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Chapter 226: Robe of the Archmage

Christina quickly tilted her center of gravity forward, raised her two slender and beautiful black heels, and slammed towards the warlock behind her, causing sharp and piercing sounds.

However, Peinhes, who used the acceleration technique, was even faster. The four pale horse hooves, like a winter storm, quickly withdrew from the attack range of the rouge horse, and before the opponent turned around and launched a charge with shame and anger, they once again concealed their figure.

"It seems that I am going to change to give you a bath today, Christina~"

Rouge Liema quickly recovered her calm. After suffering a loss, she was not disturbed again by the complacent voice of the other party. Instead, she stood guard on the spot, searching for the figure of her lover.

Standing aside, Christian, who watched the battle between the two, flipped his slender wrist, and an antique lute appeared out of thin air on her tender palm.

The little mare raised an elegant and white front hoof intoxicated, and quickly hit the ground with the frequency of a ghost animal, acting as an accompaniment drum. The five imaginary fingers, like a raging wave, quickly plucked the strings, offering a bloody battle vocal music for the battle between the sister and the spouse.

"You deliberately! Christian! He is already invisible, and you have to interfere with my hearing!"

"despair--"

There was another sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground. Christina rolled her eyes, pretending to be attacking-sure enough, Painhurs repeated his old tricks, revealing her figure with the twisted light.

"caught you!"

Christina twisted her waist, swept the wooden stick in her hand, wrapped in the terrifying wind pressure, and instantly came to the white horse's side, but at the moment of contact, her master slowed down her speed and lightly touched Pain Hess.的flanks.

"That's also illusion, dear."

The silent phantom, after being lightly touched by a wooden stick, was like a calm lake, rippling with waves of arcane magic. The great chief, like a ghost, appeared again next to Rouge Lima, with the wooden stick in his hand, turned into an afterimage that could not be captured by the naked eye, and gently tapped on the right arm of his lover.

Relying on illusion to play with opponents continuously, Painhurs got great satisfaction in his heart. Especially this opponent, who rubbed himself on the ground a few days ago.

However, Christina caught this moment of negligence. She lied forward and grabbed the warchief's left wrist. The wooden stick in her hand fell like a storm on the opponent's body without pain or itching.

Pain Hess barely blocked the opponent's attack. The strength of every blow of the Rouge Horse was terrifying. The wooden stick in his hand wailed and wailed an indeterminate sound of tearing and breaking, and a horrible shock. Torn the palm of his stick holding it!

There were cold sweat on the forehead of the warchief. He wanted to pull out his left hand. However, Rouge Lima's right hand, as indestructible as iron tongs, grabbed his wrist firmly. The wooden stick fell heavily once again, directly hitting his own weapon, and then quickly landed on the warlock's face, chest, and shoulders, instantly igniting ten pitch-black counterattacks.

"Well, you won again."

Looking at Christina who was cheering, Painhurs sighed and chose to surrender.

It's no shame that a warlock can't beat a barbarian in close combat. However, I have to continue to study how to better use illusion. The diaries of those mages recorded many wonderful battle cases. Sometimes, a small circle of spells can even achieve the effect of reversing the situation.

"Great Chief! Great Chief!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice came from afar. Pain Hess wiped the charcoal on his body casually, and looked at the person in doubt-I saw a young centaur, holding a bloody humanoid in both hands, rushing towards him frantically, hot blood , Spilled over the road he was running.

"Who is in your arms? What happened? How did it hurt like this?"

The warchief walked forward suspiciously, looking at the blood man in the arms of the horse, two pointed long ears, and long hair that was completely wet with blood. Ok? It's an elf.

"Chief-Chief -"

The elf covered in blood was struggling to say something, but he was hurt so badly that every time he uttered a word, he would exhaust all of his energy.

"Ogilvyin Chaosong? Druids! Go and call some druids!"

Painhurs heard the voice of the other party and opened his eyes in amazement.

"What happened? Didn't you go to Panticapone with the beast Leonardo? He has a green dragon and never became a green-skinned chief? The orcs there are terrifying to such an extent?"

"That... That, that dragon was deliberate! He was never controlled! Wow--"

The wizard mage vomited a stream of hot blood, his complexion became paler, and there was only air coming out of his nostrils, no air coming in.

The Pale Warlock tried to call in a few druids to stabilize the other's injuries, but was horrified to find that Chaoge's left chest had been opened with a transparent hole of flesh and blood! The entire heart and half of the lungs disappeared, as if it was directly penetrated by something huge and sharp.

"Don't, don't waste your efforts, I use arcane magic to dangle this long-dead life. The chief of the horses and horses, the beast Onado, the fool, has been the puppet of the green dragon from the beginning! Motta Rian deceived all of us!

Now, that green-scaled evil dragon controls a total of fifty thousand brutal, bloodthirsty green-skinned orcs. Although we resisted stubbornly, Panticapone has fallen--"

"what did you say?"

Everyone present had their eyes widened in surprise, and the music of the bard stopped abruptly, listening to the news from the elf in shock.

"Please, the chieftain of the horses, the plagued green dragon destroyed the white tower, the corrosive poisonous mist has flooded the governor of the city-state, and the shadow of death has enslaved all my fellow citizens! Please, look at me for help! For the sake of you so many times, go and save—"

Ogilvyin struggled to stretch out an arm that had been eroded by the poisonous skin and exposed large pink muscles. He cried out painful, crystal clear tears, washing away the blood that had already scabbed, before he was old. On the calm face, scarlet blood was washed away from his debut.

Suddenly, the necromantic symbol engraved on his chest began to disintegrate and dissipated. The eyes of Chao Song were instantly covered with a death cloud, and the trembling arm extended towards the warchief fell to the ground weakly, the words in his mouth. , Also came to an abrupt end, and finally, under the gaze of the crowd, the soul returned to Larisian.

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"You are rich, Painhurs."

Hennival raised her arm and stabbed the pale centaur with her elbow.

"He is wearing a black silk, woven military robe. This kind of rare thing, even in the Magic Academy of the Eastern Empire, does not exceed a hundred pieces."

The sad atmosphere was instantly broken by the drow. When Painhurs looked at the elf's corpse, his sorrowful eyes suddenly became a bit greedy and embarrassed.

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According to the customs of the colonists, the men and horses held a grand sea burial for the powerful wizard mage. In the center of a small boat full of flowers and grains, there are the remains of the mage. A few ingenious girls and horses specially sew a banner symbolizing Panticapone, covering his miserable remains.

The boat drifted slowly toward the depths of the Black Sea. Painhurs personally drew out his composite longbow, and twisted a slender feather arrow from the quiver with his left hand. Arcane energy winded and wound along the brown shaft, and finally on the sharp arrow cluster. A fiery flame burned.

The warchief skillfully drew a full moon, and after aiming a little, loosened the tight bowstring. Let the arrow of flames draw a burning arc in the air, centering on the wooden boat on the surface of the dark sea.

"May your soul rest in peace, friend."

Looking at the boat burning on the sea, Painhurs tidied up the silk robe on his body, and offered his most pious blessing to Ogilvyin Chaoge.

"Go find a few druids! Immediately! Let them act as envoys of Bloodfury, go to Cesonsus and tell the blue wolf king, I agree to his request! He can bring his own wolf cub army , Across our pasture, embark on a bloodthirsty expedition against those damn green skins."

"Your will!"

A bloody brutal soldier replied respectfully.

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Chapter 227: Lonely King

After thinking about it, Painhurs decided to tell the horrible conspiracy of Mortarian, the mighty green-skin torrent, and the fall of Panticapone all to the Cangqing Wolf King and let him do it for himself. Be fully prepared for the expedition.

At this juncture, pitting the werewolves will not do any good, but will make the already tense relationship between the two continue to deteriorate. Compared with the green scale evil dragon who wanted to treat everyone as a puppet and enslaved him, the blue giant wolf was a little cute-at least he had signed a truce contract with the descendants of God's Choice. It belongs to the type that can communicate.

Speaking of it, Toria was still locked in the cell by herself, and she didn't know how to deal with it—wait, the green dragon is now in Panticapeng, and only the wood elves and poems remain in the sea of ​​flowers. Those damn inner ghosts of the dead.

Chief Centaur immediately calculated a new plan. First of all, transfer back to the Wind Howl clan stationed in the north. The Thunder Storm of those Storm Warlocks will be their best cards against the Green Dragon.

Next, Painhurs ordered the Withered Bone Clan of Abhuos, Sigrit's Black Tusk, to draw out one third of the most elite soldiers to cooperate with the Stormpike Clan garrisoned in the north. Directly attack Youlin Huahai, and raid Mortarian's empty dragon's nest.

Three chiefs, hundreds of druids. Withered bones are good at forest warfare, and black fangs slaughter the same clan like cutting melons and vegetables. These two clans work together, and even if Peanna's poetic dead, with a geographical advantage and a servant of the wood elves, it will not be able to turn the sky.

For those half-green dragons, centaur and half-blood heirs, if you can catch it, if you can't catch it, at least you have to bring back all the heads of these inner ghosts to make yourself feel more at ease. If it goes well, you can make a small fortune inside Mortarian's lair.

"Are we going to occupy Dragonmaw Fort?"

Christina was eager to try. She excitedly drew out the sharp and unusually sharp two-handed giant sword. With white hands, she gently rubbed the gray sword hilt with the wire, longing for more blood and killing, and longing for more heads and sacrifices. Sacrifice.

Her twin sister: Although Christian didn't speak, the pair of eyes were as bright as rubies, and their blood-colored eyes sparkled with an eerie desire to kill.

Since these two sisters awakened the bloody fury of the previous chief at the same time, they have become a bit addicted to fighting?

"Perhaps everyone is like this, Curonia, and there are others who are not much better."

Painhurs looked at the twin sisters who were bleeding in confusion, ignored their changes, and began to check the sheepskin map in his hand.

Just as Vichymiris fortress blocked the land connection between Gretinian and the Asian-European grasslands, Dragonmaw Fort, also lying at the throat of Gretinian and Kerch Peninsula, is the only one that can pass between the two places. connection.

"Yes, if the fortress must be taken down, otherwise, our pastures, cattle and sheep, will be completely submerged by the green ocean at any time. We must not let the war spread to our hard-working homes these days."

As Painhurs spoke, he took out a piece of tanned leather. Inject the majestic arcane energy into it, and let the sheepskin that exudes a faint blue light float in the air, dance, and then rise, unfolding into an invisible protective force field, covering itself.

"Tsk, it's really not as good as the heavens. The Jinlu descendants reluctantly obeyed my orders. Once they step into the battlefield, it is difficult to say whether they are reliable... it is necessary to conduct a test."

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Tolia is like a silver sculpture, lying motionless on the ground.

She was forced to kneel on the ground with four hoofs, her belly pressed against the cold floor, eight sturdy chains tightly bound her pale horse body, two arms tied behind her back, and anti-magical fine gold shackles.

Although there is a female centaur every day, feeding her plenty of food and fresh water, she will also use the brush invented by the chief to clean her body. However, the descendants of God who have been spoiled since childhood cannot bear this humiliating imprisonment at all, and their stature is becoming thinner and haggard.

Toria, who was chained all the time and couldn't move a single cent, yawned boringly. She stared at the monotonous stone wall around her, feeling a burst of fatigue, so she slowly closed her eyes.

In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood. The golden flag covers the sky and the sun, and the dense sound of hoofs shakes the mountains and the ground. Under the leadership of his mother, the Jinlu clan launched a sudden attack on another Clan Ma clan. With an overwhelming advantage, Jinlu quickly won the final victory.

The flag embroidered with clan totems was thrown into the bonfire, turning into a plume of dark smoke, floating into the clouds. The heads of the nobles were chopped off by a sharp axe, tracing a blood-colored arc, and falling into the dust.

In the presence of all the captives, the mother mercilessly killed all the captured nobles and generals, changed her cruel and ruthless behavior, and calmly pacified the remaining herdsmen, promising them better pastures, and more More cattle and sheep, a more glorious future, under the combined use of enlightenment and power, quickly annexed this small clan, making the strength of Jinlu even stronger.

"See, Toria. The world is so cruel."

Tolia opened her eyes wide, trying to see her mother's appearance, but her dream seemed to be shrouded in mist, and she could only see a hazy face.

Chief Jinlu grabbed three freshly roasted lamb legs and stuffed them in the hands of himself and his two half-sisters. Seeing the children gorging themselves, the mother of the three continued to teach.

"The weak cattle and sheep will be enslaved and slaughtered by the shepherd. The weak clan will also be defeated and annexed by the powerful chief. My children, do you want to be a shepherd, or cattle and sheep?"

"Of course it is the shepherd!"

Three horses of different sizes raised their greasy faces, speaking innocently. Seeing their answers, Chief Jinlu's face hidden under the mist gave a faintly satisfied smile.

"Then, prove it to me. All three of you have the blood of God's choice. However, in order to prevent our noble blood from being diluted, the weak are not allowed or worthy of reproduction. Weaken our blood! And Jinlu There is only one position of chieftain..."

Tolia stopped chewing in horror, and her sisters also looked at each other in horror. It seems that the blood relatives before have become hideous, sharp-edged hell demons.

The picture scroll in the dream suddenly turned, and my young self instantly grew into an incomparably beautiful adult horse, with sterling silver hair shining like a mirror. Countless strong and sturdy muscles are connected together, turning into a handsome and graceful body curve, and the proud face reflected in the bloody mirror is even more beautiful and thrilling.

Toria lowered her head and looked down. Under her four slender and graceful hooves, there was a lake of blood, a tortoise and a small snake, wandering freely in the bright red pool of blood. Her hands were completely covered with blood. full······

The chosen descendant frowned. She looked at her blood-stained hands, and then looked around suspiciously: she was standing at the door of the Jinlu camp, and two sturdy mares fell in a pool of warm blood.

The two of them were fully armed and armed with swords in their hands, but their necks were cut by some kind of sharp weapon. The blood of the centaurs, like a rushing river, spewed out from the cracks in their necks and continued to flow into the scarlet lake.

And the two faces that were somewhat similar to Tolia, at this moment, were hanging around the waist of the descendants of God's choice, their expressions shocked and desperate.

"Toriya! It was Tolia who won the final victory! Only she is qualified to inherit the blood of the God's Choice! Waiting for the chief's soul to return to Skerrit, she is our new king!"

The former Marshal of the Forbidden Army of the Jinlu clan, Achaya, who died in the hands of the Holy Fire, was the first to bow to herself. Her loyal face caused Toria's heart to tremble--today, this is the fourth, the loved one who died in front of her, once again reappeared in a misty dream.

Countless soldiers wearing golden shoes, accompanied by Achaya's actions, have offered supreme loyalty to themselves. They screamed the name of Toria and celebrated the birth of a new generation of [Descendants of God].

The descendant of God's Choice opened her mouth. She knew what she would say at the time. She knew what mistakes she had committed back then, but she also knew that history cannot be changed, even if she is in a dream at this moment. in.

"Achaya, gather all your best fighters! After this is done, I promise you the position of Marshal of the Forbidden Army! Charge! Target, my mother's camp! A few years ago, she personally told me that Jinlu's There can only be one chief."

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Chapter 228: Purging of Loyalty

"Squeak--"

A loud noise awakened Toria from her dream. She subconsciously wanted to draw her sword and guard, but the flesh and blood body was firmly locked by the steel chain.

The chosen descendant gave a mocking smile. He also annexed many small-scale tribes, killed their rulers, separated and managed a large number of herders, and slowly assimilated them. Under good luck, his own tribe suffered the same fate.

"Tread—Tread—"

With the crisp sound of horse hooves from far to near, Tolia raised her face calmly, a pale steed, like a winter storm, came to her. He wears a golden witchcraft crown, a black silk robe, and his waist spans the sword of natural disasters he once wore. On the pale face, an unpredictable smile appeared.

"Are you here to kill me? Come on now, the weak and the strong. Now, I am just a lamb under your hand to be slaughtered."

Descendants of God's Choice spoke lightly, as if they had already looked down upon death.

"No."

The warchief bent his four hooves, and also sat on the cold ground, facing each other's eyes.

"Toriya, you are a powerful druid and our compatriot. Now, the common enemy of all men and horses has once again sounded the clarion call to charge. Are you willing to help our race to win this war?"

After hearing Painhurs' request, the descendants of God's Choice seemed to have heard something funny, and laughed up to the sky, tears of laughter were streaming down, she looked at the increasingly impatient Chief Centaur, and said with contempt. To.

"Listen! Boy! You can kill my life, but you can't break my will. Toria is only a master, not a minister!"

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"Well, the same question, I won't ask you a second time."

After a short silence, the warchief slowly stood up from the floor, and the noise of wooden planks rubbing the ground sounded again. This time, thirty-six tall men and horses walked in, most of them dressed in pale golden cat-man fur. The ears, neck, fingers, nose and lips are all wearing gold ornaments.

Walking in the forefront are the three most powerful horses under Tolia's command. Coles, Flor, Charleston. The rest of the golden-footed men and horses, under the new bloody and angry system, held important positions as the head of one hundred households, leading the surrendered golden-footed soldiers.

The quality of the Jinlu clan is nothing to say. The Bloodfury clan has a total of 10,000 household heads, five thousand household heads, and fifty hundred household heads. Excluding tens of thousands of households like Pain Hess, In addition to a hundred households, there are a total of fifty officers.

And among these fifty centaur, thirty-six centaurs were born into the Jinlu clan, and some of the forbidden forces even directly eliminated the old hundreds of blood-angered families, which caused a certain impact on the class rule they built— -This is also the result of a large number of bans who do not want to leave the old captain's command and participate lazily in the selection.

Tolia looked at her former subordinates, Coles and others in surprise, and also looked at the supreme queen in shock, not knowing what happened. When these soldiers served as the heads of a thousand households and a hundred households, they had already taken their children as hostages and sent them to Painhurs' account as an expression of their loyalty.

Now it seems that the warchief is still worried about his loyalty, so a new test is going to come?

Painhurs clapped his hands calmly and ordered the new officers to stand on both sides of Toria. He personally picked up a long string of Gothic sailors, the flexible hemp rope used to tie the sails, wrapped it around the swan-like slender and white neck of the descendant of God's choice. Both ends of the rope were handed to the golden-footed officers on both sides.

"Warchief...What are you???"

Coles felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. He looked at the hemp rope in his hand and looked at the Supreme King's neck. The calmness of the past disappeared completely, and his six limbs shivered like chaff.

"Pull the rope, what you said before is better than singing, what a system of gratitude for blood and anger, thank me for my extremely low taxes, and the benefits of war. I am grateful to me for breaking the old aristocratic class and allowing all of you to be able to With his own strength, he climbed to a high position that was impossible to reach before.

Yes, I still remember that it was you, who said at that time, willing to seduce me and put my heart on the ground. "

Looking at the thirty-six hundred households who were shocked, angry, or ashamed, the white white Ma said lightly.

"Since you swear allegiance to me. Then, I will give you elites, the first task: hang this mare. Execute it immediately."

The golden-footed centaurs who climbed up from the bottom had never seen Tolia a few times, but were grateful to Pain Hess instead. They immediately carried out the command of the warchief and tightened the rough twine.

Some former nobles also reacted after a brief stupor: the lives of their family members are now all held in the hands of the Bloodfury Clan, and they are completely fish on the chopping board! They hurriedly tried their best to pull the noose, for fear of the pale warlock, that their short hesitation was a manifestation of disloyalty, and then harmed the whole family.

And the three generals, including Coles, broke out in cold sweats. They kept thinking about the current situation. Indeed, their children were in the hands of the bloody brutal soldiers, but inside this prison, only Peinhe Si alone! What's left is some golden shoes! If you can catch the Great Chief Centaur, you might be able to persuade them to return to your own camp, to untie the shackles of the Supreme King, to come to a rebellion, and the victory or defeat is considered to be known...

"Go to hell! White horse! Long live the Supreme King!!!"

Before Coles could figure it out, Flor, who had almost cried out, roared first. She shouted the name of the descendant of God's choice, drew out the saber on her waist, the sharp blade, and drew it in the air. A stern arc!

"Sizzle!!!"

Flor's long sword tore the warchief's chest, but there was no real feeling of hitting an object from his wrist. After the phantom was disturbed, it was accompanied by a burst of light distortion and dissipated into countless clusters of colorful stars.

"Stop! Stop! The High King will be strangled to death by you traitors!"

Charleston looked around and found no trace of the white horse. He also drew out two battle axes and rushed towards the officers who tried to strangle Tolia.

At this moment, the only one standing in place was Coles.

"Go away! Charleston! You are no longer Lao Tzu's general!"

"If you two want to die, run away and die! Don't hold us! Fuldor! I am doing well now, and I don't want to continue to slaughter my fellow citizens!

Under the temptation of the warchief's money, glory, and status, the death ambitions of the golden-footed soldiers have long since disappeared with the passage of time.

Today, they are no longer solitary captives and prisoners without any long objects. It is a herder who has hundreds of cattle and sheep, fertile pastures, warm tents, and even with the help of others, with spouses and even children.

The vast majority of people don't want to give up this hard-won stable life, and follow the old generals to another bloody civil war of brotherhood.

The two felt a chill at the golden-footed centaurs who were still strangling the ropes and staying unmoved. At this moment, the voice of the warchief was also like an invisible ghost, entwined between them.

"Very well, are you two trying to rebel? Coles? Why are you standing still? I'll give you a little more time to choose: Is it to rescue the old High King, or to be loyal to the new Warchief? Your wife , The eldest daughter you gave me to take care of, and your newborn foal, they are all waiting for your choice."

"me--"

Coles Khan is raining, four strong horseshoes, trembling constantly, desperate eyes, look at the more painful and distorted descendants of God's choice because of suffocation, look at the old part of the golden shoe that has been fighting, one Time, I don't even know what to do!

"Coles! You bastard, come and help! They put anti-magical shackles on the High King! You have the best strength, quickly remove that stuff! After the High King can use the magic arts, who can trap her? Who else? Need to be afraid of that pale warlock?!

In your mind, is your family important, or the Supreme King? ! "

After hearing Flor's words, Kors' body slowly stopped trembling. He calmly walked in front of the Supreme King, his burly right hand, holding a gorgeous forged war hammer of pure gold, and passing through the air. A brilliant golden arc.

"boom!!!"

With a terrifying roar, Coles pulled out his blood-stained warhammer—the golden head of the hammer—from a pool of minced meat, and plunged deep into Charleston's head. The warm blood, accompanied by the sticky brain, There were also hundreds of fragments of skulls sprayed in all directions, dyeing the six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of thousands of households in red.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, old friend! You are right..."

Coles closed his eyes in pain. The corners of the wrinkled eyes sparkled with crystal clear tears.

"Although I love the Supreme King, but, deep in my heart, it really is still my lover, my child, is more important! The chief is gone, naturally someone will replace it, and continue to lead the people forward with weight. But if I His wife, children are all dead, what should I do?!

You two singles don't understand at all! How heavy is the burden on my shoulders! "

"Coles!!!"

Flor let out a harsh scream, her eyes widened in disbelief, she looked at the corpse of her companion, and slowly fell to the ground.

Suddenly, with a twist of light, Painhurs' pale body was exposed in front of her. The warchief suddenly roared a creepy, ear-piercing scream mixed with arcane power. Under the influence of this death scream, the natural disaster blade in his hand suddenly turned into an invisible ghost, but it was still entangled. Dense pale currents.

"Pouch."

The vanity blade that turned into a ghost, like an invisible ghost, passed directly through the shield and heavy armor raised by Flor, and plunged deep into her heart. Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, the thunderbolt pythons roared, jumped, roared, rushing freely in her flesh and blood.

"Very well, you have proved your loyalty. Go and pull the rope."

Painhurs pulled out the sword of the natural disaster from the corpse that was almost roasted by the electric current, and turned his head to face the blood-stained Coles. And the face of the latter has almost lost all feelings. He numbly put away the warhammer, numbly grasped the rope, and numbly pulled back-and then numbly looked at the Supreme Queen, slowly dying in suffocation.

"I gave you a chance, Toria."

Looking at the hanged descendant of God's Choice, Pain Hess sighed, he opened the magic shackles, and the eight-pointed black star on the back of his hand flashed a terrifying light in an instant.

The warchief desecrated the land under his feet, and then, stuffed a valuable black pearl into Toria's mouth, chanted a creepy evil spell, and made a cloud of dark blue dead flames. Burning in the mare's mouth! The blazing fire of the undead instantly melted her brain and eyeballs. Looking out from the empty eye sockets, there were two eerie death flames.

"Congratulations! You passed my test! From today, I believe in your loyalty! I am also willing to entrust my back to everyone present on the battlefield! We will work together to create a new future! Everyone goes to the logistics area, no one appreciates ten cows and sheep, and one hundred rolls of animal skins."

Painhurs controlled Toria, who was intact except for her brain, and slowly came to his side, posing a humble appearance of allegiance.

"But, if any of you dare to betray your warchief to these two people? Believe me, death is not your only end! I will let the traitors see the most terrible hell!

Okay, let's go, all go back. Tell all your subordinates what happened here. Let them know that those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish. "

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Chapter 229: The Incarnation of Fear

Cesonisus

Horus was sitting on a gloomy throne made up of countless bones and fangs. His young and handsome face was gloomy and uncertain, and his pupils, which were completely occupied by blood, swayed irregularly. Big five fingers. Gently rubbed the handrail of the throne carved by mammoth fangs.

The Goths came from the far north and migrated south. Their hometown is an extremely cold place composed of pine forests, snow-capped mountains, and ice seas. The terrifying frost giants occupy the top of the food chain.

They domesticated terrifying giant bears hunting in the forest. Riding a terrifying mammoth galloping across the earth, driving a ferocious white dragon soaring in the sky, summoning a huge giant whale to sail in the ocean.

Fortunately in misfortune, the Frost Giants gather together as a family unit, fishing and hunting separately. They do not have a unified country or tribe. There are few signs of joining forces. Relying on their number advantage, the Goths can defend the islands on the icy sea and defend their homeland. Until the horrible white disaster strikes, the pastures and fields are completely destroyed and everyone is forced to migrate south.

Most of the Horus's old ministry present witnessed and even participated in the war against the Frost Giant. They had a deeper understanding of the destructive power of an adult dragon than the humans.

After some argument, the werewolves decided to send someone to see the situation first and make a conclusion. They formed an expeditionary force composed of about one thousand and two hundred elite predators. They moved out a large amount of freshly harvested winter wheat and salted fish. Under the leadership of Abaddon, they launched a small-scale expedition.

On the other side, Painhurs brought a thousand households composed entirely of golden troopers, each carrying two steeds, carrying the corresponding food and baggage, and charging towards Dragonmaw Fort at full speed.

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"Man and horse! People and horse! There is a fight, Waagh!!!"

The orc scout in charge, feeling the trembling ground under his feet, looked at the smoke and dust in the distance, and immediately let out a roar of surprise. The big and strong brutal boys beat the heavy drums and played the horns of the horns, and a large dark green ocean immediately gushed out of the already fragmented castle, cheering and killing them.

The genes of war and violence flowed in the green skin's bones, and belonged to the type of being uncomfortable without fighting for three days. Under the command of the chief, this army of orcs, holding on to the fort, was already idle and irritable. When they saw the horses, they immediately beamed with excitement, stepped on the ruined city wall, and rushed out of the city mightily.

Five hundred round-headed riding Skogs, carrying five hundred assault boys in lightweight leather armor, raised a skinned wooden shield with their left hand to protect their fragile face and neck, while their right hand was held flat and captured. His spear, or the machete tied to a long stick, ordered Skug under his crotch to open his legs and directly launched an unruly pig charge on the horses and men.

"Without a wise chief, these greenskins wouldn't be so terrible...retreat! Attract them."

Looking at the greedy and bloodthirsty assault boy with bright eyes, the men and horses immediately retreated under the leadership of Painhurs. While running fast, they twisted their flexible waists backwards and poured out to the orc cavalry. The terrifying rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun gradually caused the orcs to lose their sanity in the blood and pain.

"WAAAGH!!!"

Seeing the army of people and horses that are constantly retreating, the assault boys let out an angry roar, come and fight head-on, what kind of ability to escape? Their sturdy legs kept kicking the mounts under them, forcing them to accelerate and accelerate, but unknowingly, the distance between them and the two thousand orc infantry was getting wider and wider.

The pale sorcerer chanted mysterious spells, and the quiver suddenly ignited a blue arcane magic fire. After the second spell ended, the two animal skin quiveres next to each other sprayed out countless red hot fires, azure blue and red, two fires of different colors and different effects entangled, burned, and finally overlapped. It is a group of purple terrifying flames.

The warchief bent his bow to shoot a metal arrow burning with purple flames. Let it accompany the creepy whistling sound, draw a hideous arc in the air, under the blessing of double arcane, the arrow clusters directly shot through the orc's skinned wooden shield, and the thin leather armor, Biting hard on his green chest. The purple flames burned in the depths of the flesh and blood of the green skin.

Seeing that the opposing cavalry and infantry were sufficiently out of touch, Painhurs shook the banner, and the entire army, under the coordinated orders of ten hundred chiefs, showed slight changes. At the same time, the centurion on the two wings ordered his soldiers to slow down, transforming the formation of a horse into a huge "C" shape. Gradually encircle this cavalry unit.

The warchief bent his bow and set his arrow. Shooting arrows with blazing flames quickly, every three seconds, the sky will cross a blazing purple arc, and there will be an orc cavalry, slamming down the mount with the splash of blood.

The blazing fire pierced his armor and skin, burning his flesh and hair. However, before the green-skinned boy screamed a few times, he was trampled into a bloody mud by the mighty Sgug behind him.

"Woo! Woo!"

Seeing that these savage, bloodthirsty orc cavalry had fallen into their trap, several heralds immediately blew the high, rapid charge horns.

These terrifying creatures that are perfectly fused with the rider and the horse, with an extraordinary agility, quickly turned the direction of running. They put away the longbow in their hands and picked up a slender halberd from behind. Left, right, front, and three directions, screaming and rushing towards the green-skinned cavalry!

"call--"

Suddenly, with the distortion of the light, in the eyes of the orcs and Skug, the pale white horse suddenly turned into a ghastly and evil beast. The huge body of the monster covered the sky and the sun, a pair of giant dragons. The fleshy wings, with a slight fan, can wind up the violent wind.

The most terrifying thing is his head-it is a giant octopus magnified countless times. I saw this evil beast that appeared out of thin air, piercing ears like a landslide! The terrifying sound wave raised its eight fleshy tentacles on the chin, revealing a huge mouth of the abyss full of sharp fangs!

The sudden horror scene immediately frightened the orcs and Skugs. The green-skinned boys were okay, and their burning will to fight barely resisted this sudden horrific illusion, and those Skugs were directly affected Foaming in fright, or fainted on the ground, throwing the cavalry off the saddle, or stopping the charge, turning around and running!

The already messy greenskin battle formation suddenly became more chaotic.

Painhurs raised his halberd flatly to maximize his speed. Four slender and strong horseshoes turned into four pale afterimages, weighing a ton of terrible mass. When running at extreme speed, all the kinetic energy generated was concentrated on the sharp tip of the spear, and the metal spearhead seemed to be destroyed. Generally, the wooden shield and leather armor were torn, and it was deeply submerged in the chest of an orc boy!

"Roar!!!"

With green skin and blood, Painhurs let out a terrifying low growl. With the inherent brute force of men and horses, he raised the halberd in his hand so that the halberd hanging on the tip of the halberd was dying. The orc, leaving the saddle of the meat ball, coughed up dripping blood in the air while waving his limbs in despair, like a hideous banner of death and blood!

Looking at the green skin that was directly picked up in the air by the horses, the other assault boys trembled in their hearts, and their vigorous desire to fight was gradually extinguished by fear.

Pain Hess continued to charge forward. He dexterously flashed several long swords, the invisible force field armor, and blocked several sharp spears. The whole person was like a winter storm, slamming into the face of Sgug hard, and with the terrifying charge, the red fleshy bumps and the green skin on them were knocked into the air!

"boom!!!"

The metal halberd, carrying a huge green-skin corpse, slammed down. With the advantage of the length of the weapon, Painhurs killed the obstructive green skin in front of him with a single halberd, and was penetrated by the orc at the tip of the spear. There was no sound at this moment, and with the swing of a long pole, it was like a heavy hammer of flesh and blood, smashed and crushed his former compatriots.

The great chief kicked four hoofs, and the whole person rushed into the high air. The two pale front hooves suddenly became as dark as an abyss, exuding black smoke of death.

An orc tried to defend with a shield, but the fragile wooden shield was directly crushed by the horseshoes that turned into the face of the abyss. The terrifying weight of more than 2,400 pounds was directly pressed on his chest, and a ball of doping burst out instantly. The flower of death with bright red blood and dark smoke.

"call--"

Rushing into the green skin, the warchief who lost his kinetic energy began to cast spells. With the terrible pink light, the surrounding temperature began to plummet. With Painhurs as the center, a death star with a radius of about 30 feet, instantly turned towards It exploded in all directions! Countless ghastly and terrifying pale ghosts are entwined around the warchief. While flying and circling, they pass through the flesh and blood body of the green skin, and at the same time they send out a terrifying scream of death!

The aura of horror that erupted in the center of the green skin completely destroyed their will to fight. The orcs and Skugs were frightened and fleeing like headless flies. However, the half-man and half-horse encircled on three sides, It was like a series of high-speed chariots, slamming into their bodies!

A halberd pierced through the flesh and blood of the green skin, and charged again and again, hitting the orc's body. The few lucky ones who remained wanted to escape, but under the overwhelming arrow rain, they had no way to escape, and finally turned into bloody hedgehogs and fell into a pool of shocking blood.

"WAAAGH!!!"

After almost all the cavalry fell, the mighty orc infantry, like a sea of ​​green, killed the horses. However, these cumbersome guys couldn't keep up with the speed of the men and horses at all. The bloody savage soldiers swarmed up and dispersed, divided into ten queues, spreading the distance, and venting the terror to cover the sky at the same time. Arrow rain!

There is another burning purple arc, like a meteor, across the blue sky, accompanied by the creepy sound of breaking through the sky, and accurately penetrates the eyebrows of a big guy, making the horrible omen The magic fire, burning inside the orc's skull.

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Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty: Preliminary Formation

The terrifying arrow rain obscures the sky and the sun, and the dense hoof prints shake the mountains and the ground.

Under the leadership of the warchief, the Centaur completely abandoned the previous fighting style that used its size and strength advantages to charge waves. Instead, like some treacherous orc chiefs, they played Parthian tactics. They surrounded those who lost their mobility. The army of orcs kept bending their bows and shooting arrows.

The bowstrings tremble and tremble, the arrows burst into the sky, and the orcs' miserable howls are entangled and mixed into an excellent ode to death.

After the initial chaos, Green Skin finally managed to form a defensive array amidst the roar of a big guy who shook the sky. They raised their shields high to defend against the arrows in the sky, but they were violently sinking. Each time the iron arrow clusters fired from the compound longbow hits the shield, these orcs' arms will feel sore.

"It's about four hundred feet away. It's too far."

Painhurs frowned, the huge dark green meat mountain, holding a broken carriage high, as his shield, hiding in the center of the orcs, giving orders. If you want to destroy the enemy's command system, you must give priority to the opponent's leader.

The terrifying nightmare scene was once again exposed in front of the green skin, and the white horse galloping towards him instantly turned into a giant swallowing beast that would only exist in the nightmare, accompanied by irregular and rhythmic shocks. The drums of the sky, torturing every green-skinned ear and eyeball, countless flesh and blood tentacles dancing in the wind, countless fangs and claws, greedily swallowing everything around!

The horrible vision of death once again defeated the orcs' psychological defenses. They screamed and roared, fleeing in all directions with fear, and the shield wall that they had barely constructed immediately became a mess.

Three hundred feet!

The bloody warchief let out a terrifying roar, the hideous ghost new star, accompanied by the cold low temperature, and the piercing scream once again, exploded centered on the warlock!

The pale ghosts that constantly uttered terrifying screams, like overwhelming horrible waves, instantly swallowed and drowned the army of the orcs. The illusory ghosts passed through the arms, chests, and even the heads of the green skins, and they did not exist at all. The illusory claws tore the flesh and blood of the orcs, and the last few remaining rational soldiers also broke down and yelled and scattered.

Two hundred feet!

The pale warlock wrapped in a halo of horror, in the orc army, like entering no man's land, under the double fear, there are almost no orcs, who can maintain a sober sanity next to the warchief, and the Jinlu descendants watched fearfully. That pale voice, the turbulent waves enveloping the ghost bones, tore the green leather defense line.

One hundred and fifty feet!

The archery target accessory tied to Painhurs' wrist suddenly emitted a faint blue light. The world in front of the warlock was also split into two versions-the right eye saw a normal war picture, and the left eye saw the future six seconds later, insight into the future every move of the big orc.

At this time, the distance between the leaders of both sides was less than a hundred feet.

The warchief loosened the bowstring that had been drawn into the full moon, and let an arrow that was simultaneously burning with blue magic fire and blazing flames traversed a purple burning trail in the air, like a meteor, piercing through the big brother's Forehead!

"Roar!!!"

The dark green Roshan that moved, painted with a miserable and terrifying roar, and the arcane blue magic fire shattered his skull, causing the metal arrow cluster to sink deep into the orc's mind. The hot flames burned every nerve of the other party!

However, the tenaciousness of the big man exceeded the great chief's expectation. He was suffering from the burning pain of his skull, grasping the carriage in his hands at the same time with both hands, using it as a shield and a battering ram, and rushed to a hundred feet away. Centaur! Just like a bulldozer, flying all the way, crushing countless green-skinned boys!

Faced with the orc leader who lost his mind in the pain, Painhurs also let out a creepy growl, not slowing down the speed of his charge. Meet the enemy head-on!

"call--"

At the moment the two came into contact, the warchief turned into an ethereal breeze, passed through the huge carriage, and the huge body of the orc, turned into an entity behind him, with a halberd in his hand, accompanied by a creepy death. The scream, turned into a ghostly ghost, went straight through the heavy armor of the big guy, and pierced his heart.

A few seconds later, the pain and wailing of the green giant came to an abrupt end. The three-meter-high body, like a mountain of flesh and blood, crashed to the ground, raising a piece of blood-colored dust.

Seeing the completion of the sniper killing, the Nine Devil Golden Crown immediately became a masterpiece. Painhurs tore open an arcane door, dissipated the halo of horror, and jumped into the door—the next second, he returned to the side of the horse. .

The green skins were dumbfounded in surprise, their chins almost falling to the ground. The leader of them hiding in the middle of the army, just like that, was slaughtered?

After losing the supreme leader, dozens of orcs immediately began to issue almost completely opposite orders. A few of them even fought for the vacant leadership positions!

As for the boys at the lower level, the soldiers were even more at a loss. They didn't know whose order they should listen to. Some impatient greenskins even took the initiative to attack. They jumped out of the safe shield wall, beating the shield with their weapons, and attacking the soldiers. A death charge was launched.

In the end, they all fell halfway along with the dense feather arrows covering the sky and the sun.

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Painhurs touched the quiver behind him again, but grabbed an empty one-two quiveres, 60 feather arrows, all exhausted. The arrow rain beside him has also become thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it returns to silence.

In just five minutes, at an average speed of six seconds and one arrow, the centaurs and horses dumped nearly 100,000 sharp feathers at thousands of orcs. This horrible catharsis of firepower is enough to cause any army to collapse, nearly half of it. The orc was shot as a hedgehog and collapsed in a pool of blood.

The remaining defeated generals were also scarred, and the shield-bound arm was so painful to the extreme that they were almost unable to move under the shock caused by the continuous strike of the arrow.

At this time, the high-pitched and stern horn sounded again in the army of soldiers and horses that had run out of arrows. The barbarians put away the compound longbows in their hands, and raised a sharp halberd, accompanied by the shock. The sky's battle roar and hoof sound, from all directions, launched a death charge toward Green Skin!

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"The will of most fighters is not very firm. After facing the fear, almost all of them are scattered in fright."

After a round of charge, the orcs were completely disintegrated, weighing a ton, running, and running at almost five times the speed of infantry. In the collapse of the army, it was like entering an uninhabited state, and the pigs rushed forward, let alone. With weapons, they will be knocked into the air with a stern blood line when they touch their galloping bodies a little bit.

The blood rage slaughtered wantonly, depriving Greenskin of life. Cut off their ears as a proof of his merits, while the warchief stood aside with satisfaction, thinking about his own tactical ideas.

Last time in the Weeping Rain battle, the bow and arrow he was best at was completely unusable in the rainstorm, and the will of the golden guard was as strong as steel. Once let myself play a little doubtful life. However, this battle with Greenskin made him regain his confidence.

The compound longbow, blessed by horrific power and double spells, is enough to shoot through rough-worked barbarian chain armor. The group fear of the undead can also be torn apart, breaking through the flesh and blood line of defense formed by soldiers. It perfectly matches the war characteristics of horses and horses shooting and charging.

If the enemy general is extremely agile, the enemy fighter can first predict the opponent's actions. If he wears heavy armor, invulnerable to swords and spears, and ghost strikes, his armor can also be turned into a piece of waste paper.

After the white horse chose a few spells based on the books and scrolls of the elves, and blended them into his own blood, Painhurs' fighting style was considered to have taken shape.

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