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Chapter 216: The Bi Ying of Disaster
"A centaur, a archer, integrated with his mount, symbolizing a warrior who perfectly controls his war machinery! Our race is destined to be the overlord of the grassland! No one can shake our rule! A brand new kingdom will With the joint efforts of everyone, it is like the rising red sun, slowly rising!"
Painhurs talked freely in front of Jinlu's soldiers. Trying to let these exaggerated numbers of fighters put aside the estrangement and hatred between the clans. Hand in hand for the future of the entire centaur race.
The pale white mana's slender and sturdy four hooves were slightly vain. The drow has so many tricks and skills, every time, it can stimulate the deepest joy of his soul, and it is a little overwhelming to get down all night.
Fortunately, in the end, relying on her size advantage, she defeated the slender Heniwell, causing her to breathe with satisfaction and pain, and she began to beg for mercy-unfortunately, she was covered with sweat and weakness. In the constant tremor of both hands, it was impossible to untie the two fixed-purpose belts.
Until now, the drow was still lying on the sheepskin blanket, sleeping exhausted and contented.
"Chief! Chief! It's not good!!!"
Just when the bloody chieftain calmed down the soldiers. Suddenly, a predator rushed towards the pale white horse. His left wrist was wrapped in several layers of thick leather. A dark falcon used the left arm of the horse as a resting perch. The sharp claws of the horse were deep. Submerge into the leather.
"what's up?"
Painhurs interrupted the speech and looked strangely at the person who came: He was also a bloody veteran, and interrupting himself in such a panic, there must be an emergency.
"Green green dragon! The evil dragon with green scales in the ghost flower sea is flying towards us!!!"
The pale white horse's face suddenly became very ugly. In the distance, a fierce roar containing anger and humiliation also verified the accuracy of this information.
"Quick! Get out of the city! Face off! Don't burn the flames of war into the castle! Quick! Quick! Quick!"
The white white horse quickly entangled two bloody savages from a hundred families, cooperated with a few wind howling warlocks, and a thunder spear guard of a hundred families, and took the lead to gallop to the west. At the end of the blue sky, a small emerald green spot grew bigger and bigger with the passage of time.
The terrifying body covered with turquoise scales resembles a majestic and verdant mountain range, with elegant and slender limbs and necks, swaying with the wind, just like a terrifying python choosing people to eat. A pair of emerald green fleshy wings that can cover the sky and the sun, every time it is flapped, it can roll up a terrifying storm!
Under the shadow of Motarian's wings, the pastures were trembling and curled up together. The grazing flocks were frightened by the dragon's innate aura and bleated, and fled in all directions! The herders and Caucasian dogs who took care of them were not so much better. In front of the flying beast, they even foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground!
"I didn't mess with him again! This dragon is sick! Forget it, he doesn't have the advantage of venue and number of people this time. Who is really afraid of who is going to fight!"
Painhurs barely stabilized his emotions, stimulating the morale of the soldiers.
"Don't be afraid! No matter how strong the opponent is, there is only one! And behind us, there are thousands of brothers and sisters! Everyone shoots an arrow, and this evil dragon can be shot into a bloody hedgehog! Everyone, bend Bow and arrow!"
"boom!!!"
Just when the barbarians were about to shoot a round of arrows rain covering the sky and the sun, the master of the Youlin Huahai actually retracted his wings far away and began to dive toward the ground, like an emerald green terrifying meteor. With a dark green poisonous tail flame, it fell from the sky and hit the open pasture in the distance, raising smoke and dust in the sky.
Looking at the evil green scale dragon that fell three hundred feet away, Painhurs was also a little surprised. This extremely treacherous dragon actually gave up its flight advantage? What tricks does he want to play?
"Friend? Friends!"
Motarian's head and neck are like a shadowy green-scaled giant python, quietly drilling out of the sky. Immediately afterwards, there were two equally elegant, slender front paws, and broad and strong arms-on his left shoulder, sat a green behemoth.
"Beast Leonardo Waaagh Fincher???"
Centaur's eyes widened in disbelief. This green-skinned master and war chief was miserable and embarrassed to the extreme. He was covered in blood, had his arm broken, and the chain armour on his right was empty. The proud four soaring fangs were also broken in half,
The bridge of the nose of the beast Onardo, as if hit by a rammer, broke open, and the nose hung crookedly on his terrifying and terrifying face, which was even more miserable and funny.
However, this guy is actually sitting on an adult green dragon! ! !
Motarian let out a grumpy roar, lowered his head reluctantly, and let Green Skin slide along his slender neck to the ground. Da Ji Ba crookedly walked to Painhurs's side, raised his only arm, and happily roared to the sky!
"Friend Penhurs! I did it! I did it! Although I ruined the entire Evil Flame clan, I still conquered a dragon! And rode him in the sky! Hahaha! Since ancient times, I can conquer. There are only a handful of dragons with green skin. I'm afraid I will be the only one who is still alive!
Now, I am the biggest! I am the strongest! I am the best choice for Mao! ! ! "
"······"
The Bloodfury Chief had an expression of seeing a ghost, and his horrified gaze constantly switched on the beasts Onardo and Motarion. A green-skinned war gang of more than 800 people actually won a green dragon? ? ?
"You, how did you win? Does he have an unknown number of slaves of wood elves? The dead in poetry seems to be..."
"Ah, old friends are here, don't you need good wine and meat to entertain? My clan is dead, and there is no cook who will stew Scrooge for me."
Onardo the beast said with some grief, but the sorrow of extinction was soon overwhelmed by the sense of accomplishment of the captured dragon. With one hand on his hips, Green Leather straightened his chest, and looked around proudly at the people and horses around him.
"From today onwards, I will be called the Dragon Trainer: Beast Leonardo Waaagh Vinci!!!"
The pale white horse rolled his eyes silently. Secretly ordered the soldiers under his command to closely monitor the seemingly obedient and well-behaved dragon, and then, with the eight-foot-tall master, walked into the fortress and slaughtered a fat sheep to receive it.
Several predators who went out hunting provided a doe for this small banquet and bought some sea fish from the Goths.
A young foal who had just grown up, touched a few bats from which cave, was immediately snatched by Painhurs, threw it into the bonfire and burned, and ordered the druids to check these foals who were not afraid of death— -The ignorant is fearless. If you eat this stuff, if something goes wrong, the magic will not save you. Compared with these skinny and almost meatless things, are cattle and sheep raised in captivity not fat or fragrant?
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Chapter 217: Green Skin VS Green Dragon
"My friend, how did you defeat that dragon and successfully tame it?"
Looking at the beast that looked like a round and swallowed dates, and eaten half of the roast lamb in one go, Painhurs made a puzzled voice. He understood the character of the orc, so he put on a tone of worship.
"As far as I know, he still has many servants of wood elves and centaurs. The powerful dragon trainer beast Onardo, you can actually defeat them at the same time. It's amazing, amazing."
"Servant? What kind of servant???? When we go, he is a dragon."
Onardo the beast swallowed the chewed meat, and then drank a large bowl of fermented milk wine. The emerald green face was filled with a drunken blush.
"Come, come, I tell you, my legendary battle to tame the dragon!!!"
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Time went back to two days ago.
The orcs of the Evil Flame clan were cutting wood aggressively, and even took out a lot of coins, livestock, and hired laborers to help them gather raw materials. Leonardo the beast brought a group of technical boys, and tool beasts such as the hammer Sigug, the line Sgug, and the saw Sgug to show their magical powers.
On a huge four-wheeled carriage, five or six layers of tattered, crumbling wooden buildings were covered by orcs, countless goblin slaves, and a subspecies of Skug that can spit out corrosive acid hid. Inside, they control a series of scaled-down scorpion crossbows, condescending, and shooting at 360 degrees without dead ends.
This kind of mobile fortress that looked as tall as a trash mountain from a distance, the Evil Flame Orcs had built a total of five units, each of which was moved by a six-headed Skugela. In addition, there are a lot of wood and rubber bands. As well as all kinds of tattered, re-created blasting garbage, advancing aggressively.
It didn't take long before the evil flame clan arrived in the unknown forest. The towering pine and cypress giant trees were densely crowded together, and the snow-blue skull flowers stretched to the end of the field of vision. Hundreds of millions of dark green leaves rustled under the breeze. The birds and beasts in the forest, as if possessing their own souls, suddenly stopped in place one by one, vigilantly looking at these foreign orc clans.
Although both the green skin and the green dragon have a "green" character. However, these bold and wild humanoids are not interested in the aesthetics of dragons. Leonardo the beast has no interest in the magnificent and magnificent virgin forests and the beautiful and delicate flowers. He gave an order, and the cavalry boy immediately lifted the bag of gravel in front of him and dumped them on the sunken bomb carrier.
For the other batch of green skins, pour viscous scrooge fat on the stone bullets. And rubbing the iron with flint violently, bursting out dazzling sparks, after the fire, the boys violently loosened the noose, letting the huge and thick wooden stakes lose their restraints, they made a "bang" The loud noise, pulled by countless flexible tendons, instantly restored the vertical position.
The slender lever makes the throwing force even more terrifying, and countless pieces are covered with sticky fat. In the sky, the burning rubble marked countless bright lines of kneeling. Dragging a string of dark tail flames, like countless flaming meteors, fell into the gloomy forest! ! !
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
"According to Centaur's intelligence, entering the forest to fight with him is looking for death! Then, burn! Burn this forest to me! No matter how long it takes, you must force the green dragon out! Trash mountain, ready to shoot at any time!"
"Waaagh!!!"
The green-skinned boys cheered. They clenched the machete and bow and arrow in their hands. Excitedly searching for the enemy's figure. Longing for the appearance of battle.
In fact, the Evil Flame clan didn't wait long, and Mortarian would not tolerate his cherished garden being burned to ashes by a gang of orcs. The birds perched on the branches of the tree immediately reported the situation to their masters through their own eyes.
In the depths of the forest, a terrifying storm suddenly blew, and the sound of blades rubbing against each other intensified, even overshadowing the sound of flames and the roar of orcs!
The evil sun orcs grew their mouths in horror, and countless towering giant trees bent their burly branches toward the sides of the dragon, making way for Mortarian to fly. The whole forest seemed to be a verdant green. The ocean, the wings covered by the evil dragon, were evenly cut into two halves.
"Hoho Ho Ho!!!"
The green-scaled evil dragon uttered a sky-shaking roar. In the scarlet mouth of the terrifying blood basin, countless fangs entwined with poisonous fog, under the sunlight, reflected the sharp cold light, and the long, bloody tongue branched. With a flick, a large amount of corrosive terrifying liquid was splashed everywhere by the dragon.
"Shoot! Shoot! Hurry, hurry!"
Beast Leonardo hurriedly ordered. However, a terrifying behemoth the size of a hill suddenly divided the entire forest into two, like a violent wind, like a thunder, like a meteor, and rushed toward him fiercely, casting his terrifying shadow over the entire branch. At the foot of the army-the scene in front of you was too terrifying, and a large number of orcs trembled, and they couldn't even move a finger!
Motarian lowered his head, brewing a lethal dragon's breath. The moment he passed over the Evil Flame Clan, the tyrannical air currents were instantly engulfed in corrosive and poisonous gas, like a dark green stormy sea, gushing out of Mortalian's mouth! And keep moving with his swift flight!
The deadly breath of the dragon, like a collapsed sky, buried the orcs in a dark green death ruin
Under the violent wind swept through, the flexible vines were steadily broken, and the pastures all over the mountains were crushed into the tiniest dust, and the burning flames were instantly extinguished by the violent air currents. Even the war machine was torn apart by the terrifying wind.
Where the dragon's breath passed, the flat ground was torn into loose soil, all of which was lifted into the air and turned into yellow sand in the sky, exposing sections of ancient tree roots that were intertwined in Panzhihua.
The poison engulfed in the wind is more like the hand of death, shattering the lives of everything. The forest creatures wrapped in the dragon's breath stiffly fell from the branches. Hair, flesh and blood, and even hard bones are all corroded by toxins at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wherever the poisonous cloud passed, the towering giant trees withered and rotted! Countless orc boys and Skug were caught off guard. They wailed, coughed, and cried bitterly. Their mobility was restricted by neurotoxins, and then they were completely swallowed by the poisonous mist that could corrode flesh and blood.
Pieces of decayed green flesh and blood, like pieces of withered autumn sunset leaves, slowly peeled from the pale bones and fell. Not long after, even the strong bones are covered with dense cracks on the surface. When touched, it shattered into debris all over the floor.
However, there were still some determined green skins, and began to bow their bows to fight back. The horrible arrow rain covering the sky and the sun hit the green scales, rubbing the bright sparks of the debut, the trash mountain made deafening horrible noises, the shaky body, shooting out corrosive acid, and the length of the bowl. spear.
An ancient giant that was transformed by the beast Onardo's magic, attracted everyone's attention. On the third floor of the five-story dangerous building, it was covered with spears, wooden nails, and even sticky blood and mud. , Forcibly nailing a huge lever device, connected to a wooden stake tens of feet long with grooves.
At the end of the stake, there was a dense crowd of cheek-biting Skugs: these chubby little things have cruel temperament, and their jagged teeth are enough to chew human skulls. At the other end of the lever, a boulder heavier than Skug was tied, but it was pulled high in the air by countless ropes and fixed to the top of the trash mountain.
Amidst the furious roar of the big tyrant, a few goblins who were frightened by the dragon and whose calves were weak, quickly took out a knife from their arms and cut the ropes that fixed the stakes and boulders, and the extremely heavy stakes immediately attacked Falling down, hit the ground heavily, causing smoke and dust.
At the same time, the other end of the lever that suddenly popped up directly threw the hundreds of Sgugger cheeks above them into the air! The chubby little things screamed in fright.
Some of them landed on Mortarian's back, gnawing frantically on the green dragon scales, rubbing a string of dazzling sparks. Yes, he bit the fleshy wing of the green scale evil dragon, and did not let go. With the flapping of the wings, he swayed up and down quickly, and more Sguggers fell heavily on the ground and turned into a pool of blood and blood. Mashed meat.
"Damn green skin!!!"
Motarian adjusted his downward direction slightly and flew over the open space between the two garbage mountains. A pair of terrifying flesh wings wrapped in strong winds, like two huge sharp axes, cut the garbage mountain into two neatly from the center. !
Scroog, who was entangled in the dragon wings, was hit into a muddy puddle of flesh on the spot. The goblins who stayed inside the vehicle also suffered a tragic fate of being slashed. The blood-stained wood debris was flying all over the sky. The huge wreckage of the regiment collapsed, and I don't know how many innocent green skins were killed.
Mortarian began to climb to the sky, his huge turquoise body, as graceful and agile as a petrel, he was like an acrobat, spinning three times in the air at a high speed three hundred and sixty degrees, removing the damn face-biting Sgugger. All shake off.
"call--"
The beast Leonardo looked at the green Grim Reaper in the sky in horror. He arrogantly looked down at the ants on the ground and took a deep breath again!
"Dragon's breath! Dragon's breath! Find cover!"
The war chief fled embarrassedly to a mountain of garbage, hoping that these messy wooden fortresses could filter out terrifying toxins. His big green face, clinging to the leaky wooden wall, through the cracks, watching the external scene-the terrifying breath of corrosion, like a dark green stormy sky! Once again flooded the evil flame army he was proud of.
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Chapter 218: The Dark Green God's Grace
Under the pressure of the real dragon, the seven-headed fierce and aggressive, two-footed flying dragon chained to the ground, at this moment, is like a docile lamb, trembling all over, lying on the ground obediently, using the huge pair of forelimbs. Wing, blindly covering his head, said silently in dragon language, "You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me..."
Less than a minute after the start of the battle, Mortarian killed more than 80 greenskins with just one dive and two breaths. By the way, he destroyed the shaky morale of the Evil Flame clan. Numerous skins were eroded, and large pieces were exposed. The pink muscled orc, screaming, crying, wailing and fleeing! No one used the rubbish in the city, and among the three remaining rubbish mountains, goblins continued to jump off the building to escape!
"Come back! Give me all back!!!"
Beast Leonardo watched everything that the green dragon was destroying him, almost dripping blood with distress. With the help of a loudspeaker device made of horns, he let out a blood-solidified roar, and barely revived the morale of nearby soldiers. By the way, he boarded the second floor of the trash mountain and snatched a tattered one from the goblin's hands. Of the giant crossbow.
The Eagle Eye Scroog on the shoulders of Da Jiba also jumped to the support of the giant crossbow, assisting the orcs in calculations and adjusting the trajectory of the shot.
The speed of a real dragon is three times that of a bipedal flying dragon, but its agility is only a little bit. The huge dragon needs to make a big circle to adjust and change the direction of its flight. Beast Leonardo stared at the terrifying green shadow in the sky, and viciously detained the hanging knife in his hand.
Accompanied by the deafening bowstring boom, a heavy spear, in the clear sky, drew a brown arc, sharp spear tip, pointed directly at Mortarian's golden vertical pupil!
The green scale evil dragon sneered at the orcs hiding in the wood fortress. Inside the dragon's eye pupils, the second layer of horizontally contracted eyes, like two solid glass doors, closed suddenly, and the spears shot out could not penetrate the dragon's inherent horrible armor. Motarian has more powerful fangs and claws than his fellow dragons, so he aimed at the mountains of trash!
"Roar!!!"
At a critical juncture, a few psionic boys in linen robes finally completed their spells. The three-headed and two-footed flying dragon accompanied by arcane spells opened its mouth wide, and uttered low roars against the green shadows in the sky.
The inside of the red flying dragon's eye sockets were filled with hideous bloodshot eyes, a pair of huge fleshy wings, overflowing with bloody smoke. It's almost like the bloody rage of a barbarian.
On the other side, a large army of fifty men also stepped on the corpses of their compatriots who had died tragically and roared in anger. These nine-foot-tall big green-skinned men wield horror blades far beyond the ordinary size, and rode a huge Skog to support their boss. Under the order of the beast Onardo, several goblins who were about to be scared to death, whip the pack beasts that are pulling carts, order them to lead the garbage mountain and continue to approach the green dragon!
"boom!!!"
Accompanied by a deafening loud noise. The goblins destroyed all the supporting structure of Garbage Mountain. The six-story dangerous building soaring into the cloud shook tremblingly, and according to the accurate calculation of the beast Aonado, collapsed toward the green dragon! The huge amount of wood and stone are like a flood that bursts a dyke, and it looks like a collapsed sky, mixed with a few goblins that haven't escaped, Sgug. Motarian's head was submerged in an instant!
Was beaten by a green scale evil dragon that was too rough to handle, and landed on the battlefield, four slender and ferocious dragon claws plowed the ground into four deep furrows of flesh and blood. The collapsed wooden piles and stones did not harm the solid dragon scales. However, a large amount of waste dust penetrated into Mortalian's nasal cavity. He sneezed frantically, and every sneeze caused the nearby area to fall into the envelope of poisonous death fog.
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Greenskin is a very wonderful creature. If the gods can absorb the beliefs of believers, they can gain extraordinary powers. Then, every green skin is a weakened version of the deity.
They can also absorb the compliments and admiration of their companions. The more powerful the orcs they can beat, the more their companions will worship them. Under the influence of this peculiar energy, the bodies of these creatures will produce permanent The sexual mutation swelled into a terrifying green skin in the form of a giant-the so-called big green skin.
There is no limit to this hugeness. As long as the green skin does not die and the more fierce battles, he will be worshiped by more companions, and the big guy will become bigger and bigger—according to the records of historical documents, hundreds of Years ago, the Huns were only in Maodun, and the size of that guy was even comparable to that of an ancient dragon.
Leonardo the beast is not so exaggerated, but he is also a big green-skinned man with a height of nearly three meters. I saw that he was standing on the huge carriage, holding up a sharp steel blade, the blue sky above his head suddenly turned into a wicked, terrifying emerald green face, and accompanied by the surrounding clouds, twisted into one The whirlpool of horror.
At the center of the vortex, a dark green light beam fell to the sky! The beast Onado, bathing in the energy center, burned with green energy flames all over his body. His burly body was sturdy again. The terrifying sound of war roar even overwhelmed the roar of the dragon!
"Making Possession!!!"
"WAAAGH!!!"
Seeing his chieftain, after using the grace, he was extremely handsome and beautiful (orc standard) body, the fighting spirit of the green skin was rekindled, and they erupted out of the mountains and tsunami-like terrifying shouts! Splashing dirty bows, javelins, and crossbow arrows, venting his anger against the sky!
"The front is the leader of the orcs, the two-legged dragon on the right, and a bunch of green miscellaneous soldiers on the left... ridiculous! How ridiculous! The only green skin, dare to challenge the master of the forest of flowers! Dare to burn my beloved garden?"
Mortarian let out an angry growl.
"I am the shadow that obscures the sun! I am the natural disaster that destroys the world! I am the worst nightmare in your hearts!!!"
"Roar!"
The sanity of the three-headed and two-legged dragon was tampered with and strengthened by magic. They were unafraid of the dragon's monstrous killing intent. The hideous and terrifying throat deep roared from hell.
These giant beasts awkwardly moved their huge bodies, slender forelimbs, and strong hind paws, and at the same time, digging through the scented dirt after the rain, they launched a full-speed charge towards the green dragon.
However, in the next second, the magnificent green shadow that obscured the sky suddenly twisted. Accompanied by a loud bang, he disappeared in front of the orc's eyes instantly.
The riders of the red flying dragon stopped the reins of the flying dragon in amazement, looking around in confusion, such a big dragon, said it was gone?
"call--"
Suddenly, when a dragon was walking, a storm of poisonous fog blew past the riders. The skin of the orc, as well as the scales of the wyvern, began to fester and pus.
Before they screamed, Motarian, who hid his figure, suddenly revealed his emerald body that covered the sky and the sun! He bit the wyvern's neck with one bite. The terrifying jaw bite force, coupled with the four rows of sharp fangs like jagged teeth, directly penetrated the scales and flesh of the flying dragon, chewing his spine and nerves. The lethal terror toxin, accompanied by dripping wounds, made the scales and flesh around the flying dragon, like fallen autumn leaves, corroded and fell off.
The green scale evil dragon was intoxicated and enjoying the wailing of the loser. The sharp and terrifying dragon teeth like a saw slightly tore, and directly saw off the opponent's neck, causing a huge head to fall to the ground with blood flying all over the sky. .
The dripping blood, like a red waterfall, spewed from the neck of a flying dragon, like a rushing river of blood, washing away a dozen weak goblins.
Motarian swallowed the neck of the dragon and let out a contented sigh. From the inside of his mouth, the poisonous mist spilled all over and killed another hapless psionic kid-he was desperately scratching himself with both hands. The breathing neck, the dirty nails, almost tore every piece of blood on the neck, and finally, in the boundless despair, slowly suffocated to death.
"call--"
Looking at the big cavalry roaring, a dragon's tail covered with evil green scales, like a giant whip that penetrates the sky and the earth. Sweeping across the battlefield with corpses across the wild, the terrifying wind pressure lifted up large swaths of corpses killed by the poisonous fog. The big guy felt as if he had been hit by a giant axe on his ventral side, and was directly torn into two pieces by the dragon's tail and the fierce wind pressure he set off.
At the end of this record, the green scale evil dragon at least killed six big guys. Their corpses piled up on the road, hindering the charge of the cavalry behind. However, at this moment, the other two two-footed dragons also roared at their own body.
"Crack!!!"
Mortarian sneered sarcastically. The slender and elegant green dragon neck is like a flexible python, easily avoiding the opponent's bite. Turning a corner in the air, it bit the enemy's neck instead. Four sharp fangs pierced the flesh and blood, a large amount of terrifying toxins corroded the scales, and four rows of horrible rear molars resembling a saw, constantly rubbing against each other. In less than three seconds, they bit off the second giant beast. Neck.
"WAAAGH!!!"
Seeing the two-footed flying dragon he carefully nurtured was slaughtered by the green scale evil dragon in an instant, the beast Onardo's heart was dripping with blood!
Hell, his clan used to be a grassland overlord across two seas. However, the ancestors did not know how much energy was spent in taming the two-legged flying dragon, and how much cost was paid to finally succeed. In order to afford the breeding and breeding costs of these sub-dragon cubs, the size of the clan shrank again and again, until it became what it is now. Dissatisfied with the miserable appearance of a thousand people.
Thinking of this, the beast Onardo's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a blood-coagulated roar, sat down on the rider Skugger who was in charge of pulling the cart in front of him, cut his rein with a sword, and then used a heavy On the sword face, hitting the horse riding beast's ass fiercely, berating him to charge forward.
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Chapter 219: Making hair come to me
"Crack!!!"
The two-footed dragon rushed into the air, and the two rows of sharp saw teeth bit a lonely one in the air.
The slender forelimbs covered with green dragon scales of Mottarian look like a dexterous poisonous snake, easily flashing past the opponent's bite. The limbs are twisted at an incredible angle. The sharp claws of the dragon are like emerald meteors across the blue. In the sky, the dragon's long kiss was accurately clamped, and the claws were deeply submerged in his scales and flesh and blood.
Yalong, who was painted red, let out a painful grunt. The front part of its dragon kiss was firmly clamped by the claws of the green scale evil dragon. The power gap between the two sides was so great that he couldn't open his mouth and get rid of the suppression of Motarian's single claw.
"call--"
The green scale evil dragon took a deep breath, enveloping hundreds of different toxins in a corrosive storm, like the tide of a dyke, gushing from the depths of his terrifying throat, and instantly submerged the push and squeeze. The army of big brothers pressed together. The terrifying wind tore the ground surface of the grassland and the green leather armor. The terrifying poisonous mist corrodes the green pastures and the flesh and blood of the orcs.
For a time, a small half of the battlefield turned into a hell of death. Countless creatures were wailing, screaming, and crying, watching the skin and flesh of their hands, corroding and falling off in the green clouds, and finally only the thick bones were left!
Not long after, the miserable cry also turned into empty silence. The green skin's vocal cords were corroded by the dragon's breath, leaving only a group of fuzzy black shadows, struggling, twisting, and wriggling his mutilated body inside the dark green poisonous cloud.
"Damn green dragon!"
The beast Leonardo let out an angry roar, and Skug under his crotch opened his two slender thighs and walked like flying on the grassland. The whole body was shining with green light, just like a big skill tyrant who is engaged in the possession of hair, he raised the terrifying long sword that also flashed green light, and prepared to use the charge to give the opponent a thunderous blow.
The green scale evil dragon is not in a hurry, the other free claw, like a huge green wall, lies between the two, Motarian's claw grips virtually and pushes forward fiercely. The green wall that pierced the sky, wrapped in the terrifying wind pressure that made people unable to open the eyes, swept across the body of the war chief!
"Sizzle!!!"
The dragon claw and the sharp blade were connected, and the beast Leonardo cleverly changed the direction of the blade, tearing a deep blood mark in the palm of the green dragon, but he was also slapped by Motarian in the air. Draw a blood-colored arc, and fell heavily to the ground. Even the proud fangs of the orcs were broken.
"Look at me! Ants! Look at me! The master of Yulin Huahai will destroy everything you cherish with his own hands! Tiny orcs."
Motarian, who had freed his hand, looked down arrogantly at the beaten master. The forked red tongue lightly licked the wounded dragon's claws-that bloody fleshy fissure, unexpectedly, healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The green scale evil dragon looked at his evil pupils again at the two-footed flying dragon in his hand. In the presence of the great skill tyrant, he took out Yalong's eyeballs alive and threw them into the mud and blood. Na Yalong convulsed painfully and crazily under the control of Motarian, but could not break free from the suppression of the real dragon.
"WAAAGH!!!"
Beast Leonardo let out a terrifying roar, he struggled to get up, trying to wave the sharp blade in his hand, and launch another decisive charge towards the green dragon.
However, Chief Evil Flame was horrified to discover. His right arm had long been pierced by the sharp dragon's claws, and now, there were only two thin layers of bloodskin remaining, barely connecting the right hand and the torso.
Onardo the beast looked around, the corrosive poisonous cloud looked around the entire battlefield, and only the area where he fell could breathe fresh air. The soldiers under his men either melted, fell off, and died tragically, or fled in despair. All around him, there was only the horrible blue shadow that covered the sky and covered the sun.
Lu Pi sighed, and after so much preparation and planning for so long, did it still fail? It seems that I was planted here today. Forget it! Just die! My soul is about to rise to the palace of Mao's war!
Thinking of this, Beast Leonardo pulled off his broken right arm, and his left hand picked up an iron axe at random and swung it wildly. He trampled on the bloody sea of dead mountains of relatives, friends and clansmen, like a tiny ant, roaring fearlessly at the behemoth in front of him.
"WAAAGH————"
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"So... how exactly did you win? From the beginning to the present, isn't it the green dragon who is driving Wushuang in your army?"
Painhurs took a sip of milk wine in doubt, and decided to send another hundred households to monitor the vicious and cunning green-scaled evil dragon.
"Don't interrupt me."
The beast onado muttered dissatisfiedly, and then, throwing away the leg of lamb in his hand, like a most devout believer, he knelt directly on the ground with a "puff", his blood basin trembled uncontrollably, tears of excitement, Also welled out the narrow green eye sockets.
"Next, then, just when I thought that I had lost the war, the two gods worshipped by the green skins came in front of me, wow!"
The big skill tyrant shouted to the sky enthusiastically. Just like a child who got his beloved toy.
"Two huge orcs composed of green energy suddenly came next to me! The green dragon was in front of them, like a tiny gecko, an orc walked up to him and came to Mortarian's head. The stick, the other one, went around behind the green dragon and hit him in the hind leg!"
"What kind of a mechanical descent development..." Painhurs widened his eyes in surprise, and asked the druid next to him in a low voice.
"I don't know much about theology. Is this green skin credible?"
The Bloodfury Druid was also lost in thought in the almost absurd story of the beast Leonardo.
"It should be, probably, believable...it's true. In the story of word of mouth, the great Skerrit will also use his supreme power to help people overcome difficulties. Maybe, the green-skinned god The way of coming is to send two giants composed of energies?"
The Bloodwrath Chief shrugged, and suddenly, the camp was opened by the elves. Ogilvyin Chaoge, dressed in a beautifully crafted, pitch-black silk robe, came to the side of the horse angrily. In the worst tone, speaking the most respectful words.
"Respected Chief Bloodrage, have you forgotten the agreement between us?! I helped you win this hell of the civil war, and helped you unify the tribe of men and horses. When will you wait before sending out troops? Retreat those damn green skins? Lift the siege of Panticapone? Huh???"
"Don't be impatient, friend, I've done what Painhurs said--you see, I'm not busy training this army of nearly 10,000 people these days, ready to help you defuse the danger?"
Painhurs tore off a piece of lean meat sprinkled with sea salt from the lamb chops, and said while eating.
"Your homeland is as indestructible as a mountain range. For three days, wait another three days at most, and I will take this army to fulfill our agreement."
"Agreement? What agreement?"
Beast Leonardo interjected curiously.
"This one······"
Chao Ge closed his mouth hesitantly. He knew that this was the war chief who was riding a wyvern, a [friend] of a man and horse. However, he was still an orc after all. Let him know that a group of greenskins are besieging Panticapone and are hostile to him...
"Repelling those damn green skins?"
The solitary Chief Evil Flame shook his pointed ears and grasped the key message in the elf's mouth. Inside his evil and cunning beast pupils suddenly burst out incomparably hot flames! The huge left hand, across the table, grabbed the collar of the wizard, grinned, and said excitedly.
"Wait, bean sprouts, you just said, there are a bunch of green-skinned boys around here???"
Chaoge glared at the orc dissatisfiedly, and a group of force field energy immediately smashed his fingers away. The wizard mage quickly stepped back, straightened his scratched collar, and said lightly.
"What to do with you?"
"Of course it matters! Bean sprouts!"
The beast Leonardo looked more and more excited.
"Tell me, tell me where they are? My clan has just been destroyed, but because of a blessing in disguise, I actually tame a green dragon! Ha!!! Hurry up! Tell me where the clans are! I don't believe it yet. Which orc chief can defeat me and my mount at the same time in the heads-up ceremony?
I want to defeat them in a one-on-one ceremony! I want to take their chief position! I want to rule their green-skinned soldiers! Under Gredinian's sky, the green-skinned orcs don't need two chiefs! ! ! "
Ogilvyin frowned, he quickly judged the current situation, his plain expression quickly changed to an approachable smile.
"Of course! The mighty war chief! I will tell you where the greenskins are and make sure you have the opportunity to go heads-up with those WarBoss. But!"
Chaoge's conversation changed.
"When you achieve the final victory and become their only leader, you must sign a peace agreement with Panticapone, and the two sides will not infringe upon each other's respective territories! Do we make a deal?"
"Ha! The deal! So, starting today, we are friends too!!!"
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Glory of Skerritt Ranch
Motarian, who had no scars on his body, lay quietly in the fertile grassland. There was a circle of people and horses mixed with curiosity and fear, watching and watching this behemoth that was rare in a century.
"His mouth is closed, is he talking?"
Several heads of households yelled at the nearby people to be silent, listening, and observing the dragon lying on the ground. That's right, the green scale evil dragon is indeed saying something, but his profound and profound dragon language, no one can understand it.
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Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty: Great Chief
Seeing that the high elf no longer entangled with himself, but dazzled with the beast Onardo. Painhurs shrugged indifferently. After a civil war, the territory under my control has tripled, and the number of golden rugged soldiers far exceeds that of the blood-fury barbarians. In the dungeon, there is also a descendant of the gods who can be 50-50 compared to the legendary werewolf. The number of people used is stretched, and there is really no way to conduct large-scale military operations in a short period of time.
"Sorry, although I have the last resort, but the Bloodfury clan is indeed unable to fulfill its promise immediately. I owe a huge favor, the wizard of the elves."
The Bloodwrath Chief considered his words.
"Wish the two of you go well, and immediately repel the greenskins that are attacking the city. Within a week, I will assist Panticapeng with a large number of slave labor and supplies, help the high elves, repair Panticapeng's city defenses, and reclaim the burned down. Farmland, and conclude a formal mutual assistance contract with the governor of your city-state."
"Thank you, Chief Centaur."
Chao Ge bowed slightly and immediately pulled the orc towards the direction of the giant dragon impatiently. The matter of the Centaur Civil War delayed the elves by at least a week, and Ogilvyin couldn't wait to return to the city state to relieve the danger of his hometown.
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Seeing the flying green dragon carrying the orcs and elves, gradually disappearing into the eastern sky, Painhurs finally breathed a sigh of relief-at least the evil dragon with green scales left his territory.
"How is your monitoring situation? Then Green Dragon, didn't you do anything strange, right?"
"No, Chief."
A man and horse in charge of monitoring, faced Painhurs' inquiry, immediately straightened his chest and reported the situation loudly.
"We have been watching the giant dragon. From beginning to end, he quietly lay on the ground, ah, yes, at the end. He muttered a long dragon language, but we couldn't understand it."
"Longyu?"
Painhurs' mood just relaxed, and he became nervous again.
"Can you remember how he pronounced it? It doesn't matter if it is fuzzy at all!"
"Chief, you are too awkward. We don't know anything about Dragon Language, and we just listened to it. How can we remember it?"
The brutal soldier said helplessly, crying.
"Then gather all your subordinates together! Go to Heniweil immediately, she understands dragon language, each of you, repeat the part that you remember most clearly. If you put it together, you will definitely be able to translate it. "
"Well, Chief."
The brutal soldier sighed and immediately summoned the herdsmen who watched the excitement at the time to find the warlock teacher.
"One more thing, go south to find the Withered Bone Clan, let Abhuos select a team of elite druids, and go to the Yulin Huahai to investigate. I always feel that something is wrong."
"Your will."
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Diodosiya
The mission of the two sisters Christina went very smoothly. There were less than five hundred gold-footed herdsmen who stayed behind at Tiefeng Fort, and all of them were mining all day long. They could not see the sun for several years, resulting in pale-skinned goblin slave laborers.
Under the threat of three thousand cavalry, Kristina waved the halberd and chopped a huge crack in the iron gate. By the way, after kicking a dent in his hoof, the head of forging, who was in a cold sweat, surrendered the city very cleverly-he didn't have any capital to resist. What's more, everyone is a man, brothers and sisters, surrendered, and at least one life can be left behind.
Immediately afterwards, the fearless people sang all the way, along the rugged mountain road, back to the center of the Black Sea, the familiar coastal city. Staying here, the people and horses grazing cattle and sheep are all old, weak, sick and disabled. There are thousands of foals that have just learned to graze, and they are not even as tall as goats.
Christian rolled his eyes and ordered Fearless to spread the false news that the descendants of the God-chosen were defeated and captured, and that the parents of these little ponies were all arrested and were about to be executed. All of a sudden, the city was wailing, and the horses cried and opened the door, willing to use the city in exchange for the lives of their parents.
At this point, this land was completely owned by the Blood Fury clan.
A few days later, Painhurs also returned to Diodosiya, a pasture in the north, with his barely obedient golden troopers, but he couldn't support so many people. After adding those old, weak, sick and disabled, he was horrified to discover that the size of the Bloodfury clan had reached 16,000.
A few days later, Sister Christina, who had a good taste, immediately rushed to him happily. The enthusiastic and cheerful Christina put her arms on the shoulders of the white horse with joy, showing off her achievements in the past few days. Christian, who was silent and restrained, fell silently into the arms of the warlock. Feeling the cold body temperature of the lover,
In the evening, the three of them walked into the lobby of the former thirteen congresses, and once again had a negative distance contact. The three were almost entangled with their perfect sex, with pleasant groans, satisfying sighs, and splashes of water. The sound of splashing filled the huge rock fortress.
After a night of mischief, Painhurs got up early and immediately reorganized the Centaur's household registration according to the previous household registration system. The entire Bloodrage clan, with more than 16,000 people and horses, was divided into five thousand households, and then Subdivided into fifty hundred households. A minimum of three persons per household. She usually grazes cattle and sheep, trains archery, and also serves as a scout by the way, guarding the movements around the pasture.
By the time of the war, these skilled men and horses would not distinguish between men and women. Husbands and wives went into battle at the same time. Every one hundred households could mobilize 200 barbarians. The actual strength of these five thousand households was more than 10,000.
In accordance with the rules of blood anger, the men and horses also started a new round of fair duels in order to compete for the position of five thousand households. Those gold-footed soldiers who surrendered were also eager to try this. Driven by various benefits and interests, they gradually agreed with the law of blood anger and the rule of the pale warlock.
In the end, Pain Hess, Christina, Christian, Couronia the Marauder, and the surrendered general Kors, won the title of Thousand Chiefs, and the bloody chieftains, by the way, gave himself a tens of thousands. The head of the household's hat.
Next, Chief Bloodfury began to deal with the field he had just acquired. In less than half a year, the goblins under his men grew crazily like rabbits. The number has skyrocketed. Therefore, in addition to mining, caring for livestock, cleaning, transporting excrement day and night, and keeping the camp and the city clean and tidy, they have another new duty-farming.
Not surprisingly, nomads also have farming customs, but these men who live by water and grass, and windy men will not stay in a certain place for a long time.
Therefore, man-horse farming is basically plowing a field, sowing seeds, then letting go, ran to other places to graze cattle and sheep, looting foreigners, and waited a few months to come back. How much did this unattended field grow? How much to charge. Anyway, the food was given for nothing.
But now it's settled down. In order to maintain the daily expenses of tens of thousands of men and horses, an unknown number of goblin slaves must be fed, a little mine from Iron Peak Fortress, forged a few iron farm tools, and a few clever goblins are taught to drive the bulls. Plowing the fields is obviously necessary.
After eating all the golden shoes and descending soldiers in one bite, and barely calming them down, the Bloodfury clan suddenly became the second golden shoes, the new overlord of the people and horses. The other six clans did not add up to their own huge scale. However, wanting to swallow the six clans of Black Root, Poisonous Bite, Wind Howl, Thunder Spear, Withered Bone, and Gray Mane in one bite also means a new civil war.
Pain Hess didn't want to maintain the bloated parliament promoted by the descendants of God's election. What happened? A dozen people quarreled together, voted in rounds, bribed again and again, and when the vote was over, the day lilies would be cold.
However, the ordinary feudal monarchy will cause dissatisfaction and backlash from the rest of the clans-after all, the condition for them to join the Bloodfury camp is to maintain the independence of the clan and the title of chief.
In the end, the pale white horse decided to boil the frogs in warm water, and first used the tribal alliance system that prevailed in the grasslands to alleviate the contradictions and differences between the seven clans. The bloody chieftain respects the sovereignty and leadership of the remaining six chieftains. Will not interfere with their clan's internal decision-making and laws and regulations, and rescue them when they are in danger.
However, the six chiefs must recognize the supreme leadership position of Painhes in the centaur race. The six chiefs belong to the subordinates of the bloodraged chiefs. When dealing with foreign affairs, in war, advance and retreat together with blood anger. When a war breaks out, it is even more obligated to lead a sufficient number of soldiers to join the command of the pale white horse.
Basically, there are six vassal states with certain sovereignty.
With regard to this agreement, several chiefs who had only been able to get through the ten political know-hows nodded in agreement. In order to celebrate the birth of the new government, several people proposed to Peinhes to become the new supreme king.
Painhurs shivered, and within a few months, a supreme king was killed by himself, exposing the corpse to the wilderness, allowing birds and beasts to eat. The other supreme king was stripped of everything and turned into a prisoner without seeing the sun. This title is too unlucky.
After some discussion, in order to show the blood rage clan, the supreme dominance, and the chiefs who are known as the six chiefs. The pale white horse received a new title.
Great chief
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After the family was basically settled down, the people who went to Cessonissos also brought back Horus' message from the west. The terrifying Cangqing Wolf King also expressed his hope for peace to himself. It seems that the other party has not recovered from a series of blows, and is still lying in the wolf den licking his wounds.
However, at the end of the letter, Horus mentioned by the way: the two sides opened up the right of military passage. After the werewolves found that the centaurs and horses were hard bones, they changed their strategy slightly. They decided to cross the eastern steppe and retake the Kerch Peninsula first. The green skins there have enough iron ore to forge weapons and armors, and then resume trade with the elven city state to obtain more magical resources.
Painhurs scratched his head tangledly, and decided to reply later. If Leonardo the beast succeeds in seizing the position of WarBoss, then the two are an alliance, and they must reject the werewolf's proposal.
However, if the beast Leonardo loses, borrowing the werewolf's knife to kill the green-skinned person, it seems, it is not unacceptable.
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