their left shoulder. When they hold spears in both hands, they launch an unstoppable charge towards the enemy. A small shield can block the face and neck of the heavy cavalry and will not be injured by the feather arrows.

One hundred and seventy-five centaurs. A standard scale of 100 households. This is Christian, the power that currently controls.

"Follow them, wait for the other hundred families to come, and do it together." Looking at the hobgoblin warband that was panicking in front of him, the bard faintly gave orders. Hundreds of households were scattered in every corner of Caohai, searching for invading tribes in a carpet style. Once the enemy is discovered, they will quickly gather together like a pack of wolves, crushing all the enemies wildly.

And in the distance, watching the horrible shadows of the centaur and the horse, and the hobgoblin warband with the terrifying banner painted with blood skulls, were shrouded in the fear of death. They barely restrained the fear in their hearts, according to the past. He trained hard, lined up, and rushed to the bloody brutal soldiers with good training. The roar of battle and howling pierced the dim sky.

"Woo! Woo!"

Christian deliberately waited for the hobgoblin to rush into the shooting range of the longbow before sounding the horn of war. Two rapid and short horn sounds represented retreat. The speed of the centaurs far above the wolves, while keeping a distance from the enemy, sent a rain of arrows to the battle group, and rude and harsh ridicule.

After some chase, the wolves didn't even bite the horse hair. Instead, he was shot into a bloody hedgehog by the enemy's flying feathers, and the shocking blood wet the green grassland.

"Retreat! Retreat to the west! Go to the werewolf's territory! Instead of dying under a horse's hoof, I would rather be used by that wolf as a cannon fodder slave!"

The morale of the hobgoblin warlord has been wiped out by days of bloody battles. A small failure left them frustrated and unwilling to fight. They galloped in the direction of the fall of the sun, but they could not get rid of it. The bard's savage soldiers had no choice but to watch the pocket-sized dark horse and send out signals of assembly.

Christian took her savage soldiers, biting tightly behind the warlord. In this unobstructed open area, people and horses occupy the absolute initiative. When the number of people is at a disadvantage, they will not attack for a while. How many hundreds of households will come in a while? Hmph, this last battle group can be removed from Gredinian.

Time lapsed slowly in one chase and one escape, and the second wave of men and horses, like a dark storm of death, arrived on the battlefield. At the same time, they waved blood-colored skulls and flags with black fangs. They wore black leather armor. They played with two slender short spears with their hands. Some elite fighters wore sleeveless and waist chain armor shirts. In the case of affecting the speed, he protects his soft chest and abdomen.

An ordinary one hundred households in Blood Fury can pull out about 150-200 soldiers. However, the momentum of this group of guys is extremely large, with a total of five hundred! It is more than twice that of ordinary households.

This is the special weave of Painhurs: the black fangs specially used to suppress the same race and set off a civil war-the black anger in the souls of these executioners, after being ignited fearlessly, becomes even more dangerous and terrifying. .

"Oops! Now we are at a disadvantage in numbers! Those men and horses are likely to launch an offensive at any time! Run! Quick!" the warlord chief yelled in a panic, like a poor mouse, played by the cat between the applause. Life or death depends entirely on the mood of the other person.

"Da da da!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of a heavy, terrifying horseshoe like a drum, from far to near. The third wave of men and horses also joined the battle. There are a total of one hundred and ninety-two of them. There are as many as eighty elite soldiers armed with spears and wearing chain armor. The headed person is like the winter wind mixed with white snow, and on top of the long silver hair, a golden crown of nine demons dancing wildly, shining brightly in the light of the setting sun.

And beside him, there was a drow who was riding a prairie war horse and was so beautiful that he was so beautiful. His dark and delicate skin matched the white and soft clothes. With smooth and delicate fingers, he rubbed a small hand. crossbow.

"Ah, I finally found it! It's not in vain that I have worked so hard to hunt them down for days! Brothers and sisters! Don't let the skeleton servant I found so hard to slip away! Don't use the head of the halberd to smash it perfectly. Skeleton! Who can kill that Chimera, I will peel off the skin of the dragon beast, and go back to ask Kaor Baihu to make you a battle armor exactly like the Bloodfury Chief!"

Looking at the three-headed behemoth in the distance, the dark eyes of the acting chief burst out with extremely greedy eyes! He excitedly raised the horns in his hand, letting two melodious, thick horns ring through the clouds under the gorgeous and beautiful sunset like a flame.

Two consecutive trombones announced the arrival of a bloody battle.

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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Five: Blizzard

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Three teams of hundreds of households, accompanied by the sound of melodious and majestic horns, surrounded the hobgoblins, shooting straight in the front row and throwing in the back row. All horses pulled their long bows into a perfect full moon at the fastest speed. , Let the sharp iron clusters fall from the sky like a gray rainstorm!

The warlord leader looked around in fear. Accompanied by the horrible sound of thunder, the endless rain of arrows, like rows of silver-gray waves, roared into the high sky, covering the orange clouds on the horizon, and drowning the battle. On the head of the group, swept away a strip of fresh souls and lives.

Each barbarian carried two quiveres, a total of sixty iron arrows. With a terrifying efficiency of one arrow in six seconds, in just six minutes, they poured out more than five thousand arrows towards the hobgoblin team. cluster!

The slender arrow tail, like black pasture, grows on a red pasture moistened with blood.

In just six minutes, the battle group was under the terrifying rain of arrows, and the soldiers were shot down. Numerous soldiers, wolves, and hedgehogs shot into flesh and blood, tragic wailing, and the screaming screams of arrows, The sound of steel piercing flesh and blood was completely drowned out. The warlord leader hurriedly jumped off his mount and hid in Chimera's abdomen, with the help of its inherent sturdy leather, barely surviving.

However, when he heard the rain gradually thinning and dissipating outside, looking out nervously from under the belly of the dragon-his last soldiers were already running out, and the people on the periphery took away the compound length in their hands. Instead, the bow drew out the javelin and kite shield, and the elite in chain armor raised an exaggerated huge riding spear!

"Hold the front! Shield wall! Shield wall!!!"

The warlord leader desperately reorganized the battle group. The ugly head without a nose was completely occupied by fear. Thanks to the disciplined military society of Hobgoblins, the remaining soldiers barely broke apart, holding high shields filled with arrows, surrounded by them. At Chimera's side.

Pain Hess smiled slightly. For three months in a row, he at least cleaned up and wiped out twenty battle groups, large and small. In the fight of blood and flesh, under the impact of arcane magic, he finally touched Encountered the realm of the fourth ring, comprehending the first powerful killing arcane.

"call--"

The biting cold wind, wrapped in silver-gray clouds, instantly condensed above the warlord. Hobgoblins raised their heads in surprise, and the sky 20 feet away was still a blue sky, with a gorgeous sunset, only the top of their heads, covered by dark clouds, and the nearby temperature suddenly changed!

"Papa!"

A palm-sized piece of ice fell from the sky and hit the top of a soldier's hat heavily. He covered his head painfully. Before he could react, there was another piece of ice falling from the sky, breaking his finger, and the biting low temperature. , Freezing the blood gushing out of the hobgoblins.

"Papa! Papa! Papa!!!"

Endless icy ice, driven by the will of the pale white horse, condensed and fell in the clouds, like a majestic heavy rain, dense to a line of icy torrential rain, instantly drowning the battle group.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"

The terrifying blizzard lasted only six seconds, and then disappeared, and the people who had run out of arrows made a sound of war roar, and immediately launched the third round of offensive!

Wearing heavy armor and holding lances in both hands, the elite soldiers are in front, and the brutal soldiers wearing leather armor or only animal skins are behind, stepping on the trembling steps of another ground, and slamming wildly towards the collapse of the war. group! The barbarians threw out heavy spears that were powerfully sinking, and their lethality and destructive power were several times that of arrows. They once again destroyed the shield wall that the hobgoblins reluctantly constructed, so that the front row of shock cavalry would feel like no one. territory!

The hobgoblin drew a delicate short bow, trying to use the same arrow rain to stop the people and horses that swept the world like a tsunami. However, most of the feather arrows that are shot at the waist and abdomen are blocked by the dual combination of leather armor and chain armor. Even if one or two successfully hits the waist without internal organs, they cannot cause serious injuries that can affect the movement of the horses and horses. They are shot at the head, neck and even The sharp arrow in the chest was stopped by the wooden shield tied to their left shoulder.

The slender lance pierced and tore through the enemy's armor and shield, and the terrifying impact crushed their flesh and bones! The well-trained hobgoblins, placed in the Northland, are definitely the overlord of one party, like a broken puppet, accompanied by a sorrowful bloody arc, being hit by a heavy armored man and hitting the high sky.

After the impact, the centaurs took off the halberds behind their shoulders, their burly arms, lifted the halberds high above their heads, and slammed them against the desperate battle group. The sharp axe blades cut their limbs to pieces and heavy. The hammer head, the flesh and blood that bombarded the enemy's body!

The warlord leader looked around the battlefield, and followed his veterans of a hundred battles, under the halberds and iron hoofs of the horses and horses, they fell like weeds. He understood that everything was over, and looked up to the sky and let out a desperate cry.

"Breathe at my army! Clear a starting line and fly straight! It is now March, and the snow and ice in the north are gradually melting. With our strength, as long as we fly back to our northern homeland, I can pick up one. The new goblin clan!"

"Roar!"

Chimera responded to the master's order. The three heads and three low growls are superimposed together to form a unique roar. The dark dragon head took a deep breath, and gushed the terrifying blood basin full of sharp fangs. Zhang reached the extreme!

The smelly gust of wind, engulfed in a large number of swelling and bursting frothy bubbles, and crazily squirming green acid, spewed out of his terrifying and terrifying mouth!

The terrifying wind pressure enough to tear flesh and blood set off a thin layer of ground. The dark green acid water is better like the terrifying rays gushing from the inside of the high-pressure water gun, plowing a deep gully on the hard soil. The terrifying acid, madly corroding the fertile earth, accompanied by the creepy "chichi" sound, wisps of choking smoke exuding foul smell rose up.

The corrosive dragon's breath, in the desperate battle group, tore a bloody death path, countless loyal hobgoblins, only felt the pain of bone-cutting behind them, and then they were completely lost. I felt that they fell from the back of the wolf-their armor, flesh and blood, internal organs, bones, were all corroded by the strong acid dragon's breath from behind! All that fell to the ground was a pile of bloody remains!

"Roar!!!"

Chimera's three heads uttered a terrifying roar, sharp lion front paws, and strong goat hind hooves, trampling on the warm wreckage of the hobgoblin, and ran forward frantically! A pair of fleshy wings that were twenty feet long also stretched out from both sides of the body, flapping more and more violently and frequently.

After a few tens of feet, Chimera's running speed reached its peak. His burly limbs kicked the grass fiercely, and the whole dragon instantly rushed into the wet high altitude. Soldiers skimming the front row of centaur. Similar to the fleshy wings of a bat, they are like two huge fan fans, flapping up and down frantically. The tyrannical air current turned the bloody brutal soldier under the shadow of its wings, unable to open his eyes.

"It's going to run away! Stop the dragon!"

Seeing the giant beast taking off, the back row of horses immediately drew out the javelin beside them. A child with a small arm, more than five feet of heavy javelin, densely packed like locusts, stabbed Chimera's jaw and abdomen heavily. The hot dragon blood, accompanied by three superimposed wailing sounds, like a majestic rainstorm, fell from the top of the barbarians, dyeing them like a devil.

Chimera, whose abdomen was pierced by at least forty spears, desperately flapped his broken wings. Lifting up his height. The heavy and heavy javelin can pierce through one's sturdy skin, but ordinary feather arrows can't! As long as you fly a little higher, you will be safe!

"Snapped!!!"

Suddenly, the light above Chimera began to twist, and a huge black monster hung in front of his three pairs of beast eyes. That thing was covered with black scales, four claws and two wings, on both sides of the scary dragon head like a skeleton, with a pair of sharp horns!

A real black dragon!

Kristian gently stroked the pliable strings and used the phantom sound technique to project a low roar of the dragon at the phantom of the black dragon. This deceitful thing for children can't stop the hobgoblin warlord at all, but it is against Chimera. With this sub-dragon effect, it wailed three times in fear, and even forgot to flap its wings in horror, and fell straight down into the sky, raising a large swath of choking dust.

"My! I'm going to order this Chimera skin!"

"Go away! I want to be as majestic as the chief!"

"You bastards! Get out of me!!!"

Seeing a powerful piece of equipment, all the blood-rage soldiers who had killed the head blushed in a hurry, rushing to the place where Chimera fell. Although they keep in mind the law of "no brothers and sisters are allowed to be hurt outside of duels," the push and collision of the police is inevitable.

But-the bard had already calculated the behavior of the other party during the process of casting the spell, so she rushed in front of everyone, and Christian's troops lined up in a long line at the expense of others, blocking other people from moving forward. Charge forward so that their leader, with twenty elites in chain armor, is getting closer and closer to the Chimera!

"Roar--"

The smashed monster, shaking three heads, barely got up from the ground-the ground on its back first, the poor hobgoblin warlord, has been pressed into a piece of blood-colored leather, tightly attached to Chi Mei Pull the back. It seems to be some kind of abstract picture scroll.

"All eyes closed!"

Christian let out a roar, and the twenty soldiers in heavy armor around him immediately closed his eyes, and saw the shield in the hand of the bard, like a thousand dazzling scorching sun, bursting out with an extremely bright white light. Instantly burned and blinded Chimera's six eyes!

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