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Chapter 181: Shadow Fang
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Diodosiya Golden Lv Camp
"Chief, there is a problem with the plan! There is no news from Gulvia, Painhurs is missing!"
"Chief! Greenskin betrayed us! The personnel they left to contact, ran away!"
"Chief! I...we found the battlefield. The leader of the imperial army and the people she took out were all killed! All the soldiers were stripped and laid naked in the sea of grass. Let the birds and beasts peck at them. Weapons, armor, gold jewelry, and even the skull, all disappeared!"
"Chief! The city is mixed with bloody spies! Some people hiding under the black robes slander your reputation to other clans, saying that you want to eliminate all the chiefs and become king! Half of the city is in panic. Among them!"
"Chief! Gulvia's lost head was found! Some people in black carrying bloody sacks suddenly appeared in the center of the square. They opened the mouth of the bag and dumped five hundred bloody heads down! People around you spread unfavorable comments!"
"Chief..."
"To shut up!"
Toria let out a terrible growl. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was messy. The delicate face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray haze. The attendants next to him were trembling even more frightened by the descendants of God's choice. They lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the Chief Golden Foot, their beautiful silver eyes spitting out infinite anger.
A series of bad news, like dense raindrops, hit Tolia's heart severely, and she was in a bad mood. Chief Jinlu paced back and forth inside the stone hall. The silver horseshoe hit a series of low muffled noises on the wooden floor covered with animal skins.
"Sorry, I'm a little gaffe, let's continue. I want to see, what bad news is there today that can make my mood even more irritable?"
The descendant of God's election barely recovered her composure. She gently lifted the messy silver wire on her temples, smoothed her long hair, pinched it behind her ears, and looked at the scout in front of her coldly.
"The withered, withered, withered bones, and gray mane chiefs want to see you. They want to know whether the rumors outside are true." The golden scouts, who were all wet in cold sweat, responded tremblingly to the chief's words.
"Toriya!!!"
Before the descendants of God chose to answer, there was a terrifying loud noise in the direction of the door. The two chiefs were not patient people. Abhors raised his hands and countless vines broke through the ground in an instant, like dark green pythons, binding the golden guard guards firmly. Gorell turned sideways, his right shoulder draped in iron armor, and directly slammed open the closed door.
"Torya! What do you want to do! Send the guards, join the Stormpike clan, and a group of orcs to attack our blood-raged brothers and sisters? God, I still remember the first time we met, you said, You have to unite all the people and create a beautiful country!"
Abhuos looked at Chief Jinlu in his eyes, full of sorrow and disappointment. "Now, do you dare to say that again?"
"I want to unite all my compatriots to create a beautiful country."
The Descendants of God's Choice straightened their spine and met Chief Withered Bone's sight without fear.
"I was framed, brother. That day, I ordered Gulvia to hire a group of orcs, let these green-skin monster dogs bite the dogs, and clear the obstacles to the Kerch Peninsula.
However, things suddenly exceeded expectations. The orcs suddenly took a bite. Bloodfury and Thunder Spear were forced back to the north. My soldiers retreated to cover them, and the entire army was annihilated. Don't you think it is strange? As soon as the incident happened, every inch of the city's streets appeared black-robed men and horses, sparing no effort to slander my reputation? This is a long-planned conspiracy! conspiracy! "
"Yes...Is it?"
Looking at the determined descendants of God's choice, the two chiefs who didn't know anything about black fangs also felt a little shaken.
"Well, you'd better hold a meeting to get things started. Now the whole city has become a mess." Gorell's anger slowly dissipated. Both of them are the clan chiefs closest to Jinlu. Otherwise, it would not be the first time to ask Tolia for an explanation.
"What do those black-robed men and horses do? Send out an army to catch them? I can help you sweep a street or two."
"No. This blood feud, I want to do it myself! I want to use their blood to commemorate Gulvia's dead soul! You can help me arrange a meeting. I want to be in the hall and tell all the chiefs about the matter. the truth."
Looking at the back of the two of them going away, Tolia showed a grim smile.
"I will unite all my compatriots to create a beautiful country. But sometimes, in order to achieve the right goal, you must do everything possible."
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After the battle, most of the blood and angry people hurried back to the north. Only Sigrit, personally led a hundred elite black venom, quietly went south. With the help of spies and help from various ethnic groups, the bloody truth, accompanied by the heads of gold shoes, was spread to every corner of the city.
"Chief Jinlu is treachery! She hired orcs to try to kill Peinhess of the Bloodfury clan! Under the hands of the Holy Fire, they saved everyone's bravery! And...coming so fast!"
There is no papermaking in this ghost place, and sheepskin and cloth are too expensive. Printing is a gadget a few centuries later, so it's all about shouting.
The arrogant action of the black fangs was immediately watched by onlookers. Kilawar publicized it for a while, and ten soldiers with golden shoes in golden leather armor appeared at the end of the street, and opened the longbow in his hand to him. The sharp arrow clusters shone with a sharp cold light.
Without saying a word, the black lion elite rushed into the crowded crowd and fled to the remote alley. There are too many pedestrians around. For the sake of the clan's reputation, the Jinlu soldiers did not dare to shoot arrows casually, so they had to put away their bows and drew out a long contradiction card. Pushing and shoving the crowd, they were divided into two groups, and they were outflanked at both ends of the alley.
"Hurry up! Don't let go of that black robe!"
Toria's minions chased them all into the remote lanes. Just as they passed a corner, a sharp short spear, like lightning, pierced the blind spot of the field of vision and pierced the head soldier's neck fiercely!
The neck would have been heavily damaged. This spear stabbed with great precision and directly tore the opponent's trachea and arteries. The soldier dropped his weapon in horror and tightly covered the wound with his hands, trying to stop the blood gushing everywhere, but the blood still flowed through the broken trachea and drowned his live lungs.
"Damn it! If this person doesn't run away, he still dares to ambush us!"
The golden-footed soldiers uttered an angry roar. A predator stopped and tried to heal his brother's fatal wound. The other three held up their shields to protect their fragile necks and faces, and walked around the corner vigilantly: a pitch black His back is getting farther and farther away from them.
"Stop! Coward!!!"
After seeing the black figure rushing away, the three soldiers immediately charged forward, but they were so angry that they did not notice that there was a belt similar to the color of mud under their feet.
"Snapped!"
The brown belt, like a giant python that had been lurking for a long time, suddenly launched a fatal attack. The flexible body entangled the soldier's horseshoes and tied the two front legs tightly together. The golden-shoe warrior who lost his balance immediately fell to the ground, raising a large swath of dirty dust.
After hearing the familiar voice, Kilaval stopped escaping, playing with two short tapered spears, and greeted the chasers. Under the shadow of the black robe, that handsome face showed a hideous smile.
"the second."
Said the black fangs confidently. Under the order of the predator, a long dark green shadow fell from the sky! His viper partner jumped off the roof of the house, his sharp fangs pierced the thick skin and tough neck muscles instantly, squeezing the glands in the viper, allowing the terrifying neurotoxin to flow through the thin tubes. It gushes out through the hollow fangs. There seemed to be a delicate death poppy, quietly blooming in the flesh and blood of the centaurs.
"The third."
Looking at the golden-footed soldier holding the shield high, Kirawar walked forward, poking the soldier's eyes with the sharp tip of the spear! When the opponent held up the shield to block the attack and blocked his sight, another short spear accurately pierced the blood vessels and nerves of his front hoof.
The golden-footed soldier let out a scream, the unconscious horse's hoof softened, and the whole person leaned forward and fell. Expose the unsuspecting back neck on the tapered tip of the gun.
"the fourth."
The pitch-black military police licked the blood splashed on his lips. From the warm flesh and blood, he gently pulled out a short tapered spear, and the terrible sound of steel rubbing flesh and blood, to him, seemed to be a mellow death ballad.
The soldier who was declared dead let out a scream. He pulled out his dagger and frantically cut the belt that bound the horseshoe, but, too slow, the blood-stained short spear drew a stern arc of blood in the air. The thread tore directly through his skull!
"the fifth."
The blood-stained black fangs gently protruded out of the corner of the alley, and waved friendly to the medical staff. The man knelt on the ground, performing healing magic, trying to recover the horrible wound of the first wounded, his spear and shield were put aside.
He looked at the black-robed man in front of him in shock, unable to accept the fact that all three brothers and sisters died under his hands. I had to watch the sharp tip of the gun, which grew bigger and bigger in her pupils full of fear.
Kilaval removed the blood-stained black robe, and packed the viper into a dark, comfortable rucksack. He gently adjusted his collar, like an ordinary herder, quietly blending into the crowd in the street, leaving the five corpses and the other five golden-shoe soldiers behind, as if none of this had happened.
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Two: Crowned as King
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Chief Anran of Tasmar, carrying two feminine and handsome elves, the last one stepped into the stone auditorium. In addition to her, the chiefs of the six races have long been lying on a pile of soft and comfortable animal skins, waiting for the start of the meeting.
The most powerful chief of the golden footwear, under the protection of six golden foot guards, sits at the chief of the hall. Her graceful and beautiful body was tightly wrapped in a piece of golden steel and wood armor. The left hand wrapped around the vine, holding a gold staff carved into the shape of an eagle head, two oval azure sapphires, like a pair of sharp eagle eyes, exuding a faint arcane light.
A beautiful and luxurious horseshoe flag hung down from the beam of the house. Behind the descendants of God's choice, shake gently.
The other eight seats are placed on both sides of the golden shoes.
The four flags on the left are the Black Cloud Thunder of the Stormpike clan, the Bone Tree of the Withered Bones clan, the terrible falcon of the Greymane clan, and the fancy rose harp of the poet dead.
The four flags on the right are the rouge skull of the Bloodfury clan, the storm element of the Windhowl clan, the venomous tail of the poisonous bite clan, and the white fist of Tasmar, which means cooperation and unity.
"The seven chiefs are here, let's go, Toria. Please explain why your guard captain, with a large number of troops, sneaked out of the city? No matter if you really attacked the bloody compatriots ——Gulvia leading the guard out of the city is a fact that you cannot deny."
Hidden under the snakeskin cloak, the biting chieftain, with a gloomy old face full of wrinkles, took the lead in asking questions. He is leaning on a wand made of oak, and on the top of the wand is carved a dragon head with fins.
The descendant of God's Choice shook his finger, motioning for silence.
"Before I explain the reason for this incident, I want to explain a fact." Tolia cleared her throat. Speaking with eloquence.
"The times have changed, brothers and sisters. The time when you led your own clan and galloped on the grasslands is over. Our enemy is no longer the weak goblin war gang or the scattered orc clan. Today, our enemy, Much scarier than those guys.
In the West, under the leadership of their legendary wolf king, the black wolf sea lurks inside the tall and solid stone walls, silently licking the wounds, ready to swallow us up at any time. In the East, the orcs gathered the largest WAAAGH in a century! ! ! Greymane Chief Gorell personally said: In the south of the Black Sea, in addition to the flame-worshiping demonic empire, the two Roman kingdoms are even more powerful and desperate. "
Tolia looked around the chiefs sadly.
"I know that everyone is accustomed to the feeling of being above ten thousand people. They are unwilling to hand over their rights and surrender to other people. However, we cannot defeat the powerful enemies around us with one clan alone. We can only unite together. , We can get the right to survive in the years when the white disaster swallows all things!"
"We are united now. Are you still not satisfied with this?" Chief Wind Howl interrupted Toria's speech dissatisfied.
"of course!"
Descendants of God's Choice speak categorically. "This council is like nine goblin slaves tied together by anklets, each carrying a ghost! Each chief has his own ideas and uses his own small calculations. No matter how many people there are, they can't beat the strong around. Enemy! Chief Goril! Do you remember the last war? It was because you were greedy for meritorious service that you made Greymane and the golden shoe suffer a huge loss!"
"Your rescue at that time, I will always remember it."
The Greymane Chief lowered his head in ashamed.
"So, I propose to everyone to reorganize the ancient kingdom. And I, the descendant of Tomiris, the true Supreme King, will spend several times the amount of money to repay the citizens for the rights they have lost. I will lead you to defeat powerful enemies. , Build a powerful empire that does not lose to the Persian demon!"
Chief Jinlu raised his arms and shouted frantically to the sky. The stone hall fell into deathly silence. Only her crazy words full of ambition echoed back and forth in the hall.
"After I have finished speaking, who supports and who opposes?"
"I object!"
Chief Pena, the poet of the dead, broke the silence first, and the famous bard stood up and left. Twisting his graceful body exuding boundless charm, slowly came to the center of the hall. She is like a colorful peacock with an open screen, and like a beautiful prostitute. Showing off his beauty proudly.
"Yes, Toria, times have indeed changed. Your so-called god-chosen bloodline is already a fairy tale a hundred years ago!"
Peanna drew out a gorgeous thorn sword engraved with countless roses. The sharp point of the sword pointed directly at the descendant of God's choice. With the graceful singing voice like a nightingale, every word spoken seemed to be a refreshing song.
"We are both chiefs, how can we bend our knees to you!"
"That's right! I have seen the way you manage the clan! The people are not close brothers and sisters to you, but a sharp arrow that can be consumed at any time. We are born free, how can we become slaves! The kingdom can be? Rebuild, but the Supreme King may not be you!"
Mead, who was as straightforward as a storm, walked to the side of the leader of the dead poet and fought side by side with her. A group of terrifying storms gathered and formed in her soft palm.
Abhuos of the Withered Bones clan chose silence. He has no ambition to be king, he just wants to watch his ethnic group prosper.
The Greymane Gorell felt that it didn't matter. The lifestyle of their clan was to be hired, fight wars, and then take enough gold coins to make ends meet.
Supreme King? It's nothing more than a new customer. At the moment, Toria's price is very attractive.
"Four votes in favor, two votes against. The blood anger is absent, and she abstains automatically." Tolia confidently took out a roll of sheepskin. "This is a letter written by Chief Sandra. She agrees that I will become the Supreme King. If you don't believe it, you can watch it in person."
"I······"
The chief poison bite naturally wants to oppose it. Being included by another clan is a shame for the current chief.
However, he suddenly thought of something-during the meeting, all the chiefs only brought two or three cronies. There are solid and sealed stone walls all around, if it is really hostile to the descendants of God's choice... will I still have my life to leave here?
Thinking of this, Chief Bite looked at the exit of the hall from the corner of his eye, damn it! I don't know when, where a row of heavily armed guards stayed firmly! The forged metal shields and spears shone with cold light, and the gold masks were carved with terrible features enough to stop children from crying.
"In the beginning I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense, what do you say that everyone joins hands? You just want to lie to us and be your slave..."
Seeing that this ridiculous proposal was really likely to be voted through, Chief Wind Howl got anxious and tried to preemptively. However, before she could finish her words, Peanna quietly took a step back. A carved piercing sword drew a stern arc in the air, accurately piercing the back of Maid's heart.
The tip of the sword coated with blood and internal organ fragments pierced through the heart of Chief Wind Howl, and instantly pierced Maid's chest.
"As your imperial bard, the recorder, preacher, and singer of many epic poems in the future, how is this drama that seduce your enemies out? Honored Supreme King."
Peanna elegantly drew the blood-stained rapier from the flesh and blood of Maid. She took off a luxurious top hat decorated with countless feathers, and performed a complicated etiquette to the descendants of God's choice.
"Now, there are five tickets. According to the law we made together, Chief Jinlu, no, the proposal of the Supreme King is passed! Ah-I must create the most magnificent and majestic chorus to declare our ancient kingdom. Rebirth. The children and grandchildren of future generations will always remember this great day!"
The leader of the dead poet suddenly became interested, and endless inspirations poured into her mind like a flood. Peanna dropped the blood-stained saber and drew out a roll of sheepskin that she carried with her. With her right index finger dipped in the blood of Chief Wind Howl, she wrote shocking music symbols on the leather.
"Today! God's chosen descendant, crowned king!"
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Three: Howling of the Gale
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Sigrit curled up inside the most remote room in the Blood Tide Hotel, quietly listening to the report at hand, watching the development of the situation. This hotel, once owned by the Bloodfury clan, was one of the secret gatherings of the Gothic priests. There were several secret passages and secret doors.
Compared with other humans, these Goths from the North Sea Snow Plains are fat and sturdy and unusually burly. The excavated tunnel is also extra spacious. People who are taller than them, squeezed a little, can barely use them.
When Asana resigned, the priest told Painhurs all their secrets. Thinking of the black fangs coming to Diodosia to spread the news, the pale horse told this little girl everything.
The efficiency of the black fangs is impeccable. In just half a day, the conspiracy of the Chief Golden Foot spread throughout the city. However, it also caused a series of riots. A dozen executioners all suffered differently in their escape. The degree of damage. With the passage of time, the news brought back by the military police also made the countenance of the Heihu Baihu even more ugly.
The seven chiefs gathered in the Rock Hall and started another round of meetings. However, those imperial troops with golden masks surrounded the buildings?
Almost the entire army of the Jinlu clan was dispatched. Thousands of fully armed soldiers walked through and wandered through every street? And blocked the gates of the city!
It's sunny at noon. The site of the Wind Howl clan was besieged by Jinlu. They didn't make any concealment, they acted boldly in full view! The black husks lurking inside were almost wiped out. Only a few of them had good skills and barely ran back to report. At this moment, they were lying dying on a woolen blanket, receiving treatment from other predators.
"Damn it! Is Tolia crazy? Seeing that the conspiracy is revealed, she just doesn't stop doing it and starts a cleansing?" Sigrit was a little flustered, the city gate was sealed, she and the elite black fangs , Was blocked alive in the city.
"Chief! No, Hundred Households, it's not good-the spy planted in the dead of poetry has betrayed us!"
Suddenly, a bloodied and scarred military policeman, through a secretly dug tunnel, brought even more terrifying news to Sigrit. He had a short tapered spear stuck in his chest-it was a killing weapon exclusively for black fangs.
After the death of the sacred fire, the poet of the dead only chose dozens of children with extraordinary temperament, preparing to train them into bards. Peanna's clan is sparsely populated, and the members are as close as family. The children they took away did not complete the training of black fangs.
Therefore, her clan has always been the weakest link on the spy network.
"Sigrit! Look at the city walls! The flags of the Nine races of different colors on the battlements and towers fell to the ground side by side. Instead, they were all shining golden horseshoes!"
Hundreds of black lizards quietly probed outside the window. Not far away, the dark green viper tail flag and the lavender storm element flag, like two shrunken autumn leaves, slowly fell to the ground.
"Immediately summon all the black fangs and call back the brothers and sisters scattered in other clans! Reserve food for two days and go home immediately! Staying in the city is a chronic death, and Toria can catch us sooner or later!"
Sigrit said with a stern face that the stubborn and coquettish disguised in the past had disappeared without a trace.
"But we are too few, and the gates are so narrow—"
"Toriya must have done something terrible enough to make the Feng Howling clan draw their swords towards her, otherwise, they will not send a large army to encircle their territory-go! Let's get them!"
"What?" Several black fangs looked at their leader in disbelief.
"You are right, we are too few in number, and the gates are too narrow, but if there are dozens of elemental warlocks help, the situation will be very different!
listen! I don't know what stupid Chief Jinlu did, but she was scared! She was so scared that she would send all her troops to every street to suppress those who disobeyed her! And what we have to do is to unite all her enemies and fight the siege together! "
Sigrit raised the huge black bow that her family had passed down from generation to generation. The youthful and tender face was filled with trembling crazy colors.
"Come on, brothers and sisters, there are some traitorous heads waiting for us to harvest! Let all the people fear the name of our black fangs!"
"AlanNure Sigrit!!!"
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Under the horrible assault of the Jinlu clan, the Windhowl clan was caught off guard. Golden soldiers blocked an important street. The soaring flames swallowed up the wooden houses. The hard iron hoof stepped over the warm bones of old and weak babies.
Without the command of Chief Maid, the howling warlocks with no heads of dragons are in chaos, giving all kinds of contradictory orders to the soldiers! The chief warlock, Al'Akir, wasted a lot of time before gathering all the warlocks and soldiers, relying on every street and every house, and roared and launched a death counterattack against the golden men and horses who invaded their homes.
For a time, the golden shoes and the wind howl bend their bows and shoot arrows at the same time, and the dense clouds of feathers are like two waves of iron and steel facing each other, rising from the ground to the sky! The elemental warlocks drew an angry gust of wind. The golden feathers are blown to pieces. And the feather arrow of one's own side, riding on the uninhibited storm, became more and more terrifying, completely drowning the enemy of gold.
Hundreds of strong men and horses shining with metallic colors met dozens of howling warlocks in a narrow road inside a dim alley. Under the cover of the Javelin Yuya, the golden-shoe warrior with heavy helmet and heavy armor immediately shouted the name of the descendant of God's choice, and raised the stout lance in his hand.
However, those half-element pedigree men and horses made Jin Lu understand what is called the howl of the wind—their flesh and blood bodies became more and more illusory, turning into tyrannical winds one after another, embracing the enemy into their own terrifying embrace of flying sand and walking rocks. Hundreds of hideous and terrifying purple electric currents crackled within the flesh and blood shaped by the storm.
However, in the initial attack, Jin Lu was caught off guard by howling, and directly captured their warehouse. The secret of howling wind seems to be invisible in the eyes of the descendants of God's choice. They have lost all their arrow reserves, and the caster also has a limit on the number of spells. A defense of this scale will not last long at all.
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"Damn it-howling wind, dead bones, dead poets. This kind of clan with large-scale spell-casting troops is too terrible as an enemy. Fortunately, two of the three clans are loyal to me."
Listening to the terrifying howls of gusts and thunder in the distance, and watching the series of reports of unfavorable warfare under her, Tolia rubbed her temples fiercely, trying to relieve the fatal headache caused by overthinking.
In the parliament, facing the golden guard guards pouring into the hall like a tide, Chief Anran of Tasmar, and Chief Sogros who bite him consciously chose to surrender. The two were immediately tied up firmly by the golden warriors. Toria brought the chieftain to the clan. Quickly suppressed Tasmar's troops, let them stay quietly and don't move around.
At this moment, the descendant of God chose to perform the same trick again. With a full thousand golden guards equipped with iron riding gear, she stepped on the trembling pace of the other earth, pressed Sogros, and strode towards the bite station. Thousand faces embroidered with golden horseshoes, the gorgeous flags fluttering in the wind, condensed into a huge golden auspicious cloud in the air.
"There is no time. I must immediately eliminate the six clans in the south. In the north, Sandra's thunder spear may not be the opponent of blood and rage. The golden crown of the Supreme King is still on the head of another white horse... ··I really don't have much time to play with you! I, the descendant of God's choice! I will lead you to prosperity and strength by the tribes who rule the place! Or, watching you turn to bones."
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Four: The Bite of the Viper
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"Brothers and sisters of the poison bite clan! There have been traitors in the council, and they have set off a terrible rebellion in the city! The heroic soldiers from the Jinlu clan are doing their best to suppress this farce. Now it is dangerous outside. Please stay in the house. Internally, before the matter is over, don't act, don't act!"
Looking at the heavily fortified houses in front of me. Thousands of heavily armed gold-run forbidden troops escorted the poisonous chieftain who was tied up by the five flowers, surrounded the other side's territory, several golden masks, facing the inside of the house, biting the horses and horses vigilantly, and roaring loudly without shame.
"And your chief is suspected of rebellion, so he was detained by us first! Wait for the situation to calm down, and then ask. Don't worry! Brothers and sisters who bite! If the golden shoe catches the wrong person, the descendant of God will bring him personally. With a large amount of gold, I apologize to you! Please stay at home and wait for us to suppress the rebellion!"
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"Squeak--"
Sigrit pushed open a hidden secret door, and with the assembled black fangs, she barely squeezed out the narrow secret tunnel. Appeared in the courtyard of a house--all around, crowded with poisonous biting soldiers.
"Stop! Don't do it! Listen to my explanation!"
Seeing those ghastly compatriots, pulling out their weapons all at once, Sigrit hurriedly raised his arms and signaled that he had no weapons.
"We are members of the Bloodfury Clan! Painhurs's men! Toria's enemy! Your friend! Think about it, three months ago, which clan all members went north to free up a large area for you to live in. Area? We just came here with the help of the tunnel of the past!"
"Are you blood anger goblins, like to dig holes in the ground of the house?" A dark and melancholy man, without even looking at them, continued his work. Surrounded by the Jinlu clan, these poisonously biting warriors poured a bucket of light yellow suspicious liquid into the tub, and soaked a large amount of cloth in the center of the tub.
"Excuse me, are you the leader of the bite clan?"
Sigrit asked cautiously.
"You must not believe what Jinlu said! Their leader is like a silver poisonous snake, and his sweet words are full of poisonous pus!"
Seeing the other party continue their work, the black lizards tried their best to solve the problem and talked endlessly.
"Toriya is in fear! She is afraid of biting and howling, Tasmar unites and resists her rule! It has caused unbearable losses to her clan! That's why the lady said some nice words here. , Let you be paralyzed! Once the wind howl is submerged by the ocean of gold, it will be your turn next! Do you understand?"
"Interesting, keep talking."
The melancholic sagittarius with unhappy faces took out a piece of cloth soaked in light yellow liquid from the tub, and blindfolded his mouth and nose, and the two ends of the cloth were firmly tied behind his head, and then , She put on a metal helmet again. Drops of unknown drops of water ticked, ticked, and fell to the ground along the damp cloth.
"Time is in a hurry, I temporarily recalled 133 horses, enough to be a hundred executioners! Let's break through the siege and rescue the howling soldiers, and we will go out of the city together! Let's go to the north! There is a castle in the north, And powerful clans can resist the edge of Jinlu!"
"Good idea." The other poisonously biting horses, grabbed the cloth soaked in yellow liquid from the big basin, covering their mouth and nose.
"You... agreed?"
Sigrit raised her eyebrows, but she was a little surprised when she didn't expect this person to agree so easily.
"Why not? Those golden guys, at the moment when they grabbed my father and threatened my clan, it was tantamount to declaring war on all the poisonous bites!"
The gloomy Centaur showed an angry expression for the first time, and she pointed to the remaining cloth in the tub. Said to the black fangs.
"There are some left here. Take them and cover your mouth and nose carefully. This thing can neutralize the poison and let you fight for two or three hours in the poisonous mist."
"Poisonous fog? What kind of poisonous fog?"
Sigrit tilted his head in confusion.
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"Little Wawa, are you interested in listening to the old man tell me a story?"
On the other side, Sogros felt a little bored looking at the poisoned house that had fallen into silence and the chattering golden guard guard.
"Go ahead, Chief Biting."
Tolia said dismissively. Weapons, armor, and spellcasting materials were all confiscated. Forgive him for not turning the sky over.
"I want to talk about the origin of our clan. After the ancient kingdom was split and destroyed, the poisonous ancestors were chased by the enemy and forced to flee to the east. Ah, they came to a terrible desert. There is simply a human world. Purgatory.
In the daytime, the terrifying red sun will drop the sky full of flames, scorching hundreds of millions of gravel crazily. At night, the dead white moon blew the biting cold wind again. Desperately tearing flesh and leather. There is simply a forbidden zone of life! "
"So, all the poisons you cultivated were found in that desert?" Tolia was slightly interested.
"Yes, the only meats you can find there are hideous and terrifying poisonous insects, and ugly creeping creatures. We swallowed those poisons and lived through the first few years."
Chief Bite said indifferently.
"In order to avoid the enemy, everyone has spent a whole century in that hell. In order to survive, we will do whatever we can and do nothing! Within the clan, there is an extremely cruel tradition: being a man and horse. It hinders the continuation of the clan. At that time, whether he is a slave or a chief, all fighters have an obligation to end his life immediately."
"Wh..." The silver pupils of the descendant of God's Choice began to tremble slightly. She understood what the other party meant, but it was too late.
Inside the house, two melodious and majestic horns rang in succession. Taking advantage of the conversation between the two, the poisonous bite has finished preparing for the battle.
Accompanied by the war trombone, the closed windows and doors were suddenly pushed open. Numerous poisonous warriors covered their mouths and noses with moistened cloth, threw bags of bulging stomach pouches at the golden mask outside the window, dark green irregular particles inside, the moment they were in contact with the air, they immediately issued a horrifying scream! Vaporized into a cloud of dark green steam, covering everyone in a dark green poisonous mist!
Covered by poisonous fog, the golden army suddenly screamed! Under the blowing of the sea breeze, the poison gas penetrated into their metal armor, making it difficult for the Forbidden Army to breathe one by one, and the throat seemed to be burned by a ball of flames! The retina is even more densely covered with bloodshot blood!
"charge!!!"
After confirming that the poisonous cloud had enveloped the entire street, thousands of poisonously biting soldiers covered by cloth and covering their noses and mouths gushed out of the closed gate like a tide. They let out a dull battle roar, waved the spears and blades in their hands, and rushed to the offspring of the chosen God who was caught off guard!
As a high-level druid, Toria is immune to any poison. However, she was surprised to find that out of the 100 dead poets brought by Peanna, there were more than 50 people, just like her, unscathed in the horrible poisonous fog.
Chief Jinlu, staring at the bards who are so enchanting--they breathed poisonous gas around them intoxicated, their round pupils, as if pulled by a pair of invisible hands, became more slender and sharp. Like the vertical pupil of a poisonous snake.
"Every clan has some little secrets. My king."
Payana stretched out a slender index finger and put it between her glamorous red lips, and made a silent gesture to the descendant of God's choice. Her sexy skin is covered by a dazzling large swath of tattoos. When some flesh and blood turns into solid scales, it is almost impossible to be noticed by outsiders.
"Let my poem dead, for your enthronement, present the first song composed of blood and poison!"
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Five: Passing on
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The dark green poisonous cloud filled with the breath of death, like the tide of a bursting embankment, and like a monstrous air wave, instantly engulfed tall houses, occupying a wide street, and the thick poisonous fog that was constantly churning, just like the grin of the gods of death. , Hissing in everyone's ears.
The armored rider without the slightest toxic antibody has accelerated breathing and disordered heartbeat. It seems that a lively rabbit is in the stomach, and it is overwhelming! The bite chief who did not have any protection, was also shrouded in poisonous mist, tears streaming, he bent down in pain, and coughed up a pool of shocking blood.
"Little girl! I have lived for seventy or eighty years. As a chief, I have led the clan through sixty-seven cold winters! What blessings have I not enjoyed? What sufferings have not been eaten? Death is even more important to me. A kind of relief! Hmph, as expected of my daughter, she directly used the most terrifying poisonous mist! For the continuation of the people, I will take all your elites and bury them together!"
Sogros really supported his frail body, and made a crazy mockery at the stern-faced descendant of God behind him.
"Good job! The clan will leave it to..."
"Close...cough! Cough! Shut up! Old stuff!"
The golden guard swung his spear and swept it, knocking down to the ground the bite chief whose immune system was almost completely disabled due to aging. They are now crying and they are extremely weak, and every breath will cause heart-piercing pain!
However, these people are worthy of the name [Golden Guard]. Without a golden mask, put down the weapon and shield in their hands, facing the roaring and biting soldiers, they still supported their weak bodies, hiding behind a generous kite shield, and using a wet and fuzzy sight, they tried to identify the enemy. The figure, erected a golden spear.
"Kill out! Don't be too entangled here!"
Across the damp cloth, Sigrit's voice became very muffled.
However, the bite did not pay attention to the cry of the alliance, their eyes full of hatred and anger, all staring in Tolia's direction! A venomous snake-tailed flag was hunting and hunting in the poisonous cloud. The soldiers issued a gruesome roar, forming a sharp wedge-shaped front, holding up their lances and spears, and under the cover of the rain of arrows, in the poisonous cloud. Shrouded in. Initiated a death charge!
"Protect the chief! Paul... hehe! Protect the descendants of God's choice!"
With the dizzy golden masks, there was no way to bend their bows to aim. They had to retreat to the inside of the tunnel, relying on the terrain to form a thick and neat shield wall.
Accompanied by the thunderous and thunderous sound of horseshoes, one slender feather arrow struck brilliant sparks on the armor, and a sharp spear shone with a sharp cold light!
The armor coverage rate of the golden-footed soldiers is scary, and these forbidden troops are even more elite among the elite. Everyone wears full-length chain armor and flexible leather armor. The left chest is even tied with a pocket shield made of pure iron, and a lock-armor headscarf woven by countless iron rings, which hangs from the top of the head to the chest. The shoulders and neck were protected tightly, and there was also a metal mask on his face, exposing only the nostrils and eyes to the air.
As a large monster weighing one ton, the short-distance charge on the street can't exert its full strength, unable to shake the wall of flesh and metal, and pierce the line of gold shoes. A sharp spear, accompanied by a low battle roar, rushed out of the dense poisonous cloud, but was blocked by the oncoming shock wave, and was even knocked backwards! Some captain-level bans have a sheep's head ring cast in bronze on their fingers.
The poisonous biting army without the advantage of charging, still shook the flag of the viper's tail, and launched a close battle with the weak forbidden army. Their spears and swords, on the surface of the metal armor, and shields, draw brilliant sparks. Even if these golden shoes are poisoned by the terrible poison, the poisonous bite can hardly break their armor and cause decisiveness. s damage.
And these poisonous experts, only about one-tenth of the number, were wearing solid iron armor half-length, but in the close-range melee, they were poked blood dripping with a golden spear.
Under the leadership of Sogros's eldest daughter, some armored biting nobles launched three terrifying charges, and were repelled by the enemy three more times. The corpses of both sides covered the entire street. When she was pushed back by the Forbidden Army's siege ring and spear for the third time, the biting chieftain at the end of her field of vision was already lying in a pool of blood and completely stopped convulsing.
"Listen to the advice of those bloodangered soldiers and retreat! Chief! The poisonous mist has begun to dissipate. Don't die here for nothing!"
The poisonous bite veteran grabbed Putrace by the shoulder. Begin to call Sogros' eldest daughter the new [chief].
"Yeah, let's go! This hatred, blood rage will definitely pay you back! Hell, your poisonous fog is so terrible, our poisonous snake is dying, and can't join the battle at all. In case the army of golden shoes scattered throughout the city will return to help. Everyone can't leave at all!"
"But, I never thought I would kill my father! My plan is not like this! My plan is not like this! I thought that poisonous fog can break the formation of the golden shoes, and I can take someone to rescue him as soon as possible. Come back! I never thought about killing him! I never thought about killing him!"
The gloomy and silent Putress cried out with sobs, and personally killed his father's sins, causing the strong soldier to fall into great grief and self-blame. She looked helplessly at the hundreds of black dogs, her once gloomy and calm eyes were full of self-blame and hesitation.
Sigrit sighed, she gently hugged the other's blood-stained body, comforting the painful new chief.
"I swear to you, the Bloodfury clan will surely let the bastards of the golden shoes pay the blood debts. Think about it! What is the death of Chief Sogros! Don't let his sacrifice be wasted! Now, you are poisonous. The biting chief! You carry the lives of all the people on your shoulders! Believe me, this heavy burden once fell on my shoulders. We must grit our teeth! The clan that made our ancestors devote all their lives and worked hard has changed. Be more prosperous and prosperous. Only in this way can they comfort their souls who have gone away."
Listening to Sigrit's sad words, the blood-covered Putrace stopped crying. She silently drew out her dagger and slashed her cheek, letting blood gurg down instead of tears. She returned to the dull and gloomy state, and blew two rapid and stern cornets that represented retreat.
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Under the protection of the imperial army, half of the dead poets who ignored the toxins pulled out beautiful flutes and elegant harps. Played a fascinating song. Suppresses the toxins in the companion's body.
Along with the vigorous emerald light, more and more dead poets stopped their painful low coughs, and the poison inhaled into their bodies was temporarily suppressed by magic. They struggled to get up from the ground, drew their exquisite instruments, and joined the magnificent chorus.
When all the dead poets regained their combat power, the bards and the descendants of the gods, who were archdruids, began to suppress the toxins of the Forbidden Army. After a while, all the second-ring spell slots of the casters were exhausted. , Replaced by an elite force composed of one hundred and seventy-five imperial troops and one hundred bards.
"The poisonous fog is starting to dissipate, those little bastards are going to run! Cut, originally wanted to use the corpse of this old thing as bait to trick more poisonous bites to come and die. It seems that the other party has learned to be clever. Charge! Catch them. You guys! Go and notify the nearby generals, let them rush to the north gate with their soldiers, and stay there firmly, not letting any of the rebels go away!"
The pupils of the descendants of God's Choice exudes endless killing intent. She grabbed a handful of horns decorated with gold and precious stones, letting the melodious and majestic long-sounding sound resound through the sky.
"Woo-woo -"
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