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Chapter 201 : The Battle of Weeping Rain ( 7 )

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Under the baptism of this torrential rain, the golden-shoes used the ribs of the livestock and the leather of the giant beasts to make a movable roof, which sheltered the supreme king sitting behind and the generals of the golden shoes from the wind and rain.

There were also a few soldiers with armors and golden masks on their faces. They lit up warm bonfires under the roof. The warm flames dispelled the violent storms and the bitter cold brought by them.

However, other fighters are not so lucky.

They were still exposed to the merciless natural disasters, shed blood for the Supreme King.

The temperature of the body surface slowly passed by as the heavy rain fell.

The already soaked linen clothes and animal furs are also tightly attached to the skin of the horse and man.

When blown by the strong wind, you will even be frozen and lose consciousness.

This harsh environment is a terrible torture for soldiers on both sides of the battle.

The soldiers in the golden shoes looked resentfully at the rear, the generals who were hiding in the camp to warm up the fire and avoid the rain. Dissatisfaction continued to breed in the huge army.

———————————————— Magnus sat on Painhurs' right shoulder.

A pair of huge red fleshy wings stretched upward like an umbrella, shielding themselves from the majestic rainstorm.

However, the upwardly spreading wings blocked the rain curtain from the sky, but could not stop the raging wind everywhere.

Let the little devil shiver coldly.

"Hold on! Brothers and sisters! Toria wants to destroy our totem! Our history! Our glory! Although, I, Painhes, has been in the clan for less than a year.

However, it was the Bloodfury clan who gave me food, bed, and you who gave me a new home and a new dream when I was in the wilderness! And I am willing to drain the last drop of blood for it.

"Painhurs knew how to make umbrellas, but he didn't make them, nor did he hide in the warm camp.

Instead, he brought the three-headed behemoth skull and the beast Magnus, personally exposed to the downpour, and shared the joys and sorrows with the blood and angry soldiers on the front.

Although there is a show element, this behavior greatly inspired the military spirit of the brutal soldiers.

Seeing the same drenched and extremely embarrassed bloody chieftain, he has been exposed to the rain, and the growing dissatisfaction and resentment have slowly dissipated. The chieftain is all caught in the torrential rain on the battlefield, what else can he say? ————————————————The poisonous biting soldiers covering their faces, under the leadership of Putress, are like a group of venomous beasts crawling out of purgatory. The weapons in their hands, After soaking in various colorful and different terrible toxins, it became rusty and damaged.

When facing those unarmored herdsmen, the rusty blade can easily cut through their clothing and skin, allowing countless toxins to pass through the blood and invade their bodies.

It didn't take long for the injured Jinlu herders to attack one by one, and within the flesh and blood, a cloud of poisonous clouds of different colors emerged, and the four horseshoes shivered under the influence of the severe cold and toxins.

The movements of waving shields and spears became more and more sluggish. Soon, he lost the wind and retreated steadily, allowing other soldiers to fill the vacant front. As for those elite and noble members wearing heavy armor.

After being immune to the poisonous cloud, the male poisonous bite warrior did not have any good solutions. He could only raise the big shield and spear, and fell into a long period of exhaustion in the storm with his opponent.

And some girls who bite the clan wielded a long whip tied with countless iron bristles, learning from their leader, drew out loud whips on the battlefield.

Putress took the lead, clamoring for a fierce battle under the cover of dozens of chief guards.

The seven-tailed poison whip draws seven poisonous arcs in the rain curtain! Accompanied by the seven-level creepy sound of breaking through the air, the poison whip was slammed on the enemy's skin, bringing up dripping blood! ! ! "Papa! Papa! Papa!!!" Forty-nine poisonous tribulus, almost ignoring the defense of the lock armor.

There are always a few stings with the thickness of needles that can penetrate the gaps of the chain armor and sink deeply into the flesh and blood of the enemy under the action of inertia, causing the golden-footed centaurs to feel intense pain.

The seven poisonous whips whirl like a windmill in the air, and they are screamed by Putrace! With a "pop", he once again shook the face of the upper gold shoe, whipping out countless poisonous blood-colored poppies! The top of a poison whip, even under the action of inertia, went around the back of the enemy's neck, and the sharp iron tribulus cut and scratched the skin there.

Will be highly poisonous, spread to his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

The fighting skills of other girls are not as proficient as Putrex. They are afraid of multiple whip tails. Once they shake it, they will accidentally injure themselves and their companions. Therefore, they only dare to use one poisonous whip to slam into the enemy without protection. The face, and the back of the neck.

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Fighting the poisonous bite clan, although time is slow, but from the first trauma you received, it will lead to irreversible defeat.

———————————————— "Abujos! Abujos?! Where are you and your Withered Bones? Where are the air support you promised? Hurry up and use Thunder and Flames, blow up the dregs that play with poison!!!" Looking at the frontal battlefield that was in a disadvantaged position, several wounded and extremely embarrassed golden nobles quickly rushed back from the front line to the rear. They watched hiding under the ceiling. The people who were roasting the fire were so angry that they didn't fight out.

We were desperately working under the heavy rain, but you were hiding behind the rain and warming up the fire? "Sorry.

The weather is too bad for us to provide air support.

"Abhuos sat in the position closest to the campfire and glanced dissatisfiedly at the wounded soldier.

Forget Tolia, a soldier with a golden shoe can also use this tone to question the chiefs of other clans? ! The other withered bone druids also looked bad, a kind-hearted girl pursed her red lips angrily, stopped singing the healing magic, and turned her head away with a cold snort.

Countless vines and ribs tied to her body clinked with the druid's pace.

A relatively friendly druid, holding back his anger, came to the front of Jinlu.

In an instant, his huge body began to collapse and shrink towards his head.

The slender and vigorous limbs kept shrinking, the hard horseshoes split into four sharp bird claws, countless black feathers, like mushrooms after a rain, stretched out his arms eagerly, and turned into a pair of huge black wings! The entire horse, which is seven feet tall and weighs one ton, transformed into a fierce black eagle with a wingspan of eight feet in less than six seconds.

The black hawk raised a pair of bird claws and moved awkwardly on the ground. He stretched out his huge right wing and cautiously approached the edge of the roof-I saw that the dripping rain instantly wetted the dark wings, and countless feathers were sickly. Tangled together, like a dark quagmire.

Looks extremely embarrassed.

"Did you see clearly? Brother Jinlu? In this horrible weather, after we become a black eagle, we can't fly at all! Even if we can fly, we can easily be hit by the falling thunder!" Abhuos sorted out himself. The green tresses snorted coldly at the comer.

While he was talking, just in time, another terrifying thunder fell from the sky! Almost half of the sky is smeared into a pale appearance! "The people of withered bones can go to death generously in the bloody battle, but they will never die under stupid orders.

"———————————————— The golden shoes and the biting army fought again for a while. Almost all the golden shoes soldiers who stayed on the front line wore long-sleeved chain mail and held skins. Wooden shield with a metal blade.

On the other hand, the poisonous bite, more than a thousand people only have two hundred Putress's henchmen, who are capable of wearing armor.

In the beginning, the soldiers who bite poisonously were completely suppressed by the sophisticated spears and sharp swords of the golden-footed warriors.

With the passage of time, more and more toxin weapons have drawn horrible blood marks with poisonous bubbles on the flesh and fur of enemy soldiers.

This equipment gap was slowly made up for by the negative effects brought about by the poison.

Accompanied by the sky-shaking battle cry and the clanging sound of colliding with metal, the battle situation is slowly being reversed.

At the very end, it was the soldiers who bite the soldiers poisonously, let out a dumb battle roar, pressed the gold shoes, and waved the rusty poisonous blade.

———————————————— "Woo! Woo!" There were two more rapid, sharp horns, overwhelming the sound of violent wind and rain.

The golden-shoe soldiers who charged into the battle reflexively stopped the attack, dragged their extremely exhausted body, dropped hundreds of flesh and blood corpses, and slowly backed away.

The poison bite clan also suffered heavy losses, with casualties almost equal to that of the other party.

Even the leader Putress must support an injured tribe and slowly retreat to the rear.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! First, the leader... I, I killed three little cubs! Three! Ha! My sister, died in Diodosia, she was killed by one The bow and arrow shot through the throat, and slowly lost his breath in front of me.

However, I let the three Jinlu families endure the same pain as me! The same ordeal! "The horses and horses in the girl's arms let out an excited but weak cry from the rain.

Countless blood poured out of the corners of his mouth, flowing slowly along his jaw.

A horrible scar was drawn on his chest by a long sword, and the flesh on both sides of the blood mark had become red and swollen under the washing and baptism of the rainstorm.

"Don't talk, you are badly hurt, save a little energy.

"The bite leader let out a sigh.

Looking at Chief Stormpike who was passing by, he nodded slightly.

Sandra's second son, the new chief of Thunder Spear: Sargo Thunder Spear took the lead. In the storm, he unfolded a horrible banner of black clouds and thunder! Three thousand well-trained Thunder Pike soldiers marched forward in a deafening pace. They were like a team of constructive creatures that could not speak but faithfully carry out the master's orders.

Well-trained took over the position of the poisonous bite and stood at the forefront of the battlefield.

A huge shield was built into a strong barrier, and a sharp spear turned into a jungle of metal.

And waiting for them is a well-equipped army of golden shoes that has never appeared on the battlefield.

Pain Hess raised his head helplessly, and uttered a helpless sigh against the dark sky. At the same time, Jinlu took out a terrorist force that could compete with the two clans. According to the messenger's intelligence, they even With extra energy, a large number of troops were placed on the right flank of the battlefield, which almost broke the Gothic car fort! The most frightening thing is that those men in harness costumes, the imperial soldiers wearing golden masks, and Tolia herself, did not appear at all.

The Supreme King was obviously very patient. She kept testing her limits and looking for her weaknesses.

Chapter Two Hundred: The Battle of Weeping Rain (8)

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The savage fearlessness, filled with the whole bloody rage army, the bloody rage passed down from generation to generation, even let the bloodthirsty battle roar to the death. Coupled with generations of chieftains who have been blessed personally by the abuser. Let the fighting style of the Bloodfury clan become extremely reckless. If you can't use the bow and arrow, then kill with a halberd and battle axe.

And the poisonous bite clan that has lived in the desert for generations, their sex and spirit are extremely tough, and their patience is several times that of other clan members. When fighting, often rely on various poisonous fog to weaken the opponent. Then force the enemy to exercise vigorously, so that the toxins, along with the more and more surging fresh blood, and the heavier and more rapid breathing, spread to every corner of the opponent's body, and slowly consume the opponent on the front battlefield. .

However, the Thunderpike clan is different. Their army is strictly disciplined and well-trained. It is completely different from other barbaric and tyrannical tribes, and everyone seems to be a brainless undead or structure. It is an extension of the commander's flesh and blood and thinking, and the discipline is so high that it is tongue-in-cheek.

"Yeah! Isn't this Lego! I haven't seen you in a few months, your kid has become a chief!"

The densely packed army of golden shoes suddenly separated to both sides. Eight tall, sturdy male centaurs held up a corner of behemoth leather. Prop up a mobile rain shelter.

A golden mare, surrounded by these eight attendants, came slowly to the front. She was wearing Persian-style scales and horse armor all over her body. Each piece of small metal scales was painted in brilliant gold, and the hem of the armor was even decorated with golden tassels.

And above that coquettish and arrogant face, between the nose ring and earrings forged with gold and jewels, there was a small gold chain that shook gently along with her steps.

"Surrender, Lego. Take your powerful Stormpike soldiers and join the High King's command. In this war, Painhurs has no chance of victory. For your mother's sake, God chooses the descendants and will forgive Your momentary stupidity."

Looking into the distance, the general who hides under the behemoth leather to avoid wind and rain. Lego, who was fighting with the soldiers on the front line, wiped the rain off his face, and showed a contemptuous mockery at the pampered lady.

The young and energetic chief did not want to engage in unnecessary arguments with his mother's old friends. He waved his hand. A hundred celebrities with horse armor and powerful guards decorated with black cloud and thunder on their chests pulled out a throwing spear throbbing thunder from behind one after another.

The craftsmen of Thunder Spear inherited the manufacturing method of Thunder Spear, which is the reason for their clan name. However, because it is too complicated to manufacture and consumes too quickly. Therefore, this terrible weapon is only allowed to be used by chiefs and great nobles.

However, Lago's internal cleaning wiped out almost all the nobles. He collected a total of six hundred thunder javelins and distributed them to one hundred henchmen who had stood beside him from the beginning. In an instant, a hundred soldiers stepped forward at the same time with strong horseshoes. With the help of the charging speed, the body leaned back, the muscles of the burly arm like a hill, spinning and throwing a hundred arcane javelins!

Those weapons, after leaving the user's palm, immediately ascended into bunches of dazzling currents that burst out with terrifying thunder! The javelin of lightning, like a series of bright purple meteors, passed through the dim rain curtain, accompanied by the deafening thunder roar, and rushed to the lady's side!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The thunder of rage resounded through the sky, and the raging electric current flowed everywhere. Metal armor covered with rain becomes an excellent conductor of thunder and lightning. Eight brawny men fell into the mud one after another, their scorched, smoking limbs twitching constantly. The behemoth leather that sheltered from wind and rain was also scorched by the thunder and torn into a piece of waste.

Flor hurriedly cast spells, wearing ten golden rings on both hands, opened an energy shield full of thunder runes, barely blocking the violent bombardment of Thunder Spear, but the attendants around him died one after another. , Exposed this pampered golden general to the downpour.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, another serpent of lightning fell from the sky, and the majestic rainstorm instantly drenched Flor completely. The golden scales, washed by the heavy rain, slowly turned into the color that steel should have, dyed with golden rainwater, gurgling down her body, forming a golden pond around her.

"Hahaha! Look! Toria's confidant, the gleaming Flor, was rushed back to the prototype by a rainstorm! Make me laugh!"

Sago laughed loudly, and the well-disciplined Thunder Pike soldiers also made a monotonous, rigid, but uniform ridicule.

General Jinlu was ridiculed by the opponent, and became angry. Thousands of Jinlu army once again stepped on the pace of shaking the world and launched the third round of horrible offensive. Countless sharp spears pierced each other, and countless centaurs and soldiers laughed loudly!

The fierce battle was raging, but Lego shook the Thunder Spear flag, which had long been wet by the rain. The soldiers in the center of the battle line immediately pretended to be invincible, raised their shields high, and retreated slowly. People in the vicinity also deliberately pretended to be defeated, retreating intentionally or unintentionally.

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"Send a messenger to tell Flor not to be emotional! The soldiers of Thunder Spear would rather die in battle than retreat.

Look at the sides of Thunder Spear, nothing has moved! This is a trap, and Painhurs uses the terrifying discipline of Stormpike soldiers to deliberately lure the enemy to go deeper and eat it in one bite! Let the center of her army stand firm and wait for help, and attack the sides of Thunder Spear first. "

From the rear of the army, the Supreme King, who had been observing the battlefield, issued a cold order.

"Your will."

A man and horse wearing a golden cloak immediately rushed out of the warm command camp and dashed towards the front line. However, he had just run halfway, and the surrounding air suddenly twisted and deformed. If the Herald was a spellcaster, he would definitely feel extremely strong arcane fluctuations.

The golden robe stagnated a little in the heavy rain. His eyes suddenly became extremely dull, and a pair of ruby-like beautiful and bright eyes suddenly came into his mind. The herald looked around blankly, but he didn't see those beautiful bloody eyes again.

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Flor looked at the "defeated" Thunderpike army and the huge gap in the battle line, and hesitated, although her heart was occupied by the raging anger, and the humiliation of the Thunderpike clan made her want to kill Sargon. A little pony vents the anger in his heart.

However, being able to be selected by the Supreme King, able to stand out among thousands of people, and become the sole leader of the golden shoes. Such a person cannot be an idiot. She also saw the opportunity, the huge potential danger.

If you lead a heavy armoured unit along this gap and cut through the enemy's front line, thousands of gold-footed herders, and then swarm in, you can definitely defeat the enemy's defense line!

Bloodfury, whose quantity was already at a disadvantage, once lost a reliable formation, it would fall on the endless grassland and be shocked by the heavy cavalry of gold treads, and lose the victory of this war. However, if the pace of the assault force is intercepted...

"General Flor! General Flor!"

Suddenly, the army circumvented to both sides, causing a drenched man and horse to rush to the lady. He is wearing an expensive cloak made of gold silk. The golden robe, which was soaked in rain, stuck to the Herald's back.

"The Supreme King has orders."

Behind the army, a small and dark figure shrank in the corner of the Jinlu camp, whispering under the heavy rain.

With the squirming of her lips and tongue, the soaked golden robe also became a little sluggish. The brown eyes gradually turned to bright blood.

"To, the Supreme King, there is order."

The herald said jerkily.

"Thunder Pike's retreat is fraudulent, but the descendants of God's Choice believe in your strength."

The dark figure murmured.

Jinpaozi opened his mouth and began to speak fluently.

"The retreat of Thunder Pike is deceitful, but God chooses the descendants and believes in your strength. She believes that you can take this opportunity to smash through the lines of these traitors in one go. Bring me a hearty victory! Fu! Lol! As a reward, I will order you to succeed Guervia and become the leader of the next Forbidden Army. Become an existence above ten thousand people and below one person!"

"Your will!!!"

Hearing the generous promise from the Supreme King, Floer was trembling with joy! She raised her arms, summoned all the elites in iron armor, all the soaked golden flags gathered to respond, and charged forward unstoppably! Hundreds of elite gold shoes wearing heavy armor, under the leadership of Flor, chased and killed the defeated Stormpike soldiers, like a fragile tentacles, deeply immersed in the center of the enemy's front.

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"The rain washed away the hoofmarks of that golden robe, cut, it's really troublesome."

The small, thin, pitch-black figure grumbled dissatisfiedly, and stepped forward slowly against the herald's hoof prints. Fortunately, the golden robe didn't take long. The remaining hoof prints have not been washed away by the rainstorm. Although it has increased the difficulty of searching, it is not impossible to complete.

Finally, she found what she wanted: a female centaur dressed in golden steel and wood armor and wrapped around green vines. The branches on both sides of her helmet were as mighty and majestic as antlers.

In her left hand, she was holding a gold-cast eagle-head staff, and two oval-shaped sapphires, like a pair of sharp eagle eyes, exuding terrifying arcane brilliance. The long sword in his right hand is like the sky at this moment, accompanied by the wanton electric current, bursts of deep thunder from time to time.

Chapter 203: The Battle of Weeping Rain (9)

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War, killing, blood, laughter.

Thousands of warriors wearing heavy armor, like sharp steel knives, slammed into the flesh and blood of the Thunderpike clan accompanied by the sound of dense horseshoes. Accompanied by the terrifying roar of "Long live the Supreme King", an iron axe and a sharp blade drew arcs of killing in the rain, and a long spear and a short spear stabbed flowers on the armor. The red blood, the arcane and the sacred brilliance, burst out scenes of terrifying scenes in the battlefield!

Thanks to the well-trained Thunderpike clan. If other clans who are brave and fierce, but have scattered disciplines, pretend to retreat in order to lure the enemy to go deeper, maybe they will be completely disrupted by a wave of charges from the golden shoes, turning the planned retreat into a bottomless rout.

Rao is so, Thunder Spear also lost hundreds of brave fighters in this scene. Only with the support of the heavy javelin of the Bloodfury Brute and the series of lightning from the Howling Warlock, he barely got a respite.

Lego immediately stopped the retreating horseshoe and blew the trombone of war. The strong shields on each side were reconnected into neat barriers. A sharp spear, accompanied by a dense sea of ​​javelins, and a roaring sturdy current, prevented the golden horseshoe from moving forward!

The thing that Flor worries most still happened. The momentum of their charge was restrained under the baptism of hundreds of sturdy javelins, the bombardment of a series of lightning, and in front of the Thunder Spear soldiers, reconstructed with steel and flesh and blood.

The two-winged Thunder Pike men and horses began to shrink like the middle. A large number of blood fury barbarians took over the defense work on the front line-they were surrounded. Some poisonous horses with their faces hidden by cloth even threw a terrifying poisonous cloud at themselves!

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"Papa!!!!"

Toria severely smashed the drinking vessel in her hand. Under the golden mask, that beautiful face was covered with a gloomy haze with anger.

"What is that fellow Flor doing?! I have sent a messenger to warn her not to pursue it! Even the wolves on the grassland will not be caught in such obvious traps! If her IQ is really inferior to an animal , Then use her livestock, her property, come to me to change an intellectual headband to wear!"

The descendants of God's Choice gave a furious scolding. Under the fearful silence of the left and right attendants, they slowly recovered their calm. Although angry, Flor was trapped in the siege, Coles attacked the car fort, and fought with poison. Charrosa, as the three generals of the Jinlu clan, commanded 3,000 warriors and herdsmen with three thousand golden shoes!

Nearly one-third of the population was wiped out in one breath. Even the wealthy Jinlu clan could not bear such a heavy loss. The Descendants of God reworked the plan, and Kors took the remaining golden shoes and evacuated the crumbling but extremely tenacious barrier of the car fort. On the right-wing battlefield, nearly a thousand bloody and miserable corpses were left behind. More than a thousand Tasmar and Jinlu fighters have closed their eyes forever in this land.

On the Bloodfury side, only two or three hundred Goth soldiers were lost. As for the goblin-can the death of a goblin be called death? That is called daily wear and tear.

The war between Charrosa and the Bite Clan was also extremely fierce. More than half of the casualties on Putresi's side, the 1,000 tribesmen who escaped from Diodosiya now only have 400 wounded fighters, barely possessing combat capability.

And Charrosa also lost more than 500 celebrities, and 1,500 herdsmen were infected by the poisonous mist, temporarily losing their fighting ability. Thousands of elites and nobles in lock armor were also infested by toxins to varying degrees, lying on the ground feebly, receiving treatment from Druids of Withered Bones.

"Let the people of Tasmar restrain the right-wing chariot and don't attack! Let the scum who are willing to be ridden by goblins stand far away and restrain the two-legged beasts. Just let Coles take his. People, withdraw and repair."

The Supreme King took off the golden antlers mask, and the index finger of his right hand rotated gently on the temple to relieve the pain in the brain.

"Tell Chief Goril to let her Greymane clan charge again on the frontal battlefield! Combine the inside and outside, and rescue all Flor's army."

"Your will."

Two more golden robes were bent over and knees, and solemnly accepted the orders of the Supreme King.

"and many more--"

Suddenly, Toria seemed to understand something and told the two heralds to stop acting for the time being.

"Separate two squads of the Forbidden Army. Protect the Herald and move together. Flor is not a reckless man. On the contrary, she is a long-sleeved dance and good calculation. It may be an accident with the Herald-damn Peanna! Her poet is dead. What the hell are you doing! The night before the war, it disappeared completely!"

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a loud noise attracted everyone's attention. A splendid flame meteor, rising from the ground, exploded in the storm! Arcane flames, like burning clouds, gush out in all directions, dazzling like a thousand suns on the dim battlefield!

"Toria is in that place! Christian found her!!!"

In the distance, Painhurs and Christina clenched the handle of the halberd in excitement, and Henrival also raised an elegant and slender dark arm, and shot a basketball-sized, extremely unstable explosive fireball to the sky! In the thunderstorm, the extremely gorgeous fire clouds burst out in the second picture! Heralds the beginning of a counterattack.

"boom!!!"

Watching the dim storm and rain, two groups of arcane flames burst continuously, and the meteor of the third flame burst also in the far west!

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"Who put the fireball just now?! There was a spy in the camp! The forbidden army! Search the entire camp! Catch the traitor who casts the spell!!!"

The descendant of God's Choice put on a golden mask nervously, holding a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, and entered a state of alert.

"One exploded in the sky above my head, one exploded in the sky above Bloodfury, and the other in the grassland to the west... Ha! Painhurs, you have to make a desperate move and rush in front of me, Are you going to beheaded??? With the help of the dim rain curtain and extremely poor vision, I also quietly withdrew part of the army to the western grasslands, preparing to outflank me and attack me???"

God's chosen descendants laughed with rage.

"Change the order! Let Coles take his men to the place where the third fireball exploded! Eat that army! There is an empty pasture there, I want to see how many people can you pull out to block it? The ruthless impact of my golden shoe!!!"

"Your will!" The golden robes, each under the protection of ten imperial troops, drove away.

"Tell Abu Hos! Let his Withered Bone Druid stop the treatment! Withdraw them all to maintain the defense of the big tent. Don't waste precious magic skills in front of the wounded."

The Chief Golden Foot secretly calculated that a thousand celebrity guards with a golden footwear and armor, and a thousand druids, what exactly does Painhurs have to overcome such a scale of terrorist defense? As long as you don't make mistakes and consume it slowly, the scale of victory will slowly, slowly, lean towards yourself and get closer with the passage of time.

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Time advances slightly

That day, after Painhurs defeated the bard and became the new chieftain of the Bloodfury clan, he also discovered that Christian's head was dominated by enchanting and confusing spells. Peanna took advantage of Anna's eldest daughter's demons and weaknesses to slowly destroy her psychological defenses, constantly whispering the evil dragon in the ears of the bard. In the end, this terrible civil war was triggered.

Freed from domination, Christian fell to his knees in a daze, looking at everything around him in disbelief-the twin sister collapsed to the ground, not awake. And the leader of the predator who grew up playing: Curonia. It fell into a pool of blood! His body was stained with the blood of the tribe! ! !

The eyes of the people around him when they look at him have become more indifferent and ruthless.

If we say that the Bloodfury clan before, they only regarded her as a pony that couldn't grow up, an insignificant burden. So, now, the people who were still willing to help her have regarded Christian as the enemy of the clan.

Although the white horse and his twin sister are willing to forgive themselves. Frightened by the terrible prestige of the two, the others are hard to say. Just use the horseshoes that are constantly plowing the soil, and with a cold snort to express their grievances.

After all, it is an indisputable fact that the opponent is controlled by magic.

However, Christian refused to be forgiven. The bard who has suffered discrimination since childhood, after gaining enough power to crush others, his personality becomes more extreme and extreme. Even if you treat yourself, it's the same.

She once again left the side of her sister and beloved, and used illusion to re-disguise the appearance of enchanting magic. Deceived the inspection of the dead poet. She vowed that she would not return to her twin sister until she made up for the mistakes she made.

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Aldwynn Chaoge. The high elf policeman, standing on the deserted grassland, looking up at the beautiful flame meteor on the sky, slightly raised a sneer full of sarcasm.

Army from the west? There is no army to the west, this is just a cover for distracting Jinlu. Chaoge waved his wrinkled right hand, opened an arcane door in the heavy rain, walked slowly into it, and merged with Painhurs' main force. For Coles, leaving behind a vast and boundless muddy grassland.

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"Those golden shoes are temporarily surrounded by Thunder Spear brothers! Now, we only need to face Gorell's Greymane mercenaries! Quick! Get together!"

Pain Hess seized the opportunity. He assembled all the heavy armored troops in the Bloodfury clan. More than a thousand men and horses wearing Roman chain armor, barbarian chain armor, prairie hybrid armor, and even Persian scale armor, wield halberds and carried heavy spears. Under the dazzling bloody banners like flames, gathered to respond!

Two hundred wind howling warlocks, under the call of Al'akir's thunder, joined the assault operation of the white horse with Herniwell and Chaoge as magical aid forces. The sixty-headed hill giant was urgently transferred back from the right wing. On rainy days when bows and arrows cannot be used, boulders are thrown as long-range aid.

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"Squeak--"

Accompanied by the painful groans of the planks, huge elven warships, Gothic fishing boats, under the cover of the storm, followed the Black Sea and galloped hard to the south. They anchored at the place where the first fireball burst. . Eight hundred half-men and half-horses, all covered in weapons, armors, and even coats, fled the angry sea and set foot on the damp beach.

"Rumble!!!"

With the deafening sound of thunder, hundreds of terrifying thunder snakes danced in the sky again! The dim beach will shine like day! On the other side, in the violent storm, the pitch-black banner with its teeth and claws, impressively white with bones, depicts the mouths of blood basins with terrifying fangs.

Chapter 204: The Battle of Weeping Rain (10)

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"The Scarlet Skull Banner, is it Christina's bloody brute again that we are fighting against?"

Gorell narrowed a pair of beautiful eyes and looked at the opponent in front of him through the hazy rain curtain.

It is strange that the people and horses waving halberds in front of them are all wearing ragged light armor and even animal fur. The physique is also relatively thin, and the heavy armor that Rouge Horse is proud of is fearless, none of them appear on the front battlefield-the previous brutal soldiers in chain armor have caused a lot of damage to their own gray mane mercenaries. Damage.

"Chief! Look where!"

Suddenly, the shout of a soldier attracted all the attention of Gorell. Following the fingers of the tribe, she looked into the distance-she saw a female horse in Chimera skin, and a male horse with pale hair like ice and snow, walking side by side to the forefront of the battlefield.

"Painhurs! Christina!"

Chief Greymane grinned happily. The pupils reflecting the two horses and horses suddenly enlarged: then where is the enemy, it is clearly two piles of gold walking with four hooves! ! !

"Skerritt is on! We are rich! The Supreme King has an order to capture or kill this pair of mandarin ducks alive to get gold equal to their weight! Brothers and sisters! Charge with me!!!"

The graymane soldiers around, after hearing the chief's words, their breathing was obviously heavier, and their eyes became more greedy and combative.

In the previous battle, Gorell understood the strength of the opponent: the terrifying power of the top ten tribesmen, combined with the heavy weapons held in both hands, once the halberd was waved, almost no one could stop the opening and closing moves. Therefore, she specially selected two Persian scimitars. Want to fight personally, rely on the storm-like swift offensive, to achieve the final victory.

"Rumble!!!"

Countless hideous and terrifying lightning electric pythons, like a giant tree upside down, descend from the sky again! Venting the terrifying power of natural disasters. Along with this terrible thunderstorm, Gorell gathered all the elites of the Greymane clan and roared towards the two leaders of Bloodfury!

"Huh!!!"

Gorell took the lead. She raised her delicate lower jaw, and the upper body of a human being bent down ninety degrees, almost parallel to the horse's back! The air resistance brought by running is reduced to a minimum. The heavy Roman chain armor and eastern scale armor, like two layers of close-fitting cloth, can't hinder the terrifying speed of the Chief Greymane at all.

Gorell is like a gray falcon, pounces on his prey! One hundred feet, fifty feet, twenty feet!

Watching the terrifying offensive of the Greymane clan, the rouge horse wearing Chimera armor quickly erected a sharp halberd, trying to counter the enemy's unstoppable terrorist charge.

However, Chief Greymane's beautiful face covered in rain and mud suddenly showed a grim smile. Four slender, strong gray horseshoes knelt to the ground in an instant. The whole body was short, avoiding the sharp edge of the blood rage halberd! The knee is still sliding forward in the mud under the action of inertia! The whole centaur rushed between Christina's four hooves in an instant!

"Sizzle!!!"

Two sharp scimitars, with the help of the force of the charge, slashed fiercely in Christina's defenseless soft belly, and accompanied by the inertia of the charge, they continued to chop forward, tearing the enemy's cock, thirsty. Opponent's blood!

Accompanied by the creepy sound of friction between metal and flesh, Gorell brandished two scimitars from the front of the rouge horse to the back! The entangled intestines, the various organs, and the warm blood, gurgled out along the machete's torn wound, covered with the six limbs of Chief Greymane!

"Ha! Ha ha ha! I defeated Christina! I killed the blood-fury chief!!! Among the ten tribes, besides the Supreme King, which chief is my opponent??"

Gorell, who was covered with blood and internal organs, resisted the pain in his knees, stood up from the ground in excitement, and howled happily!

However, what surprised her was-seeing the chief killed in action, whether it was anger or fear: Why didn't the bloody and angry brutal soldiers nearby show the slightest emotional fluctuation? Her partner, the snow-white white horse, did not show any sway in his face and expression?

"Goril, you are a terrible enemy! A mighty warrior! A loyal servant! I admire you! But your behavior is too reckless: this is the greatest weakness of you and your clan."

"White Horse" laughed at the bloody Chief Greymane. Suddenly, with a twist of light, his coat color returned to normal: just an ordinary variegated man and horse. And the corpse on the ground-wait, Christina is red all over, but her four hooves are as deep and dark as the night, and the four horse hooves of this corpse are the color of blood!

Bait! This is a trap! ! !

"Okay! That troublesome guy was fooled! Now that the bloody rage, Greymane are fighting melee and fighting together, she wants to get out of it, but it's not that easy! This is our last chance!"

Listening to the intelligence brought back by the little devil, Painhurs raised his arms and screamed, giving a final pre-war speech to the 1,200 people who participated in the beheading operation, encouraging everyone's morale.

"Brothers and sisters! Today! We will push through the defenses of the golden shoes! Today! We will face Toria's most powerful golden minions! Today! We will cut off the head of the female tyrant! End her rule! Blood for blood, with grievances! Today! The feats of each of us will be recorded by the bard in the annals of history, and will be passed down through the ages! Sung for thousands of years!!! AlanNure Skerritt!!!"

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

One thousand and two hundred heavily armored men and horses held up their weapons and screamed to the sky! The terrifying battle cry, even overshadowed the terrifying thunder!

"Ferrol! You trash, why are you in a daze? Do it!!! Immediately!!!"

"Okay, Master."

The king of the hill giant, facing the scolding of the horses, shrank his body in fear, and then straightened his chest to his compatriots, venting his grievances with more angry and harsh words, and commanded sixty heads. The actions of the hill giants.

I saw that these filthy and ugly giants, carrying a basket of boulders, walking forward at a pace that made everything tremble, they learned the correct throwing method under Painhurs's teaching-tiptoe on tiptoe. , Twist the waist and wrist to exert force, so that the power of sling can be exerted to the maximum! Blocks of boulders drew arcs of death under the rain curtain, and hit the center of the gray mane army heavily! Splashed countless scarlet poppies!

After the huge rock hits the ground and smashes the horses into bloody meat sauce, they will still roll forward under the action of inertia, ploughing bloody gullies in the dense army of horses and horses.

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"It's now! Charge!!"

With a terrifying rate of one shot every ten seconds, the hill giant dumped more than one thousand and eighty boulders the size of a calf into the planned area within three minutes! Covered by this terrifying firepower like a flash flood, the Greymane Centaur was beaten and stunned, screaming, shoving, and crying, fleeing around!

The grassland full of boulders also restricted the enemy's formation. When the blood rage barbarians launched an unstoppable mass charge, they hardly encountered any decent obstacles!

"Damn! Damn! Damn!!! Painhurs! Face my blade if you have the guts! Come back to me!!!"

The Chief Greymane on the other side uttered an angry roar. She stood on the corpse of the blood rage barbarian, brandishing a pair of blood-soaked scimitars, and howled!

That thin scimitar was as swift as a violent wind, and where it passed was a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood, but it was as heavy as a sharp axe, and its sturdy armor was as thin and useless as cloth in front of the cold blade.

She was surrounded by bloody savages and giant hill giants who were left behind. She was surrounded by crowds of people. She was almost unable to move on this crowded battlefield!

"Woo! Woo!"

Chief Greymane blew two rapid, stern horns in succession. Trying to lead everyone to retreat and stop those blood-angered elites who went straight to the High King.

However, the last time she successfully evacuated, it was because the blood rage barbarians wanted to maintain the stability of the front and avoid being completely defeated by the gold-footed army that had doubled themselves, and they dared not pursue it.

At this moment, in order to stop the gray falcon's pace, countless people even started the bloody fury! Knowing that they were not Gorell's opponents, they still launched a desperate charge against the gray Falcon! A bloodthirsty roar made people tremble, and clouds of scarlet smoke rushed into the sky!

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I don't know how long it took, the gray mane horses and horses around him became scarce and eventually disappeared completely. Painhurs wiped a handful of viscous liquid mixed with blood and rain on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief. The front of the Greymane clan has been pierced through, and the rest of the clan will cooperate with the hill giant to drag the terrible falcon Goril.

Jinlu sits on three generals and ten thousand athletes. However, Coles' three thousand troops were led to the western wilderness by the fireball technique. Flor's three thousand troops were caught in the trap of the Stormpike clan and surrounded by the copper wall and iron wall of Lego, Charleston and the poison bite clan. In the fierce battle, although only more than 500 people were lost, the remaining soldiers were all poisoned, and in the vigorous exercise, the toxins crawled into every corner of their bodies! In a short period of time, all of them lost their fighting ability.

Now, the only thing that can protect Tolia is the Thousand Forbidden Army in her hands and the Withered Bones clan of Abhuos. Humph, Abhus, that magic stick...

Thinking of the old friend who had been away for a long time, Painhurs smiled confidently. He admired the eight-pointed black star on the back of his left hand: the surging chaotic energy was on the eightfold road, galloping freely in the name of the four gods.

Chapter 205: The Battle of Weeping Rain (11)

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"The High King! It's not good! About a thousand men and horses in heavy armor have cut through the gray mane defense line! They rushed straight to your camp! The arcane-structured flame just exploded and knocked you The position is exposed in front of those traitors!"

Painhurs's high-profile assault was naturally noticed by the scouts in Jinlu. He hurriedly ran to the descendant of God's choice, and reported the seriousness of the situation to the high-ranking Tolia.

Since the Second Diodosian War, the behavior and habits of the Supreme King have undergone tremendous changes. She prefers to sit in the rear and command the army, rather than charging and fighting side by side with the soldiers: the last time she rushed to the front, she was almost torn apart by the legendary leader of the werewolf: the fangs and claws of Horus. After the war, it took two months to lie down before he fully recovered.

"Abuhors, your supreme king, order you to lead all the withered bone sacrifices, and the whole army will be dispatched to block the desperate and ridiculous desperate fight of Pain Hess frontally."

Tolia lay lazily on a human-shaped cat face, on top of pale golden fur, and said calmly. Under the golden mask, a pair of beautiful silver eyes exudes extremely dangerous light, staring at the dead chief.

"Put my clan on the cusp and fight Painhurs? Is she testing my loyalty? That's right, the Bloodfury clan was introduced by me and joined the council. The private relationship between the two clans is also very good. Oh, mare!"

Deep down, Abhuos rolled his eyes at Toria's distrustful temptation. But his appearance still showed a loyal appearance.

"Your will, my queen."

"well."

Seeing Chief Withered Bones agreed to her request without hesitation, Toria's tone eased a lot.

"Don't be afraid, Abhuos. I will draw out six centuries from the Forbidden Army, outflank and encircle this desperate traitor who has fallen into madness from both wings. Your Withered Bones clan will not suffer too much damage."

Abhors nodded, and stepped from the warm camp to the hazy rain curtain. More than a thousand druids dressed in animal furs, covered with vines and full of pale ribs, gathered in Under a terrifying banner--above the emerald green background, countless bones are piled up to form a giant tree in the sky.

"The giant tree of bones, it's Abujos!"

A few sharp-eyed druids were the first to discover the totem of withered bones. Ready to fight immediately. Withered Bones is the first Ma clan encountered by Bloodfury. They are few in number, but the number of druids is terrible. They are both powerful allies and terrifying enemies.

In the violent storm, three hundred powerful druids with dry bones and seven hundred apprentices chanted mysterious spells at the same time. I saw that the rain curtain in front of the Withered Bone Array was completely distorted and changed by the rich magical energy! A series of vigorous verdant doors appeared out of thin air!

More than seven hundred prairie wolves and three hundred burly black bears, accompanied by the roar of cruel and bloodthirsty beasts, rushed out of the summoned circle, under the control of the druids, mighty and mighty Kill the Legion of Blood Fury!

"Abuhos! Long time no see, you gave this gift from the very beginning? The brothers and sisters in the front row! Set up the halberds! The back row people! Aim at the black bears and set the javelin on fire!"

Painhurs made a cut and raised the heavy halberd with both hands flat, and the sharp head of the halberd was facing the mighty herd.

"Wow--"

The terrifying wolves roared to the sky, they were like an overwhelming gray wave, sweeping across the entire muddy grassland! The sharp claws slammed, and the vigorous body is like an arrow from the string, rising from the ground! Turn into a terrifying meteor! The terrifying and terrifying mouth of the blood basin, and the sharp fangs inside like a dagger, pointed directly at the throat of the centaur!

"Puff!"

Painhurs took a step back slightly and removed the impact from the halberd. Even the elite cavalry in heavy armor dare not attack the array of spears head-on, let alone a brainless beast? The harder the wolves rushed and hit the halberd, the more they were injured.

For example, the wolf in front of him swooped, with a sharp halberd head, which just hit its right eye. Under the action of inertia, the tip of the gun plunged deeply into the skull of the beast. The red blood was mixed with yellow brains. Like the tide of a bursting embankment, it splashed everywhere, covering the body of the blood-rage chief.

The same thing happened in every corner of the battlefield. The terrifying wolves wanted to use the force of the charge to bite the throats of the horses and horses, but they slammed into a slender halberd. The reaction force brought by the charge caused the head to bleed and the corpses ran across the field.

The bloodrage warriors in the back row threw heavy javelins that looked like a swarm of locusts, focusing on taking care of the powerful black bears and many natural allies. They didn't even rush to the bloodrage array, so they swayed and threw spears all over the place. The bruised body fell unwillingly to a pool of blood.

Seeing the assaulting herd suffered heavy casualties, Painhurs quickly took out a roll of tanned sheepskin, and said something in his mouth. In a short time, the leather glowed with dazzling blue rays, decomposed and ascended into pure arcane energy, and The Bloodfury Chief is the center, entwined, danced, hovered, and instantly propped up an invisible force field shield.

"Stop the offense, I'll go and negotiate with my old friend."

"Negotiating? Are you still negotiating if it's all like this?"

Hernivale was riding on a strong white horse, her slender and well-proportioned thighs clamped tightly on its back. The drow frowned in confusion, and looked at the pale warlock beside him in confusion.

"I threw two fireballs and exploded two holes among those withered men and horses. Everyone charged and passed by with a wave of recklessness!

Coles' 3,000 men might find the trap of the West at any time, and quickly return to Toria's side. Gorell's gray mane and the three thousand golden shoes trapped by the thunder spear also have the possibility of getting out of the trap! We gambled everything on our own for this raid, but we didn't have much time at all! "

"If I can persuade this magic stick to give way, then everyone will save more time! Teacher! Don't worry, I will save me! And, I won't delay too long."

After finishing speaking, Chief Bloodrage took the lead, trampled on the corpses of gray wolves and black bears, rushed to the center of the battlefield, faced more than a thousand pairs of vigilant eyes, and shook the blood-colored skull banner in the rainstorm.

"Abhuos! Why did you join Toria's camp? For that woman, slaughter your own countrymen?! Come out and face me!"

The Withered Bones priests were silent for a while. If it hadn't been for this damn rainstorm to wet the bowstrings of the longbow, they would definitely send a thousand sharp feather arrows to the bloody chieftain.

However, at this moment, apart from those high-ranking priests, no one else has any effective long-range attack methods. And those withered bone druids who followed Abhors from the beginning, and also fought side by side with the Bloodfury clan for a long time, and faced the former comrades, they also hesitated.

At this moment, with dazzling flashes and growing vines, Abhors descended in the center of the army of withered bones.

The coat color of the Withered Bone Chief is an extremely rare dark green face. The pale skin of the human body is bleak and dull, just like the corpse of the undead that has long been dead, making people creepy. A slender and smooth light blue long hair, tied into countless small braids, neatly covered the entire head, and finally gathered on the back of the head, forming a playful and lovely ponytail.

Under the light blue braids, above the delicate and handsome gray face. A pair of emerald green eyes, like two bright and moving lakes, rippling with autumn light, in the violent storm, showing a refreshing smile to oneself-this picture scroll, except for the majestic rain, is extremely The day when the two met.

"You want to know about Holy Huo K'an, and Toria, the descendant of God's choice, why are they both so anxious to start a civil war, so anxious to claim to be the Supreme King? So anxious to unite the people of all races under their command. Brother?"

Abhuos sighed softly.

"Holy Fire, as the priest of Skerrit, has a powerful prophecy ability, which most druids cannot match. He heralds the destruction and end of our population, the neighing of war horses, and the howling of wolves that shook the sky. , Gradually submerged-unless, we can be unified under the same banner. Hand in hand against the enemy."

"So, after the sacred fire won over the three clans, we can't wait to become king in the north. Three months later, Toria and I. We cracked the code of Ka'an together—then the mare was also Fear dazzled his head, tore away his amiable disguise, and eagerly swept away all political enemies."

The neigh of the war horse was gradually overwhelmed by the howling wolf...

Countless cold sweat beads slid out of Painhurs' temples in an instant, mixed with the rain in the sky, and slowly fell down.

That dark night, that mysterious god, and that gloomy voice gave him the same prophecy and showed the same picture—an army of men and horses will be completely crushed by bloodthirsty wolves.

A banner that symbolizes history and glory will be torn to pieces by fangs and claws, and powerful chiefs will be swallowed one by one by the green wolf. Everything they cherish will eventually become nothingness. The dust.

"However, the prophecy did not say who. Who is the real supreme king!!!"

Hearing the words of Chief Withered Bones, Chief Bloodwrath suddenly had an idea. He raised his left hand high, and the eight-pointed black stars shone brightly!

It was noon, and in the midst of this violent storm, there was actually a beam of brilliant golden sunlight that pierced and pierced the dim clouds, focusing his warm and terrifying heat on Painhurs' left hand!

At this moment, in the thunderstorm of thousands of miles, only the foot of the bloodrage chief was shrouded in bright sunlight. The bright and warm sun rays showed that in the dim and damp battlefield, it was so out of place, immediately Attracted everyone's attention.

"Look! Abhors! As you can see! I am a warlock, but at this moment, I do not use any scrolls or wands, but I can use the priest's sacred power! Skerrit bestows I use the power of sacred spells!"

Looking at the amazed druids, Painhes put on a very pious appearance under the shining of the sun.

I saw that the pale warlock waved his left hand, and the rays of the sun gathered on the eight-pointed black star, like the tide of a breaking bank, gushing out of his hand! Like a dazzling meteor, it passed through the gloomy rain curtain, illuminating the small half of the sky! Under the withered hooves, a huge deep pit that was extremely hot and exuding white smoke exploded.

At the same time, the golden crown was shining with a pale pink light, and a huge phantom phantom instantly appeared on the right hand of the Bloodwrath Chief: it was a white and brown, extremely handsome tall man and horse. Under the long silver hair, above the handsome face, a pair of golden eyes, like two dazzling gold balls!

The huge phantom, gently holding up an extremely gorgeous gold crown inlaid with nine gems with both hands, slowly walked towards Painhes, his hands slowly sinking, let the bright crown away The top of the bloodrage chief's head was getting closer. In the end, the illusory golden crown merged with the witchcraft crown on his white hair, and no longer distinguished from each other.

"The priest's three-ring magic, scorching light...you...this is impossible! How is this possible?!"

Abhors has long lost his previous composure, his jaw grew in amazement, and his slender four hooves were also shaking gently!

"As you can see, old friend."

Looking at the dark green centaur, who was almost kneeling in excitement, Painhurs put his hands together, accepted the illusion, and crowned him in an incomparably illusory manner.

"I, too, have hair as pale as ice and snow! But it is me who has found the crown of the Supreme King! It is me who has been blessed by Skerrit! It is me, the god who can communicate with us! It is me, who can use it. The magic of the sun!!! From the beginning, the son of prophecy was me Painhes! Not a descendant of the gods!

Toria? She is just the heir of Tomelis, and she is only a blessing to her ancestors! And I, Skerritt in this era, re-selected the champion of choice! Skerritt chooses me to become your supreme king! ! ! "

"Now, kneel down to me and swear allegiance! In this way, I will forgive you for your stupidity in sacrifice of dead bones. I will lead our brothers and sisters to break the shackles of prophecy and march towards a new era! Our country will surely rise again. !!!"

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