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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Six: The Blessing Blade
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The battle lasted for an entire hour. The golden shoe army responsible for attacking the Windhowl clan had already stopped shooting in front of the storm. They just held high their shields and kept advancing forward.
With the passage of time. The counterattack of the howling became paler and weaker, and the overwhelming rain of arrows became thinner and thinner. The howling wind became weaker and monotonous.
"There are very few arrows left on the opponent, and it is estimated that the spell positions of those warlocks will be consumed seven or eighty-eight. The people in front! Withdraw! Reserve team, prepare to attack! Don't use bows and arrows, don't give away. Those traitors provide ammunition! For the Supreme King! Charge!!!"
Seeing that the time had come, Uerdin sounded the horn of war. The warriors who had been fighting on the front line retreated back in an orderly manner. And the soldiers who have been resting in the rear, recharged, tidied up the studded leather armor on their bodies, held up their spears and shields, led by some nobles in chain armor, in the shadow of a golden banner. In, look up to the sky and scream!
"AlanNure God's chosen descendant!!!"
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"Teacher! The source of our spells is almost exhausted! The guards can't hold it!"
Inside the courtyard, a few sweaty and almost collapsed horses and horses were limp on the soil. The white robes on their bodies were completely soaked in sweat, sticking to the skin sticky. Sweat beads the size of soybeans slowly dripped to the ground along the wet hair tips.
"We will all die here."
The chief warlock Alakir, leaning on a five-foot-long sword, calmly stated the terrible facts to his warlock students.
"The storm heralded the death of Maid. Most of the warlocks who went with her have already returned to the royal court of pleasure, beside our gods. And we are about to join them. In the hall of Skerrit Enjoy the joy of Yonghen."
"But, before that."
Al'akir's conversation turned, the storm current of howling crazily, accompanied by the thunder and lightning resounding through the sky, instantly wrapped around the blade of the great sword, turning the five-foot-long horrible great sword into a one that made the bravest the bravest All of the warriors are terrified of killing blades.
"We want the murderers of the golden shoes to pay the price for this betrayal! We want Toria's minions to suffer the pain and despair that the chief has experienced! We want to fight and die in our own homeland! Then straighten our chests, Tell the great chief personally what a terrible price he paid to kill us, those golden scumbags! We are worthy of the name of howling until the moment of death!!!"
"Let those tiny scum be wiped out in the squally wind!!!"
Seeing the soldiers stepping on the corpses of the howling soldiers and striding into the courtyard, the golden-shoeed soldiers strode into the courtyard, and Al'Akir, whose spell slot was empty, braced his weak body and let out an angry roar. Pushing the big sword named Thunder Fury, he walked forward quickly, with the sharp tip of the sword, rubbing the brilliant sparks on the stone slab.
The golden-shoe soldier who rushed into the hall first pierced the spear in his hand against the Howling Chief Warlock. The sharp tip of the spear hit an invisible barrier of spells, unable to break through the arcane power. field.
Al'akir stabs his hands violently and lifts it up. The sword tip that was originally rubbing the ground instantly moves under the soldier's hoof, and then draws a bloody arc upwards! Entangling the wind and thunder, the blade blessed by the elemental creatures cut the enemy's armpits and easily cut off his right arm, causing the broken limb holding the spear to whirl in blood and fall to the dust. in.
"boom!!!"
The chief warlock waved his hands, and the blood-stained great sword hung high above his head was chopped down again, following the enemy's unsuspecting right side, as if cutting melons and vegetables all the way, slicing the opponent's flesh and blood skin, and Neuroskeleton, cut off half of his body in one breath! Fragmented ribs and internal organs, along with the spewing blood, stained the courtyard gate red.
The soldier, the flesh and blood touched by the giant sword, seemed to be directly bombarded by thunder, like coke, becoming pitch black and fragile. When the breeze blew, it turned into hundreds of small black debris and fluttered with the wind.
"Scatter in smoke! Dregs!"
"AlanNure Skerritt!!!"
Looking at the most powerful and wise warlock in the clan, he still fought bravely after his spells were exhausted. The wind howling warlocks dressed in commoners rekindled their fighting spirit. Without spells and arrows, they wielded spears, swords, and the armor of the wizard has not disappeared. They shouted the great names of the gods, and The golden shoes who invaded their homeland launched a desperate duel!
Facing the brave and good warriors who are not good at close combat, the warlocks who are not good at melee quickly fell into the wind. They could only rely on the favorable terrain and occupy and retreat, while Aorakir was like a raging tornado storm, and all around him were fragmented. Flesh and blood!
No one dared to approach him. The blessing blade in the hands of the chief warlock, accompanied by the screams of the wind and thunder, opened and closed, even if it was a strong chain mail, it would be cut by a sharp and heavy blade, and could not bear the second. Slash. And some feather arrows shot by the compound longbow can only hit ripples on the invisible arcane force field.
"Charge! Charge! Charge! Who can kill the chief warlock, I will give him the head of that man, equal weight gold!"
Uerding stood at the end of the team, directing this encirclement and suppression operation. Under his command, the golden-footed soldier slowly compressed the living space of Wind Howl. With the exhaustion of spells and arrows, the damage of the opponent is slowly expanding.
The balance of victory is falling in the direction of the golden shoe.
Seeing that the situation is going well, the Jinlu nobleman gave a satisfied smile. Even if the Bloodfury Clan defeated Sandra's Thunder Spear, his vitality would have been severely injured, and the Chief...No, she should be called the Supreme King now. The Supreme King is surrounded by four clans: golden shoes, gray mane, withered bones, and dead poets! The chiefs who bite and Tasmar were also captured, and then some hardliners were killed. It was only a matter of time before their people surrendered.
And as a general of the descendants of God's choice, his identity will surely rise by then, holding three or four young and pretty mares, looking at the cattle and sheep that belong to him, the mountains and plains...
"hiss--"
Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded beside Uerding. A few irregular dark-green solids, exuding clusters of dark-green thick poisonous clouds, and terrifying air waves, instantly swallowed him and the soldiers who had been removed and exhausted! The feather arrows covering the sky and the sun are also like majestic rain, slamming behind them, bursting into bloodshot waves!
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Chapter 187: Meeting of the Three Clans
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The gold-shoeed soldiers who stayed behind and trimmed fought the storm and sharp arrows for several hours. They were already exhausted, lying on the ground scattered and resting. At this time, he was suddenly covered by a dense poisonous fog and a majestic arrow rain, and he was immediately defeated. The sound of coughing up blood, crying, and howling, accompanied by the messy and noisy sound of horseshoes, resounded through the sky.
"Don't run! Line up! Meet the enemy! You bastards! We are about to win! We are about to eliminate those centaur and half-element wind howling bastards!"
Uerding hurriedly raised the shield. In an instant, dozens of sharp feather arrows, like raindrops, hit the surface of the kite shield, and the left arm of the trembling gold-lugged nobleman numb. He resisted the pain and discomfort after the poisoning, and threw the spear in his hand, accurately piercing the back of a deserter. The warm blood splattered the six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of nearby people and horses.
"The Jinlu clan can't tolerate deserters! Only death is waiting for the coward! But it is the mountains of cattle and sheep, and the mountains of gold and silver that greet the brave! Cough cough! You all come back to Lao Tzu! Otherwise, I swear, you will compare He died even more miserable!"
"Have you seen the one wearing chain mail? He is well equipped, he is the largest, and he is still yelling. Most of them are generals in golden shoes! Predators! Focus your firepower!"
Uerding suppressed the defeated soldiers, relying on the terrain, barely organized a defense, but this also exposed his commander's identity. The mixed army of black lizards and poisonous bites opened their bows and arrows one after another, unleashing boundless anger at him! Hundreds of sharp arrows completely destroyed the shield filled with feather arrows. The dense clusters of arrows were like swarms of locusts passing by, and only a mess was left wherever they passed.
Watching the commander fall into a pool of blood like a scarlet hedgehog. The morale of the soldiers completely fell to the bottom, screaming and fleeing in all directions!
The poison bite army was also exhausted after a long battle. However, these men and horses who were driven to a dead end burst out with terrifying power. They gritted their teeth and continued to fight.
Those golden shoes can run away, they can fall apart. What awaited them was Toria's flogging and punishment. During the war, the Supreme King would not easily execute soldiers. However, if the poisonous bite stops here, only death awaits them.
A black robe, a man and a horse with a cloth covering their mouths and noses, wielding two short spears, under the shadow of the sky with feathers, rushed out of the dark green poisonous cloud, and they let out a beast-like addiction. The fearless roar of blood rushed into the wide alley. Hit hard behind the Jinlu attacking troops!
A short tapered spear pierced through the pliable leather armor, tearing and tearing the throat viscera of the golden shoe. The terrifying waves of scarlet face dyed the deadly fangs red. Sigrit, who had just grown up and had little combat experience, joined the battle surrounded by military police. She tremblingly pulled away her mother's black bow, and let a deadly arrow pierced the enemy's throat.
"Ok?"
The wind howling warlocks raised their eyebrows in doubt. During the bloody battle, they heard the third kind of battle cry, and the formation of the golden-footed soldiers in front of them began to collapse and waver.
Although he didn't know what happened, Al'Akir swung the great sword in his hand, roared in the name of Skerrit, and charged forward. The blessing blade entwined with storm and thunder was like a windmill in a wheat field. Rotating wildly among the enemy forces, there was a roar of violent wind. Where Jianfeng passed, there were broken flesh and broken limbs, and dripping blood flying all over the sky.
The golden shoes were trapped in the lanes, and the huge army suffered from the enemy. The advantage of quantity is totally unplayable. In the front is Al'Akir roaring loudly, controlling the wind and thunder, and behind is the cruel and ruthless black military police like a bloodthirsty beast. The two clans are constantly compressing their living space. The golden horses and horses in the middle felt that their bones would be squeezed to pieces by the colleagues beside them!
Not only that, the poisonous bite was still behind the black lizard, shooting a sharp feather arrow exuding a pale green color. There is no way to hide from the soldiers with gold shoes. They can only watch the poisoned arrows, which are getting bigger and bigger in their pupils.
Some wounded soldiers fell to the ground screaming with soft feet. Then, the position he vacated was immediately occupied by his colleagues, and there was no room for him to get up. Countless hard horseshoes kept trampling on her huge body, and the sunlight was also blocked by densely packed flesh and blood. The air around me became more and more filthy and sparse.
Many people did not die in the hands of the enemy, nor did they die under the hooves of the same robe, but suffocated alive in the crowd.
I don't know how long it took, all the gold shoes on the whole street were killed in the inferior position of the enemy. After killing the last enemy, Al'Akir, who was covered in blood, and Sigrit, who was surrounded by herds of husks, trampled on the piles of corpses, and finally saw the heroic appearance of each other.
"Diodosia can't stay any longer, fellow Wind Howl. Hurry! Ride Toria and don't react, let's go to the north! Go to the Glory of Skerrit. Join forces with the Bloodrage Clan, and everyone will avenge the Jinlu Hope!"
Sigrit resisted the discomfort, generously, stretched out her clean little hand, and clasped it tightly with the blood-stained palm of the chief warlock.
"It's also a good idea to fight with Penhurs hand in hand. It's just..."
Alakir put down the giant sword in his hand wearily, and looked around at the corpse mountain and blood sea. In order to protect the caster, the predators and warriors in the clan were killed and wounded under the attack of the golden shoes. Only two hundred storm warlocks survived.
The chief warlock's resolute face revealed a bitter smile. Once upon a time, Feng Howling was also a powerful clan with a population of two thousand. Today, he was betrayed suddenly by the golden shoe, and he was beaten out of ten. The corpses of the horse and the old man covered every corner of the courtyard.
"Look."
Sigrit and the black fangs under his command lifted the pitch-black cloak. On their armor, there is a horror totem with a mouthful of blood.
"The totem of black fangs? You were disbanded and divided up?" Alakir asked suspiciously.
"However, Painhurs respects our culture and beliefs. He allows us to continue to use the totems of the clan. He is fair and unselfish, rewards and punishments are clear, and he has established a complete legal system to make the entire clan more prosperous! Thousands of people submit The bloody and angry people are willing to fight blood in the system he has established.
I understand your concerns. In fact, all the black fangs still belong to me. Although my name is [Hundred Households], I still exercise the rights of the black chieftain! Just to obey his orders. Look, your warlock is so powerful. With the help of the power of thunder and storm, he fought tenaciously against multiple golden shoes, and even gained the upper hand for a time! Believe me, the Bloodfury clan, will not deprive you of your rights and break up your people. "
"I have no other choice, do I?" Alakir sighed up to the sky.
"It's a pleasure to fight with you."
The three leaders signed a temporary covenant on the mountain of blood. At this time, several eagles covered in blood also waved their broken wings and landed slowly on the ground. Dark feathers. Slowly retracting into his flesh and blood, his compact physique has skyrocketed into a half-man and half-horse that is seven feet tall and weighs one ton.
"What happened? Why are you covered in blood? What about the others?"
Putress asked, these people are druids who bite and black venom. Turn into an eagle and go to the sky to investigate intelligence. However, when they set off, there were a total of forty-two people. After returning, only half was left.
"Hey, don't mention it, the sky is full of golden-footed eagles! We were recognized by the golden-footed druids. It was a bloody battle—they were so many in number that we tried our best to withdraw."
The leading Druid, smeared the blood from his face with his palm. Speaking angrily.
"The Tasmar clan has surrendered, and now there are only scattered people on the street who are fighting against Toria's rule. We will rescue those people. We will not get many alliances. Instead, we will waste too much time. It is not worth the loss! Let's go! Several gold-tied armies have returned to the gates! Toria's forbidden army is slowly recovering! If we don't leave, we will all die here!"
"Which gate is weaker?" Alakir said breathlessly. He held the huge sword as a cane. The four slender and strong horses shook lightly because of exhaustion and collapse.
"Very strong."
Druid said helplessly. "The east-west gate is guarded by two golden-lug generals, the north gate? Gorell took all her gray-mane cubs, entrenched where they are, waiting for us to be baited."
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Chapter 188: Pincers Offensive
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Accompanied by the death of the battle commander, and the destruction of the two main forces. The rest of the gold-footed soldiers who participated in the siege completely lost their intent to fight in the battle roar mixed with three different voices. They screamed, wailed, cried, and screamed, screamed, and screamed.
The Wind Howl clan regained its own warehouse, and distributed the accumulated food, grass, luggage, and generosity to the two allies. Everyone quickly slaughtered the captive livestock, directly swallowing the bloody raw meat of cattle and sheep, quickly regaining the energy of the body, replenishing the arrows and ammunition, and the grain and grass from the north, and then picked up some light and valuable things and stuffed them into their bags.
As for the remaining things that can't be taken away, just burn them all up-Al'Akir would rather burn the clan's property than let them fall into the hands of God's chosen descendants.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the poisonous man and horse made a big pot of light yellow unknown liquid, and let Feng Howl cover his mouth and nose with a cloth soaked in the liquid medicine.
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Diodosiya North Gate
"coming!"
Gorell's calm eyes flashed with arrogance. The buildings near the city gate were burned to the ground by wolves as early as the Second Battle of Diodosiya. There are too many things to be busy with, and there is no shortage of shelter. Therefore, they have not had the energy to rebuild these remote houses.
Right now, this open space is very suitable as a tomb for a traitor.
Looking at the three differently decorated flags, accompanied by the trembling of horseshoes, they quickly approached here. The gray-mane soldiers wearing Roman-style equipment are ready for battle under the banner of the gray falcon. Relying on the inner side of the city wall, they arranged in a dense arc-shaped gun array, and firmly guarded the city gate. Inside the front line, countless soldiers were on the string, ready to shoot a dense rain of arrows.
"Woo-woo -"
The two sides blew the horn of war at the same time, one by one, the slings rotated at high speed in the hands of the poisoned soldiers, making a piercing whistling sound. The poisonous poison contained in the animal skin drew a dark green dark arc in the air, causing the dense poisonous cloud to descend on the material plane like death. The surging air wave swallowed the entire city gate in an instant! What followed was an overwhelming intensive rain of arrows!
Release poisonous fog, arrow rain to wash the ground, and group charge. Once not twice, one thousand is not enough two thousand! This is the tactical thinking of the poison bite clan for a century.
However, the arc-shaped front of Gorell was just a bait to seduce the enemy to the bait. In two consecutive conflicts, the information about poisonous bites and black roosters has spread throughout the city through the imperial army, the ruined soldiers, and the druids of the golden shoes.
When the slings loaded with poisonous projectiles began to rotate, the gray-mane centaur, which was placed in a defensive formation, raised the spear in his hand and launched a charge forward. They gave up the defensive work of the city gate and directly attacked the exhausted coalition forces. Only the unlucky person who was in the last line and didn't run fast enough inhaled the horrible poisonous mist. Six limbs and hundreds of skeletons were trembling gently, bending. He lowered his head and coughed up a string of red bloodshot eyes.
"Use the commander of Anikus to teach our strategy!"
Gorell snarled loudly. As the predecessor of the Roman Empire's foreign cavalry, the Greymane Centaur has learned a lot of new tricks from humans and elves under the perennial ears and inks.
I saw that the two teams had about 500 people. Wearing Roman chain armor, tall and burly heavy cavalry lined up in two sharp conical lines. They held up Cantos's lances, one left and one right, trying to pierce the two wings of the coalition forces, while the center was one. Thousands of lightly armed men and horses wielding spears and big shields moved forward neatly.
More than forty druids with golden shoes and gray mane turned into terrifying falcons, casting the shadows of their wings onto the shadows of the coalition forces!
"The opponent is exhausted! Charge! Charge! Charge!!!"
The young and energetic Chief Gorell, still standing at the forefront of the cone formation, took the lead in the charge. The four slender and well-proportioned horse hooves turned into afterimages that the naked eye could not catch. The flags tied to the spears were hunting and hunting in the roar of the wind!
Exhausted and scarred, he bit the horse, and also roared at the name of the clan, raised the spear in his hand, and launched a charge towards the heavy armored unit of Gorell. However, the spear in his hand is less than two meters. The standard lance of the Roman cavalry was four meters long.
"Puff!"
Accompanied by the terrible sound of steel rubbing flesh and blood, the sharp spears ripped apart and pierced the throat of the poisonous bite, and the red blood splashed all over the face of Gorell. The soldier who rushed forward, staggering backwards, should fall. The huge corpse tripped the allied army who was caught off guard behind him, and the men and horses further behind had to slow down, so that the momentum of the poisonous bite charge was stagnated.
The chief of Greymane did not slow down, she released the riding spear in her hand, pulled out the kite shield behind her back, the battle axe on her waist, and the hard horse hooves, trampled on the corpse of the same race, and continued to charge forward!
"For the chief!"
The assault troops that accompany Gorrel also shouted a romanized battle cry, and entered the bite army. A sharp and slender spear, with the help of invincible men and horses, tore through and pierces the enemy's flesh, harvests, and slaughters the enemy's life.
At the end of the charge, these heavy-armored elites immediately pulled out the battle axe, which saves iron ore resources, and has excellent armor-breaking ability, and the huge kite shield. They held up their shields, protected their bodies, and slammed into the enemy group! Then, swinging a heavy hand axe, like a ruin, a bloody crack was torn in the coalition front!
A hatchet kept raising and falling, the blood on the blade of the axe became more and more, and the terrifying roar of battle became louder and louder!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The druid soaring in the sky, the power of the supplicant god, releases scorching fire and roaring thunder towards the people on the ground. Cooperate with two heavily armored assault troops to fight. The scorching flames burned the clothes and armor of the horses and the horses, and the ferocious thunder paralyzed the flesh and tendons of the enemy. To make the enemy more and more chaotic, two heavy-armored assault troops, wielding axe frantically, let the fragments of shields and armor, accompanied by broken limbs and broken arms, and dripping blood flow all over the sky!
Under the druid's spell bombardment, the impact of the left and right wings of the heavy cavalry, without spending too much time, directly smashed through the two wings of the coalition army, leaving behind the flesh and blood corpses on the ground.
"Tsk - although it is collecting money to do things, although I have adapted to the cruel battlefield, but the feeling of slaughtering my compatriots... Damn! Don't be so weak! The war is not over yet!"
Gorell tremblingly wiped off the blood on her face. In the past, she could fight bloody battles with various monsters for the gold of the Romans, cut off their heads, and drink the blood of the enemy. As long as the price is right, she can also slaughter innocent civilians and burn the entire village to fire. Do all sorts of dirty work for those honest hypocrites.
Those people's miserable crying, for the mercenary leader, is just a beautiful ballad, it is a praise to her formidable strength! The helpless gaze of those people will not let the Chief Greymane shake the slightest. The dripping blood of those people made Ge Ruier understand that she belongs to the strong in this world where the weak eats the strong. She has the right to decide the fate of the loser!
But-the miserable and desperate scream of the poisonous bite is so harsh at this moment! She made her six limbs and a hundred skeletons tremble gently. Before her compatriot died, the unwillingness and despair in her eyes made her two hearts seem to be held tightly by two big hands, and bursts of heart-wrenching pain came. The usual fragrant smell of blood, at this moment, makes Chief Greymane cover his mouth and nose, almost nauseous!
"Chief, are you okay?"
A few bloody elite gray bristles also caused some confusion and discomfort. Looking worriedly in the direction of the chief.
"I'm fine, continue with the next strategy."
Gorell waved his hand, resisting the discomfort, and continued the bloody civil war. In her plan, the light armoured unit in the middle will stick to the enemy's central unit. The two-winged heavy armored men and horses, combined with the magical bombardment of the druids in the sky, quickly pierced through the two wings of the enemy, and finally converged behind the enemy to form a pincer-shaped offensive. Your own army is like a heavy iron tongs, while the enemy is between the sharp tongs. Let yourself be slaughtered.
Next, his own soldiers will encircle the enemy in the center of the battlefield. The warriors of Greymane will charge the enemy from all directions. Compress the enemy's living space step by step, slowly cannibalize, and annihilate their vital power. In this situation of being attacked back and forth, no army can resist for too long.
In the past mercenary career, this tactic was almost unsatisfactory. His own tribe is responsible for charging and piercing the enemy's wings, while the heavy armored infantry of the 15th Apollo Legion under Anicus is responsible for holding the enemy's central main force and pushing forward step by step.
But—Gorell had forgotten a little. Generally 2.3 meters high and weighing a ton of horses and horses, paired with sophisticated weapons and armors, and years of training, it is indeed a spear with unparalleled sharpness. Can tear the defense lines of most military forces.
But-as a defender, they are far behind the Roman Legion, and the enemy that more than a thousand light cavalry has to face is still as terrifying as theirs! It is the elite of the elite tribes of black leucocephalus, poison bite, and wind howl!
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Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Nine: Escape
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"It's now! The mercenary leader who killed the red eye really smashed through our front, all the way to the back of the team. At this moment, she is beyond the reach of what happened on the front line! Everyone concentrated all the heavy armored soldiers and elites, Let's kill it from the front!"
Through the intelligence sent back by a large number of black spies, Sigrit, who was accustomed to Gorell's temper, drew a huge black bow, summoned all the black fangs, and prepared for a frontal breakthrough.
"You girl said lightly! As bait, it was my people who sent to death! Damn little pony!" Watching the two teams of armored heavy riders, under the cover of druid bombing, cut out from the poisonous army. After two bloody gullies that were as terrifying as hell, Putrace's teeth trembled.
However, she also understood that this girl's plan was indeed the best method at present. They have no time or capital, and they have a head-on fight with a powerful mercenary leader.
"Don't let the sacrifices of our people go to waste."
The new chief bite and turned his head muffledly. Instead, he vented his anger on the light armored unit with gray mane in front of him. Putrace's weapon is a seven-tailed long whip. The comfortable whip handle extended forward, and there were seven slender, flexible ropes. Each rope was tied with seven sharp iron briers. The sharp metal surface shone with a green, poisonous light.
"call out--"
The chief of the poison bite swayed his right wrist. Accompanied by the creepy sound of breaking through the air, the seven-tailed poison whip revolved like a windmill with her palm as the center, and traversed seven terrifying arc-shaped trajectories in the air.
Putras seized the opportunity and hit the enemy's left shoulder with a whip. Forty-nine spiky and unusually sharp poison-coated iron thorns directly tore the gray mane soldier's animal skins and put her left shoulder to the chest and abdomen. A piece of skin, bloody lashes!
The faint green toxin instantly penetrated into the opponent's body through countless bloody wounds, and the soldiers weakened by the toxin were instantly dizzy, and a large number of colorful and extremely brilliant hallucinations appeared in front of them. The poisonous chief wielded the whip again. This time, the poison-impregnated seven-tailed whip swept across the opponent's head, pulling the opponent's face into pieces of rotten flesh.
"AlanNure Skerritt!!!"
Looking at the unrecognizable corpse under her feet, a sorrowful feeling of fratricidal suffocation also flooded Putrese's heart. But then, he was diluted by the hatred brought about by his father's death. She roared loudly at the name of the centaur deity, and the crazily spinning seven-tailed whip hit the second soldier's right hand. The poison whip was like seven terrible snakes, immediately wrapped around the opponent's wrist, the rope and the poisonous thorns were entangled irregularly, blurring the flesh and blood of its cutting.
The bite chief tugged vigorously, sinking into the poisonous thorn inside his wrist, frantically cutting the enemy's flesh and blood. The dripping blood gurgled out of the wound that could not be counted.
The gray mane soldier let out a miserable cry, severe pain and toxins, so that he could not hold the blade in his hand, Putress's left shield, like a heavy battering ram, hit the opponent's face severely.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of a broken nose, three or four blood-stained teeth traversed red tracks in the air.
At the same time, the druids who have been dormant for a long time turned into vigorous eagles, fighting against the sky. The druid, who was learning the golden shoes, vented the angry thunder and burning fire above the enemy's head. Use terrifying spells to clear a living path in the dense enemy formation.
"hiss--"
A group of poisonously biting nobles in chain armor, killed at the forefront of the battlefield, chiseled light armored troops wearing gray manes. Since the long-range poisoning will be dodged by the enemy. Relying on their strong armor, they rushed to the enemy's eyelids and lowered themselves, and then threw up clouds of poisonous clouds under their hooves.
The sound of the poisonous gas leaking that declared death, accompanied by the continuous tumbling and rising dark green waves, destroys the enemy's will on the two levels of spirit and violence. In the poisonous mist, Greymane's combat power was horribly weakened, but the coalition forces covering their mouth and nose with a wet cloth did not cause a serious problem.
Along with the wanton spread of the poisonous mist, the neurotoxin bitten by the poisonous snake destroyed the body and will of Gray Mane.
Accompanied by the bloodthirsty roar of the beasts, the black fangs of the tapered short spear tore their hearts and necks.
Accompanied by the thunderous howling, Al'Akir's blessing blade bombarded the enemy's flesh and skin.
What's more terrifying is that the black fangs, the spy who had been lying in the gray mane for several months, finally jumped out! Without warning, they waved the butcher knife in their hands to the surrounding partners, and the gray mane army suddenly became a mess! Seven or eight black spies
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"Damn it! I was deceived by them!"
Gorell also reacted at this moment, waving his shield and hand axe, preparing to pierce the enemy's line for the second time. However, this time, what awaited her was the desperate resistance of the poisonous bite.
Living in the desert, the enemy bites people and horses. For the continuation of the clan, they must support each other, otherwise, they will only be destroyed. Sacrificing the ego and achieving the characteristics of the clan is almost written in the depths of everyone's genes. The soldiers in the back row stopped escaping without hesitation and turned to the enemy.
"hiss--"
The soaring poisonous fog erupted in the back row of the coalition forces. More than two hundred people and horses who voluntarily stayed behind, lined up in a neat line in the poisonous fog, cast flesh and blood into an immortal city wall, blocking the more than a thousand elites of the Chief Greymane— -No one wants to rush into the poisonous gas to find his way, even the mercenary leader who is thirsty for blood, dare not continue to move forward.
"It's now! Out of town! Immediately! We are free!"
Al'Akir wielded a huge sword entwined with storm and thunder, like melons and vegetables, cut off the six-limbed torso of a few Graymane soldiers, and completely gained control of the gate, covering that the spells were already exhausted and extremely tired. The warlock stood out.
"It's great, under the cover of poisonous fog, they don't dare to come in. As long as we bypass Tiefeng Fort and retreat all the way north, we can get rid of Toria's demon..."
Sigley let out a sigh of relief. Just as she relaxed, a series of densely packed horseshoe sounds, like drums, came from the south! Accompanied by the sky-shaking battle cry, Toria personally led the army of golden shoes, and it emerged from the south, like a boiling golden wave!
"Go!"
Al'Akir was about to split his flaws, and his deep hatred that was almost annihilated made him angry. And the bottomless power of the descendants of God's choice. But it made the chief warlock's hands and feet cold. The pace of coalition retreat. In the panic, it became more rush and chaotic!
"Long live the Supreme King!!!"
The dead poets stood behind the Forbidden Army, using their harps, flutes, and even singing voices to sing the vast and vigorous grassland war hymns, enhancing the Forbidden Army's various physical abilities. The toxins in the body, the golden mask that was still suppressed by magic, also sang the fact that the descendants of the gods were chosen, and the king, like a flood, washed into the dark green poisonous fog, completely submerging the poisonous bite after breaking.
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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety: The Dust Settles
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Strong emotions, after all, can't make up the huge gap brought about by force and equipment. The Supreme King, who was shining with four or five kinds of magic colors, wielded the sword of natural disasters, under the cover of the forbidden army on both sides, as if entering the land of no one! Accompanied by the roar of thunder and the wild dance of electric current, no one can resist the supreme edge of the descendants of God's choice.
"Toriya is here! The chieftain of the golden shoes is at the forefront!"
In the thick poisonous mist, the poisonous bite with a desperate determination launched a desperate counterattack. They know that they are not the opponent of Chief Golden Foot, but even if there is only a slight probability, they also want Tolia to act for themselves. Pay the price.
The dense hoof sounds continued, and the gloomy battle roar resounded through the sky.
The remaining soldiers roared like moths to the fire, rushing towards Toria, but the well-trained golden masks held up their shields, stopped a large number of poisoned soldiers, and firmly guarded the sides of their king. Prevent her from falling into the disadvantageous predicament of pincers or siege.
Accompanied by the crackling of thousands of electric currents, the natural disaster war blade in Toria's right hand swept a dazzling arc in the air and directly chopped off the enemy's head. However, more poisonously biting soldiers did not fear death. To the front. They took advantage of the time when the Supreme King attacked, and launched an attack.
Three or four sharp spears, engulfing the endless anger of the owner, slammed heavily on the full body armor made of gold, steel and wood, accompanied by a string of stern sparks and sharp spear tips on the solid armor. The beating and collision made a desperate sound.
The Descendants of God's Choice stared disdainfully at the "traitor" who disobeyed her rule, and held up the golden eagle scepter in his left hand. The ground soaked with blood and corpses under the hoof suddenly sprang out hundreds of sturdy vines, like countless hideous and terrifying snakes, winding along the enemy's horseshoes, tying their flesh and blood bodies with shield weapons. Sturdy.
"Oh!"
The end of the golden staff hit the ground hard. Suddenly, the ground in front of Tolia made a terrible muffled sound, collapsed, sunken, sinking like a whirlpool, and the green vines also dragged the enemy's flesh and blood bodies, dragging them down to the hell of quicksand!
Five or six people and horses were directly buried alive in the earth by the king's spell. Only some palms held up in despair were exposed.
"Tread, step."
The Supreme King ruthlessly crushed all the stubborn resistance. Suddenly, her movements became stagnant, and something seemed to be blocking her progress.
Tolia looked down suspiciously. It was the palm of a hand, the palm of a horse and man buried alive by quicksand, tightly holding his forefoot.
Buried alive by quicksand, the dying soldier grasped the direction of the Supreme King through the shaking of the soil. He understands that his actions can't stop the enemy's edge at all. However, even if it can hold the golden shoe for one second, it can also give other tribesmen a little hope of escape.
"Really... ridiculous."
The corners of the Supreme King's mouth rose slightly, and she let out a pitying mockery. Accompanied by the sound of lightning and thunder of natural disasters, her flesh and blood wrist was cut in two by a sharp metal blade. The descendant of God shook his forefoot in disgust, shaking off the scorched, icy severed hand, like throwing away a trivial piece of rubbish.
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"She's here! Toria rushed over!"
The retreating coalition forces screamed desperately looking at the golden light of the Supreme King.
The narrow corridor of the north gate can only allow four horses to pass side by side. When the rear front, the descendants of the gods are like torn down and destroyed, the coalition forces only evacuated half of the soldiers. The terrifying electric current, accompanied by the thunderous blast of the sky, flashed a dazzling light at the end of the team.
Listening to the screams that erupted at the end of the team, Putress was heartbroken. In just one day, the bite clan suffered more losses than the whole year.
As the daughter of Sogros, a brave and fearless warrior, she wants to fight back to the city again and fight the damned Supreme King! Kill her, or die at her hands, a hundred.
However, as the chief who shoulders the fate of the entire clan. She must carry forward with heavy burdens for the surviving people.
The soldier at the end of the team calmly turned around, faced Tolia's golden wave, and smiled to welcome the arrival of death. They shouted the name of Skerritt, and used the last time of their lives to buy time for their compatriots to evacuate.
When the spear breaks, he draws out his hand axe to fight, and when his arm is cut off, he uses his shoulder to smash his life into the body. Even if he is knocked down in a pool of blood, he will open his mouth and bite the horse hoof of the golden shoe, hindering their advance , Even if it turned into a corpse, it would still accumulate in the narrow corridor, blocking the advancement of the golden shoes.
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The sky-shaking battle cry became weaker and weaker, and the dense poisonous cloud slowly dissipated. The noisy city, along with the setting sun sinking to the west, fell into a dead silence. The coalition forces paid the price of a third of the soldiers' deaths, leaving behind the blood and corpses all over the ground, and fled the seaside city.
The Supreme King, who was covered with blood, disdainful and didn't want to pursue it. Compared with the defeated generals, comforting, or suppressing, the people of the entire city is the most important thing. The last traitor in the city. It was also purged by the army. The rest are soldiers and allies loyal to him. Compatriots from other races who kneel down and surrender in fear of their strength.
The Jinlu clan has already demonstrated enough strength. Now, it is time to appease these allies and captives and make them feel grateful to themselves.
Thinking of this, Tolia's proud face quickly changed into a sad look. Under the eyes of her allies, such as withered bones, grey mane, and poets of the dead, she gently took off her blood-colored mask, as if she was mourning for the biting soldiers who died in battle.
"They are buried thickly, these people are Skerritt's warriors, worthy of admiration! They fought bravely on the battlefield for their own convictions! They have the right to receive a beautiful funeral as the final reward.
It's really sad-we are as light as brothers and sisters to each other, we should be hand in hand side by side! Join forces to conquer the world! But in the end, because of the disagreement, and embarked on a different path. "
The descendant of God's choice knelt on the ground, gently holding up the pale face of a corpse with both hands, and then hugged his cold body again, speaking with great sadness.
The allies of the three races of Jinlu also fell into deep sadness in the inciting words of the Supreme King.
"Well, I don't take any money for the property, livestock, and vacated pastures and land that are snarled and bitten by the wind! All are given to the soldiers who fought bravely at the scene! The Forbidden Army! Open up my treasure house! Soldiers who are willing to be loyal to me will all Get my most generous reward!"
"Long live the Supreme King!!!"
Within the three clans, some soldiers who had already been bought by Tolia immediately yelled and roared! Try to drive the emotions of the people around you. Others were also stunned by her terrifying power, grateful for her generous gifts, moved by her sad prayers, hitting the shields with spears and axe handles one by one, accompanied by a rhythmic sound. Looking up to the sky and howling.
"Long live the Supreme King!!!"
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