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Chapter 206: The Battle of Weeping Rain (12)
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The brilliant beam pierced the dim clouds! The phantom of the gods presented a crown of gold!
The Withered Bones clan is made up of a group of druids who believe in Skerrit. The culture of their clan is closely related to religious worship and sacrificial activities. From birth, each horse has lived in this unique religious atmosphere and thrived under the influence of the Skerrit faith.
Therefore, when the priest saw the illusion of the magic and structure performed by Painhurs, the druids trembled with excitement, and wept bitterly! Some of the elderly sacrifices were even more tearful, and they knelt on the battlefield piously! Welcome a new generation of champions of the God's Choice!
They once thought that they might not see the rise of the horses. However, after hundreds of terrible winters, at the end of these old men's lives, their gods finally heard their pious and desperate call! For the entire race, crowned the new supreme king.
"Chief! This may be a scam! Maybe Painhurs has captured the advanced method of the priest profession after defeating the Holy Fire! It is secretly learning how to inspire divine art without us!"
An elderly withered man and horse stretched out a big scrawny hand. Grasping Abhuos's shoulders tightly, shaking vigorously, awakening him from his trance.
"Moreover, he has a group of human priests in captivity! Yes, he uses divine magic, but that may not be given by Skerrit!"
"Joke! That was the three-ring magical technique just now! Three-ringed magic! Who can reach the level of using the three-ring magical magic in just three months? Not only that, but for three months, his magician's ability to cast spells has remained constant. Going crazy! Do you think this is possible?"
Chief Withered Bones was excited, and every hair on his body was trembling gently.
"It can't be wrong, the prophetic person is Painhus! He was crowned the true Supreme King by our god!"
"The High King! The High King! The High King!"
The druids excitedly raised the staff and weapons in their hands to applaud the birth of the new king.
Not only the Withered Bones clan of the sacred stick, Painhurs's exquisite speech, coupled with the vivid illusion, and the mysterious and dangerous chaotic energy, even his allies were frightened by this vision. Not light.
"The High King! The High King! The High King!!!"
The loyal Bloodfury and Fearless also raised the halberd in their hands high, corresponding to the excited roar of the Withered Bone Clan. Gradually, even the Howling Warlock was infected by this frenetic wave and joined the cheers!
The reversal of the bones caught the descendants of God by surprise. The Six Hundred Forbidden Army was originally divided into two parts, and took the lead in moving towards the two wings of Pain Hess, trying to cooperate with the Druids of Abhus, and encircling the bloody assault troops on three sides.
However, Pain Hess immediately divided his army into two halves, facing the front of the imperial army. With the allegiance of Abhuos, the Withered Bones clan also divided into two teams, chasing the assaulting Jinlu army!
At this moment, the two imperial troops were surrounded by blood, rage and withered bones!
Ahead is a blood-colored banner, a terrifying halberd, and a brutal and bloodthirsty roar, overshadowing the thunder of the sky! Behind him is a fanatical religious believer, one after another contains the magic pulse of terrifying power!
"Sure enough, this trick can only deceive the religious sacrifices of dry bones. Al'Akir's howling men and horses are infected by the frenetic atmosphere, and the gold-run forbidden troops are completely indifferent to my performance."
Painhurs made a cut. Mobilize the vast arcane energy within the flesh and blood. The icy chill was condensed between his five fingers.
The Bloodwrath Chief emptied his five fingers and raised his left hand above his head again. This time, the piercing cold wind from Ling Ling pushed more silver ash clouds and came from afar. Instantly condensed in the sky above the golden shoes. The imperial army only felt cold all over, and raised their heads in surprise-the majestic rain, after passing through the cold arcane clouds, instantly froze into terrifying ice.
"Papa!"
A palm-sized piece of ice fell from the sky and hit a soldier's head heavily. He covered his head painfully. Before he could react, another larger piece of ice fell from the sky and fell heavily on the left shoulder of the Forbidden Army. The sturdy Eastern scale armor smashed into a terrifying depression! Inside the armor, there was the sound of broken bones.
"Papa! Papa! Papa!!!"
Endless piercing ice, driven by the will of the white horse, condense and fall in the clouds, like a majestic torrential rain of ice, dense to a line of solid ice, instantly banning three hundred troops. , Completely submerged.
"It's now! Charge!!"
Painhurs blew the charging trombone, and the blood fury barbarian immediately roared and charged forward. The sound of five hundred cavalry trampled on the grassland was enough to make the most brave warrior discolored!
"boom!!!"
Suddenly, a thunderous and terrifying roar erupted from the Forbidden Army. The blood-rage soldiers charged at full speed, as if hitting an invisible wall, draped in heavy armor, a terrifying body that can reach a ton, they were lifted high into the air!
The heavy spear thrown from the back row also turned over in the rain. It either fell to the ground weakly or turned around. In turn, it fell into the bloody and angry army: as if there were dozens of invisible ones. The air shock wave turned the first wave of blood-raged brutal soldiers and the spears that covered the sky and the sun, and the blasters turned their backs!
"Wither bones betrayed! Abhuos is a traitor! Kill it! Tell the High King the news!"
The Jinlu Forbidden Army, after repelling the first wave of Bloodfury's offensive, immediately turned his head to tear the battlefront of the withered bones, and wanted to return to Toria's side. However, thousands of vines, like lines of blue human-eating pythons, winding around their six limbs and hundreds of skeletons!
The druids were once again in the rain curtain, tearing apart a leaf of green leaves entwined with thorns, the vigorous summoning circle, the messy and bloodthirsty wolf howling became louder and louder, and the cruel and cunning prairie wolves rode on golden shoes. When they were unable to move, they bit their six limbs and a hundred skeletons!
"The siege ring, the energy protection of the ice pattern-cut! Abhuos! The treatment is left to yours!"
The Bloodfury Chief was jealous with the luxurious equipment of the imperial army, and once again summoned the blizzard, the cold winter wind, wrapped in dense ice, once again fell from the sky!
At the same time, the corners of the eyes of the wind howling warlocks flashed with tyrannical currents. They raised their arms and released a stern electric light towards the Forbidden Army! The ice, thorns, thunder and lightning, and three-sided attack hurriedly beat the imperial army, they didn't even know. Which scroll should be torn open to defend against the triple attack.
Relying on the cover of magic, the brutal soldier finally rushed to the golden mask. They waved their hands and halberds, and slammed heavily on the big shield that was overwhelming.
The Jinlu Forbidden Army and Blood Fury are the most powerful and top-notch melee units. However, the imperial army was more sophisticated equipment, spears, shields, and chain armor covering the whole body, making it almost invulnerable for offense and defense.
What's more, every forbidden army is a veteran of the Hundred Wars that Tolia personally selected. Every man and horse is an elite of the elite.
The bloody fury and fearless equipment is not as sophisticated as the Jinlu Forbidden Army. There is no support from strange objects and scrolls. However, they are more bloodthirsty and wild. And more people!
In the face of long-range strikes, Fearless will raise a backup shield to defend against arrows in the sky. However, after entering the body-to-hand combat, these lunatics will abandon all defenses and wield heavy halberds with both hands, drawing a deadly arc in the air!
"Painhurs! Look west! Coles' people are rushing back!"
With his excellent perception, Abhuos found the reinforcements of the golden shoes. Those three thousand golden horses and horses walked around the empty western grassland for two times, only to find a few werewolf scouts-those hell things disguised as ordinary prairie wolves, but the animal companions of the predators were due to heavy rain. , Fell on the shoulders of the werewolf.
Whose eagle would squat on the shoulders of wolves? ! And in the center of this group of prairie wolves, there is a huge brown bear. On the furry back, a black wolf with soaring braids is lying there, snoring...
Three thousand gold shoes quickly broke up this small-scale scout unit. They looked around and made sure that there were no enemies. After they shouted deceived, Coles took the army of gold shoes and quickly returned to help!
"Don't worry about the hard bones of the Forbidden Army! You entangle him! The rest follow me! Kill Tolia and everything will end!!!"
The Bloodwrath Chief wielded his halberd, and under the horrible offensive of a forbidden army, like a violent storm, he was defeated. If it were not for that invisible mage armor, and his keen intuition, he had been resisting and avoiding the spurs of the spear, I am afraid that I would have been pierced with a few blood-colored holes!
In this upside-down situation, Painhurs was slightly relieved until two brutal soldiers came to support him. He wanted to leave all the spell slots to the terrifying mare-but the horror of the Jinlu Forbidden Army far exceeded his imagination.
If you don't use magic, relying on your own top-ranking terrifying power in the entire race, you will actually fall into a disadvantage in a one-on-one battle.
So, the number of people is the same, but they are on the front battlefield. The black fangs who have won the Forbidden Army, how terrible they are...
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"hiss--"
A vertical pupil radiating blue light suddenly appeared in the rain curtain, and tore to the sides, and finally turned into an arcane door.
Wizard: Aldwynn Chaoge, slowly stepping out of any door. The exquisite boots plunged deep into the muddy, wet sand.
"Elf stuff! How is the battle on the front line! We have black fangs, and we have been in the rain for a long time on the beach! When will it be our turn to do it!!! Our short spear is eager for blood!!!"
A tall and mighty horse, covered in fur, as dark as midnight, and deep, like a dark thunder, exploded in front of Chao Song.
A beautiful female head is pinned on his belt. However, the head was obviously bigger than a normal human being-it was the head of a female centaur, the marshal of the imperial army with golden shoes, and the head of Gulvia.
The mage slightly raised his old chin and looked up at the dark executioner. At this moment, thousands of thunder snakes turned into upside-down thunder giant trees, screaming crazily in the cloud layer, and venting their hatred and anger toward the sea!
The pale electric light shone eight hundred black fangs that were full of killing intent, shining even more eerie and terrible.
"He said, you can go."
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Chapter 207: The Battle of Weeping Rain (13)
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Under the cover of a few blood, fearless and desperate, Painhurs finally withdrew from the front line of the battle against the Forbidden Army-although there were only 600 golden masks, these Toria's most powerful minions, It is like two magnificent fortresses made of metal! Stubbornly face the enemy several times! The bloodthirsty barbarians charged in front of the imperial army, smashing their heads.
If it weren't for the druid's thorny entanglement, it would restrict the movement of the golden mask, allowing the bloodraged chieftain to rearrange the formation. I am afraid that this beheading operation will really fall short under the desperate entanglement of the Forbidden Army.
"Aurakir! Take your warlock with me! Leave these difficult golden masks alone! Coles' 3,000 men and horses may return at any time! We don't have much time! Charge forward!"
At a critical juncture, Painhurs redeployed his soldiers. Christina, Caen, and the nearby four hundred heavy armored fearless, two hundred wind howling warlocks, and Abujos's most elite three hundred druid sacrifices, responded to the call of the pale warlocks, and they gave up their fight with the Forbidden Army. Entanglement, in the direction of Tolia, launched the final charge!
The remaining soldiers are responsible for "holding" far fewer than their golden masks, blocking Kors' return to aid, and gaining enough time for the final battle.
"Wind howling warlocks! Save me a spell slot! Ready to cast on the descendants of God! I want to see that lady with my own eyes, being torn to pieces by more than two hundred thunders! Revenge for our chief!!! "
"AlanNure Maid!!!"
Al'akir wielded the blade of thunder blessed by the elements, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder roar, leading his warlock to charge at full speed.
At this moment, Abhuos just wants to end this cruel civil war quickly and reunite the horses. Therefore, he changed his former peacemaker's style of doing things, and his pair of soft eyes, now also reveals bursts of cruel and terrible killings. Meaning. A long-range strike force composed of five hundred spellcasters, even by Roman standards, is a complete main battle army that can only possess a terrorist force.
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"Ah! Bu! Ho! Si!!!"
The descendants of God chosen by this sudden betrayal, their blemishes of qi are about to split, and a pair of beautiful silver eyes are covered with dense bloodshot eyes.
"The Supreme King! It's not good! Behind the camp, there is the sound of horseshoes! The scale is about a thousand!"
"The High King! The people behind, holding two tapered short spears, waving a banner with black fangs! It's them! It's the monsters and executioners that only exist in fairy tales!"
"Crack!"
Toria was angry and anxious, and crushed a skull vessel with one hand. The wine in the glass wet the pale golden cat-man leather.
The situation was reversed. Under Painhurs' continuous strategic adjustments, the absolute disadvantage of the original 15,000 horses and less than 8,000 horses has become the now 1,700 brave athletes from the four clans who encircle Tori. Next to Ya, the last four hundred forbidden troops.
The torrential rain gradually became thinner, and the squally winds became gentle. The dim clouds are disintegrating and dissipating under the scorching sun.
It is bright.
"Kill a forbidden army, reward thousands of animal skins! Hundreds of cows and sheep! Kill Toria and get gold equal to her weight! Seal the place of thousands of households!!!"
Painhurs charged the soldiers while inspiring the morale of the soldiers. At the same time, he also took out a bulging water bag, manipulated the arcane energy in the blood, and made a cloud of blue energy ghosts. Carrying the spirits in the bag, he drew a symbol of the dead on his cheek.
"boom!!!"
Suddenly, countless groups of overlapping force field storms, engulfing the mud and gravel on the ground, one left and one right, brushed the bloodrage chief's cheek, and the brutal soldiers on both sides of the warlock were beaten under the terrifying shock wave. The people turned their backs on their horses, leaving him alone, falling on the spot alone.
Toria seized this opportunity, countless siege rings cut off the two wings of the enemy chief, and now, with her last four hundred forbidden troops, formed a sharp wedge-shaped array, and the descendants of God personally acted as the spearhead of the charge, roaring and killing. To the pale warlock!
Along with the change in the strength of the two sides, the mentality of both sides is also changing. Now, it is the Supreme Queen's turn to make a desperate attempt to decapitate the bloody chief.
"Kill a bloodrage traitor and reward thousands of animal skins! A hundred cows and sheep! Kill Pain Hess and get gold equal to her weight! Marshal of the banned army!!!"
Toria also yelled loudly, inspiring the fighting spirit of the Forbidden Army. Suddenly, her face changed slightly-the pale white horse in the distance did not choose to retreat, but turned into a ghastly and evil monster! The monster has a huge body like a giant, rushing into the sky, and a pair of giant dragon wings, with a slight flap, can wind up the howling wind.
The most terrifying thing is his head-it is a giant octopus magnified countless times, countless red blood dripping slowly on top of eight fleshy tentacles.
I saw that the evil monster that appeared out of thin air gave out a terrifying roar that made blood coagulate! The huge sound wave, wrapped in foul saliva, raised its eight tentacles on the chin high! A huge mouth full of sharp fangs was revealed!
Facing this evil beast, the golden guard guard suddenly became panicked. After being covered by sound waves and saliva, he even let out a hysterical scream!
"Are you all rubbish! It's just a fear technique of the necromantic school! Is all special tricks?!"
With her strong will, Toria resisted the huge horror of facing the indescribable, and recognized the necromantic magic of her opponent.
However, the forbidden army around him was not so lucky. These powerful and well-equipped soldiers, after looking directly at the phantom of fear, were frightened and helpless, fleeing everywhere, and the neat wedge-shaped formation instantly collapsed and disintegrated.
Under the golden mask, the descendant of God's choice bit her delicate lips tightly. She also had no time to waste. The brutal soldiers who were hit by the siege ring would soon regroup. The black fangs behind her back, that shocked the sky The sound of the moving horseshoe is getting closer to myself!
"Pe! Because! He! Si!!!"
After a brief struggle, the chosen descendant single-handedly launched a decisive charge towards the bloody chief! She held up the golden eagle rod in her left hand. Two azure blue jade named [Chaos Core] and [Falling Sky], originally belonging to the witchcraft crown, exploded extremely terrifying arcane energy at the same time!
[Dual Casting: Spell Effective, Spell Powerful, Summon Thunder Storm]
The first clear sky was once again shrouded in deep dark clouds, and the deafening sound of thunder blasted into everyone's ears! All of a sudden, thirty large buckets of thick and thin, dense blue and gold lightning, like a flood that bursts a bank, and like a collapsed sky, from the dark clouds, they protruded out of the electric current body full of arcane runes, whizzing. Moving, squeezing, shoving, scrambling to fall on Painhurs! Inject the terrifying current twice as much as normal spells into the bloody chieftain's body!
Under the golden mask, the corners of Tolia's mouth rose wildly! In her opinion, a double thunderstorm was enough to destroy the flesh and blood of a weak warlock. However, she was wrong. When the thunder and the dust dissipated, what was reflected in her pupils was a godly handsome horse drawn by the ethereal breeze.
"call--"
Painhurs, who was almost unharmed by the thunder, instantly lifted his vaporized form. The pure arcane energy, transformed into a biting cold storm of frost, and gloomy and dark clouds, also gathered on Tolia's head, pouring down a frosty rainstorm at her!
"Papa! Papa! Papa!"
Toria's face sank as he kept watching the white white horse fighting. At this distance... the long-range attack spells that Painhurs can use seem to be only Blizzard.
Thinking of this, the Supreme King raised the eagle-headed staff and rushed to hold up an energy barrier before the blizzard fell. Numerous mysterious and complicated ice totems densely covered the entire magical shield. Absorb the bitter cold from falling ice.
As for the physical blows caused by the ice falling from the sky, it is impossible to penetrate the unusually hard metal steel planks, and the flexible and shock-absorbing green vines, together with the chosen battle armor.
"It's now!"
Looking at Toria, propping up an energy shield against the ice to withstand the energy damage caused by the blizzard, Painhurs instantly tore a magic scroll purchased from the wizard mage.
I saw five azure blue force field missiles, like tigers out of the cage, breaking free from the shackles of the scroll, flying in the air, roaring, roaring, and slamming on the opponent's golden mask! With each impact, the descendants of God's choice were beaten back again and again!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Along with the dissipated arcane missiles, the golden mask was hit by the warlock into fragments, splashing everywhere, revealing a beautiful face occupied by madness, and two rows of nosebleeds after being hit by the missiles.
"Asshole!!!"
The Supreme King licked the blood from the corners of his lips, chanted sacred prayers, and returned colors to the enemy. A bunch of flaming pillars of fire fell from the sky, tearing apart the surrounding clouds, but hitting an energy shield full of flame totems with heavy blows, unable to engulf the warlock below. The blazing flames spitting around are like waves of flames! Even the people on the other side of the battlefield can see this pillar of flames!
"It seems that there is a gem that grants him the skill to cast spells instantly. This warlock will also use protective energy, and even turn his body into a breeze to dodge attacks... There is no point in remote bombardment! I! Need to get closer to him!"
"The four-ring spell slots are almost exhausted! Except for the blizzard, there are no effective long-range attack methods in my spell list! The scroll of the wizard mage is expensive to die! What's more, this mare will also protect energy... ···The necromancy that I am good at, I need to get closer!"
"boom!"
Two pale and handsome horses and eight slender horse hooves turned into two violent winds at almost the same moment! Like two trains running towards each other, rushing towards each other!
Two hundred feet! One hundred and seventy-five feet! One hundred and fifty feet!
A ghostly tentacled co-constructed of flesh and blood and arcane energy, creeping its slender and illusory and terrifying body, stretched out from Pain Hess' ****. Assist the pale sorcerer to cast some contact necromantic spells.
In the eerie singing, this faint blue tentacles and the skeleton hand bones at the top were instantly covered with shriveled, wrinkled, and horrible flesh and blood that had long been necrotic. The dark purple skin is engraved with dense black runes, and in the center of the palm, there is even a sluggish blue eyeball that is so scary that it is deeply embedded in the deep purple flesh and blood!
The ghost tentacles with withered flesh and blood, like a meteor of flesh and blood, drew a dark purple arc of terror in the sky, and the cursed claws filled with necromantic energy, easily passed through the wood armor of gold and steel, in Tori On Ya's left abdomen, five black paw prints were torn out.
"Is this some kind of curse?! Me, my tongue?!"
Toria's eyes widened in horror. She felt her tongue was as rigid as steel, making it difficult to bend, swing, and spit out accurate notes. The prayer halfway through the chant almost disappeared!
At this moment, the pale warlock was less than a hundred feet away from him!
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Looking at Toria, who was panicked because of the difficulty in singing, Painhes raised a confident smile at the corner of his mouth. He raised his halberd with both hands, while galloping forward, he summoned the second root from flesh and blood. The technique, the co-casting tentacles of the dead spirits, launched a decisive charge toward the stammering, illegible descendants of God!
Sixty feet! Forty feet! Twenty feet!
"Pouch."
Accompanied by a dazzling arcane light, Chief Bloodfury was horrified to discover that the tender pasture nearby became extremely large in an instant, far beyond his head, completely blocking his vision. The halberd that had taken advantage of it fell to the ground feebly, and the metal head of the halberd looked bigger than his own body.
And under the horseshoe, that pool of water and mud that was originally unremarkable, now it even overflows its own four hooves...and so on, how come the ants on the pasture have become so huge?
Painhurs looked down inadvertently-the water on the ground reflected a strange face: silver hair, flat face, round eyes, long beard, and three-petal lips... ····
The Bloodfury Chief's eyes widened in horror, his hair exploded, and he let out a meaningless scream.
"Meow meow meow???"
"Pe, Painhurs!"
The descendants of God's Choice stammered and roared, waving the sword of the natural disaster, and rushed towards the white cat.
Although Toria spent several times the time of normal chanting, she still displayed magic beyond the range of the sorcerer's understanding. She looked at the extremely confused cat on the ground with a bright red mouth and raised a triumphant smile. A pair of slender and vigorous front hooves were raised high by the Supreme King, and then trampled down!
"Oh!!!"
Painhurs hurriedly jumped to the side, dived into the dense grass, thinking about the countermeasures. Massive information poured into his ears and nose instantly, showing the world around him in a distinctive appearance in the warlock's mind. The small size also gives the pale white horse an incredible degree of flexibility.
"Sizzle—"
Without a hit, the descendants of God's Choice waved the sword of natural disasters in their hands and slashed at the fleeing cat fiercely. Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, the metal blade entwined with thousands of arcs, tearing out a terrifying arc in the air. The blade cut off the body of the grass, and the electric current scorched their skin. Hundreds of scorched and broken pastures were swept away by the wind.
However, Peinhes, who is also a centaur, understands the weaknesses in the body structure of his population-the centaur is too tall, and it is okay to use a huge two-handed weapon, or a slender pole weapon, like Toria. , A man and a horse with a one-handed long sword can't touch the ground at all, and a small animal can't attack as long as it lie on the ground.
Thinking of this, the white cat swooped and passed Toria's pale gold fur that hung down like a curtain to the horse's hoof in order to protect her lower limbs, rushed under her horse's belly, and smoothly touched the Supreme King's horse's hoof. A paw.
"It's safe for the time being... But what is the situation now? Why am I becoming a cat? Spells of the Transfiguration School? Should I temporarily retreat to Herniwell's side? But I can't help it. Talking, one mouth is meowing..."
"boom!!!"
Just as the Chief Bloodfury was thinking about it, Toria bent her four hooves, her elegant body and solid armor, weighing a ton of terrifying mass, directly pressed on the body of the weak cat, and Painhes spit out on the spot. With a bite of blood, the bones all over his body squeaked and the internal organs were crushed to burst!
Under the heavy damage, the arcane spell sleeping in the blood of the warlock, instinctively jumped, surging in the bloodwrath chief. Painhurs suddenly reacted: Even if he becomes a cat, he still has the ability to cast spells!
Thinking of this, the pale white horse immediately mobilized the magical power within the bloodline, the azure blue arcane energy, centered on the cat, burst out in all directions! The surging torrent of energy, like a ruin, destroys and disintegrates all nearby magic structures.
The white cat, who was crushed under the horse's belly, instantly recovered into a strong man and horse as high as seven feet, and directly flew Toria on her body. The Supreme Queen was caught off guard and fell heavily after the rain. In the mud, there are splashes of mud in the sky. Tainted the armor of holiness,
Painhurs had quick eyes and quick hands, bent his forefoot, and pressed heavily on the Supreme King, propped up an energy shield to protect the thunder with his left hand, and pulled out a metal blade with his right hand, slashing hard at her defenseless face. However, the sword's edge was blocked by the sword of natural disasters that flashed with thunder and lightning.
Looking at the two sharp blades, they crashed together, the bloody chief's left hand also held the slender sword hilt, and tried his best to press downwards, trying to make the sword blade entangled with the electric current cut its owner's cheeks. .
Toria supported the hilt of the sword, slowly rotating her wrist, so that the bronze sheep's head ring on the index finger of her right hand aimed at the chest of the pale white horse.
"Oh!!!"
Painhurs felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a huge siege ram. The whole person was like an arrow from the string, and he was hit and flew out, knocking down several barbarians in a row before he was barely stable. Live shape.
The guard who had been horrified by the fear technique had returned to normal at this moment, but the blood rage coalition forces that had been smashed by the siege ring had also regrouped.
And the black fangs, accompanied by the sound of hoofs shaking the sky, and the roar of wild beasts, slew behind the Supreme King, and cooperated with the three tribes of Blood Fury, Wind Howl, and Withered Bones to surround the Golden Foot Forbidden Legion!
"Woo-woo -"
The sky-shaking horn resounded through the sky, and the black flag fluttered in the wind! Eight hundred venomous snakes run wild in the muddy grassland. These vicious animal companions, like the most insidious and cunning assassins and killers, rely on dense pastures to hide their figure, bypassing the armor of the golden shoes and vertical horseshoes, and will one The sharp fangs were deeply plunged into their flesh and blood.
The fangs of a viper is different from that of a liger. The fangs of those predators are like sharp daggers, which can easily tear the blood vessels and throats of their prey, causing them to die instantly.
However, the fangs of a poisonous snake are more like a hollow needle, just a tool to assist the poisonous venom and inject into the flesh and blood of the prey.
The two sides had not yet come into contact, and the imperial army was caught off guard by the attack from below. Some venomous snakes desperately curled up backwards, like a spring compressed to the limit, violently bounced upwards, biting an important part between the stallion's rear hooves. , Instantly made them lose their fighting ability.
Before the Forbidden Army could use any scrolls or strange objects to fight against the venomous snakes lurking under their feet, the black fangs had already smashed to their side with the sky-shaking battle cry. The tapered short spear, coupled with a terrifying charge, instantly pierced the metal protective gear from the weak point of the armor. The charge launched by the one-ton behemoth also drove the formation of four hundred forbidden troops to pieces.
Every black fang is like a crazy beast and a calm doctor. Their weapons pierced through the air with terrifying bursts of air-breaking sounds, attacking the vital points of the horses and horses with unparalleled precision. It seemed that the forbidden army in front of him was not a wall made of metal, but just a piece of fish that was placed on a cutting board and slaughtered.
In an instant, countless sharp short spears pierced the body of the golden mask with dripping blood. Every attack of the black leucocephalus, even if it is not fatal, will cause the terrifying gold to lose the ability to fight because of the critical damage.
Toria looked at the rear in shock. She finally understood why Gulvia went out with a third of the forbidden army and would be wiped out by the entire army-these dark men and horses, where are their compatriots, It is clearly a piece of terror tool specially used to kill the same race.
"Found you! Toria!"
When the Wind Howling Warlock saw the descendants of God's Choice, they issued an angry and bloodthirsty roar, and the flickering frequency of the electric current at the corner of their eyes skyrocketed wildly at a terrifying speed.
In an instant, two hundred terrifying lightning beams were seen across the first clear sky, and the descendants of God's choice hurriedly opened the shield of energy, instantly absorbing the thunder, absorbing it to the point of saturation, collapse, and being mixed with howls of wind. Warlock, thunder and lightning of infinite anger, torn to pieces!
The fierce electric light instantly drowned the descendants of God's choice.
"Ha! Ridiculous! Al'Akir! You are as stupid as your chief! After hearing the news of your betrayal, do you think I haven't made any preparations?"
Toria walked out of the tyrannical electric current almost unscathed. The golden steel wooden armor was burned by the high temperature brought by the electric current, revealing a circle of vines entwining her body-those green vines, engraved with dense numbers. The thunder pattern, these magic runes, absorbed a lot of electricity, and only a small part of thunder hurt the descendants of God's choice.
However, this is also the limit. She looked desperately at the surrounding battlefield, the rear, the remaining imperial troops, like weeds, slaughtered by black fangs, the front, blood rage, withered bones, and wind howling coalition forces pressed forward every step of the way. , Coles' back army, as well as the remaining golden mask, were also entangled by the druid's thorns. And some bloodthirsty crazy brutal soldiers blocked!
"Abhuos! Why do you want to betray your Supreme King!!!"
The descendants of God's Choice were unwilling to believe in the outcome of their defeat, their messy silver hair hanging down, the embarrassed face covered, their bright red lips, and they trembled slightly because of the violent emotional fluctuations. If it were not for the sudden reversal of the Withered Bones clan, how could he have fallen to this point?
"Because your title of Supreme King is self-proclaimed. And Painhurs—I have witnessed him perform Skerrit's best solar spell! I have witnessed our deity and put it on him Crown of gold!
Toria! Skerrit, our king has been chosen, and that person is not you! "
The descendant of God's choice trembled with angrily, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on her broken armor, but it made Tolia sweat all over her body and cold hands and feet.
Christina, Aorakir, Abhuos, Caen, five powerful men and horses, protected Pain Hess in the center. The black fangs behind, the bloodthirsty roar like a beast, are getting closer and closer to him!
"It doesn't make any sense to stay here, since Coles can't kill him, then I will kill him! Those less than three thousand people, now is my last hope for a comeback!"
Thinking of this, Tolia quickly pulled out a very old scroll from the two snow peaks in front of her chest, and unfolded it with a painful expression on her face. The strong arcane fluctuations on it even moved the wizard of the elves. !
"Quickly stop her! The Muzu text on the back of the scroll says [9]!!!"
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Chapter 209: The Battle of Weeping Rain (15)
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Four spellcasters, Painhurs, Herniwell, Abhors, and Al'Akir, shot at the same time. The illusory ghost bone claws were used as a deadly medium of ghoul touch, transformed into a horrifying medium. The foul-smelling death meteor tore a dark green horrible crack in the sky.
Hennival chanted mysterious and mysterious spells, and the bottomless terrifying magic power of the dragon vein warlock was like the middle of the sea, blowing a terrifying storm. The vast arcane torrents set off waves on the flat ground.
Abhuos offered his most devout prayers to the gods of centaurs. Thousands of green pastures grew crazily under his fanatical call, stretching his body wantonly, like thousands of terrifying snakes, flaring their teeth and claws on the grassland. Whistling to kill the descendants of God's choice.
Al'Akir's eyes were completely occupied by the terrifying thunder. The surging electricity overflowed his angry eyes.
The chief warlock of the Wind Howl clan is now completely swallowed by hatred. He kept roaring the name of the late chief, Jean Maid's name, along with the raging storm, and the land torn by the wind, the pasture, and the howling that drowned the Supreme Queen!
However, in the next second, Toria disappeared out of thin air in front of them. The Bloodwrath Chief's eyes widened in disbelief-he swears that he has been staring at the descendants of God's choice without even blinking. However, in the world just before them, the screen that looked like a dropped frame suddenly froze, and then, the mare disappeared before their eyes? !
Abhuos and Al'Akir did not know what happened. They also looked around in a panic. Only the knowledgeable drow warlock reacted immediately.
"That nine-ring scroll is time to stop! She wants to escape!!!"
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Tolia looked at the still world around her with a bitter smile. This scroll of nine rings is her last resort, but it can only stop time for a few seconds.
In fact, this spell cannot allow the time of the outside world to be frozen and stagnated by arcane power. Just let his own time be accelerated to a terrifying state by arcane arts, and the two are compared, so that other people with normal speeds seem to stand still.
At this time, it was enough time to rush to Painhurs, use the sword of natural disasters to pierce his two hearts, cut off his head, and grab the crown of gold. But what about killing him? This reckless move will only make yourself surrounded by traitors!
Thinking of this, the Supreme King reluctantly restrained his killing intent, and his whole body instantly collapsed toward the center, shrinking, and the solid horseshoes turned into sharp eagle claws, and his slender arms turned into high-spread silver wings. The whole person turned into a vigorous eagle, flapping its huge wings and rising into the sky!
"It's fast, it's fast, it's almost!"
With a pair of sharp eagle eyes, Tolia looked down on the battlefield on the ground. The time lapse had already returned to normal, but she also got rid of the front and back flanking of the four clans, abandoned her loyal imperial army, and fled alone.
Look, it's sunny, the rain has stopped, and Skerrit is on my side! Without the interference of heavy rain, the eagle can leave the ground and get above everyone's head. As long as I fly over this bloody battlefield, I can reach Coles' side!
At that time, with three thousand golden shoes, he rescued the Greymane clan of Gorrel, broke the encirclement of Thunder Spear, and regrouped an army of about 10,000. I would like to see him Peinhes. What other tricks are available !
Thinking of this, the descendants of God's Choice were full of energy, desperately flapping a pair of huge silver wings, wanting to hurry up with the reinforcement round. But, suddenly, the world in her eyes produced ripples of arcane magic, and the whole twisted!
The precious jewellery on the neck turned into a string of hideous fangs. The golden fur draped on his body turned into a black cloak. Above the banner fluttering in the wind, the golden horseshoes are even more twisted into pitch-black fangs!
"Upside down, reverse left and right, Toria, in order to prevent you from escaping, the false phantom has already obscured the scenery near you-you got the wrong direction."
"Christian!!!"
The Descendant of God uttered a desperate roar. After the plan to split the blood and fury failed, she had forgotten this failed chess piece-if Peanna hadn't stopped her and said that the dwarf was not inferior to her in illusion skills, she was an excellent soldier, maybe this guy, Has been swallowed by my own anger!
When the dead poet left the army, she thought that the dwarf also followed. As a result... hell! If you think about it carefully, the fireball technique that marks your position must be the masterpiece of this petite poet!
"I wanted to ask you before, Christina. Why did your twin sister appear on Peanna's left side? Almost became the second in command of the dead of poetry? You sent her undercover?"
Looking at the familiar dark figure, Abhuos raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"No, that bitch Peanna caught my sister's heart demon, and planted enchanting and confusing magic in her mind. Under the control of the dead poet, she almost destroyed the entire bloodanger clan, and finally , Exiled by the law of the clan-damn it! Where did Peanna's coquettish bitch go? I'm going to chop her off with a halberd!"
Rouge Liema clenched the handle of the halberd tightly, and looked at the bard with a very complicated expression.
"I don't know. The dead poets left the camp overnight. No one knew what they were going to do. Even Tolia was confused."
Abhors nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay! Don't say it, hurry up! Catch Tolia alive!"
Paying Hess looked at the petite centaur in the distance, sighed deeply, then recovered, summoning the army for the final mobilization.
"Don't be proud! Brothers and sisters! Except for Charles Stone, no army loyal to Toria was completely defeated by us!
The blood rage barbarians I left behind were all light-armored assault riders. They could only delay the pace of Gorell's attack. The terrifying gray falcon was pecking at our flesh and blood every minute and every second.
The Thunder Spear clan of Lego, although trapped Flor's army. However, the two sides clamored for a fierce battle, and the outcome has not yet been decided.
Not to mention Coles! He has brought his own people, and the Tasmar clan to kill back! We need a bargaining chip to force them to withdraw from the battle, or even surrender!
In other words, if we catch the false king, we can win the final victory! ! ! charge! ! 1"
"AlanNure Painhus!!!"
Hundreds of heavy armor were fearless, stepping on the trembling horrible steps of everything else, and launched the final charge towards the descendants of God who flew in the wrong direction. The black fangs threw out tapered spears to form a dense firepower net, forcing the silver falcon to fall downward. The wind howling warlocks had a word, manipulating the direction of the airflow, forcing the eagle to fall into the abyss of death.
The descendants of the gods looked down desperately, and the blood-stained black gendarmes walked densely on the corpses of the Forbidden Army, like a dark and terrifying mouth full of fangs and teeth—and he was Fall to the center of the big mouth of the blood basin!
"boom!!!"
The snow-white falcon suddenly threw nine golden spheres from its neck. The moment they touched the ground or the body of a man and horse, they caused a violent explosion. A bunch of colorful fire clouds, rushing to bloom on the earth covered with corpses, countless flame meteors, dragging a long dark tail flame, accompanied by a creepy whistling sound, from the clouds The center, sputtering in all directions!
"call--"
After using the fireball necklace to blow up the eye-catching black dog, Tolia instantly recovered the half-man and half-horse prototype. She put away the eagle-headed staff, waved the sword of the natural disaster in her right hand, and raised the engulfed black shield in her left hand. , In despair, doing the final fight!
"Rumble!!!"
The sharp metal blade, accompanied by the roaring thunder, ripped the steel armor and fleshy neck, the bloodthirsty and terrifying heavy armor was fearless, and could not even withstand her one attack! Was directly cut off the first level! The head with a stunned expression, accompanied by an arc of blood, fell into the distance.
However, when Toria wielded the sharp blade of Thunder for the second time, the Bloodfury Chief who propped up a Thunder Shield had already smashed in front of her!
"Painhurs! I admit your ability to cast spells is one of the best in the whole clan! You can even compete with me! But, a warlock, how dare to fight melee with a druid?"
Tolia raised her shield flat and easily caught the spur of the halberd. She was like a vigorous lioness, with a delicate long sword, slashing fiercely on the wooden halberd hilt, wrapped in a mighty thunder, swept toward the opponent. Hands with halberd.
No way, the Chief Bloodfury had to let go of his weapon to avoid the enemy's inevitable thunder sweep. However, his eyes and ears were completely attracted by the dazzling electric lights and the thunder of the sky. Toria took this opportunity. , Immediately bullied himself forward, and the shield in his left hand hit the pale warlock's chest heavily!
Due to this heavy blow, Painhurs staggered backwards, and the descendants of the God-chosen once again wielded the sword of natural disasters, but the second halberd, with extremely terrifying wind pressure, slammed her face heavily. Although Toria tilted her head and dodged her muddy cheeks, she was still pressured by the terrifying wind, and a blood-colored crack was torn apart.
"Tom, tom! Tom!!!"
Christina, who followed closely, cut her body regretfully. The speed of her heart beating suddenly increased countless times faster! The smooth and white human skin quickly dyed into a thrilling rouge color, and a pair of beautiful and beautiful eyes like rubies burned with a substantial blood flame, making the heroic chieftain full of a kind of monster. Wild special beauty.
After the rage, the temperature of Christina's body surface was also scary. Drops of red, bloody sweat slowly oozes out of the Fearless Chief, her breathtaking rouge skin, almost instantly vaporized by her hot body temperature, quickly forming a terrifying bloody mist, which rushes into the sky like wolf smoke. !
"Toriya!!!"
The rouge horse roared wildly, and pierced the halberd, and then changed the stab into a sweep. The powerful halberd slashed at the neck of Chief Jinlu!
"Christina-I also admit your power. You can be said to be the most bloodthirsty and terrifying berserker among our people. But, you are the same as your spouse, far worse than me! Barbarians in the area! , In front of the druid's spell, it will only turn into a bone of rouge!"
The cane wrapped around the descendants of God's choice suddenly gained life. They twisted their green bodies, like hundreds of poisonous snakes, entangled the heavy halberd, making the rouge horse unable to swing downwards. Chop, taking this opportunity, Toria's lips lightly opened, and the second huge pillar of flame that penetrated the sky fell from the sky under her will! The blazing sacred flame, burning, destroying everything!
Except for the pale figures that embraced Christina one by one, and an energy shield full of flame totems.
"Toriya, you are right. If you break it apart, none of us are your opponents."
Painhurs gently let go of the beautiful woman in his arms, and the golden crown on his head flashed with pale pink fluorescence again.
"However, my arcane power, coupled with Christina's fighting ability, and the united power of the Bloodfury clan, have already surpassed you! Puppet King!!!"
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Chapter Two Hundred and Ten: The Battle of Weeping Rain (16)
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Thousands of pastures, under the order of Abhuos, are like giant pythons dancing all over the sky, roaring and entwining the swords of natural disasters. The terrifying electric current is constantly tearing the lush pasture, but every time it tears a green maniac, it will find desperately: there are ten sturdy pastures around, roaring around its sharp body.
Christina gave up the halberd that was entangled with thorns. She quickly pulled out the long sword around her waist, her arms filled with bloody mist, and drew a scarlet arc in the air with a suffocating terrifying wind pressure. Slash at the right hand of the descendant of God!
Through the reports of spies and scouts, Toria has an extremely deep understanding of the capabilities of the rouge horse. The power of this guy suddenly skyrocketed three months ago, leading the entire race. With a heavy blow with both hands, it is enough to smash the shields and armor of the imperial army, and divide their ** into two!
Even with a one-handed long sword, her full swing is enough to smash solid metal.
In desperation, the descendant of God had to let go of his most cherished weapon and barely escaped Christina's attack. Al'Akir also wielded the blessing blade and shot out from the flank, forcing her to hold her shield to block.
"call--"
Taking advantage of the fierce battle between the three, Painhurs threw a burning candle and a melted white candle, quickly painted on the grassland, and twisted into a four-ringed summoning circle filled with purgatory text—— However, the circle of the inner ring dissolves and changes into three smaller circles at the moment when the magic circle is formed. They are pushed and squeezed together, like a three-yellow egg.
"Roar!!!"
Accompanied by the roar of terrifying beasts, and the rich scent of sulfur, the three large dogs full of hell flames roared and rushed out of the three curse circles in the inner ring. They opened their terrible blood bowls and opened their mouths towards Toria pours out three raging fires from hell!
At the same time, Herniwell also drove a prairie horse, galloping to the side of the golden-footed chief, she sideways her dark and slender waist, her graceful and tall body, exuding a kind of terrifying breath. .
Tolia turned her head and looked around, almost recognizing this drow as a young whelp—the dragon vein warlock bypassed the three hell hounds, with sexy red lips, just like the breath of a dragon, exhaling a cone-shaped Black mist. The horrible fog, like a wild horse running off the rein, and the tide of a bank burst, instantly flooded the body of the descendant of God's choice, corroded, and burned her flesh and blood.
"The Supreme King is in danger! Protect to..."
Seeing Toria falling into the siege, the anxious eyes of a few of the forbidden soldiers were red. They tried to evacuate the battlefield and rushed to help their loyal queen. However, on the battlefield, every little negligence could determine the final life and death. . What's more, the opponent of the imperial army is the black fangs that grind and suck blood.
A short tapered spear accurately pierced the eye hole of the mask, and the sharp tip of the spear plunged deeply into the brain of the Forbidden Army.
"He just called the Supreme King again?"
Heihu Hundred Households: Logan pulled out his weapon, blood and brain plasma mixed together, forming a golden red wave, immediately gushing out from the deadly wound of the Forbidden Army. However, the executioner would not pay attention to the dead bodies. He was completely indifferent to the thousands of corpses that died under his hooves. The sharp eyes quickly locked on a new target-the descendant of God's choice.
"With a centaur, gold of equal weight!"
Logan's breathing, accompanied by Painhurs' promise, instantly became extremely rapid. He let out a greedy roar, and the four dark horseshoes instantly turned into afterimages, like a gloomy storm. Heihu Hundreds, leaving his comrades aside, tried to take down the reward that made him salivate.
"Logan? Logan!!! Damn! Last time he fought with Gulvia's imperial army, he did the same! Whenever he saw his achievements, he ran like a lunatic!"
Chief Black Bat: Under the protection of the military police, Sigrit quickly untied the rope of the canvas and carefully took out a black bow that was not wet with water from the inside of the dry package. She pulled away the black longbow that was specially designed to counter the centaur and destroy the enemy's enchantment, and vent her black anger to the surrounding imperial army.
"Chief, are we going to support Logan Hundred Households?"
A black gendarme easily blocked the golden mask that came from howling. He was like walking in a leisurely courtyard. First, he cut off the opponent's wrist, and then a spear pierced the neck of the Forbidden Army.
"He rushed into the enemy camp alone? Not saved! Let that guy take a lesson!"
Sigrit bent the bow and set the arrow angrily. In the last match, this guy rushed to the front of the Marshal of the Forbidden Army. Although he killed Gulvia, he was seriously injured, if not for a few military police. Quickly, he will definitely die on the carcass of that mare. I clearly reminded him, don't be so reckless next time...
"Tsk-forget, we won't save him, but I also want to get that huge amount of gold from the bloody chieftain-the reconstruction of the black clan, there is so much money to spend!"
The newly grown-up Chief Black Root snorted proudly. Speaking of duplicity, she immediately took the two hundred black Xianwei under her command to cover Logan, breaking through the already sparse and defeated defense line of the imperial army!
Among the human races, the most top-notch elites, now, most of them are gathered on this small battlefield.
The scarred descendant of God's choice, like a wounded beast, roared unwillingly, within a radius of forty feet, crimson pasture thirsty for blood, like thousands of terrifying scarlet pythons. Under the weight of the corpse, he stuck his head out, entangled and swallowed the flesh and blood of everyone around him! From a distance, it looked like a boiling blood-colored lake!
And the bloody Tolia, relying on the druid's ability to walk through the forest, in the wildly dancing grass sea, constantly distanced himself from the horses and hellhounds. Except for Abuhos, who is also the Archdruid, everyone is trapped in this dense, frantically dancing sea of scarlet grass, struggling to move forward.
Painhurs could tear the entangled pasture easily, but there was more pasture flooding him overwhelmingly. And the plants and trees thirsty for blood and rain stopped the raging flames of the Hellhound within a certain period of time.
"clang!!!"
The Descendant of God held high the shield, and slammed together with Abhuos' disease sickle in the air, rubbing a string of stern sparks. She constantly adjusted her position to avoid facing Herniwell and Ou. Rakir's arcane blow, his right hand pulled out a spare blade from his waist, and it fell on the body of the chief withered bone like a violent storm!
"call out!!!"
A terrifying and terrifying sound like a banshee's screaming sound suddenly sounded behind her, and the descendants of the gods hurriedly dodged, but the human back was still hit by a black feather arrow, a sharp arrow. Tuo shot through her gripped waist, and from Tolia's lower abdomen, she pointed out her own terrifying edge covered with flesh and blood scraps.
"what!!!"
The will of the descendants of God is as strong as steel. During the siege, she was burned by flames and corroded by strong acid, but she was unable to destroy Tolia's sanity, causing her to cry in pain.
But... now, the descendants of God's choice are actually wailing for the damage caused by this arrow. The enemy-breaking arrows fired by the black bow tortured the unique nerves of humans and horses, and brought them unbearable pain like a heart-cutting bone!
"Toriya!!!"
Logan slammed four hoofs on the ground, and jumped out a pitch-black arc above the dancing blood-colored grass. The sharp tip of the spear reaches the opponent's throat!
However, he still didn't jump high enough. The endless blood-colored pastures, like blood-colored arms, quickly climbed to the sky, wrapped around his dark horseshoes, and pulled down forcefully, causing the black fangs to fall to the ground!
"hiss--"
Just when Tolia turned around and wanted to kill the black military police, the air around her suddenly dropped, and the ghost hand constructed by arcane and flesh and blood, winding through the sea of grass, came to her side. , The five sharp bone claws burned a faint blue cold air, swept across her pale body, and set off five miserable blood blossoms!
"One click! Two clicks! Three clicks!"
The ghost hand, under the command of Painhurs, is like a ghost of nothingness and a slippery loach. Toria, who endures the painful battle, cannot destroy this blue cold tentacles at all, and attack it with all his strength. On the contrary, the body was torn out a few terrible scars!
The deadly negative energy slowly penetrated into her body, and at the same time destroyed the spirit and spirit of the descendants of God's choice, seventh and eighth! Ninth!
"Oh, you can use Cold Touch to attack nine times in a row. It's amazing, amazing."
Herniwell gave a relieved smile. Her graceful tall and seductive body turned into an ethereal breeze mist, slowly approaching the edge of the entanglement technique-only forty feet, waiting for herself to fly out of this. The damn bloody hell, Tolia, is still within range of her spell!
"Traitors! You damn traitors! May Skerrit curse your souls!!!"
The Chief Jinlu, who was significantly slower, pulled out the eagle-headed wand on his waist with a frantic look, chanting a mysterious mantra quickly. Two azure blue oval jade stones, like two icy suns, burst out with a dazzling azure blue light!
However, in the next second, the mysterious mantra came to an abrupt end, and no matter how hard the descendants of God chose, they could not utter any syllables of the mantra. At the same time, her ears could not hear the murmur of war beside her.
Toria stopped her useless chanting, she turned her head around in disbelief: it was a beautiful face almost exactly the same as Christina, and her red eyes were as magnificent as rubies, filled with bone-to-heart hatred. His delicate hands gently plucked the strings of the harp.
"It's over, the descendant of God's choice."
Watching Chief Jinlue's angry flaws cracking, he roared silently at Christian. Sigrit and Logan, one on the left and the other on the right, quickly rushed to the sides of the descendants of God's choice. The two people who know the structure of the centaur, pushed and pulled with both hands, directly dislocated Toria's shoulders, and the two slender arms fell weakly between the waist, the dark shield and the golden eagle staff were also weak. Fell to the ground.
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