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Chapter 231: The Great Predator

Broken walls, ruins and scorched earth.

This is Painhurs' first impression of Dragonmaw Fort. The cunning orc chief may have a deep understanding of the strategic significance here, so he sent more than three thousand orcs to guard this throat fortress.

However, the brave orcs under him are a bit of a violation. When the chief is gone, everyone is willing to do coolies and repair the broken castle.

The cracks smashed by the bombing garbage continued to expand with the passage of time. Every day, there were gravel bricks and tiles falling down the damaged city wall, leaving only half of the wooden gate, lying quietly in the dust.

The horses and horses trampled on the blood and corpses of the green skin and walked into this small castle. They were immediately covered by a peculiar smell and covered their noses—the orcs, demolished all the buildings they could destroy, and used themselves He and Skug's excrement were used as glue and applied to the mess of rubble and bricks. In the center of the castle, two huge orc statues were built to worship their gods.

The other half of the castle gate was made into a shield of a giant beast, and the eight ancient elves-style marble columns became hairy fangs. If you don't consider the stench of the building materials, it is actually quite pretty. Artistic.

The warchief reluctantly covered his face, thinking about his subsequent plans. Three spindle-shaped iron stones with raging fire burning inside, slowly flying around the Nine Devil Golden Crown.

How much manpower and material resources would it take to repair this dilapidated castle? Have you had that long time?

If a war breaks out with the orcs, will street fighting be better for the men and horses, or the field?

Even if you fix the fortress by yourself... Is there a difference for the green dragon?

"Herald!"

Painhurs rubbed his forehead. Looking at a sturdy man and horse in light armor, raising a flag embroidered with weeping blood skulls, hurriedly rushed from afar to listen to his commands.

"Let the four hundred heads of Marlowe, Chahar, Ella, and Korsana take their people to the east to investigate the orcs' intelligence. The other six hundred households, quickly clean up here, relying on the east of the castle. Rebuild the line of defense. Then you go back along our marching route and take a look at when the slaves responsible for the transportation of grain and grass will arrive."

"Your will, warchief."

The Herald lowered his head and bowed, and immediately took his orders to rush towards the distance. The fierce flag, which symbolized the blood-rage clan and the skeletons weeping blood, hunted in the breeze.

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The devil wolf roared and the brown bear roared.

Abaddon took his elite predators, under the supervision of the Greymane clan, a full six hundred households, across the pasture of horses and horses, and marched eastward.

The big predator was riding on the back of his brown bear, frowning deeply. Centaur has already taken root deeply in this land. As far as the field of vision is, the cows and sheep all over the mountains are like clouds that can't see the end at a glance. They want to play in the green grass sea, and occasionally see patches of green wheat fields. The goblins scold the cattle and use the iron unheard of by werewolves. Quality tools, farming fertile land.

Not far away, a few fishing boats returning home with full load, docked at the port. Several Goths stared at themselves with hatred and fearful eyes, their horrible pupils swallowed by blood.

Hell, there are so many compatriots who have not been blessed!

Abaddon stared fiercely at those tribesmen who had not received the blessings, his huge body exuded surging killing intent, but in an instant, he retracted his body.

Hell, there are only a thousand looters and a few hundred wild beasts in his hand. But the other side sent out a thousand or two hundred men and horses to watch. The mare with short gray hair and Roman chain armor was the head of the mare, who had faced up with Horus a few times, and was also a ruthless character. Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke.

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When the werewolf vanguard set off, the war engine of the centaur was also running fast. The materials that Painhurs assembled in a short period of time were only enough for a long journey of one thousand households. Therefore, he took two thousand men and horses and attacked Dragonmaw Fortress in a surprise attack.

However, with the passage of time, Diodosiya, Iron Peak Fort, and Skerrit's Glory have gathered enough supplies, dried and cured bacon, dried and solidified milk bumps, and in the chief. Under the teaching of "Nan", a kind of pasta made of flour, which is not perishable, has a backlog of tons and tons on the carriage.

In the past few days, thousands of craftsmen have cut out more slender arrow shafts and forged more iron arrow clusters, accompanied by the hot fire, and the clanging of hammers. The brand-new halberd, which can handle the three abilities of spear, axe, and hammer at the same time, was distributed to soldiers in golden shoes in batches.

After leaving some people to take care of the ranch, Bloodfury gathered three thousand families in Longhoubao. Wind howling warlocks and some withered bone druids were also accompanied by them. Numerous sturdy carriages that had been modified by magic were immediately used as roadblocks after transporting a large amount of grain and grass. Fortresses were placed in the cracks of the broken city walls, forming a tall and indestructible line of defense.

A few days later, Gorell also brought the Greymane clan and werewolf scouts to the side of the warchief.

"Abaddon, my loyal right paw, a powerful scout. There are two missions you went to this time. One is to detect whether the orc and the green dragon are true, and the other is to test the so-called [Great Chief]. . Confirm the true strength of the centaur leader."

The great predators looked around the tall, mighty half-man and half-horse. They were well-trained and well-equipped. Almost 40% of the soldiers were dressed in Roman, barbarian, Persian, steppe, and even Far Eastern iron armor. . The four-meter-long terrorist lance towered into the clouds, looking from a distance, like a metal forest.

Herdsmen who are lightly armored or even unarmored should not be underestimated. They move fast and scary, and they can't leave their hands. They always put the arrow feathers in the center of the bow string, so that they can fight at any time.

Abaddon watched carefully—the clusters of feathered arrows were all forged from metal.

If we say that the vast pastures of vast acres, and the cattle and sheep over the mountains and plains, tell of the wealth of people and horses. Then, the soldiers stationed in this fortress demonstrate their strength.

"Warchief."

Looking at the centaur wearing a black robe and a golden crown of the Nine Devils in front of him, the werewolf nodded lightly, expressing his respect for the strong, and then, a pair of red pupils exuding a hideous red light stared at the pale. Warlock.

Abaddon began to think, to test the strength of the Centaur Chief? It is naturally a fight to know, but what reason to start the fight... Be natural and not too abrupt. Try to describe the bloody and cruel killing as friendly and harmonious mutual exchanges——

Forget it, it's too much trouble, just go straight.

"A powerful leader of the centaur! Your name is known from the grasslands to the Black Sea!"

Abaddon showed a hideous smile, and he opened his arms enthusiastically, and his whole body shone with a scarlet bloodthirsty light.

I saw his tall and burly body swelling rapidly at an incredible speed. The powerful muscles full of explosive power are instantly covered with black wolf hairs that are as hard as steel needles. The bones all over the body are also crackling due to the drastic changes in form, bulging the mithril forged chain mail.

A pair of wide palms grew soft pads. Ten fingers stretched and swelled quickly, turning into ten sharp and terrifying giant claws, especially him, or its right hand—the five pale bone claws, abnormal. Thick, like five sharp knives.

This is not the scariest. A long tailbone stretched out from the end of his spine, and his brown eyes instantly transformed into a beast-like hideous apricot and yellow face, which was then completely occupied by dense bloodstains. The flat mouth was stretched and widened, and inside the bloody mouth, two rows of white teeth, all turned into a horrible look like jagged teeth, and the four canine teeth grew to a degree of horror!

"I, the most loyal right paw of the Cyan Wolf King: Abaddon, the warchief who wants to invite the warchief to a friendly duel that won't hurt his life! This is the first time we goths greet strangers. the way!"

Painhurs looked at the beastized werewolf in front of him in surprise, waved his hand, and made the soldiers who would bend their bows and draw arrows and raise their halberds when the werewolf transforms to retreat. He calmly looked at the black werewolf who was taller than himself.

It's all nonsense, and it's not that there are no Goths under his hand, and Asana or other priests have never shown this so-called "gothic tradition".

"Okay, powerful werewolf, I accept your challenge."

The warchief considered the height and terrifying speed of the werewolf's transformation into a wolf, and decided to pull out the halberd on his shoulders.

It just so happened that he also wanted to give these werewolves a prestige, and let them see how powerful his own race and strength were.

The centaurs and werewolves scattered one after another, in the middle of the castle, leaving a gap large enough for the battle. They shook the weeping blood skull and the banner of the wolf-eating moon, cheering for the two of them.

Abaddon's left paw, pulled out a terrifying two-handed giant sword from behind his waist. His strength is so great that the five-foot giant sword is regarded as a small dagger by him. The terrifying brown bear also opened its sharp fangs, and let out a terrifying low growl at the horses.

Painhurs chanted a mysterious spell, causing two azure blue arcane flames to wrap around and cling to the wooden handle of the halberd. The big predator was not in a hurry. With his hideous right paw, he took out a handful of yellow hair from his backpack and chanted sacred prayers, making his body look like a hill of muscles, even more terrifying and supportive. Mythril chain mail creaked.

"Roar!!!"

Abaddon let out a deafening roar, with his left arm behind him, dragging the sharp sword and running forward. The pitch-black werewolf and the brown giant bear, one left and one right, simultaneously launched a charge towards Painhurs, but just as their feet were off the ground, the iron stone surrounding the golden crown burst out into an incomparable mass. Blazing light!

Accompanied by the creepy burning sound, a basin-sized arcane fireball roared across the blue sky, falling heavily between the two, causing a violent flame explosion! Gorgeous and magnificent fire clouds, accompanied by flame meteors flying everywhere, instantly swallowed a wolf and a bear.

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Chapter 232: Mortalian is not happy

Amidst the sea of ​​flames, a piercing bloodthirsty wolf howl erupted, and Abaddon was like an okay person, engulfed in wisps of black smoke, and rushed out of the burning clouds. The left arm holding the giant sword is behind him, dragging the terrible giant sword to gallop! The metal blade rubbed against the stone floor, bursting out a long string of dazzling sparks.

"Roar!!!"

The big predator let out a terrible roar, and the huge sword dragged on the ground instantly burned the eerie flames of hell. The iron-gray metal blade became more and more red and dazzling, as if it had just been taken out of the forge.

With his left arm behind him, the werewolf swung one hundred and eighty degrees to the front along his left shoulder. The heavy burning giant sword drew a fiery scarlet trail in the air, hitting the head of the horse heavily!

The hot blade, the burning flame, and the inertia of full swinging combined together, so that this powerful and heavy blow, like a ruin, cut Painhurs into two from head to toe.

The red sword body burned by the flames of hell slammed heavily on the stone slabs, bombarding a series of dense and terrifying fissures like cobwebs. The raised dust spread to the surroundings like a terrifying sky and instantly flooded the whole. space!

However, Painhurs's body was cut in half, but accompanied by a burst of light distortion, it turned into a little bit of starlight and disappeared without a trace.

The spectators sucked a breath of air and waved with one hand. The giant sword that needs to be held together by both hands is not enough. Many clansmen can also do this. However, swinging a sword with one hand, it is still possible to smash such a huge crack in the stone slab, raising smoke and dust of this scale... the power of this pitch-black werewolf is simply terrifying.

The werewolves also opened their eyes wide, and looked around. Where is the other warchief? Why is it gone all of a sudden?

The terrifying brown bear twisted his huge body uncomfortably, his warm and moist nose kept twitching, sniffing the remaining scent of the horse.

Suddenly, it seemed to perceive something strange, its head shifted, and it happened to see Peinhess who had just revealed its original form. Its eyes were facing each other, and the animal companion of the predator, as if from the pair of dark, deep pupils that looked like black holes. There, I saw an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, countless ghosts and ghosts, and the most terrifying nightmare in its heart.

The warchief implanted invisible fear deeply into the heart of the brown bear. The behemoth let out a pitiful wailing, and ran away like a frightened rabbit in the opposite direction of Painhes!

"Now, only you and me are left, werewolf."

The pale white horse gently rubbed the pole of the halberd, the blue arcane flames, on the head of the metal halberd. Burning.

In fact, he can use the fear of death to defeat Abaddon's will. However, since it is to give the werewolf a defensive prestige and show his strength, then defeating him in close combat is the best choice.

The great predator let out a earth-shattering roar. This time, his left paw was against the sword grid, and he took the huge red sword that was burned by the hell fire as a short spear. It was held flat in front of his chest and turned into A dark storm rushed fiercely towards the pale horses.

Painhurs' body sank slightly, his halberd was raised diagonally, and the sharp tip of the spear pointed directly at the werewolf's chest!

Abaddon's eyes engulfed in blood flashed with endless bloodthirsty killing intent, and he charged forward without fear. Every time the wolf claw slaps the ground, it will lift up several feet of dust!

He has absolute confidence in his exquisite Mithril chain armor and thick fur-how can an ordinary halberd break through his defense?

"Roar!!!"

Pain Hess also let out a terrible growl, and with a halberd in his hand, it instantly turned into an illusory ghost blade, ignoring the horrible armor of the werewolf, and the natural fur, deeply submerged in the opponent's chest!

The horrible impact almost shattered the sturdy halberd handle, making Painhurs' hands numb. He took three or four steps back in a row before he barely stabilized his figure and blocked the terrifying charge initiated by the great predator. The trauma in his chest and the blood spewing out made Abaddon even more bloodthirsty. He ignored the tip of his gun and waved the burning greatsword in his hand, trying to chop off the enemy's neck!

However, the halberd of a centaur is much longer than a great sword of a human being. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach Peinhes, who was close at hand.

The great chief exerted force with both hands and with terrifying brute force, he lifted the halberd together with the pointed Abaddon in the air, crossed a 180-degree blood-colored arc, and fell heavily behind him, Yang From the sky full of dust.

"Wow!"

Under the heavy fall, the big predator's eyes went black, and he felt his back directly lost consciousness, countless bones issued a crisp crack, a hideous and terrible wolf kiss, and also spit out a stern blood mixed with visceral debris. flower.

Painhurs exerted force again, the muscles of the arm under the robe violently violently, he lifted the werewolf high in the air for the second time, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This time, the solid halberd was overwhelmed and broke into two pieces directly, and Abaddon, also under a heavy fall, threw the burning giant sword in his left hand to one side.

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, the warchief pulled out the sword of the natural disaster that was entangled with thousands of electric currents. The body of the great predator also shone with a faint emerald light, healing the broken bones, and the right hand was so big that it was abnormally large. The wolf's claws, along with the five bone-white killing trajectories, were hit with the heavy blows of the Thunder Blade!

"call--"

The sharp claw and the war blade were in a stalemate, regardless of victory or defeat. The great predator swung his left claw, but was blocked by the forearm of the pale warlock. The jet black robe thin as cicada wings, like an indestructible armor, with sharp wolf claws, could not tear it apart.

Seeing that the two were in a stalemate together, the soldiers onlookers on both sides immediately yelled and waved for their leaders!

"boom!"

Under the stalemate, Painhurs' flexible waist, like a viper ready to go, first leaned back, and then bent forward violently, causing the forehead wearing the golden crown of the Nine Demons to hit the tip of the werewolf's nose heavily!

The big predator exhaled in pain, clutching his nose and retreating, but he just pulled away, the spindle-shaped iron stone, once again shot a basin-sized flame, and burst directly in front of his chest!

Accompanied by deafening flame explosions, and burning meteors splattering everywhere, a scorched giant wolf with blue smoke slowly walked out of the burning clouds and crashed to the ground.

"Great Chief! Great Chief! Great Chief!!!"

The three thousand bloody soldiers and the gray-maneed men and horses laughed happily. They cheered and celebrated the victory of the leader. Numerous halberds knocked the ground under their feet in an orderly manner, almost making the entire castle. , Shivered.

The werewolves looked depressed, and quickly dragged Abaddon away, who was unconscious, and began to treat his injuries.

"I just used two fireballs. Help me save two, Mr. Heniwell."

The warchief waved a banner of weeping blood skulls, raising his prestige in front of the men and horses, and showing off his strength in front of the werewolves. Then, he walked to the side of Heniwell who was sitting quietly, and asked his teacher's magic supplement.

"Why don't you use Shadow Sculpture? Now, the fireball you forged can be faked."

The drow asked with a wisp of his beautiful silver hair like a waterfall.

"This test is more important, and I know almost nothing about werewolves, just in case."

Painhurs shrugged.

"Ok."

Hennival began to cast a spell, injecting three rings of energy-shaping magic into the two empty iron stones.

"You know the cost, every time I charge you an Iron Stone, you have to [satisfy] me once."

"No problem, Mr. Heniwell."

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Panticapone

Motarian had a headache, and Motarian was irritable.

In the previous rule, it was very easy to enslave those dead poets and wood elves. They were very well-behaved, shivering under the terrifying dragon, saying one thing, and doing whatever they wanted.

But these greenskins-captured Panticapone and satisfied them to fight, not long after, these orcs started fighting again! Without the enemy to fight, these guys would fight themselves. Every day, new personnel were lost. Several big bosses could not hold it down. Some even rolled up their sleeves and brought their soldiers to join the chaotic battle.

Good one leads by example.

Some courageous green skins even started the idea of ​​the elf citizens, murdering every ten seconds, and rape every nine seconds. The beautiful elf city instantly turned into a smoky hell, and the mentality of the green dragon was about to explode. The alliance of the orcs and the elves is destined to be a vain fantasy.

No way, he manipulated the beast Onardo to issue a ban, and as a result, he was met with collective resistance from Greenskin. The newly established military police also violated the chieftain's crimes. When enforcing the law, he turned a blind eye to the crimes of his fellow citizens—— Okay, you have a big fist, but you are the Airborne WarBoss, you are only one person and one dragon, and it is impossible to monitor the entire city.

Oh, the chaotic camp.

Mortarian felt a lot of pressure, and ruled according to his own ideas, the beast Leonardo would even lose the respect of the greenskins.

PS: I said yesterday, I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival~yes, yes.

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Chapter 233: Clash of Scouts

Mortarian gathered all the elven wizards and apprentices. These five hundred high elves were protected in the Governor's Mansion-this was already the limit of his ability. He couldn't hover over the city every day to deter other orcs from messing around.

Moreover, even so, he couldn't see, let alone stop the green skin hiding in the house, insulting the poor elf. Forget it, the other thousands of elf civilians, go with the orcs.

The green scale evil dragon began to plant a green magic seed deep in the souls of the wizards. He also learned the method of making flesh and blood puppets, and decided to make a unit absolutely loyal to him.

At the same time, Mortarian also manipulated the beast Onardo, letting him use all means such as money and female sex to bribe and buy thousands of heavy outfits selected from various clans.

They used the elite of these orcs, combined with a thousand heads of the strongest physique and sharpest fangs, to mount a Sgug, to form a thousand-man cavalry, trying to make these simple-minded, well-developed limbs. The dark green Roshan became the first loyal armed force under the airborne chief.

During the occupation of Panticapone, Mortarian also asked the beast Leonardo to use magic in the name of "talking alone" to corrupt and control a few big guys who had self-respect. Although he couldn't control his soldiers' nonsense, he still established a fragile governance system.

Then, it's time to take these war madmen and conquer Gredinian. Centaur and werewolf, under the shadow of my wings, choose to surrender or die.

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After destroying Panticapone into a wasteland, the contented army of orcs began to march towards Dragonmaw Fort. Motarian stretched his wings, like a light Swift, jumping up into the sky. The mighty green-skinned army is endless, and the titan Sgugger, the size of a battle elephant, is taking great strides.

More than five thousand assault boys, driving the scouts under the hips, acted as scouts, scattered in all directions, detecting the movement of the surrounding forces for the army, and getting closer to the scouts scattered outside.

On the other side, Abaddon was also ashamed. With an elite werewolf scout, he entered the already lost Kerch Peninsula. A three-way melee was about to break out.

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The big predator touched his nose. Although the broken nose bone had been restored under the treatment of the magic arts, it left an indelible mark deep in his heart.

"The people and horses should not be underestimated. Their territories are rich, the livestock is full of mountains, the soldiers are well-trained, and they have a lot of iron weapons. The great chief who sprang out inexplicably, the strength is even more unfathomable. As a weak arcane spellcaster, they actually follow I gained an advantage in close combat duels."

Abaddon hurriedly wrote his report on the parchment and asked a raven from Northern Europe to send this information back to Cesonsus. He led the werewolves to continue to the east. Soon, he ran into the orc's vanguard.

"Encircle them! Don't let go of a green skin!"

Defeated by Painhurs, the big predator who was holding his stomach hissed and roared, and under his command, a group of werewolves screamed up to the sky! The muscles all over his body swelled like a hill, bursting open the studded leather armor or chain armor shirt!

"WAAAGH!!!"

The eyes of the orc boys immediately burst into excited little stars. They raised their weapons high, cheered for the upcoming battle, and urged the riding Skug, the wolf, and even the warhorse under the crotch. Open your hoof and gallop forward!

Abaddon and several werewolf predators chanted sacred prayers. When they lifted their right hand, countless thorns and vines sprung out like bamboo shoots after a rain, densely packed, covering the land in front of the werewolf's eyes.

The wildly growing plants, like green giant pythons dancing all over the sky, swallowed and drowned the legs and feet of the orc mount. If one vine is torn or broken, then two, two can't do three! Four! Soon, the cavalry boys who rushed violently, stifled the charge under the entangled and dancing plants, and were directly thrown out of the saddle under the action of inertia! Severely fell within the scope of the entanglement technique, and was completely submerged by the sea of ​​green plants.

The cavalry in front was obstructed, and the cavalry behind him had to raise the flat spear and short spear, trying to stop the reckless charge, but the orc behind did not know what happened, still the pig rushed forward, squeezed together in a mess, The situation became extremely chaotic in an instant!

"Damn, these werewolves have learned well! After realizing the horror of the nomadic cavalry, they devised a set of counter-charge tactics! Cut, entanglement technique—"

Several bloody druids hovering in the sky, monitoring the movement of werewolves, glanced at each other nervously, and the sharp eagle eyes were full of deep concern.

When the orc scouts made a mess, the werewolves landed on the ground with four claws, like a giant wolf in armor. At a speed not inferior to the cavalry, they galloped to both sides of the green skin, surrounded them in groups, and then plundered them. The people withdrew from the entangled hell and sounded the horn of charge! The dense wolves swarmed up, engulfing the green-skinned army in an instant!

"Roar!!!"

The great predator let out a terrible roar, and wielded a terrifying great sword from the sky in his left hand! The huge sword instantly burned with extremely hot hell flames. The iron-gray metal sword body, accompanied by the sharp rise in high temperature, became more and more red and dazzling, as if it had just been taken out of the forge, and when the sword was down, a green leather was directly removed. , Cut into two pieces from the head to the crotch.

The terrifying high temperature melted the blood vessels of the orc almost instantly, and burned his flesh into pitch-black coke. There was no trace of blood on the ground. And the hot flames immediately ignited the clothes and hair on his body.

Seven pinches of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple hair uttered a miserable mourning, falling off from the green-skinned head, twitching in the flames, distorting his slender figure.

Looking at the bald head of the orc, and at the seven screaming little things on the ground, Abaddon and the werewolves around raised their eyebrows, with a devilish expression on their faces—this bunch of green-skinned hair, it's so unexpected. Is it a living parasite?

"WAAAGH!!!"

Suddenly, a bloody roar erupted on the battlefield, and the big predator turned his head to wait and see. It was a ten-foot-high green-skinned big man. He was layered on top of his body, covered with various ribs, wooden boards, and fur. , Scraps, and even corpses, as armor to protect yourself. These messy things seem to be half a foot thick! Make the green giant orc look more bloated and terrifying.

Abaddon's pupils burst out with a terrible bloodthirsty light. With four claws on the ground, with a big sword in his mouth, it turned into a black giant wolf, and flew towards the green giant.

The big man wielded a giant axe in his right hand, and grasped the corpse of a werewolf in his left hand. He smashed the enemy in front of him with great strength. The flesh and blood flew everywhere he went. However, his powerful attack was relieved by the great predator. Dodge, four sharp wolf claws, clinging to the uneven surface of the garbage armor, climbing quickly!

"Sizzle—"

The black werewolf climbed to the big man's jaw in an instant. He flicked his neck vigorously. The burning giant sword held by the wolf kiss drew a hot arc in the air, cutting open the opponent's neck with precision. The broken blood vessel was immediately destroyed. The fire of hell, licked into pitch-black coke, caused an ugly head that was burning in the flames to spin twice in the air and fell heavily into the center of the battlefield.

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Chapter 234: Greedy Wolf Weeping Blood

Anger, killing, blood, death.

On the chaotic battlefield, a werewolf soldier knocked to the ground by an orc boy gave out an angry growl. She bit her green skin ankle. Forty-two sharp wolf teeth penetrated the enemy's blood vessels and Nerves, tearing the fur and flesh of the opponent!

The extremely tough neck muscles slammed, directly causing the orc soldier more than two meters tall to lose his balance and fall to the ground heavily.

The she-wolf loosened her blood-soaked jaw and let out a triumphant roar from the depths of her throat. Her beast-like body bullied forward and used her weight advantage to directly press on the green-skinned body. The sharp wolf The claws, like two dark lightnings, clasp the enemy's wrists tightly. Blood gurgled down the green-skinned arm.

The orcs wanted to break free from the grip of the wolf's claws, but the goth girl after the beastization had achieved a leap in both strength and quality. For a while, the green-skinned monster could not break free from the suppression of the werewolf. The blood-stained claws pierced the muscles of the green-skinned wrist, causing him to feel painful every time he struggled.

The dark eyes of the she-wolf were completely overwhelmed by dense bloodshot eyes. Every nerve in the brain was cheering for the sheer killing. She began to transform into an irrational beast, jokingly opened her blood basin, biting the orc's neck fiercely, and she was accompanied by people. The creepy sound of friction, greedily devouring the opponent's flesh and blood! ! !

Every miserable wailing of Green Skin makes her tremble with excitement!

In the end, the whole head of the she-wolf was stained red with blood. The slender wolf kiss continued to swallow the flesh and blood of the orc, from the side neck to the inside of the chest, and finally, the green-skinned heart was bitten off.

The female werewolf let out a sigh of relief. A few months ago, when Cesonisus was attacked by an ogre, he could only curl up in the corner of the house, shivering, watching his parents smash their heads to pieces by those giant monsters, and watching their loved ones desperately. The helpless face turned into a pool of bloody flesh.

However, just when he was grabbed by the ogre and was about to swallow it in one bite, a blue giant wolf, like the most magnificent and magnificent miracle in the world, came down in front of him with the wind and roar. ! The sharp right claw cut off the head of the monster, bathed in the fountain of blood, gently hugged himself, and asked if he was injured.

What was your mood at that time? Longing? respect? worship? Or is it the joy of the rest of your life? Or the sadness of the death of both parents? The bloodthirsty sex gradually swallowed all her thoughts, and all feelings except the killing were leaving her.

Today, she only knows that the weak prey used to be, and now she is the hunter who decides his life or death.

"Be sober! Little thing! Are you eating corpses?"

Suddenly, a big dark hand grabbed the she-wolf by the back of her neck and held it up in the air, forcing the wolf kiss to escape from the corpse. The she-wolf was like a fish that was suddenly dehydrated, desperately dancing her limbs, twisting her neck, and trying to attack her comrades behind her.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach the black wolf claws behind her.

Abaddon grabbed the she-wolf who had fallen into madness with one hand, grabbed her back to the safe rear, took a sword flower in his left hand, turned the giant sword around, and used the weight ball of the sword hilt to throw a huge giant on the ground. The depression, the dripping blood mixed with werewolves and green skin, gurgling like a stream, instantly filled the depression mud pit, turning into a red lake.

The big predator squeezed the head of the she-wolf into the pool of blood, suppressing her sturdy body with one knee, looking at the surface of the lake, because of her heavy breathing, scarlet foam continued to rise.

Seeing that the opponent's struggling strength began to diminish, Abaddon took the she-wolf's head and fished out the blood pool. The opponent immediately breathed fresh air greedily, but before he breathed twice, he was caught by the predator again. Into the bloody lake.

After going back and forth three times, the she-wolf stopped struggling completely, her burly muscles, like a leaky balloon, quickly shrank, and the terrifying evil wolf turned into a slender and thin girl who looked just adult. The young face and long pale blonde hair were solidified in blood, looking very pitiful.

"Put your place clearly, boy! You are a human being, not a damn beast! You are the master of this primitive power, not its servant."

Abaddon frowned and stared closely at each other's eyes. Although bloodshot, but regained a sense of sanity,

"If you lose control again, get me home and go farming!"

The big predator let out a long sigh of relief and loosened the back of the opponent's neck.

"Hug...sorry, sir."

The girl lowered her head in shame, the memory of the battle, accompanied by reason, returned to her mind, biting and swallowing the picture scroll of orc blood and internal organs, making her look blue and vomiting, kneeling on the ground, buckling wildly. In his throat, he tried to vomit the flesh and blood that he had swallowed into his stomach.

"Get a good rest. This battle has been won, boy."

Seeing the girl's miserable appearance, the big predator was not good at saying something, and lightly stroked his hair, then brandished a burning great sword to encircle and suppress the last orc.

Those damn green-skinned monsters, even if they are surrounded by their own army, even if they are in desperate situation, even if their leader has already died in battle, they can still wave the weapons in their hands and make waves of terrible roars.

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A thousand werewolf predators, almost within half an hour, had eaten four hundred orc cavalry, without letting one run out to report the letter. Moreover, fewer than twenty werewolves were killed in battle, and the wounded were only in double digits.

"Leave the battlefield immediately, you guys, go and interrogate the tomahawk, and see if you can pry out something we want to know from the mouth of the orc captive. The eagles take off and investigate nearby intelligence. Right away! Hurry up! Quick! Quick!"

Abaddon returned to his human form, and on top of his bald head, a soaring braid was floating in the wind.

The werewolves were full of pride and rejoiced for the victory of the war, but they forgot a question.

That's right, they killed all the greenskins, and they didn't let go of a livelihood. With Greenskin's natural and undisciplined character, it was not a big deal to lose a scout squad.

However, the true ruler of these green frenzy is an evil dragon with green scales.

An hour later, when Mortarian found a scout team, hundreds of people disappeared out of thin air, he immediately opened his eyes vigilantly, the mighty army of orcs, like a terrifying behemoth awakened by the noise. , Sniffing the breath of war in the air, immediately extended a terrifying claw to the area where the team was in charge of investigating.

The werewolf druids, in their extreme shock, almost forgot to breathe.

The orc army is like a green wave that covers the sky and the sun, surging from the horizon! The noisy scouts swear that they have never seen such a green tide in their entire lives! In the distant sky, there was a whisper of a dragon.

The druids who turned into falcons were frightened by the huge green-skin army, and immediately fled back to the direction of the army. The great predator took a breath, and after sending a letter to Horus, he took the werewolf with him. Withdraw west immediately!

Damn it, what's going on with this terrible amount?

The werewolves immediately abandoned all their supplies, landed on their four claws and turned into a giant wolf form, and started a fierce racing game with the swift orc cavalry!

"Roar!!!"

The terrifying shadows blocked the noon scorching sun, and the sky-shaking dragon roar implanted fear deeply into the soul of every werewolf!

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Centaur Druids also detected the severe situation in the East. More than 10,000 celebrities and horses, and countless goblins, came from all over the West and gathered inside the damaged castle.

They dug deep trenches and built rows of tight carts. The giant hill giants took the steps to make everything tremble, taking part in the war, acting as an air defense force, and staring nervously at the horse herdsmen who can't leave their bows. The clear blue sky. Amidst the clouds, a green dragon's shadow suddenly appeared.

"Great Chief!"

Suddenly, a black eagle fell from the sky and turned into tall and strong druids on the grassland.

"what's happenin?"

Painhurs said without looking back. He tried to learn the green leather skills of the beast Onardo, and make some catapults and bed crossbows. However, the technology of the orcs was really evil. After copying it, all he got was a pile of unusable waste products. Even during the manipulation, there were some casualties.

"Those werewolves are in trouble. The reaction speed of the orcs is far beyond the imagination of the werewolves and ours. Just being eaten by a scout squad, the green monsters came out! This is definitely not the style of those WarBoss, but the green Dragon's orders and judgments."

"Tsk."

Pain Hess frowned and was made the chosen descendant of the undead maid. He cleverly picked up a piece of sheepskin and gently wiped the sweat from his sideburns.

The surrounding Jinlu descended on the warchief, casting admiration and fear at the same time. The generous war benefits stimulated them to kill, the greed to make money, and the miserable end of the former chieftain, threatening them to be obedient and not rebellious.

Under the combined use of entitlement and power, the Jinlu Jiangbing was almost completely assimilated by blood and anger.

"The werewolf named Abaddon, what happened to them? Trapped by the orc cavalry?"

"Yes."

The scout sighed.

"We were investigating in the distance, Motarian, the green scale evil dragon, suddenly burst into the thick clouds, casting the shadows of its wings on the sky above the wolves, the terrifying poisonous fog, like a collapsed sky. It also looked like a terrifying wave, completely submerging those beastized people."

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Chapter 235: Double Kings

The pitch-black wolves that were disrupted by Mortarian's formation and fled hastily were quickly painted red all over, like lightning-like green-skinned cavalry, completely crushed and torn apart. Immediately afterwards, the orc infantry could not see the end, like an endless green tide, encircling and annihilating the fragmented wolves.

The big predator roared in anger, but was completely overwhelmed by the deafening "WAAAGH!!!" The huge sword of blazing flames traversed a blazing trail in the air, but if he didn't kill an orc, more green skins would flood it!

In the end, more than a thousand elite predators, only more than 20 people, under the leadership of Abaddon, broke through the siege, and the pitch black wolf converged all the way to the remnants who fled because of the dragon, but there were only a hundred.

Thousands of orcs cheered and cheered, biting down behind the big predator and chasing after them. The surging green tide flooded to the periphery of Dragonmaw Fort before being covered by the arrow rain that covered the sky by the horses and the horses. Choke down.

Three thousand families with blood rage, two thousand families with gray mane, nearly ten thousand celebrity horse warriors, together with two paraquat bone druids, two hundred wind howling warlocks, and sixty hill giants, cling to the camp.

Mortarian stared at the ready-to-go troops in the distance and fell into deep thought. Thousands of seven- or eight-foot-long compound longbows were drawn by those half-man and half-horse monsters into a terrifying full moon. Sharp clusters of iron arrows pointed directly at the blue sky, and in the distance, the giant hills. Holding up a boulder the size of a calf, he let out a dull low roar-he rushed up, how many metal arrow clusters, how many heavy rocks, scratched and shattered his own leather scales?

The green scale evil dragon let out an unwilling roar. The men and horses have not yet been fully mobilized, and the werewolves are only in a wait-and-see state. This is an excellent opportunity to attack.

However, his own army of orcs is not yet ready. There are only 10,000 greenskins gathered on the periphery of the castle, and the remaining 40,000 soldiers, because they cannot solve the food problem, are forced to spread across the Kerch Peninsula in search of food supplies—— The months-long siege ran out of their last grain.

The ten thousand warriors in his hand ate the kippers in Panticapeng's granary.

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Under the cover of a rain of arrows, Abaddon's remnants barely survived. They immediately sent a complete piece of information to Horus, thousands of miles away.

The Cangqing Wolf King uttered a sky-shaking roar, and the unprepared wolves were forced to leave their hometown during the farming season and expedition to the east.

Some of the guys who used to be the staff of the former king and who had just been transformed into werewolves made suggestions to the Supreme King, letting the horse and the green skin fight each other, and their own fishermen benefited, but they were slapped to the ground by Horus.

Damn it, don't these guys have a bad head after being animalized? Do you not understand the simplest ideal of the Tao?

Once Dragonmaw Fort is lost, Gredinian will be safe to defend. The fifty thousand greenskins from the Caucasus and the Eurasian grasslands will be able to charge at full speed in the ten thousand hectares of grassland, and there will be no walls to protect them. Villages and fields were completely destroyed.

Over the years, everything I have done will be burned by the orcs.

This is already the best situation, think about it again, what if the green dragon treats Peinhess by controlling the beast Onardo? Then enslaved the entire centaur race?

In that case, he can just run away, go to the West to lick Augustus's shoes, defend the frontiers, pay taxes, and be exploited by the empire until he is old and dead.

In this emergency situation, the people also put aside their old grudges. As a bard, the knowledgeable Christian barely carried the burden of internal affairs.

In order to get the help of the werewolf, the bard provided two thousand heavy workhorses to the opponent for free. Let the werewolf draw more farmers and set foot on the battlefield.

At the same time, the fourth thousand blood angry households, with enough food and grass, drove towards Dragonmaw Fort, a thousand black fangs, a thousand poisonous snake bites, and three thousand thunder spears, also from afar. Coming, the seven tribesmen gathered again.

More than 17,000 celebrity horses, and countless goblins, have been fully prepared for this battle.

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Horus formally formed an alliance with the centaurs. Without affecting farming, he pulled out a bloodthirsty army of 12,000 werewolves, and countless shackled goblins and lizardmen slaves to transport them. With sufficient food and grass.

On the other side, Cangqing Wolf King's long-standing vassal policy had a miraculous effect. They did not destroy the monsters that invaded Gredinian, and after defeating them, they gave those guys a second choice.

The regenerating trolls, the half-human half-sheep satyr, the militaristic hobgoblins, the huge and ugly ogres.

The children and relatives of the four chiefs were all placed under house arrest by the wolves in the capital, coercing them to serve Horus. Together, the four tribes have a total of 5,000 soldiers.

A mixed army of 17,000 people, from the Cesonisus, Simferopol, and even the fortress of Vichymiris, gathered mightily and converged with the men and horses.

A mixed army of nearly 40,000, and more than 50,000 orcs, were used to Dragonmaw Fort in just three days like a tide.

Together with the logistics supply units of both sides, more than 100,000 soldiers crowded in this small Luxia. Jammed together

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Painhurs looked up and down the green wolf king. On the other hand, Pang Junlang is seven feet tall. In human form, he is almost as tall as himself. The burly body is covered with a layer of metal chain armor. On the chest, there is an extra layer of dragon scale armor made of white dragon scales and leather. The broad shoulders cover a whole piece of winter. The fur of the wolf.

Behind the wolf king, he carried a terrifying two-handed warhammer. The wire-wrapped hammer handle turned to his left shoulder. However, he extended his right hand to the warchief in a friendly manner. That arm was obviously much stronger than his left arm. .

The pale white horse also stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the werewolf leader. The two secretly increased their strength. Those who refused to admit defeat wrestled with each other, but the human beings who had not transformed into the form of a werewolf, in front of the half-man, half-horse monster, were still a bit of a disadvantage after all.

"Painhurs, the warchief of centaur. I didn't see you in the last war. The centaur is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. I thought that mare was already the pinnacle of your race's combat effectiveness."

Horus narrowed his eyes in fear. The mare that hurt him badly. Now it has turned into a dead spirit, with hollow pupils, burning with two faintly blue fires, looking down on the side of the pale white horse respectfully.

Abaddon reported that he was defeated by the opponent. Could it be said that the strength of the white horse in front of him is even higher than that of the descendants of God's choice?

Thinking of this, Cangqing Wolf King looked at the people in front of him more carefully. The opponent was pale, without a trace of variegated hair, well-proportioned and toned, four hooves elegant and slender, and the muscles on the back of the horse were connected into a beautiful pale arc.

The dark robe exuding a touch of arcane aura, and the golden crown of the nine demons danced in a random manner, which raised the charm of the other party to a level.

"In the last war, my clan was responsible for guarding the northern border, and it was a shame that he could not fight with you. I heard that you took the assault rifle empty-handed and severely damaged the chosen queen with two claws! It is majestic and majestic now, Green At present, the enemy of Pi, why not, let us compete on the battlefield, while defending our homeland, see who can kill more greenskins?"

Painhurs said lightly that the wolf king who avoided this legendary strength, like Abaddon, directly initiated a heads-up invitation to himself after meeting and saying hello. At that time, whether it is to refuse or to fight against him, it will become a very troublesome thing-the warlock is not arrogant enough to be able to single-handedly defeat a legendary werewolf.

"Hahaha! You took the people, jumped on the boat and jumped behind the ass of our fortress, defeated Asana, and forced me to retreat from the victory of the 30th Urpius Legion. It also shocked me! The last war! , If you appear on the battlefield, we may not be able to chat now."

Horus laughed, trying to find a breakthrough in the heads-up.

"I, the Supreme King of Goth: Horus Viselieus. I agree to the invitation of the troops to form an alliance. However, you and me have equal numbers of troops. Who is the coach? Or, let's use the oldest one. How about the most sacred way to solve this problem?"

"You brought an army of werewolves, and an army of golden shoes from the descendants of the gods. In the case of equal numbers, the two sides fought regardless of the outcome and ended in a tie."

The warchief squinted his eyes and ordered Toria, who had been made an undead maid, to kneel on his side.

"To be honest, she is indeed very strong, but her strategic level is really limited. And I, Pain Hess of the Bloodrage clan, carry blood rage, black hawks, thunder spears, poison bites, wind howls, and less than seven thousand men and horses. , And nearly 20,000 fighters under her command, fought in the wilderness! And won a great victory! Who is more capable, I believe you have a number in your heart."

"Of course, I am not forcing you to obey my orders. We can work out tactics together. Everyone does not distinguish between high ground. I just hope that you can trust your allies and your choices when the battle is the most dangerous."

"Okay—our two are in an alliance. There is no coach."

Seeing that there is no hope of competing for the coach, both sides stepped back. It is a face to the other party.

"But, I have one condition."

Horus said lightly.

"Warchief, since we are all allies, you are still enslaved. To oppress my people, this is probably not appropriate. Asana, and the thousands of people under her command, I represent the entire kingdom. , Redeem them for them. I want to cut off the shackles on all the Gothic children, let them return to freedom, and be favored and blessed by the gods-how much, you make a price."

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