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Chapter 166: Chimera Skeleton
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"Christian! You are shameless! Chimera's skin belongs to me! Mine!"
The leader of the black fangs: Sigrit. Surrounded by the bard corps, it looked like a child whose toy was stolen by others, and the aggrieved ones were about to cry.
If in other places, these executioners in black robes, in order to comfort their hundreds of households, may directly tear open the blockade of barbarians, and then disguise this bloody conflict as an [accident], and seize this from the hands of their comrades. An extremely rare trophy.
But now, thousands of adults are staring at the side, making them afraid to go too far.
"Don't cry, little girl. If you want, get it yourself!"
The bard turned back lazily to pay attention to her, lined up with more than twenty elites under his command, raised the huge spear in his hand, and let the heavy spear point accompany the charge of the horses and horses, and the terrifying force produced, tearing, Through the skin of Chimera's flesh and blood. The blood gurgled out from the scars one after another, dyeing its pale golden hair into a scarlet appearance.
"Roar--"
When the monster was dying, it wailed desperately. More than twenty lances were deeply submerged in its chest. The force of terror crushed firm ribs, smashed soft internal organs, and even had three sharp handles. The tip of the gun tore Chimera's three necks, and the red blood, along the broken breathing tube, drowned its broken lungs.
"Good job! After going back, all tents will get a fat sheep as a reward for today's victory!"
Christian nodded in satisfaction. From behind, she drew out the crossbow made by Painhurs herself, facing the head of the lioness in the middle of Chimera, and buckled the hanging knife on the belly of her index finger.
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"Why do you have to give him an arrow on his forehead? He is about to die."
A hunting event ended with a triumphant victory. Most of the barbarians were busy cleaning the battlefield, cutting off the left ears of hobgoblins and wolves to obtain more rewards. Painhurs also brought the bloody angry veteran to the bard. The huge flying monster had died. The head of the female lion in the center was penetrated by a heavy crossbow arrow. Only a small tail of the arrow was exposed to the air.
Pain Hess looked at the corpse in front of him distressedly. This was his default skeleton servant! After the internal organs were gone, the ribs didn't matter at all, but the most conspicuous skull had a hole opened by the bard...It's a fly in the ointment.
"Because you said that you want to make it into a skeletal servant." A bright smile bloomed on the bard's bronze face.
"It will always be by your side in the future, Painhurs? In this case, whenever you see the scar on its skull, you will remember-this hole was caused by Christian."
The pale white horse couldn't understand the bard in front of him. In the past, she tried to pretend to be arrogant and cold to hide her inferiority complex. In fact, deep down, she was just a girl who longed to be recognized.
However, since she had the power to defeat Chalaton, Christian has really transformed and expanded into what she once disguised.
Painhurs didn't say anything. Several skilled predators immediately wielded their knives, peeling off Chimera's fur completely, and took them back to the hammer-dropping craftsmen to make a suit for the bard. Her sister's similar armor.
And the acting chief, in the center of Chimera's corpse, tore open a scroll of divine art traded from Panticapone. In an instant, the strong negative energy, like the tide of the breaking bank, from the small scroll, Gushing out. Desecrate and pollute the surrounding space. The temperature of the nearby air dropped frantically, and the blood-stained pasture also bent down his sickly red waist.
"Very well, within the scope of [Profane Art], the resurrected undead will be stronger, stronger and unbreakable-yes. Teacher Heniwell, the book says that you should put the black agate in the mouth of the corpse and use it. The Mathematical Olympiad that evokes the dead..."
Painhurs played with the dark and deep black gems in his hands, looked at the corpses of the three monsters, and hesitated.
"I want to put black onyx in the mouth of which head? Any one will do? Or three at the same time???"
"Anything will do. Hurry up and finish this matter and go home to sleep."
The drow stiffly jumped off the tall horse. In order to hunt this hobgoblin battle group, and the Chimera that the acting chief had dreamed of, they hunted them down for three days and three nights. These strong half-man, half-horse, it's nothing.
However, the female warlock on horseback felt that her bones had to be scattered by the war horse, and the inner thighs had also become bloody and bloody in the long-term friction.
"Ok."
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Painhurs excitedly opened the mouth of the lioness's blood basin, and stuffed the expensive gem he had exchanged for a young ewe into the corpse of Chimera's icy cold, his pale hands gently Holding the head of the monster, in the grassland soaked with negative energy, chanted the eerie necromantic spell.
"call--"
A burst of cold blue flames instantly ignited from the lioness's eye sockets, melting and burning the two round beast pupils. Immediately afterwards, the two square evil pupils on the goat's head also turned into a pool of viscous liquid in the Youlan Karma Fire. The icy vertical pupils of the black dragon also disappeared in the flames.
After peeling, Chimera's exposed pink muscles, driven by arcane magic, aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, decayed, and slowly detached from its solid bones, like a torrential rain of rotten flesh, slapped, slapped, One after another fell to the ground.
In the end, in front of Painhurs, there were only six empty eye holes, a huge skull beast burning with blue flames.
"Successful."
The acting chief yelled out happily, that terrifying skull behemoth, like a docile cat, spit out a gem that had already been burned into an empty shell by the faint blue fire, cleverly rubbing against the pale coat of the warlock.
The fly in the ointment is that the tough membrane between the Chimera's wing bones also decayed and aged during the transformation ritual, turning into masses of disgusting flesh. It seems that there is no flying ability anymore.
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Chimera Skeleton (Undead) (Servant of Pain Hess)
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Strength: 20 (5)
Agility: 16 (3)
constitution:-
intelligence:-
Perception: 10 (0)
Charm: 1 (-5)
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Health: 56 (9D12)
Defense level: 15 (10 3 natural 3 agility -1 large size), touch 12, flat-footed 12
First strike adjustment: 7 (3 agility adjustment 4 proficient first strike)
Basic attack bonus: 5.
Grappling: 14 (5 basic attacks, 5 strength adjustments, 4 size adjustments)
Bite: 9 attacks, damage 3d6 5
Impact: 9 attacks, damage 1d8 5
Claw x2: 9 attacks, damage 1d6 5
Speed: 30 feet
Occupy: 10 feet.
Reach: 5 feet.
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Damage reduction 5/bludgeoning, darkvision 60 feet, immunity to cold,
[Proficient in first strike]: First strike 4
[Bloodline Specialty·Intermediate Domination]: You are dominated by a powerful dominator, with basic attack 1, defense level 1, and cast check 1.
[Strengthen Natural Attack·Bite]: Choose a natural attack method of creatures. The damage of this natural weapon is increased by an order of magnitude, just like a creature's size increased by a size level (2d6-3d6)
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Fortitude Save 4
Reflex save 6
Will save 6
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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Seven: The Fairy's Messenger
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Like walking a dog, Painhurs ran wildly on the grassland with the terrifying three-headed skeleton, and used some captured hobgoblins by the way to test the fighting limits of his servants.
This magical world is not scientific at all. Chimera's jaw muscles are clearly lost, but his bite force is still amazing. The heads of lions and black dragons can penetrate and tear with their extremely sharp canine teeth. The pliable leather armor, like the dense fangs of a saw, can also chew solid bones and sticks.
The goat's head had little bite force, but when charged with full force, the two huge horns on the side of the brain, like two Kantos riding a spear, easily pierced through the wooden shield and the shield holder. The hobgoblin captive opened two transparent holes in her body. The blood-bathed ram's horns are also covered with pieces of flesh and internal organs.
"The fly in the ointment is that he can't fly-it's a pity." Painhurs said with some regret.
"Turning into a zombie, you can fly. However, the zombie will slowly decay and fester, and the stench of the carrion will make you unable to eat for a few days. Therefore, the skeleton is still a little cute." Herniwell shrugged. "Okay, hurry back to the fortress, tossing for so many days for a skeleton servant, I'm almost exhausted."
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Having received the long-awaited servant of the undead, the acting chief returned to the Glory of Skerrit contentedly. Because of the previous test, among the three hundred households, they were the last troops to reach their hometown.
Painhurs had just arrived at the entrance of the tent when he saw Sigrit's little girl, crying out of the chief's camp, and hurried away under the protection of several black dragons.
"Did something happen? Christina?"
Painhurs gently opened the white curtain. Looking at the charming rouge horse in front of him, he asked with some doubts.
"Ah, the little girl who is not that big, complained to me that my sister used the most despicable means to snatch the spoils that should have belonged to her." The Bloodwrath Chief said helplessly.
"When he is an adult, he has a temper like a pony... Is this little chief spoiled by her mother? If it weren't for the black fangs, it's too important to us, and I don't want to make the relationship stiff. , I definitely want to catch her and train her for a few weeks to become a strong fighter."
"No, no. That little girl deliberately played it to us. She is treacherous in her bones." The white white horse pulled off the belt covered with weapons and let out a sigh of relief. She was limp on Christina's towering mountain peak. Before, enjoying her soft and warm embrace.
"Ah? You mean, she deliberately pretended to be like this and played it to us?" Chief Bloodwrath opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Yes, think about it, those black spies who have been planted in various clans have passed all the information under that girl's eyelids before sending all the information to you. Nearly a thousand professional executioners who slaughtered people and horses. It's also an oath of allegiance to her pedigree-don't you think such a person is terrible?
"Well-it's terrible. If there is such a guy in the clan, I will definitely have trouble sleeping and eating. Even if I don't kill it directly, she will definitely let her surrender her eldest daughter as a hostage to ensure that she treats me Absolute loyalty."
Christina thought about it carefully, and then said with some confusion. "Huh? So, why can't I be completely wary of Sigrit?"
"Because she was afraid that we would really do this, she deliberately pretended to be spoiled and not motivated, which lowered our vigilance and also showed us good-in fact, that girl is smart."
Painhurs lay in the warm fragrant nephrite of his lover and changed to a more comfortable position. Planning for future actions. For three full months, the Bloodfury clan had recovered stability under their rule, and its strength had increased by leaps and bounds.
However, the Bloodfury clan is not the only master of the Glory of Skerrit-the one who jointly defends this fortress, and the militaristic society's Thunder Maid sister Gui. They unswervingly supported the descendants of God's choice, which was the deadliest rivet that Tolia nailed to her side.
The white white horse was very vigilant at first. Sima Yi borrowed the knife to kill and killed Zhang Chen, who was sent to watch by Cao Wei. There are too many examples of such scams.
However, Chief Sandra of the Stormpike clan is righteous and upright. Although the two had different positions and there were many frictions in life trivial matters, when she heard Magnus' request for rescue, she still took the spirit of Thunder Spear and saved her life from the green dragon's mouth—that In the battle, at least ten elite Thunder Spears died under the deadly poison of Mortarian.
Soon after, the Bloodfury clan also frustrated the long-planned conspiracy of the Catman tribe in an ambush and rescued Sandra's eldest daughter. The two sides can be said to be a deadly friendship, and it is worth entrusting back on the battlefield. The presence. For three months, Blood Fury fought side by side with Thunder Spear, and smoothed the alien races in the entire northern region.
If he could draw the Stormpike clan to his side, Painhurs would not want any bloody conflict to break out.
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The next day, the two chiefs woke up leisurely under the hustle and bustle of the Thunder-Pike alarm clock. In the past three months, they have become accustomed to the life rules of the Stormpike clan. Just as the two were getting ready to dress, the scout brought good news: six huge warships arrived at sea. Look at the banner, it should belong to the high elves of Panticapone.
Painhurs hurriedly dressed up and hurried towards the port. Those were six exquisitely crafted and extremely large double-deck sailboats. They were somewhat similar to the battleships of the Roman Legion, but they were more feminine and delicate, like crafted works of art.
And the totem painted on the sail is not the double-headed falcon of the empire or the PX rune, but two symmetrical white swans-that is the totem of the elven city state: Panticapone. Since the mainland of Greece fell into the Roman Republic, they have lost contact with their relatives in their hometown and become an independent city-state isolated overseas.
However, what other Goth sailors were puzzled was that these six large ships had extremely shallow drafts and apparently did not carry any cargo. They were only equipped with basic crews, oarsmen, and the most round-trip food and grass.
"Squeak--"
Accompanied by the harsh noise of wood rubbing against each other, the elven seamen put down the temporary pontoon, and let a small group of heavily armed soldiers kicked onto the damp pier with their shiny leather boots.
They have long and tall bodies, draped in studded leather armor that reaches to ankles, elegant necks, and tied with a sea-blue light cloak. Holding a huge fancy tower shield in his left hand, a spear in his right hand, and a white swan flag tied to it, hunting under the warm sea breeze.
Behind the ten elf warriors was an elderly male elf. With his shriveled and aging palms like a skeleton, he clenched an oak staff and his thin body was hidden under a black cloak. No, that plain-looking black cloak, filled with arcane energy, is obviously an expensive robe.
"Good day, powerful chieftain. When we first met, I was Governor Panticapong's uncle: Ogilvyin Chaoge."
Ogilvyin nodded to the powerful blood-rage chief in front of him.
"Good day, honorable friend of the elves."
Christina lowered her head politely. These elves in front of them are all fat sheep who trade gold and silver jewelry in exchange for food. They must be treated well.
"You brought six empty ships this time, double the size before, what are you going to buy?"
"No, no, no, thanks to your help, we have already exchanged enough food and grass, plus the tribe's continuous fishing day and night, Panticapeng's food crisis has been resolved. However, we can't fight it alone. The retreating greenskin frenzy. So, the Governor sent me to ask-what price do we have to pay in exchange for your military assistance?"
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Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Eight: Surround the Beast and Save the Essence
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After hearing the invitation of the elf mage, Painhes and Christina looked at each other. They first took the elf group to the meeting tent and ordered the slaves to bring a large piece of lamb chops and a large bowl of milk wine. Discussing slowly.
The war has been going on for several months. Panticapeng still has 40,000 slaves, 10,000 elven citizens, and hundreds of different types of golems, and some necromantic units. At the time of life and death, the Baita Mage has all come out to evoke a large number of dead souls. , And then handed over to those low-level apprentices to control, he just created a creepy undead army.
This is so, the elven city-state is also at risk under the green tide. All kinds of weird siege equipment are emerging in endlessly. Booming garbage, giant beast ladders...Two were burned down today, and another pile will be created tomorrow...
"The Governor has made a sacred promise that no matter how many people you send to the war, each of them will get a pound of gold or other equivalents as rewards. The war dead can get double compensation. This clause is already very rich. Yes, Lord Chief."
Ogilvyin Chaoge talks eloquently.
"According to the information we have, you have signed a peace treaty with the werewolves, and are stationed in this small fortress. There are nearly 10,000 brave and good fighters: Is this too wasteful?"
"This man is a veteran negotiator. When paying the rewards, the nouns used are all [horse], not [soldier]. It's a pity, I originally wanted to send him thousands of goblins."
Painhurs said silently in his heart.
"This is not a question of whether we have spare capacity, but a question of whether it is worthwhile."
Christina said dissatisfiedly, the scarlet eyes exuded a terrible light of murderous bloodthirsty.
"You know the horror of those green-skinned orcs better than we do. Let me send my brothers and sisters to a precarious city? Blood anger doesn't make lifeless money!"
"Christina! Painhurs! A letter from the Southern Parliament!"
Just when the two were arguing, Sandra suddenly broke into the discussion tent. She looked very excited. However, when Chief Thunderpike saw a dozen strange alien faces, the words that came to her lips were caught by her. Swallowed back again.
"Sorry, there is something urgent within the clan. Please enjoy some food first, and we will be back soon."
The white horse showed an apologetic smile, hurriedly left the table with Christina, and followed Sandra's steps to a quiet corner.
"Can you talk now? Chief Sandra?"
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"Ah, that's it. After three months of refurbishment, the council has regained its vitality and is deeply rooted in Gredinian's soil. We do not have the confidence to defeat the werewolves 100%, so the chiefs will His eyes turned to the Kerch Peninsula in the east.
The Kerch Peninsula contains a large amount of iron ore resources. Along the bridge built by the elves and across a shallow strait, you can reach the vast Transcaucasus. The Greymane clan is along that ancient road from the Eastern Roman Empire. The Anatolia region has returned to the parliament. Now, there is another tribe of people who just arrived in the Caucasus, ready to join us.
However, it was not only Chief Goliath who crossed that strait, but also a large number of green skins. Today, they have firmly held the Kerch Peninsula in their hands, and sometimes they even flowed out of the Dragonmaw Fort, looting and harassing the land of people and horses.
Therefore, in addition to the two of us, the seven chiefs unanimously passed the decision to go to war with Greenskins. We need manpower to be stationed in the north, so the two clans only need to send a thousand soldiers in total to join the main force of the parliament. "
Sandra quickly repeated the ins and outs of the matter. "Moreover...Although we have this fertile paradise, we are disconnected from the northern Caohai Sea. At this moment, we need a road to our hometown."
"I can't beat a werewolf, so should I find a soft persimmon first?" Painhes sighed. He originally wanted to reject Panticapone's employment proposal. It's alright now, forget it, anyway, if you want to fight the orcs, then from the side of the elves, make mistakes.
The horn of battle resounded through the sky again. The leaders of Bloodfury quickly gathered together and accepted the chief's instructions. With three hundred households, Sigrit's black fangs, a total of one thousand and two hundred horses and horses, and three hundred priests under Asana's command, Painhurs prepared to go south and join the council's army.
Sister Christina, leading the remaining seven hundred households, and the stone-catching giants, continued to garrison the castle.
"Elf friends! We agree to help you. However, I have a better way!"
After handing over the trivial matters to the various households, Painhurs stepped into the discussion tent again and opened his arms enthusiastically.
"I don't know if you have heard an allusion? A long time ago, an elven city-state was surrounded by a large army of orcs. The desperate elven governor asked for help from the powerful horses, but the Supreme King of horses and horses did not rescue the elves, but went instead. The country of the orcs beats, smashes, robs and burns on the green-skinned land, forcing the orcs to withdraw their troops, returning to their lair, and freeing the city-state of the elves, known as "Encircle the Beast and Save the Spirit"."
After listening to the story, the envoys of the high elves looked at each other, while Ogilvyin carefully recalled the past, looking for the history made up by the pale white horse.
"Never heard of it. Your plan. It sounds wonderful, but how can we be sure that what you said is true?"
"If you don't worry, you can send a representative to act with us." The white white horse shrugged. "The Bloodfury Clan will do what it says."
"Well, I will follow you personally." The teacher Chaoge, shaking from the sheepskin blanket, got up from the sheepskin blanket, his skinny body, containing its terrifying arcane power, and the vicissitudes of turbid eyes, flashing A dangerous light,
"Indeed, theoretically speaking, the more we make trouble behind the orcs, the greater the chance that the opponent will withdraw. However, we will only give half of the gold. After Panticapone confirms that the tide of the beasts has dissipated, the balance will be refunded. ."
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Chapter 169: The Terrible Betrayal
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The well-trained centaurs and warriors assembled in a short time. Each warrior carried two tall and brave prairie horses as pack animals, and carried a lot of food, grass, and arrows. The sharp spears rushed straight into the sky, and the blood-colored skull and the banner of the black cloud and thunder hunted in the wind.
"This separation, I don't know it will take a few months before we can meet again."
Christina, who had always been full of energy, lay listlessly in the broad arms of the warlock, and said bitterly. Before separation, she missed her spouse, the pale figure.
"If what the Jinlu scout said is true, the war will end soon. The strength of the nine clans united together can easily crush any greenskin war gang, and I will be back soon."
Painhurs gently stroked the rouge horse, her long red hair that was as gorgeous as a flame, gently kissed her delicate lips, and then led the army, gradually disappearing from the sight of her lover.
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The pale white horse walked in a vast sea of grass, wherever it could see, there was a monotonous green. Suddenly, a sister Gui full of muscles jumped into his eyes.
"Chief Sandra, what's the matter?"
"I want to talk to you seriously, Painhurs." Chief Stormpike said very solemnly.
The warlock didn't answer, he looked around vigilantly, and found that the other party was alone without any attendants, and he was surrounded by blood and angry brutal soldiers, and he said with confidence.
"Listen thoroughly."
"Let's tell a story first. I once had a biological sister. She was a very talented druid and the true heir of Stormpike. And I was just a pure soldier."
Chief Stormpike sighed. Whispered.
"However, she was torn off a front leg by the Winter Wolf, which is a huge white wolf that can communicate and is extremely cunning. Since then, she staggered, and she had to hold a wooden staff with her right hand to barely stand up. So the heir The position fell on my head.
However, her younger sister refused to accept her mother's ruling, and immediately after his death, she led a cronies and launched a bloody civil war. On that day, hundreds of loyal and brave soldiers died at the hands of their sisters who fought alongside them. The blood of innocent people stained the white tents. Even the underage ponies were caught in the flames of the civil war. Burned out.
That night, I took my mother's guard and smashed a sea of corpses among the rebels. Countless fellow robes who were getting along day and night fell in front of me, and were trampled on by my horseshoe into a lump of bloody flesh. With the spear in my hand, every time a blood stain was stabbed on them, my soul was like being cut with fangs. The claws are generally torn, giving out a piercing pain!
Finally, I personally pierced my sister's heart, and her hot blood splattered my six limbs! That dying face still destroys my dreams every night."
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Sandra scratched her short hair frantically, recalling this memory, for her. It was originally a kind of torture. Her voice became deeper and deeper, and finally, she said almost pleadingly.
"Those rebels are all friends who grew up with me! They are all colleagues who fought together on the battlefield! I have experienced the trauma of civil war and know the pain of killing my friends with my own hands, so I see everyone fighting side by side. For the sake of three months, please consider it carefully—does it, in your bloody anger, does this civil war have to be fought? As long as you hand over the golden hat on your head, you can avoid a terrible conflict."
Painhurs fixedly looked at Chief Liemao in front of him and sighed.
"At that time, you could also order the soldiers to drop their weapons, surrender to your sister, and declare her as Chief Stormpike to avoid this tragedy, right?"
"What a joke! She was the one who initiated the civil war! It wasn't me! She became more crazy after losing a leg and being a chieftain! That night, there were red-eyed traitors everywhere! That bloody night was the only one who could protect me. , Is the weapon in my hand! If I drop my weapon, how can I live to this day and talk to you?"
"Yeah, you're right, drop your life-saving weapons, leave your own destiny with your bare hands, and leave your own destiny to the red-eyed lunatic? This is ridiculous! Look, you have already said my answer yourself, and The reason behind it."
Painhurs nodded lightly the golden crown on his head. Speaking lightly.
Hearing the answer from the pale white horse, Sandra was stunned. Her determined eyes, full of sadness, and her calloused right hand quickly stretched out to the hilt of the sword at her waist, but Pain Hess Move faster! The witchcraft crown gleamed with a dim light of evil pink, which made his speed and reaction ability to a terrifying level.
The left hand of the pale white horse clamped Sandra's burly wrist, and the right hand tightly held the Roman dagger tied to his chest. He didn't know what the outcome of the civil war would be, but if the Chief Stormpike came alone, then If there is a change, this sharp blade that has been with him the longest will definitely cut her throat.
"Don't be so nervous, okay-I just want to pull out the horn, you take a closer look ahead! Painhurs!"
Sandra glared at the white horse angrily, and the white horse followed her line of sight: I saw a cloud of smoke suddenly rising from the south, at this moment. The drum-like marching sound also slowly hit the hearts of everyone-cavalry, a large number of cavalry.
However, those people were a little far away from them, and they could only see some red shadows vaguely—except for the Bloodfury Clan, no one used the color of blood to represent their clan.
As the distance gets closer, the vigilant people can already see the appearance of the visitors. It was a group of burly and unusual humanoid creatures. They had blood-colored skin, pointed ears, and four thick fangs that broke through the sky, making their ugly faces look even more terrifying!
And the mounts under the hips of these people are like red bumps, with only two burly thighs, and a big mouth full of sharp fangs, almost as huge as the body.
The evil sun orcs painted in red, and their riding Skog.
"Has the south been messed up like this?! You can be attacked if you walk around the house????? What do the seven clans do for food?!"
Painhurs let go of the arms that clamped Sandra, and immediately blew the assembled horn. They marched on their pastures and did not send scouts to investigate around. Therefore, they fell directly into the trap of Greenskin! On both sides of the east and west, smoke and dust were raised in the sky at the same time.
"Chief Sandra! Sorry, I was too nervous just now and accidentally offended you. The number of enemies is unknown. Let's retreat first, and then make plans!"
The pale white horse turned his head and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle!
When the Thunder Spear chief had taken the crowd to look into the distance, he withdrew from his own square. A thousand thunder spear warriors with perseverance formed an indestructible square and stood in the south of the blood rage barbarians. The smoke and dust of the three parties surrounded Painhurs in the center.
"My friend, I just gave you one last chance. But you refused. Without any sneak attack, assassination and other vile means, it is my greatest kindness to fight you with integrity."
Chief Sandra, who was surrounded by Stormpike soldiers in the center, gave a bitter smile. Those big hands, soaked in endless blood, took the heavy shield and a sharp spear from the guards.
"If the civil war must be fought, I will stand on the side of the strong and minimize the loss. Surrender! Pale horse! The descendants of God have traded with people. As long as you surrender obediently, you will not die here."
"Painhurs! Painhurs! It's not an orc coming from the west! It's a centaur! Their flag... Damn! Golden horseshoe! It's a member of the Jinlu clan! This is a trap!"
Sigrit hid in the middle of the black dog in horror, shivering.
"Thousand households! Look at the sky to the east! Two-footed dragons! My goodness! Seven heads! Where did they get them? There is no Yalong in the mountains nearby!"
The acting chief has not yet recovered from Thunder Spear's sudden betrayal, and there are more heavy news, one after another, smashing himself! In an instant, Thunder Spear, Golden Footwear, and the orc army hired by the descendants of God had already surrounded themselves.
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Chapter One Hundred and Seventy: Fighting in the Same Room
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"Why, don't the descendants of God dare to face me personally?! This ambush is actually led by her imperial army? Could it be that Gulvia, you are like Achaya who died under the sacred fire sword? , Was sent to die by your chief??"
Painhurs observed the enemy's situation calmly. There are fewer than five hundred soldiers in golden shoes, but each is tall and burly, draped in heavy chain armor, and decorated with a large number of gold accessories. At first glance, they are elites. Even nobles. And their leader is the commander of the forbidden army below that one person and above the ten thousand people: Gulvia.
"The huge clan that controls the strings of tens of thousands only sends out such a small amount of troops? And your chief, actually hired the green skin she hated...So Toria doesn't want to put the civil war on the table. , So, draw out a handful of elite troops that won't attract attention. They bypassed the eyeliner of other clans, came to ambush and kill, and then throw all the pot on the green leather head? Is this your plan?"
"As a dying person, I allow you to continue barking and clamoring, Painhurs."
Toria's second commander of the Forbidden Army: Gulvia, surrounded by thirty Forbidden troops, came to the front vigilantly. They all wore a gold-cast mask, only showing slightly trembling noses, and a pair of beautiful eyes that contained killing intent. Strong and powerful hands, tightly holding sharp spears, and strong iron shields. The sturdy and well-proportioned body is covered with a layer of golden chain mail.
More than 400 other golden-shoe warriors covered in gold ornaments were also outside the lock armor, and they were covered with a piece of animal skin dyed gold. From a distance, these five hundred warriors looked like a wave of gold.
"Yes, the council will count this tragedy on the heads of the orcs. Pale horse, you are the hero who saved all the chiefs, and a hero who was captured and missing in an orc attack will make Other clans hated and hated the Eastern Greenskin even more, and in the next expedition, they became more bloodthirsty and furious.
And those chiefs who owe you favor will explode a hundred times more energy, trying to find your trace in the sea of green skin. "
"A boring political conspiracy, do you have time to play two games and be unhappy? Forget it! Whatever you want! As long as the price is enough, no matter how dark the pot is, I will be able to recite it? Painhurs?!"
Several two-footed flying dragons hovering above the sky, about fifteen feet in length, also slowly landed on the ground, and a pair of blood-colored wings up to twenty feet wide, contracted and folded on the outside of their thin forelimbs, At the blood rage horse, let out a terrifying growl that seemed to come from hell.
These behemoths of war were not transformed by green skin. Not only the scales and skin were painted red, but also saddles that matched their body shape were installed on the back. Full of spears and arrows
In the center of the saddle sits a three-meter-high heavy-duty man. He was covered with armor fragments, skin shields, ribs of beasts, planks of pine and cypress, etc., all messy and tattered, making himself look like a huge mountain of garbage. On both sides of the saddle, there are six goblin archers with bows and arrows to enhance the flank firepower of the biped flying dragon.
Sagittarius cannot distinguish the facial gap between orcs. In their opinion, these green-skinned monsters are basically the same. But... the red-painted two-footed dragon, the sun's totem, and his knowledge of himself... these characteristics are really iconic.
"Beast Leonardo Wow Fincher???"
Painhurs called out the opponent's name uncertainly.
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Christina is sitting on a comfortable sheepskin blanket, making a huge battle flag with the pole in the shape of a cross. A total of eight pale skulls were hung on the left and right of the crossbar.
For some reason, after the rouge horse returned from the sea of flowers in the forest, he was so obsessed with blood and head, and even ordered that every spear with the flag of blood rage must pierce a skeleton at the tip of the spear as a decoration and decoration for the clan. Symbolic.
"Still making a banner? Skeletons, blood-it looks like a mother's style."
Suddenly, Christian wearing thick deerskin gloves, holding a bowl of fragrant milk wine, gently opened the curtain door. Place the vessel made of skull on the delicate red lips of my sister.
"This is the first batch of milk wine brewed this spring. Let's taste it. The climate on this peninsula is so strange. If it weren't for counting every day, I almost couldn't tell the season."
"Yes, it's not far away, but it's completely opposite to the climate in my hometown."
Out of trust in her sister, Christina drank the contents of the cup without seeing her. The other's pair was exactly the same as her, with shining, dazzling red eyes like rubies, shining with a ray of revenge for success.
"By the way, on the square, there was a group of bloody brutal soldiers who clashed with the people from Thunder Spear, as if they were about to fight."
"What? Those idiots are making trouble again? Sandra set off on the expedition, forget it, I will mediate myself."
Christina sighed, gently lowered the unfinished battle flag, and hurriedly came to the square with the twin sisters.
However, she didn't see any bloody conflicts, only seven people who were deceived by the same reason and enraged with blood and anger. And the neatly arranged Thunder Spear soldiers. Like golems or controlled undead, they have always looked like this majestic guard, so they were not suspected by anyone.
"It looks quiet and peaceful, what about the bloodshed you are talking about?"
Rouge Lie Ma lowered his head in doubt, but a strong sense of dizziness suddenly hit her forehead. Christina was in a daze. If it weren't for the bard's help, she almost fell to the ground.
"Yeah, Christian! Your people said that something big happened here, we just put down the work in our hands and came to see," Kaur was blackened by the soot, and the other two scumbags were dissatisfied. Waving the forging tool in his hand.
Kuronia smelled a dangerous aura and felt that something was different. With his rough right hand, he gently grasped the hilt of the sharp blade. As everyone knows, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness stared at his every move.
"I didn't lie to you, sister."
Christian lightly opened the arms of the twin sisters and walked proudly in front of the leaders. Her petite body shivered slightly with excitement, and her delicate and beautiful bronze face was filled with uncontrollable excitement. The naturally curly brown hair is also flying freely under the blowing of the spring breeze.
"I call you here to let everyone witness this memorable moment! This poem will be sung by the bard for a hundred years!"
Christian skillfully drew out his shield and warhammer, the hammer head decorated with a lot of gold ornaments, and pointed directly at his biological sister who was distraught.
"Today, I will regain my position! Today, I will become the new Bloodrage Chief! Christina! My dear sister. According to the law of Bloodrage, I challenge your position!"
"Ke······Christian!!!"
Rouge Lima covered his head which seemed to be repeatedly stabbed by a thousand needles. Painfully let out a low growl of disbelief. The scenery in front of me is becoming more and more vague! The petite and lovely bard in front of him also turned into many phantoms.
Even if you are a dull person, you should react right now. That cup of wine, the cup of milk wine served by her own sister, was actually poisoned by her.
The bard looked up at his twin sister, the corners of his attractive mouth, frantically rising.
Things are as planned by Tolia, and progress is exceptionally smooth. In this state, Christina is absolutely impossible to be her opponent. She will become the blood-rage chief she dreams of! Hundred households who refuse to obey will be eliminated by Thunder Spear soldiers. My long-cherished wish was finally realized.
On the other hand, the army accompanying Painhurs' expedition will be faked into a terrible "accident". The descendants of God's Choice promised that she would capture her beloved pale white horse alive, and secretly send him back to the glory of Skerrit, creating a win-win situation-Jinlu will receive the allegiance of blood and rage. And Christian will get everything she wants.
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"Let's settle this matter, Painhurs."
Gulvia pulled out a composite longbow decorated with gold and jewels, and shouted.
"The descendants of God have an order! Can't let go of any of the blood fury people! Let them regret our chiefs at the last moment of their lives! Kill and recover the body of the pale white horse! Forge the illusion of his disappearance! So as to threaten them. To this ambush, the bloody and angry chief who knows well: Christian! AlanNure's chosen descendant!!!"
"AlanNure God's chosen descendant!!!"
Five hundred golden soldiers lined up in a neat line. They drew out the longbow feather arrows behind them one after another, and the sharp clusters of arrows pointed directly at the heart of the pale white horse!
"Sigrit! Take your black fangs against you! Let me see if you, your executioners who specialize in butchering compatriots, can kill those damn golden guards in a one-on-one situation!"
Pain Hess instantly drew the bow and arrow behind him.
"Monado the Beast! No matter how much the gold shoe gives you, I will give you twice as much!!!"
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