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Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty One: Big Mixed Exercises (Part 1)

Kerch Peninsula-Panticapone

This magnificent elven city-state emerged in the fourth century BC. At that time, the elves started a conquest and colonization movement that swept across three continents. Thirty-three sailboats full of people and materials passed through the vast Black Sea and finally came to the east coast of Gredinian. The elves chose A natural harbor with the sea protruding into the land, wide inside and narrow outside, established a new city-state named "Pantikapeng" here.

The whole city is like a beautiful crescent moon, and the two arc-shaped lands protruding into the Black Sea are almost closed together. From the sky, the whole city looks like a bold businessman, enthusiastically opening his arms and embracing A round bay.

On the land, there are countless houses made of stone bricks and red tiles, and twelve arcane white towers made of marble are towering into the sky. At the two tips of the new moon terrain, there is a sacred statue of Corylon Larethian standing in the north, the main god of the elven god family, leaning on a huge sword made of pure iron to guard his people.

At the tip of the south, under the shade of banyan trees, is a magnificent governor's residence. At the end of the sea, there is an arcane high opening that reaches the sky, which tops the remaining eleven mage towers, and belongs to Ogilvyin Chaoge.

On the sea, wooden boats with different structures almost covered the blue sea that was embraced by the crescent moon. Large and small white sails dance with the wind and continue to the end of the field of vision. Even if the city is surrounded by orcs, the sea is still unimpeded. There is still a steady stream of boats going out for fishing and trade, and there is also a steady stream of boats carrying all kinds of goods and returning home full of loads.

However, from the perspective of an orc, the city is not too cute. The strong stone wall is ten meters high and five meters wide. This kind of defense is desperate enough, but there is an invisible force field shield outside, covering the entire crescent moon city-state.

Countless platforms blasted the city with terrible roars day and night, uninterruptedly firing out hundreds of huge rocks, gravel, and even Skug and goblins, but they could only hit them in the air. Bloody ripples.

A few days ago, hundreds of psionic boys decided to use magic to defeat magic. Together, they tore a hole. The giant army, covered in heavy armor, and two war elephant-sized Titan Skug, immediately stepped forward. The stride that made the earth tremble hit the gate at full speed.

Then-countless zombies, skeletons, and flesh and blood golems, like a necrotic wall piled up by thousands of corpses, surrounded by green skins that burst into the city-they are insufficient in materials, and the manufacturing process of steel golems is again It's more cumbersome, so I started mass production of more [convenient] flesh and blood structures.

After the dense army of necromancers, eleven wizards with many apprentices carried out a carpet-like magic sweep against the orc's knife army. Suddenly their feet turned into a greasy pool, one by one, they were unstable and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, countless magnificent fire clouds, accompanied by thousands of flaming meteors flying around, burst into the center of the army, and countless crackling arcane lightnings drew a trajectory in the air! The cold wind howled, the dark clouds condensed, and the frozen hail fell from the sky like majestic rain.

The mages bombarded the servants of the dead spirits and the green-skinned orcs indiscriminately. In this frenzied bombardment, they barely broke the city defenses, and the big guy who broke into the city wall would soon be wiped out. Only one place was left as pitch-black as coke, broken flesh and blood corpses.

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After this scene was repeated more than a dozen times, the green skins gathered together gradually lost patience with the siege. They couldn't find a fight. They stayed in the camp all day, listening to the rubbish outside, making a deafening roar, and they were almost suffocating something wrong.

Along the ancient bridge, more than a dozen war chiefs successively entered the Kerch Peninsula, and the friction with the local snakes also intensified. Their chiefs do not accept anyone, and want to conquer other people's tribes. While fighting the civil war, they attacked the city-states of the elves, as if venting the animal desires in their hearts, by the way, they burned the fields and pastures outside the city to ruins.

And right here is, in the western sky, a terrifying green shadow flies up to cover the sky...

"Below are those green-skinned camps, Chief Leonardo the Beast."

Sitting on the back of the dragon, Ogilvyin pulled his hood, trying to cushion the horrific airflow caused by the high-speed flight.

"At that time, in order to trade with the grasslands and the kingdoms of the Caucasus, we built a stone bridge directly to the Transcaucasus, but it had a counterproductive effect.

The more frigid and terrifying cold wind and hoarfrost forced the people and races along the northern narrow area to enter Gredinian, while the orcs stepped on the stone bridge and poured in from the east. A rough estimate of the Chi Peninsula is about 50,000 yuan. "

"So many? So many!!! My, my, all mys!!!"

The beast Leonardo opened his mouth in joy, his greedy drool, and his scarlet mouth, accompanied by the swift flying airflow, fell on the scales of Motarian, causing the green scale evil dragon to let out an angry low. Roar.

"Yeah, look, the densely packed green-skinned boys in the distance, who can't see the end at a glance, are all yours! Challenge their chiefs and become the only chief of the orcs! Beast Leonardo! Under the sky of Gredinian , Cannot tolerate two green-skinned leaders! At that time, Panticapone is willing to enter into an alliance with you, so that the elves and the orcs will go hand in hand in this troubled world."

"Good, no problem, no problem!!!"

Lupi wiped his wet mouth with his left hand, and responded greedily. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. Inside the evil beast pupil, bursts of cunning light flashed.

"No, bean sprouts, why are you still sitting on the dragon's back? You have to leave first, aren't you bean sprouts hostile to the following guys? If we stand together, they will suspect me."

"I will use arcane magic to hide my figure. However, in order to ensure that you can win the final victory and become their only chief, I must be near the duel arena, in critical moments, to provide you with some small help ."

"help???"

The beast Leonardo turned around fiercely, and his hideous and ugly features were twisted together, probably with a green-skinned angry expression. He grabbed Chaoge's collar with his left hand and pulled him up from the dragon's back.

"You mean, a little bean sprout playing tricks, trying to interfere with the duel between the orcs? You want the beast Onardo, under the gaze of the hairy, like a dirty and despicable goblin, cheating in the duel. Do you want to slander my reputation and prestige, let other orcs poke my spine, or do you look down on me at all, thinking that I can't beat the green skins below while riding a dragon??"

"······"

Ogilvyin narrowed his eyes slightly, replayed the words of the beast Onardo in his mind, and accurately found the crux of the problem.

In order to save the homeland, I am willing to use magic support outside the field to help this orc and win the final victory in the duel, but...what a thing, these green-skinned monsters who burn, kill, loot, and do all-in-one, actually have a sense of honor?

"Sorry, it's me who is not good, the mighty Greenskin Chief."

Chaoge pretended to be extremely humble.

"I didn't question your strength. But what if there is an accident on the way? Even if it is only a small probability of one in ten million, it may ruin your ambitions and dominance, and you will go on a business trip in a small accident. Don't you feel a pity? I just want to help you."

"Humph."

The beast onado grumbled dissatisfiedly, and put the bean sprouts back on the dragon's back.

"I don't need your help. If the probability of one in ten million does appear, it can only show that my strength is not strong enough to serve as the war chief of this huge army. Victory is victory, and failure is Failure! The winner toasts and swigs, and the loser is in trouble. There is nothing to regret."

"Well, then I will go back to the city state first."

Chao Ge sighed and stopped insisting. He instantly displayed a teleportation door. Disappearing on the dragon's back, appearing in the shadow of the green leather barracks, accompanied by a twist of light, hiding his figure.

"It's ridiculous, what does the pride and glory of the orcs do to me? I just want you to be the chief of the greenskins. Take them as far as possible."

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Chapter 222: Mixed Exercises (Part Two)

The huge body covers the sky and the sun, and the green wings cast shadows of death.

The greenskins looked at the dragon shadow in the sky dumbfounded, not knowing what happened, the violent air currents, wrapped in terrible poison, and the breath of the dragon drifting around, countless orcs were in the shadows of Mortarian's wings. Trembling below. On the other hand, Beast Leonardo wanted to take a look at the camp of his compatriots and obtain some intelligence on the enemy before the battle.

The origins of these orcs are very mixed, some of the boys are tall and strong, bulging their sleeveless chain mail. The dark green muscles bulged high like a hill. The shoulders exposed in the air are also decorated with a dark bull head. Behind some big guys, there is a tattered battle flag. The top of the flagpole is decorated with a bull's skull.

Well, it is the stupid big man of the Brutal clan.

There are also some orcs who lashed the huge riding Skog, and let them pull the wooden cart full of goods, running around in the messy green leather barracks, desperately selling their goods, earning teeth, animal skins, from Coins from the south and the north, and other equivalents.

This is the second trafficker of the evil moon clan.

On the east side of the camp, some naked green brothers with only a circle of animal skins around their waists are engaged in a historic competition: that is, hundreds of poisonous snakes are released, and they dance under the bite of the poisonous snakes. , So that the body is eroded by toxins again and again, and again and again naturally healed, thereby obtaining an abnormally strong system. Around the arena, dozens of Titans, who are huge, even a lap larger than an adult dragon, are eating the delicious feed provided by the orcs: live snakes and pythons, just like the sucking noodles.

Uh, this is the lunatic of the Snakebite clan.

On the west side of the camp, there is a clear blue ocean crowded with people. The blue-painted orcs were living in the camp, holding the structural fragments snatched from the battlefield, learning from the high elves in the city, splicing and assembling flesh and blood golems—they had never touched them before. These complex gadgets, however, relying on only half of the destroyed golems snatched from them, these blue orcs have already figured out some ways: a tattered, flesh-and-blood sculpture that can barely see the human form, in their great skill Under Ba's transformation, he began to twitch.

Huh—the dead-headed Captain Touching Jin.

Six races green skin, it seems that only Blood Axe and Xie Sun did not appear. The blood axe orcs are a group of aliens. They were the first to come into contact with the civilizations of Persia, Rome, and Greece. They actively absorbed the enemy's strengths and trained the boys into banned, well-trained killing machines.

A hundred years ago, the whole army of blood axe orcs invaded Persia, conquered the half-devil hybrids there, and established the vast Parthian Empire. However, they were recently rubbed against the ground by Teflin and became the younger brother of the devil.

As for the evil sun orcs? After hundreds of years of debilitating his own clan, now there is only one left. And another evil day orc named [Alan], it is said that they moved westward with the Vandals and became the doglegs of the Western Roman Empire.

After flying around the green leather barracks, Motarian fell from the sky like a terrifying god of death. At this time, the orcs who were not deterred by the dragon might finally reacted. Under the leadership of the big guy and the war chief, they surrounded the evil dragons with green scales, pulled apart their crossbows, and raised their swords and axes. The psionic boys burst into arcane lightning in their eyes, playing with crude and dangerous magic.

"Hello everyone! Introduce yourself, I am the best choice for the second brother Mao! The chief of the evil flame clan! The dragon trainer! The evil sun orc: the beast Onado Waaagh Fincher! I want to initiate to all the chiefs Challenge! Under the sky of Gredinian, the green-skinned orc only needs one chief!!!"

The beast Leonardo sat confidently on the left shoulder of the green dragon, waving a steel blade soaked with dragon poison, and speaking to the dumbfounded compatriot under the dragon's claws.

After a lot of friction and battle, countless weak and small tribes have been annexed by the larger greenskin war gang. Today, there are only five war chiefs left.

"Chief? What kind of chief are you!"

A green giant with a height of four meters, surrounded by a group of orcs, came to Mortarian. He is so tall that an ordinary orc boy is not as long as his legs.

Numerous animal furs, studded leather armor, chain armor, scale armor, and steel-like patches, nailed to his extremely strong flesh and blood like a green mountain, a chain of steel forged chains, passing through the skulls of three bulls , Was used as a necklace by the war leader, worn on his sturdy neck.

"One-armed man! Since you call yourself the chief, where are your clan? Where are your people? Where are your fangs and right arm?"

"I--"

The beast Aonado whispered for a while, looking at the towering giant in front of him, and said viciously.

"My boys, all died heroically on the battlefield, and lost their souls. But I have fangs and right arm as a price to tame this green-scaled dragon! This huge trophy goes far beyond The price I paid!!!"

"Ha! I am alone! What kind of chief are you now? What qualifications do you have to compete with us!"

The green Roshan laughed, his arrogant arrogance annoyed one person and one dragon. Motarian grinned his lips lightly, and a large group of foul-smelling dark green poisonous mist spewed out from between the dragon's teeth, instantly submerging Roshan's head.

No way, the opponent's physique is really too big, and it takes time for the toxins to spread. Therefore, the green dragon directly faced his head and infused nerve toxins.

"It's now!"

The beast Leonardo let out a wild roar, he jumped, jumped from the left shoulder of the green dragon to the front of Roshan, and drew a green arc in the air, coated with dragon toxin, and reflected in the sun. With a sharp green blade, with the help of the force of the charge, it plunged deep into the war chief's neck!

"Roar!!!"

Roshan let out a painful scream, he could block this attack casually, but just now, the green dragon's nerve toxin that paralyzed the flesh and blood directly sprayed his face...

The beast Onardo shook his wrist and swept across, tearing apart the flesh and blood of the enemy. A huge, hideous and ugly head, accompanied by hot blood, drew an arc of death in the air, and fell into the distance, brutal. The orc's incredible body also slowly fell down.

"My and my mounts. Kill this huge Roshan! According to the regulations! His clan and wealth belong to the victor! Now, all the green skins under his command must kneel at my feet! Call me! WarBoss!!!!"

Chief Evil Flame held up the poisonous blade in his hand, and the blood of the green skin dripped on top of his head along the rusty blade.

"Now, who else! I have objections to my chief identity, qualifications, or qualifications? No?! Very good! Then, I will carry out my promise! Under the sky of Gretinian, the green-skinned orcs don't need it. Two war chiefs!!!"

The arrogant posture of the beast onado immediately angered the other orcs. According to the regulations, when annexing other clans, the two chiefs can bring their own guards to join this chaotic duel. Therefore, there are probably hundreds of orcs who, under the leadership of four chiefs, killed the beast Onado at the same time.

The other chiefs knew very well that they and their guards, tied together, would not be able to defeat an adult dragon. However, Beast Onardo challenged all chiefs at the same time! So, we unite, get him first, and we are facing each other, and we will win and lose, which is not a foul.

As long as you solve this inexplicable foreign goods, you still have hope to become the supreme chief of this four to fifty thousand orc frenzy!

"WAAAGH!!!"

Accompanied by the sound of the earth-shaking battle roar, more than 30 violent big men one size smaller than Roshan, wielding a huge two-handed warhammer, surrounded by a same four-meter-high, wielding two tomahawks The Big Mac is the first to enter the battlefield!

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Chapter 223: Mixed Exercises (Part 2)

Looking at the overwhelming green-skinned ants, Mortarian let out a terrifying roar that made blood clotted. The open mouth of the blood basin is like a door to hell. The long-planned poisonous spit, like tens of thousands of plague demons, they cheered, roared, roared, and jumped out of the dragon's kiss of the green dragon, wantonly slaughtering all the green skins nearby!

A terrifying storm tears the soil on the surface. The poisonous air current weakens the orc warriors. And the breath of death that is enough to corrupt all things, let the strong and strong muscles wither and rot, and then dissolve into a pool of rotten thick water!

The war chief of the violent clan was caught off guard by the dragon's breath. Accompanied by the eerie and miserable howls, the four-meter-high green meat mountain collapsed in an instant, collapsed, and horrified muscles, like fallen leaves, twisted and squirmed its liquefied body, gradually from the dense white bones. Fall off!

"WAAAGH!!!"

The war chief of the Evil Moon clan, while riding on the dragon spitting death rage, quietly walked around Motarian's back. She is a very thin physique boy, wearing an expensive mink coat, and her clothes are densely covered with different coins of different countries and eras in Europe and Asia. From a distance, she looks like a fancy thing. Metal cloak.

As a trip to and from the Silk Road, Dang Dao made a pours of Erdao dealers. The Evil Moon clan had no other ability, but was extremely rich. The psionic chief pulled out a long string of golden balls from his thin neck, and threw it at the backyard of the green scale evil dragon, and at the same time roared a rude and wild primitive spell.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The golden ball thrown by her was not a counterfeit sold by Gary Vickers. Inside each golden bead, it was compressed and contained extremely terrifying arcane fire. The moment it touched the green dragon scale, it exploded due to the violent vibration! Accompanied by the deafening horror boom, countless magnificent and splendid fire clouds burst out.

The colorful clouds of flames mixed with the burning black smoke, covering almost half of Mortarian's body. At this moment, Chief Evil Moon also finished her chanting, a series of dark green thunder and lightning, like a dancing python, wrapped around her arms, crackling.

One point two, two points four, four points eight, eight points sixteen! The dark green Waaag energy lightning split rapidly at the moment it was split, and the densely packed almost occupied a small half of the sky. In the end, all of them were bombarded on the body of the green dragon.

"call--"

Mortalian endured the pain of his body. With the help of the cover of red clouds and black smoke, he hid his figure. He found an extremely tricky angle and suddenly launched an attack. He was burnt a little by the flames and thunder. The dark plaques of the dragon's tail, with extremely terrifying wind pressure, swept across the arcane green skin!

Hearing a loud noise, the terrifying dragon tail lashed heavily on the head of Chief Evil Moon. The beast skull was like a top, swiftly spinning away on her shoulders. Every time it turned, it would be accompanied by the unclear sound of muscles and bones twisting and squeezing, splashing a circle of dripping blood around.

The big guys of the evil moon stood in place, dumbfounded. The heads of their chiefs began to slow down after ten full rotations on their shoulders. When she finally stopped, her neck had already been twisted into a bloody twist, the flesh and bones were tangled together, and the blood vessels and nerves had been broken for a long time.

"WAAAGH!!!"

On the other side, the chief of the dead skull clan also started to move. The number of them is so much that it is psychologically fraughty, and the chief is accompanied by dozens of zombies and skeletons that have long since died. Like a azure blue tide rushing forward!

The dead head chief's thinking is very clear-the dragon will not be killed for a while, but the one-armed big man who has just killed Roshan and is still standing on the ground is a soft persimmon compared to the giant dragon! Stop him first! Maybe, kill this green skin, and the dragon in front of you will recognize himself as his master...

"Roar--"

Mortalian let out a terrible growl from deep in his throat. He grabbed the beast on the ground, on the ground, with his elegant and slender front paws, and raised the one-armed green skin high.

At the same time, countless foul-smelling dark green poisonous clouds spewed from the gaps in his mouth, fangs and claws, and green scales! It's like a poisonous new star exploding. The poisonous mist of the epidemic resembled the smashing waves, overwhelming the sky, and instantly swallowed and flooded the entire open space. After a few breaths, countless orcs immediately bleeds from their noses and mouths, breathing difficulties, and the hammer and axe in their hands are as heavy as mountains and rivers.

"Sizzle!!!"

The green scale evil dragon wielded its own dragon claws and slaughtered in the crowd. Wherever the bone-white claws go, countless pieces of miserable flesh torn apart will be scattered in all directions along with an arc of blood. The slender snake neck is slender and terrifying like a giant python, slithering on the battlefield, with fangs and sharp teeth, each bite is enough to rip and crush multiple orcs!

When Mortarian just crawled out of the dragon egg, he was much stronger than the other brothers and sisters. Compared with other green dragons, his scales are stronger and thicker, and his fangs and claws are longer and sharper. The green fleshy wings covering the sky and the long tail covered with dragon scales are also stronger than dragons of the same age.

According to the dragon's standards, this kind of terrifying guy is too burly, robust, and slaughter the green skin is simply a piece of cake. The dead head chief felt like a raging fire in his throat and lungs, and felt heart-piercing pain every time he breathed. However, if you don't breathe, the pain of suffocation seems even more difficult.

The beast, Leonardo, once again sat on the shoulders of the green dragon. He held a bow in his left hand, Eagle Eye Skog, and stretched out a long tentacles to help the one-armed orc stretch the bowstring of the short bow. , And hit the iron arrow, an arrow shot through the war chief's neck, permanently ending his pain.

"Rumble—"

Accompanied by the terrifying noise of the mountain shaking, the last remaining snake bite chief joined the battlefield. He just turned around and ran back to the camp, riding a Titan-class Skug that was bigger than the green dragon, and shouted wildly. Rushed up.

Countless dirty bow boys, sitting on the back of Titan Skug, or took a rope, hung on Skug's body, bent their bows and took arrows, shooting a cloud of arrows that covered the sky.

"These unclothed orcs have high resistance to toxins, don't they?"

Mortarian extracted the characteristics of the enemy in front of him from the memory of the beast Onardo. He closed the second layer of transparent eyes and face, covered the orc on his shoulders with thick fleshy wings, and resisted the baptism of the arrow rain. However, that head had eight legs, and his body stretched from a red ball. The red ellipse, Titan Skug with a huge spiral horn on his forehead, and striding across the earth, rushed in front of him!

The terrifying weight, the swift charge, and the sharp long horns, the three superimposed on each other to produce a qualitative change. The Titan Skug directly shredded the green dragon scales, deeply submerged in the flesh and blood of the real dragon. He tore countless flesh and blood all the way, and directly penetrated his right shoulder-the horn of this guy also carried strong toxins! The extremely powerful immune system in the green dragon is disintegrating the invading bacteria and viruses.

"Hoho Ho Ho!!!"

The green scale evil dragon let out an angry roar. According to the combat experience passed down by the ancestors, after being stabbed in the body by the horns on the enemy's head, he can use his slender dragon neck to go around the enemy's head and bite his throat. , To complete the anti-kill... But this oval pimple, where does the neck come from? ? ?

A layer of terrifying bloodthirsty red mist covered the dragon's vertical pupils. Motalian, who was in severe pain, put aside his past cunning and calculations, and completely transformed into a bloodthirsty beast! The dexterous dragon neck drew a green arc in the air, and bit on Skug's back. The slender fangs penetrated the enemy's natural armor, and the dense serrations continued to cut the flesh and blood of the Titan.

"Gudong."

Amidst the panicked screams of the snakebite orcs and the miserable wailing of Titan Skug, Mortarian swallowed a large piece of fresh flesh, and his eyes immediately burst out with a surprise light-I have to say, snake bite nurturing The poisonous Titan that came out was still quite delicious, and the deliciousness and spiciness were all overwhelming, even a little overwhelming.

The dragon kiss that penetrated into the opponent's flesh and blood body, keenly felt the beating of the enemy's heart. Motalian kept biting, chewing, and swallowing the flesh and blood of the Titan, the blood-stained head, deepening into the opponent's body.

Titan Skug wailed in fear. It tried to escape, but the long horns of its head got stuck on the shoulders of the green dragon, and the two front paws of the dragon grabbed his head firmly. , Don't let this rare delicacy slip away.

In the end, Mortarian was half a dragon's neck, and was submerged in Titan's body. Winding through the flesh and bones. After he chewed four or five ribs, the green scale evil dragon finally swallowed his opponent's heart in one bite. The dragon head stained with its first blood slammed out of the opponent's flesh and blood, and brought a horrible storm of blood, which sprayed out from the hole bitten by the green dragon, and landed on the ground, like a rain of blood.

"boom--"

Titan Skug finally stopped struggling, like a huge mountain of flesh and blood, collapsed to the ground. The chief snake bite, unfortunately, sat on the side that fell to the ground, and was directly crushed into a bloody mud by his pet.

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Chapter 224: Dragon Trainer

The greenskins who were eating melons and watching the show around the open space were stunned, some were ecstatic, and the mixed exercises that lasted for several months were finally over. Of the more than twenty war chiefs, only one now stands in front of everyone alive!

"Beast Leonardo! Beast Leonardo! Beast Leonardo!!!"

In the green-skinned ocean, there was a terrifying cry like a mountain and a tsunami! The boys hit their shields with their axes, and accompanied by noisy and noisy noises, cheering on the name of the new leader. Greenskin rode a dragon to him and killed four chiefs in a row. They felt sincere admiration. This orc, extremely violent emotional fluctuations, and at this moment, all converged on the body of the beast Onardo!

Motarian's eyes widened in horror. After being worshipped by fifty thousand green skins, the body of the beast Leonardo burst out with a dazzling dark green light again, swelling rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its terrifying muscles are like rocks. Shocking.

The orc chief, who was originally more than three meters high, has now expanded to more than four meters! A brand new arm drilled out of his empty sleeves, and four brand-new fangs, like mushrooms popping out of the gums, were even more terrifying than ever!

"Boys! From now on, I! Dragon Trainer: Beast Leonardo Waagh Vinci! Is your only chief! WAAAGH!!!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

The green-skinned boys screamed and screamed with excitement. Following a stronger chief means that he can participate in greater wars and attack more terrifying enemies! More can please Mao's second brother!

"Damn green monsters, like gods, can absorb the faith of their companions... These people are simply natural disasters walking on the ground..."

Hiding in the distance, Ogilvyin Chaoge, who was observing secretly, finally breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, the beast Onardo won, and the orcs who besieged Panticapone are now his people. According to the agreement, the guy will roll as far as possible with these green skins.

"Pure strength crushing, compared with playing conspiracy behind the scenes, it is not a pleasure."

Watching the beast Leonardo, with his assistance, obtained the throne of the chief, Motarian finally revealed his horrible fangs that he had hidden for a long time, and his forked scarlet poisonous tongue, constantly squirming in his mouth full of poisonous gas, lightly. Lightly uttered the language of the dragon.

"I will lead you to level down the fortress of the elves, sweep the pastures of horses and horses, and flood the homes of werewolves."

At the same time, Onado, the dragon trainer beast, also raised his arms in excitement, brandishing the huge blade covered with green dragon venom, and began to rust and scream.

"I! Will lead you to level down the fortress of the elves! Sweep the pastures of horses and horses! Flood the homes of werewolves!"

"I will lead you to win a hearty war and conquer the whole Gredinian."

The green dragon threw the beast Onardo down his shoulders, like a dexterous poisonous snake, quietly walking behind the war chief.

"I! Will lead you to win a hearty war! Conquer the entire Gredinian!"

The beast Leonardo roars up to the sky with passion! However, the passionate words and lofty ambitions were almost exactly the same as the terrible whispers of the green dragon in his ear.

"In the end, the entire peninsula will surrender under our feet. We will become the masters of this land, and we will become Gredinian, the only king."

The lord of the forest and the sea of ​​flowers: Mortarian, standing proudly behind the orc chief, a pair of terrifying wings that cover the sky and the sun suddenly opened, casting his hideous and terrifying green shadow on the tens of thousands of orcs. Overhead.

He gently lifted his front paws and placed them on the head of the beast Onardo, like manipulating a puppet, playing with the supreme leader of nearly fifty thousand orcs, playing with the self-proclaimed Dragon Trainer ], but unknowingly, the war chief who was tamed by the dragon.

"In the end, the entire peninsula will be surrendered to our feet! We, will become the masters of this land! We will become Gredinian, the only king! We will eventually be king!!!"

In front of the stage, the [Dragon Trainer] who was tamed by the giant dragon did not notice any abnormality in his body, the green dragon's superb speech skills, and the perfect enchantment magic. Let him be manipulated by Mortarian, playing in the palm of his hand.

"Dragon Trainer! Dragon Trainer! Dragon Trainer!!!"

Hearing that there are more wars and more fights, the boys in the audience raised their weapons in excitement, and the terrifying roar was shaking the sky! All of them were excited and irritated, their faces flushed, and they could not wait for a hearty war immediately! ! !

"Hahahaha—"

Seeing the excitement in the audience and willing to be their own puppets: the green-skinned army of the beast Leonardo, standing behind the chief, Motarian, grinning openly, making a mocking mockery, the green-skins are more enthusiastic , The more he roared, and the more he yearned for war, the green dragon felt funny and ridiculous.

Mortarian's ultimate goal is to turn Gretinian into his own safe and comfortable garden. However, the werewolf's bones were so hard that it could infiltrate a few spies, who were all assimilated by Horus into blood-thirsty beasts, lunatics immersed in the killing, and there was no news ever since.

There was also something wrong with the centaur, Toria was very resistant to corruption, and the dead of poetry could not be successfully corrupted in a short period of time, only slowly affecting it.

The plan was finally halfway through. As a result, the mare used more than twice the strength of the opponent in the Battle of Rain and lost the battle? Instead, Peinhes, who escaped from his own hands, became the ultimate warchief of the seven tribes.

At that time, the green scale evil dragon chopped up several towering giant trees, ate more than a dozen wood elves in one meal, and vented the boundless anger in his heart with delicious food. From the beginning to the end of the plan, this kind of problem happened in the last step...

However, my granddaughter, or great-granddaughter... Forget it, don't remember, let him, anyway, is the leader of the poet of the dead: Peanna has brought new news for herself-the orc.

Since both the centaur and the werewolf are difficult to control and corrupt. So, it's better to choose the group of simple-minded green orcs with well-developed limbs on the Kerch Peninsula. It happens that there are a group of orcs who don't know the heights and heights of the earth, ready to do their own garden!

Motarian quickly grabbed a white-skinned and beautiful wood elf girl, dipped it in the meticulously brewed poison, and put it in his mouth to taste. While eating supper, he conceived a new plan.

First of all, use illusion to simulate the green-skinned god, pretending to be defeated by the beast protected by the gods. This is more logical. Otherwise, no one believes that a green-skinned tribe with a dissatisfaction of a thousand people can actually defeat an adult dragon. .

Then, use enchantment and illusion magic to corrupt the chief and make a puppet that only obeys his orders.

Then, with the orc chief as the medium, he joined the greenskin melee in the east. Protect that orc, kill all opponents, and become the only war chief! Put all the green-skinned soldiers under his control!

In this way, he can give orders to the puppets, indirectly order, and control all the green-skinned soldiers.

Looking at the dense green-skinned army in the audience, shouting the ridiculous name of [Dragon Trainer], Mortarian finally laughed enough, an extremely large green-skinned army, plus a terrifying adult dragon. , Gredinian, who else can stop his terrifying edge? A shivering elf shivering in the castle? There has been a civil war just now, and there are no people who have regained their vitality? Or those brutal, bloodthirsty, but no-brained werewolves?

In the long-term strategic plan of the Green Dragon, Motarian will surely be the king.

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Chapter 225: Illusion and Undead

Diodosiya

The Magic Academy of Panticapone, although not as magnificent as the two ivory towers of Rome and Constantinople. But there is also a certain foundation of magic teaching. Through the trade with the high elves, Painhurs obtained some transcripts of magic books, as well as copies of the experimental diaries of many wizards and sorcerers in the past, allowing him to delve into the secrets of arcane art.

Before, the Pale Warlock had been busy fighting civil wars and dealing with internal affairs. He had no intention of delving into arcane arts, the Battle of Weeping Rain, and even the endless flow of arcane blood, smashed more of the shackles of flesh and blood, allowing himself to comprehend more spells.

Now, Chief Bloodfury is finally free. He has used the experience accumulated by countless warlocks over the past century to replace some old spell slots with the magic copied on the scroll. By the way, I was reading an illusion book copied on sheepskin, thinking about a better way to use illusion.

According to the different bloodline inheritance, each warlock will have an extremely outstanding performance in a particular aspect. For example, above the Necromancer school, he has a unique advantage, and he can use some high-level spells that exceed the level limit. The proficiency is far beyond that of the wizard of the elves.

Not long ago, I found some hapless goblins and used the latest six-ring necromancy: Aura of Horror. In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a new death star with a radius of about 30 feet, centered on itself, also exploded in an instant. Numerous gruesome and terrifying pale ghosts wrapped around him, dancing and circling while issuing orders. The horrifying death scream!

The goblins shrouded in pale ghosts foamed at the mouth in fright, one by one, fleeing in all directions, some even fainted.

Painhurs satisfactorily put away the halo of horror, and thousands of grievances slowly disappeared in the air. This thing is simply the fierce momentum of the dragon. Pair it with your own fear technique...

The Bloodfury Chief is very sure, if he, for the second time against Quintuchus's Roman army, with these two spells, and hundreds of them wearing heavy armor, holding a halberd, and charging at full speed, the bloodthirsty and fearless man will be sure. Can pierce through the steel front that the enemy is proud of.

The pale white horse had considered it, and he would concentrate on studying the spells of the Necromancer and Illusion School in the future, and now it seems that these two schools have helped himself the most. The undead has a bloodline bonus, and the illusion...After comprehending the shadow spell spell, he also understands the shadow shaping energy spell, which can absorb the shadow energy and forge all the spell spells within the third ring. And within the fourth ring, all the plastic energy spells.

Although, this is a ghost magic forged by drawing shadow energy. However, as long as one's own illusion skills are sufficiently proficient, the opponent can't detect it, and can still perform 100% of the effect. For a warlock who is known to be scarce in spells, it is a long drought and rain, which greatly enriches his own combat methods.

"call--"

The Bloodfury Chief drew shadow matter from the ghost plane, and created a burning fireball in the real universe: a group of terrifying dark flames, burning in the palm of a pale white horse.

"Too bad, unqualified, unqualified. Whose fireball technique is black? Your poor forgery skills, with a little bit of knowledge, can be seen through."

Henivale shook her head dissatisfiedly. Accompany your student and lover to train the latest spells.

"What about this?"

Painhurs learned his lesson and created a second group of terrifying flames that burned. Countless black and bright orange flames entangled with each other, looking very gorgeous.

"Fancy bells and whistles."

The drow sighed, and stretched out his delicate dark hand. The terrifying arcane energy gathered between her slender fingers and transformed into an orange-red hot flame.

"You at least have to fake the flames into normal colors, you fancy fire, you have fooled a simple-minded barbaric, but any apprentice mage with a brain can see that your two-colored flames are fake and shoddy. The product, at most, can only exert one-fifth of its power. Are you going to use a five-level spell slot to deal damage from a one-level spell? Huh?"

"Ok······"

Painhurs frowned in distress. When casting the spell, correct and change the appearance of the flame. The fireball of the third group of shadows burned again in the physical world-this time, the fireball showed a dim crimson color. Although it was still different from the ordinary flame, it was becoming more and more realistic.

"Not bad, it's getting better and better. Keep going."

Herniwell clapped her hands gently, encouraging the pale centaur.

There was a trace of sweat on the sideburns of the Bloodwrath Chief. The shadow energy was originally a dim and gloomy tone. It was not easy to change the color. He absorbed the energy of the shadow for the fourth time. This time, the color of the illusion flame was more vivid, bright, and more realistic.

"It's almost done, almost done, your progress is terribly fast, do it again!"

Herniwell praised the speed of her students' progress.

"No, the spell slots are exhausted. Let's continue spell training tomorrow."

Painhurs shrugged helplessly. The arcane pond, which represents the five-ring spell, has long since dried up. Need to rest and supplement. The spells within the 4th ring have already been perfected for a long time. It seems that today's spell training is over.

Watching the battle, Christina, who was impatient for a long time, was like a rouge storm. Four slender, black horses kicked the ground and jumped directly between the two. The sharp two-handed giant sword, under the shining of the sun. , Shimmering with dangerous cold light.

"Come on, my love."

The rouge horse lightly kissed the corner of the great chief's mouth, and his twin pupils were as bright as rubies, smiling into two crescent moons.

"This time, I will be able to defeat you."

Painhurs waved his hand, and the left and right goblin slaves immediately carried two two-meter-long wooden sticks for the two. The top of the wooden stick is coated with a thick layer of black ash, as long as it hits the opponent, it will definitely leave traces that are difficult to scrub.

"Ha, stop talking big. Yesterday in the pond, it took me a long time to wipe the dirt off your body." Christina said jokingly, rubbing the smooth wooden handle.

Painhurs looked dark. Melee is not very important to me, but I still have to practice. However, the rouge horse is too powerful, and its physical strength and combat skills are fully suppressed. Every time the warchief practices melee combat with her, he will be beaten with dust and dirt—then go to the artificial pond dug out by the goblins and bathe each other.

"Don't be so arrogant. These days, I have studied the understanding of illusion by the mages of the past generations of Panticapone. Maybe you will be planted in the gutter today, my love."

A mysterious smile appeared on Painhurs' pale and handsome face. Accompanied by a mysterious spell chant, it disappeared before Christina's eyes.

"It's still the old way. Run away invisibly, and then add a bunch of bonus magic to yourself. It's fancy. The old rule is that the person who hits ten gray marks loses first."

The wooden stick in Christina's hand was waved vigorously by her. Like a waterfall, the long bloody hair hanging down to the waist, fluttering in the wind, makes the rouge horse look even more heroic.

"despair--"

Christina's small ears moved lightly. She keenly caught the sound of horses' hoofs stomping on the ground, and the long stick in her hand pierced a sharp straight line in the air at lightning speed, but it pierced into a piece of air.

"Know that your ears work well, that is the sound simulated by the phantom sound technique."

Along with the distortion of light, the pale white horse suddenly appeared behind the rouge fierce horse. The witchcraft crown on top of his head burst out with a faint pink dim light. The actions of the warchief immediately turned into a misty afterimage. The wooden stick in his hand, like a violent storm, lightly fell on the lover's buttocks, making three faint black marks.

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