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Chapter 236: Battle of the Three Kings (1)

"Ashana and the others are not slaves, but vassals of our people, just like the beautiful Sartre under yours, the Gothic Supreme King."

Painhurs frowned in dissatisfaction.

"If we lose this war, there is no need to discuss everything. Regarding the disputes arising from this point, we can negotiate after the war is over."

Horus nodded silently. The other party didn't say anything to death. The enemy shouldn't cause boring disputes.

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The supreme queen of centaur and the governor of the elves have fallen. Gredinian's last three kings gathered all the soldiers they could mobilize, and launched the final battle on a small land narrow.

Twelve thousand Ostrogoths transformed into wolves live in the center of the army. This time, the conscripts were not the beastized peasants. They were all the old Horus, the forbidden army of the Supreme Court, and some trained recruits.

They were fully armed, seven thousand people wore leather armor, five thousand people wore iron armor, and the three rows of werewolves in front, learning from the Roman legion, raised a large shield covered with skin.

The two rows behind were the Werewolf's Forbidden Army. They raised a seven-meter-long super-long spear, crossing the gap between their companions in front of them, and before the big shield, exposed a metal spear tip.

More than two thousand well-trained hobgoblins, lined up in a neat square, walked in front of the werewolf. Under their feet, they obliquely inserted thick wooden stakes and metal spears to counter Scrooge's charge. With their strong arms, they opened a short bow made of composite materials.

More than a thousand Sartres with two lovely sheep hooves, long wavy hair, and horns of sheep, scattered in the sea of ​​wolves, bright red lips, playing a bony shepherd flute, and a melodious flute sound , Surrounding the sky over the battlefield. Enhance the combat power of their masters.

More than five hundred trolls, more than five hundred ogres, and two thousand daring soldiers wearing heavy chain mail and holding two-handed axe were placed in the back row of the central battlefield by Horus as a reserve force.

On both sides of the battlefield, there are swift and violent men and horses. Painhurs divided his army into two parts and placed them on the two wings of the battlefield to deal with the changes in the battlefield.

Motarian is a cunning politician, a sinister liar, playing with people's hearts, and an evil dragon with no omissions.

However, he had never brought so many soldiers into the battlefield. Looking at such a narrow battlefield, he was actually crowded with nearly 100,000 soldiers. The green scale evil dragon could not help but feel a little confused.

He seems to be a rookie who skips the tutorial and enters the strategy game directly. With the knowledge of the puppets, a suitable strategy can be determined.

"WAAAGH!!!"

Accompanied by the sky-shaking roar, 30,000 orc infantry screaming and fighting, as well as hundreds of giant Titan Skug, marching in the sky and shaking the pace, stationed in the center of the battlefield, their army is like a green The big waves, the mighty one can't see the end at a glance, ready to stick to the werewolf's central front.

A total of 10,000 big green-skinned men in ragged chain armor, riding on Skug, Winter Wolf, and Wolves, brandishing spears and shields in their hands, and leading 12,000 unarmored Orc boy, waving the flag and shouting on the right flank of the battlefield.

On the left wing of the battlefield, there is a mirage arranged by Mortarian, countless big orcs with spears raised high, countless Skugs hissing roar!

"Boys! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

Onardo, the beast more than twelve feet tall, looked down at his soldiers, like a funny marionette, doing the last mobilization before the war-under the corruption of the green dragon, he had long forgotten about himself and the men and horses. The agreement, a pair of evil pupils, blazing flames.

"I will lead you to conquer Gretinian! Conquer the Salmatian steppe! Conquer the entire world! I will take you, WAAAGH to the end of the world! The war has begun, Let's WAAAGH!!!"

"WAAAGH!!!"

More than 50,000 orcs, excitedly screamed to the sky! They brandished a mess of weapons and hit the shield in their hands with a loud noise.

Twenty thousand orc cavalry, slammed the beast under the hip. Riding on Skug, the wolf, roared to the right flank of the centaur!

"Let's release an arrow!!!"

Painhurs frowned and screamed loudly. To his side, sisters Christina and Christian also raised their weapons.

Eight thousand blood and angry people, lined up in forty neat and orderly square formations, they bend their bows and shoot arrows to make the terrifying and terrifying sounds of thunder, shaking the sky and the earth!

Hundreds of sharp iron feather arrows, like a huge iron-grey wave covering the sky, rushed high into the bright sky, swept towards the orc army, and the terrifying sound of the arrow feathers broke through the sky. A piece, like countless miserable and terrifying banshees, on the blue sky, uttered a terrifying and terrifying scream!

The dense feathers covering the sky and the sun are like a series of majestic rainstorms, all poured on the heads of the orcs, completely submerging them. Clusters of metal arrows, tearing the leather armor, biting the green skin, blooming miserable blood blossoms, countless orcs shot as hedgehogs fell off their saddles, and were trampled by allies behind them. Beach of bloody mud.

"Brothers and sisters! To protect our hard-won home, let me charge!"

Painhurs bent his bow and arched his arrows, shooting four flaming purple arcs in a row. After the four orcs were burned to ashes by arcane flames, he drew out the sword of natural disasters and faced the four bloody thousands of people. Roar.

"ALanNure Painhus!!!"

The horses and horses gathered their bows and drew their guns, and launched a massive countercharge against the menacing green skin. The dense hoof prints hit the orcs' hearts like drums.

The orcs opened their eyes in horror, and a horse and horse wearing a golden crown of the Nine Devils rushed to the front of the team. His pale god-jun body suddenly turned into a ghastly and evil beast! The monster has a huge body like a giant, rushing into the sky, and a pair of giant dragon wings, with a slight flap, can wind up the howling wind! The green dragon mount of WarBoss, in front of this behemoth, seemed to be a tiny ant.

The most terrifying thing was his head-it was a giant octopus magnified countless times. I saw this evil beast that appeared out of thin air, roaring like a horrible roar like a landslide! The terrifying sound waves raised the eight fleshy tentacles that grew on the chin! A huge mouth full of sharp fangs was revealed!

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Chapter 237: Battle of the Three Kings (2)

The great chief manipulates the arcane magic of the dead, planting the most terrifying fantasy deep in the minds of the orc cavalry, the sharpest spearhead of the green-skinned cavalry, immediately collapsed, crying and fleeing in all directions!

The momentary chaos of the front line hindered the orcs' charge in the back row, causing a large-scale crowded stampede event, and countless orcs who were devastated by arcane arts wailed and cried. There were countless greenskins who were forced to stop the charge yelling, roaring, and making a mess.

At the same time, four bloody angry families, accompanied by a trembling surface, and a battle cry that shook the sky, slammed in front of the orcs, and the five-meter lances with the skull weeping blood banner were torn apart. The leather and shields pierced through the green skin and flesh and blood.

The pale white horse grasped the barrel of the lance, the mass of more than one ton, and the terror kinetic energy produced by the charge, all converged on the sharp tip of the spear! An orc who was infiltrated by fear into his soul was almost on the verge of collapse! The great chief's lance directly penetrated his heart, and two bright red poppies bloomed at the same time.

Painhurs continued to charge forward, stab the orc directly off the mount, and used his dying corpse hanging from the barrel of the gun as the second banner of fear, and continued to charge forward, tore, and penetrated the second one. , The body of the third orc!

After the warchief stabs the fourth orc down on Skug, it looks like a candied haw, and the strong barrel of a green-skinned corpse finally can't bear the terrible weight, and it breaks with a "pop". At this moment, Painhurs had already taken a man and horse, like a sharp steel knife, cut into the center of the orc cavalry, and along the way, smashed countless ferocious Skugs into the air.

"WAAAGH!!!"

Seeing that the enemy leader lost his weapon, a seven-foot-tall green-skinned man immediately urged Skug under his crotch to kill Pain Hess. The cavalry on his back wielded a long-handled battle axe and aimed at the neck of the horse. Under the crotch, the pack beast smashed the mouth of the blood basin as huge as his body, densely packed with sharp fangs, and approached the warlock's horseshoes.

Suddenly, two terrifying three Chimeras, accompanied by a horrible roar, came from a distance-Christian's Chimera leather was finally completed, and a certain transformation was carried out according to her slender and thin figure. . Six different beast skulls are hideous and terrifying, and four golden fleshy wings are flying in front of them.

The big guy's eyes widened in surprise. Accompanied by a cheerful and feminine tune, the pale white horse in front of him suddenly turned into the appearance of the beast onardo! The green-skinned cavalry strangled the reins in confusion, and the rampage Sgug stopped the pace of the charge.

This moment of hesitation bought enough time for the warchief. He pulled out the halberd behind his back, the sharp metal tip of the spear, and slammed it hard on Sgug's fangs. On both sides, the sharp axe blade, With the heavy hammer head, it directly smashed the bone fangs, and the slender tip of the spear penetrated the tongue and jaw of the riding beast, nailing him to the ground.

At the same time, the rouge horse also slammed in front of the spouse. The unparalleled two-handed giant sword drew a sharp arc in the air. Accompanied by the terrifying sound of metal tearing flesh and blood, it was a hideous and ugly one. His huge head rolled in a bloody arc in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

Painhurs stretched out his left hand, and on the back of his hand, the eight-pointed black star shone ominously. He absorbed the chaotic energy connected by eight roads, and used the terrifying spells bestowed by the four gods. Let my two spouses shine with chaotic and terrifying golden light all over.

Christian nodded, understanding what the other person was thinking. She raised a dazzling shield in her left hand, and waved Thunder's long sword in her right hand. Her lips were lightly opened, and she sang the impassioned grassland war hymn, which made the brutal soldiers beside the warchief more courageous.

The horses and horses burst out with terrifying roars, threw away the two or three orc lances in their hands, pulled out the halberds behind them, and while shouting the names of Skerrit and the warchief, they fell into blood with the enemy. Melee! The sharp tip of the spear pierced the chest of the green skin, the terrible axe blade tore the shield and armor, and the heavy hammer head smashed the orc's chest!

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 are tearing the flesh and blood of the orcs!

The green skins screamed and fled in all directions, just wanting to stay away from the white horse as far as possible! However, in front of them is an array of shocks composed of eight thousand men and horses. Behind him were 20,000 orc cavalry, and the densely packed green-skin army had no way to escape. They had to cringe and raise their arms to block their heads, shaking with fear.

Under the courage hymn of the bard to boost morale, and the blessing of the priest's magic to resist fear, Anna's twin daughters, in the arcane magic of the warchief, still maintain their sanity, accompanied by his pale side and shoulder to shoulder. Combat.

The halberd of the pale white horse ignited a azure blue arcane fire, tracing terrifying trajectories in the air. Under the violent opening and closing moves, the shivering orcs could not resist, and every time they attacked, a splendid flower of blood could be splashed.

And Christina is even more like a bloody murder god, with a sharp two-handed giant sword, spinning like a windmill in her hands, making a terrifying sound of breaking through the sky! Under the blessing of the terrifying power of the rouge horse and the rotation inertia, the edge of the unreversible giant sword, wherever the blade goes, countless stumps and pieces of meat, are surging on the battlefield with the monstrous blood waves. .

Christian sang loudly while killing the green skin in front of him. From the perspective of a centaur, the bard is a dwarf. However, in the eyes of the orc boy, she was still a behemoth. The deafening thunder roared, accompanied by the steel blade sweeping left and right.

The tragic and terrifying bloody light spilled out of the six limbs of the twin sisters. Once, the blessings bestowed by their mothers began to flow slowly in their bodies.

Every time an orc head is offered to the God of Blood, every beautiful killing is offered to the Lord of Skull. The abilities of the sisters will become more swift and violent, and their lethality will be more terrifying.

In the beginning, Christina's sword could only tear a deep scratch on the iron-plated shield, but, as the broken body and fallen head accumulated behind her, the rouge horse His full blow was enough to shred the metal chain mail. With one sword down, the green-skinned boy and Sgug under his hip were cut in half by him at the same time.

The mighty 30,000 green-skin infantry, used like tides, held high their shields to block the majestic arrow rain of the hobgoblins, and the pigs advanced by leaps and bounds.

Seeing the enemy slay in front of them, the hobgoblins retracted the short bows in their hands and directly raised the spears inserted on the ground, countering the greenskin's charge.

However, they were wrong, even if the spear pierced their chests, these green monsters still issued terrifying battle cry and charged forward frantically! Let the metal spearhead and the wooden long rod rub against his flesh and blood.

Of course, it is also possible that they couldn't stop the pace of the charge, and they were pushed by the fellow comrades behind them to move on. Accompanied by a deafening roar, various magic weapons were raised high by the orcs, and then fell heavily, blooming brilliant blood on the head and shoulders of the hobgoblin.

The battlefront of the hobgoblins was quickly completely overwhelmed by the roaring green-skin army. The orcs stepped on the corpses of the goblins, and roared more wildly one by one!

"WAAAGH!!!"

"charge!!!"

Horus wielded a huge warhammer and roared up into the sky. He used the lives of more than two thousand hobgoblins to successfully stop the momentum of Greenskin's charge and complete the mission of cannon fodder.

Thousands of werewolves screamed up to the sky, like a huge black wave shining with thousands of scarlet red lights, and they launched a countercharge. Thousands of werewolf infantry in leather armor screamed and rushed to the green skin. In front of them, tearing and biting their flesh and blood.

Accompanied by the sky-shaking wolf roar, countless fangs and claws tore the green flesh and blood, and the battle axe and long sword drew a stern, bloody arc in the air.

Countless beasts of the Gothic Forbidden Army, holding seven-meter-long super-long spears, lined up in a neat line, slowly advancing, a slender spear shaft, past the body of the werewolf in the front row, and stabbed fiercely. Orc's chest.

Seeing the werewolf in the middle, Painhurs on the right flank was hitting high, and Gorell, who was placed on the left wing of the battlefield, wielded his machete irritably.

On the right wing are the four thousand households of Bloodfury, with a cluster of howling warlocks outside. On the left wing, there is a coalition of six tribes with gray mane, thunder spear, poison bite, black roe, and withered bones.

The chieftain of the black lizard and the withered bones, with a part of the elite, went to the sea of ​​flowers in the forest to find the dead poet to settle accounts. The bite was fading, and the chief of Stormpike was too young. Therefore, Painhurs handed over the command of the left-wing army to this gray falcon.

Motarian is not an excellent military strategist, but he is definitely an outstanding illusionist. The phantom he forged was so lifelike that the centaur and the werewolf couldn't tell the difference.

Thousands of orc cavalry cast by phantoms yelled loudly in front of Gorell. They brandished spears and battle axes, and roared. Some green skins guessed each other's punches, and a Skug, who was the size of a head, bit each other's face.

Some green-skinned bards even picked up some rough instruments made up of wooden boards and animal tendons, and combined with the stunned percussion vocals, they played harsh, noisy, but very cheerful heavy metal rock.

Accompanied by the music, they convulsed, shaking their heads vigorously, and the colorful hairs on their foreheads swayed wildly. The five fingers that plucked the strings also burst out arcane electric currents.

The green scale evil dragon remembered all the daily activities of the orcs, and displayed them vividly in front of Goriel.

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Chapter 238: Battle of the Three Kings (3)

After an overwhelming charge, the Bloodfury clan wiped out thousands of rude and savage green-skinned cavalry at the cost of less than a hundred people. The corpses of the orcs that had been slenderly mounted on a lance and skewered into skewers were densely packed across the front.

However, today's men and horses have also lost the advantage of charging, and they have fallen into the quagmire of melee combat with Greenskins. The two sides are evenly matched, and the front line is extremely messy, like a canine tooth and densely entangled together. Every minute and every second, there will be hundreds of brilliant and magnificent blood-colored waves, accompanied by miserable, harsh wailing, blooming over the battlefield.

The sturdy green arms raised up the chaotic weapons such as tomahawks, giant sticks, etc., accompanied by the deafening "WAAAGH!!!" fell heavily on the enemy's flesh and blood. A tall and sturdy man and horse wielded a well-made metal halberd, shouting "AlanNure Painhes!!!" while stabbing, slashing, and smashing the green monster in front of them.

These green-skinned cavalry are composed of the Snakebite Clan and the Evil Moon Clan. The red meat ball trained by the snake bite orc is terrifying in terms of quality and quantity. Some riding Skugs, even in the center of their foreheads, grew a terrible horn with a sharp and cold light, and at full speed, it was like a lance, enough to tear leather armor.

There are also some Skugs, who have been nurtured by snakebite orcs to become super-large behemoths. The huge meat ball with six or even eight elephant legs is like a red mountain range, full speed behind the green ocean. run.

When the charge of the orc cavalry was suppressed by the horses, these slow-moving behemoths trampled on the bodies of their compatriots and launched a second round of terrifying charges against the half-man and half-horse monsters!

On both sides of their bodies, there were a lot of bulging bones, like a natural shooting platform, on which stood green-skinned boys with bows and arrows. On his forehead, the one-meter-long "T"-shaped horn, like a huge bulldozer, when he lowered his head and charged, he dared to block the horses and the horses in front of him. They were all crushed to their bones and wailed and knocked to the ground. Then, It was crushed by eight huge elephant legs and trampled into a pile of bloody meat sauce.

The evil moon orcs are good at doing business and have purchased all kinds of terrible pack beasts among different clans, countries, and dynasties. The snow-white winter wolf in the far north spit out a cloud of cold icy fog. The manticore sold privately by the Roman legion made a terrible roar. The Evil Moon Chief, controlled by Mortarian, even rode on On top of the terrifying and mighty Indian war elephant draped in oriental scales!

Accompanied by a loud and passionate elephant cry, the Chief Evil Moon flogged his crotch, and the adult war elephant purchased from India charged at full speed, crushing countless beasts and pawns on his side.

Several blood fury barbarians stood firm, clenched their halberds, and tried to counter the behemoth's charge. However, the slender elephant trunk, which was also draped in scales, was like an extremely flexible giant python, directly bypassing the sharp head of the halberd, rolling up four or five wooden long handles, and snatching the weapon of the centaur.

The two sharp tusks also took the opportunity to tear the barbarians' chain armor, and accompanied by two bright red blood blossoms, penetrated their chests, and maintained the posture of charging forward, continuing to tear the front of the soldiers. !

"call out!!!"

At the critical moment, a blazing fireball, like a red meteor, accompanied by a creepy howling sound, passed over the heads of the horses at low altitude and exploded on the side of the war elephants! The hot and magnificent flame cloud, accompanied by the tyrannical explosion shock wave, instantly swallowed the entire war elephant!

The giant beast screamed in horror, like a panicked mouse, screaming and escaping from the cloud of flames!

Herniwell's lips lightly opened, chanting mysterious spells. The slender, pitch-black fingers are playing with the flames of arcane magic. The second fiery ball of fire once again crossed the blue sky, and burst out a bright flame rose on the head of the war elephant.

The ancestor of the drow, accompanied Alexander on an expedition to India. After the Great Emperor died of illness. He is even more loyal to Ptolemy and has fought countless successor wars together. It is not surprising to these giant war beasts from the East-these things are huge in size and look bluffing, but they are extremely afraid of flames and noise. .

Bombed by two fireballs in a row, the heavily armed Indian war elephant turned around in horror by the flames and ran away. Two long blood-colored ivory dragged the corpses of two horses and horses that were pierced through their chests, and ran upstream in the green ocean. , Crushed all the way, trampled to death the soldiers of countless orcs!

"Go back and fight! You idiot!!!"

Chief Evil Moon yelled, and the adult's waist-thin arms raised a whip of thorns high, but when the light was turned off, he controlled the raised hand under his crotch, three hot flame rays, cheering and roaring , Roaring, threw three scalding rays of destruction in the air!

One head, one throat, one heart. Arcane fire rushed through the metal lock armor and burned through the green flesh and blood. The blazing high temperature quickly burned and carbonized broken nerves and blood vessels. Let a green giant more than ten feet tall fall from the broad spine of the war elephant, and smash a large swath of bloody dust on the ground.

"WAAAGH!!!"

The extremely angry Evil Moon Orc raised the sharp blade in his hand, like a tide, and rushed to the drow who was constantly shooting terrifying flames. However, she was protected by a hundred barbarians, and the swords and halberds intersected each other. Next, another tyrannical and gorgeous flame exploded, completely engulfing the orcs rushing up!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!"

The three-headed Titan Skug from the Snakebite clan is not as squeamish as the War Elephant. Countless orc boys, standing on their huge bodies, shot rounds of arrows that covered the sky and the sun. The snake bite trainers also manipulated the three behemoth beasts, collided and crushed the horses. Body.

In the melee battlefield, the green-skinned beast trainers found an opportunity. A pale white horse with a golden crown on its head is so conspicuous on the battlefield. He hurriedly tightened the reins and ordered the Titan beast to turn its direction. The T-shaped giant horn above his head pointed directly at the leader of the centaur!

The eight sturdy elephant legs, accompanied by a loud and deafening noise, made the entire battlefield tremble under the swaying steps of the earth. The muddy potholes filled with blood, followed by the titan behemoth, the terrifying charge that destroys the world and destroys the earth, rippling ripples.

The warchief let out a roar. The pale Shenjun's body turned into an ethereal breeze, passed through the terrible horns, and flew onto the head of the Titan behemoth.

The pale white horse regained its flesh and blood body, grasping the raised bone spurs on the behemoth's forehead with both hands, and four slender horse hooves, stepping tightly on the blood-colored crust of Titan Skug.

Accompanied by a long string of creepy necromantic spells, the gold-cast witchcraft crown, at the same time burst out two azure blue arcane rays! Painhurs' front hooves were also entangled with a cloud of terrible black smoke, and sighs of sadness came from among the black fog.

The warchief stomped fiercely, and the strange and unpredictable black smoke, as if from the touch of the dark midnight, instantly penetrated into the opponent's body.

[Dual Casting·Spell Power·Spell Effect·Night Care]

Accompanied by the creepy sound of sighs, Titan Skug, that extremely strong skin, like the loess land that has been sluggish for several years, densely cracked! The warm blood is like a scarlet waterfall bursting its bank, gurgling out of every pitch-black crack.

At the same time, every crevice of flesh and blood rises with gloomy black smoke. The surface of the crack is centered on the warchief, and it instantly occupies half of the opponent's body. The dripping blood is like a line of red rainstorm. Instantly dyed the green-skinned soldier beside the giant beast into the color of the Xieri clan.

Titan Skug let out a painful wailing, but this behemoth still did not die! The snake biting the animal trainer on the back also found the pale warlock. He took out a battle axe from behind and waved his arm heavily, causing the axe to spin in the air, roaring, flying, and slashing towards the neck of the horse.

The time on the battlefield, accompanied by a roar from the warchief, was completely tampered with by the terrifying arcane power. The flying axe suddenly stopped in the air, and the sky-shaking WAAAGH instantly turned into a speechless silence.

Swiftly broke out.

Painhurs "borrowed" three seconds from the future and dragged them back to the present time.

Three seconds, what a short time, but enough for the warrior to drop the giant axe in his hand, the mage finished singing a spell!

Three seconds, at this time of life and death, is enough to reverse the fate of war.

The white horse chanted the spell of the night's caress for the second time, and the two azure sapphires that symbolized Tecchi were burning like two faintly blue magical suns! This is his strongest killing spell at present, the eerie and blasphemous curse, making the second group of black fog that represents death and silence entangled on his slender and pale horseshoes.

"tread."

The warchief leaned his body and kicked his four hooves vigorously. As the Titan beast was stroking the morning and night, he jumped away from the huge body that is as large as the mountain range of Skug.

Time returned to normal, and the sharp axe bit by the snake whizzed through the void. As the price of interfering with time, the pale sorcerer's eyes went dark, fell into a dizzy state, and fell from a high altitude. However, the second touch at midnight, following the cracked wound, severely damaged the Titan's skull, and the necromantic magic deeply submerged into the opponent's brain center, unscrupulously destroying every nerve and every inch of the opponent's flesh and blood!

Finally, the head of Titan Skug suddenly burst out of black smoke soaring into the sky! Pieces of fragmented leather and flesh, accompanied by the fallen warchief, collapsed down with the blood-colored waterfall, and the sisters Christina also quickly slew Painhurs's side and caught the pale warlock who had passed out in a coma.

"Sorry to worry you, I'm okay. It seems that two full-fire night strokes are enough to kill these terrifying Titan monsters..."

Pain Hess woke up leisurely in Christian's arms. He looked at the last two behemoths and frowned in anger.

If all the precious spell slots are wasted on these giant beasts, then who can deal with Mortalian, the terrible green scale evil dragon? ? ?

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In the middle of the battlefield, the crazy bloodthirsty wolves and the brutal and militant greenskins slaughtered together. Almost the moment the two sides were fighting, they were completely swallowed by the desire to kill in their hearts, and the sky-shaking beast roar and wolf howl went straight into the sky! The stumps and broken arms, accompanied by the horrifying sound of shattering, were torn apart and abandoned by the enemy, and traversed a path of poignant blood in the air.

In addition to the wounded Abaddon and the fallen Loken, the other three generals under Horus, Togarten, Achman, and Schiff, led the Gothic Forbidden Army to fight with the recruits.

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Chapter 239: Battle of the Three Kings (4)

In the central battlefield, the green-skinned infantry fighting the werewolves are orcs of the brutal and dead-head clan.

The Barbarian clan has always been known for gathering together the largest, ugliest, despicable, and cruelest orcs. No green skin can be more reckless, fanatical, and aggressive than a brutal orc.

Their orc boys are huge and scary, their big green-skinned guys appear in groups, the black bull flags cover the sky, the terrifying roar is deafening, and a two-handed heavy weapon is raised high by the orcs. Falling heavily, with every attack, there will be splashes of blood in the sky.

And the orcs of the Death Skull clan even made Mortalian jealous. These indigo-painted battlefield scavengers are rich in great skills, and their [genius] brains and luck are incredible.

It took several weeks for the green scale evil dragon to still be unable to understand the subtle techniques used by the elves to make golems.

However, those dead-headed masters were thinking and working, using a mess of weird materials, and under the stunned gaze of Motalian, they actually succeeded in creating thousands of flesh and blood golems!

Although the finished products look very ghostly, rotten flesh, solid wood, molten steel, and excrement are randomly glued together, and the core of the golem that seals the soul does not conform to any existing structural laws-but it is It just works.

Under the attack of thousands of violent tycoons and flesh and blood golems, two moon-white giant wolves, wielding giant swords wrapped in dark green acid mist, and brilliant golden electric current, led the pack of wolves. The green skin rushed from side to side in the ocean.

Aximan and Togaden let out a terrifying wolf howl, huge swords and sharp claws, splashing bloody waves in the green ocean.

The performance of the two white wolves with such two eyes immediately attracted the attention of Greenskin. A violent big man with a height of three meters, covered with various armors, brandished a heavy hammer and a giant axe, and slammed to Ashman. , Accompanied by the sound of steel impact, the poisonous blade entwined with dark green acid mist, and the rough and heavy two-handed giant axe, hit together heavily, splashing a string of brilliant sparks.

The white wolf in mythril lock armor, the burly green skin, and at the same time let out a bloodthirsty roar! The two sharp blades grasped by the four arms are tightly entangled together. Seeing this wrestling match, the two giants turned their heads at the same time. The green-skinned fangs and the sharp werewolves turned their heads at the same time. Teeth while biting toward the opponent's neck!

However, the green-skinned flat mouth is a little shorter than the slender wolf kiss. Achman took the lead in biting the opponent's dirty throat, densely packed with sharp fangs, like a sharp short saw, accompanied by a cluster of beautiful and stern bloody waves, tearing off a large piece of green flesh.

The big green-skinned man wailed bitterly, but his throat was torn and bitten by the werewolf, and he could only pass through the broken trachea, and let out some creepy whistling sounds. The warm blood soon poured out. It filled his lungs and let this green Roshan drown in his own blood.

Togaden wielded the great sword of thunder, accompanied by the thunder that shook the sky, sweeping the green skin around him. The tyrannical electric currents are like golden snakes, shuttled over green-skinned metal weapons and flesh and blood bodies. Wherever they pass, countless flesh and blood puppets and green-skinned boys are everywhere in the sound of crackling electric currents, Crashed to the ground.

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Seeing the fierce battle between the center and the right wing, Gorell of the Greymane clan stomped anxiously. In front of them, the tens of thousands of green-skinned cavalry just stayed in place and screamed wildly, unwilling to attack! Forcing myself to be unable to leave, I can only take the army and stand in place with nothing to do!

"Chief of Greymane! Are we going to stay here and watch our compatriots fight side by side!"

Biting the chieftain-Putrace let out an angry roar. She lifted the dark green hood angrily and questioned the war leader appointed by the warchief.

"The poison bite clan will never stay where they are, watching their compatriots fight on the front line! Death! Since those greenskins are unwilling to come over, let's kill them! Tens of thousands of celebrities, as long as we start a battle, we don't have a group charge. , Something that can't be solved! If it doesn't work once, come twice! It's better than just waiting here!"

"No! Those green skins are too far away from the main battlefield. If we rush forward, we will be out of touch with the big army. Mortarian, the damn green dragon has not yet appeared. Your impulse will only hurt your clan. Bring to death! Putress! You are as brave as your father, but you lack his wisdom."

Gorell gritted her teeth and tried to restrain her charge-becoming a commander-in-chief is more difficult than imagined. Before, she obeyed the orders of the Roman army commander or the descendants of God's choice, charge, kill, and it was all done. Up.

However, now, the warchief gave this outstanding warrior a new task: learn to think for the clan and for other fellows.

"But..." The Bite Clan wanted to say something, but a pair of big hands lightly patted the shoulders of the two mares.

Gorell and Putrace turned their heads at the same time, and the little chief of the Stormpike clan, Lego, was looking at them with a serious face. Under the temper of time, Sandra's young second son now looks serious, calmer, and looks like a chief.

"The Chief of Greymane and Bites--I want to ask something."

"What's the matter, Chief Stormpike?"

Gorell asked puzzledly.

"In the story of Stormpike Druids, Greenskins are a group of natural war mads. They are like wild dogs tracking food, and vultures looking for corpses, smelling the bloody smell in the air, pursuing feverishly. Every war!

In the records of our Stormpike clan, there has never been a green skin who can resist the temptation of war, standing in the distance, watching their compatriots unfold a bloody carnival feast. "

Lego looked at Mortarian's fantasy seriously, staring into the eyes of the two chiefs.

"In the documents and stories recorded by your clan, will this type of green skin really exist???? The Stormpike clan had a brief encounter with the green dragon-he is a master of illusionism."

The two female horses looked at each other. Indeed, the green-skinned warlord was not a Roman legion commander. He would play with crossfire and alternate battles, leaving ample reserves to wait for opportunities. Those who have restrained the war in their genes, and the green skins who are chanting in the back, have problems no matter how they think.

"Woo-woo -"

Gorell quickly sounded the trombone representing war. Countless heralds wearing light armor and coming and going like wind are flying through the army quickly! A man and a horse, a team of hundreds of families flying the gray falcon flag, the dark cloud thunder flag, the viper tail flag, the dead bone banyan flag, the black fangs flag, and the mighty pass through the back row of the werewolves, in front of Horus Si, and the face of the werewolf reserve team, rushed to the right flank of the battlefield, ready to support the war chieftain.

"What are you doing! Are you going to tear up our contract?! When you leave, my soldier's left wing is completely exposed to the eyes of the green-skin monsters! Is this your credibility?!"

Horus turned into a blue giant wolf in anger, trying to intercept the galloping horses, opening his terrifying blood basin, and roaring loudly.

"The supreme king of werewolves! Please think about it carefully. The other party has a special green skin! Which orc have you seen who can stay behind and watch your compatriots on the battlefield enjoy a hearty feast of killing? !"

While galloping forward, Gorell turned his head to talk to the Wolf King.

"Don't worry! I have already sent the messenger to Dragonmaw Fort, and someone will cover your left wing!"

The Supreme King was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look west: a large and burly heavy workhorse, leading a magically modified wooden carriage, and full of dangdang goblins, galloping on the green grass sea.

The tamed goblins manipulated these pack beasts, pulled high and heavy carriages, and placed a new line of defense on the left flank of the werewolf. During this period, the orcs who had no action at all strengthened the man and horse. guess.

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The left wing of the battlefield, the line of defense of the horses and horses, almost collapsed under the terrible offensive of the last two giant Titans! The huge horns of their shovel are enough to shovel a ton of blood rage barbarian into the high air. Eight terrifying elephant legs are enough to stom on the flesh and blood of a horse and a horse, and crush the bones of a horse and a horse!

Under the flogging of the snakebite trainer, the Titan Giant, in the blood rage battlefront, tore two scarlet gaps, the endless green ocean, and quickly poured into the gap, constantly tearing the broken front of the horses and horses, expanding its own. The result of the battle.

Painhurs's vain bow and arrows shot out a bright purple burning arc in the air, and clusters of metal arrows burning with arcane fire hit the behemoth's head fiercely, but only splattered out. A little spark.

The arcane lake in the warlock's body can only afford the use of five five-ring spells every day. Just to slaughter the Titan Skug, he used midnight strokes twice in a row.

For the remaining three times, the warchief would leave it to Mortarian. Give him a big surprise.

Christina let out an angry roar. With the blessing of the Lord of Skull, every time she cuts off a head and sacrifices a soul, she will be stronger.

After killing hundreds of orcs, the rouge horse has become unstoppable. Even the most powerful green-skinned man can hardly stop her supreme edge!

The high-speed rotating blade is like a storm of steel. Wherever it passes, pieces of stumps and pieces of meat, accompanied by a rain of blood, are thrown high in the sky by Christina.

However, the darling darling with scarlet blood burning all over, facing those mountain-sized Titan behemoths, he could only let out a desperate sigh.

Compared with the Titan behemoth, her physique is too small. Although the sharp sword can tear the hard skin of the behemoth, it can only tear through its elephant legs in vain. Scars that cannot be fatal.

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Chapter Two Hundred and Fortieth: Battle of the Three Kings (5)

The picture of the sharp blade tearing flesh and blood is beautiful and beautiful. The sound of horses' hoofs smashing the earth, shakes the sky and the earth.

The twins, covered in blood, turned their heads to slaughter the green-skinned army that came up in the second wave, and set off a bloody storm engulfing broken limbs and meat. Along with the increase in the number of enemies killed, the speed of the two of them wielding sharp blades is as fast as lightning.

Accompanied by a loud roar, the four hearts inside the two sisters' bodies beating more and more frequently. The violent, scarlet blood was washing their six limbs back and forth at an incredible speed. An aura of killing to the utmost horror, also rising steadily centered on the two!

I saw that Christina's smooth and white human skin quickly turned into a shocking rouge color. A pair of ruby-like magnificent and beautiful eyes burned a substantial blood flame, making the heroic chieftain full of blood. It has a special beauty that is strange and wild.

And Christian, the light brown skin full of exotic style, seemed to be torn apart by the hand of death, cracking into scars of terrible blood, exposing a long river of hot, sticky blood like molten slurry.

Drops of red, bloody sweat slowly oozes out the breathtaking strange skins of the two sisters. Almost instantly, they are vaporized by the hot body surface temperature, dancing, circling, and screaming to form a terrifying blood. The mist rushed straight into the sky like wolf smoke!

"Roar!!!"

The rouge horse is like a scarlet storm, wielding a sharp and unparalleled metal giant sword, killing the side of a big orc, and cutting him in two! The broken part of the wound is as smooth as a mirror.

Christian smashed the bridge of the nose of the second big guy with a shield, and when the other party was covering his face and howling, a sword cut open the other's throat, and the sisters finally killed the giant Titan on the right side of the head. Looking up at the behemoth the size of a hill, they couldn't help feeling despair in their hearts.

In front of this giant beast, he was as small as a goblin.

"WAAAGH!!!"

The snake bite trainer had already spotted the horrifying sister who had killed her red eyes. Under his orders and flogging, the Titan monster shook its head fiercely. The T-shaped horns were like a siege hammer, wrapped in terrifying wind pressure, and hit the twin sisters!

Christina hurriedly put on a block posture, accompanied by a loud noise, the huge bone horn, and the metal weapons and shields collided with each other!

Rouge Liemana's eyes were dark. The violent impact almost made her lose consciousness. After Yoyo woke up, she suddenly realized that she was in midair! The giant mountain beasts in front of me, the killing scenes on both sides, are fast away from me-the giant Titan's horns swept away, and it directly knocked the two horses away!

"Al'akir! Al'akir? Where is your Wind Howler?! Strike the two Titans with all your strength!"

Seeing the two sisters who were beaten by the giant beasts, Painhurs let out an angry roar, the tall and handsome pale body, once again burst out thousands of dead souls, looking from a distance, it is like death, the embodiment of fear. .

The burly green-skinned soldiers, the big orcs screaming and screaming, fled hurriedly inside the halo of horror! The halberd, burning with the arcane magic flame, also issued a terrifying ear-piercing scream in the air.

On the back of the Great Chief's left hand, the eight-pointed black star suddenly flashed with chaotic light, and the blasphemous dark golden light quickly healed the wounds of the two sisters.

"Are you serious?"

Al'Akir wielded the Thunder Warblade blessed by the Elemental Plane, like cutting melons and vegetables, cutting off a green-skinned head. A hundred wind howling warlocks, under the cover of four hundred barbarians, shot clusters of sharp arrows against the surrounding green monsters.

"We are your last trump card! Without our howling thunder and storm, what would you use to shoot down the green dragon in the sky?!"

"If you don't use Thunder's arcane arts to shred the bodies of the two Titan behemoths, then, without Mortarian's own hands, just the snake bite and the evil moon clan can crush us! This is a command I have other ways to shoot down that green scale evil dragon!"

At a distance of more than two hundred feet, Painhurs shouted in the air, and gave his orders to Chief Wind Howl.

"Well, your will."

Al'Akir retracted his sword and returned it to its sheath. Under his command, two hundred wind howling warlocks chanted mysterious spells in unison. Countless bright, dazzling storm currents crackled in the corner of their eyes.

In an instant, two hundred beams of brilliant golden arcane lightning, accompanied by the deafening thunder roar, whizzed through the sky above the battlefield! Render the blue sky dome into the golden light of thunder and lightning!

The terrifying thunderbolt instantly blasted into the right eye of the Titan Giant Beast, and then dispersed into thousands of tiny death thunder snakes, spreading to every inch of its body along the other's leather and flesh, countless standing behemoths The green-skinned bow-and-arrow boy on his back was paralyzed by the current bombardment, and he planted one end on the shooting platform.

Such a large-scale arcane reaction immediately caught the attention of Mortarian. He was secretly surprised by Centaur's trump cards, and more carefully hid his huge figure, modifying the battle plan-even a grown-up dragon. , Hit by two hundred chain lightning at the same time, will also be hit hard.

The golden thunder snake leaped and galloped, cheering across the left-wing battlefield, and once again hit the body of the Titan behemoth. Two intensive spell bombings finally disintegrated the last life of the behemoth and made that head reach the sky. The utterly Titan Sgugger, like a collapsed mountain range and a collapsed fortress, fell to the ground with a deafening noise.

The entire bloody battlefield trembled violently along with its fall.

"WAAAGH!!!"

The snake bite trainer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, raised the whip in his hand high, and ordered the last Titan Skug to move away from its heavy stride that made everything tremble, turn its direction, and rush towards the howling wind. Warlock!

However, at this moment, a gray light suddenly appeared in the corner of the green skin's eyes—Gorell's gorgeous cloak draped over his shoulders, opened to the sides, transformed into a pair of huge gray and blue wings that met each other, so that the half Half-horse monsters can soar in the sky!

The veritable master of the falcon, like a gray lightning, exploded in front of the green-skinned slave owner! The Chief Greymane played with two sharp and enchanted scimitars, and at the moment of charge, four stern flashes of cold light passed through the air.

The beast trainer was charged by Gorell's sky and killed him by surprise. After he reacted, his arms had been severed by a scimitar, and his heart and throat had also been torn apart two blood-colored fissures by the sharp blade!

"Huh!!!"

The Withered Druid, transformed into a bird of prey, followed closely behind the Falcon Lord, flapping a pair of wide wings, and screaming in the sky.

Withered bone priests are proficient in natural casting. They hovered over the head of the giant beast, and guided the energy of nature with the sound of an eagle, causing the blazing pillars of fire and the lavender natural disaster thunder to fall from the sky!

"Gorell! Didn't I let you be in charge of the left-wing front? Why did you come here?"

Watching the gray falcon land in front of him, shrinking a pair of wide gray-blue gradual wings, the warchief couldn't help but wonder. The central front of the werewolf in charge of defense was so long and narrow that the warlock could not know the battle situation on the other side at all.

"The orcs on the left are a guise, a scam, and Mortarian's illusion!"

Chief Greymane wiped the green blood on his face and reported the latest battle.

"I asked some goblin carts to defend the left flank of the werewolf, and brought the other brothers and sisters back! They will be here soon."

"Retreat, everyone! Pretend to retreat! Gorell, you fly back, and the person who ordered you heard the order to start a charge!"

Painhurs' eyes lit up and immediately ordered the heralds under him to play the unique horn sound.

Soon after hearing the order, more than 7,000 bloody savage soldiers pretended to lose to the orcs in front of them, raised their halberds and formed a dense steel forest between themselves and the orcs, and then slowly retreated. The killing greenskin, no matter how to care about these, immediately the pig rushed forward, biting in front of the horse.

The blood rage gave up the battle line that should have been held firmly, and retreated to the safe inside. A large number of green skins drove straight in. Some red-eyed orcs even attacked the Werewolf Central Army who lost the cover of the right wing. Against the Gothic army in the center, Formed a pincer, the angry Horus stomped straight, and quickly asked the Grey Wolf Schiff to lead a reserve team to support.

However, more green skins are still biting the horses and horses. In the pursuit, they make the scattered formations even more messy, exposing their flanks to gray manes, thunder spears, dead bones, and black scorpions. , To bite the five races in front of the horses!

"Woo-woo -"

Painhurs blew the horn of the charge. The retreating blood rage barbarians immediately stood firm. The front row of men raised their halberds to resist the advance of the orcs, and the back row of men and horses raised their halberds high and used their sides. A sharp axe blade, or a heavy hammer head, aimed at the head of the green skin!

"Woo-woo -"

Gorell also sounded the horn of the bone carving and came back to support from the left flank. The army of horses and horses lying among the lush pastures suddenly stood up! The gray falcon flag, the dark cloud thunder flag, the dead bone banyan flag, the black tusk flag, and the viper flag fluttering in the wind, hunting!

Nearly eight thousand celebrities shouted the name of the great chief, and against the green skin flanks, they launched a group charge that shocked the world! After the Centaur quickly fired the three arrows, he immediately pulled out the lance behind him. Like a sharp steel knife, it would be covered by a rain of arrows, forming a chaotic army of green leather, cut into two pieces at the waist!

Eight thousand horses and horses charged at full speed, knocking down countless green monsters all the way. Eight thousand slender and sharp lances, tear through the chests of countless orcs!

After losing their lances, the men and horses drew out their spare battle axes and halberds, and continued to charge forward, continue to slash and kill the green skin in front of them, and continue to set off bloody waves of misery! I don't know how long it took, when Lego, who was covered with blood, found that there was no more green skin in front of him.

Eight thousand men and horses pierced the green-skinned battle line directly from the flanks, leaving endless corpses and blood behind them.

Putress whistled, the bloody soldiers lined up in a neat row again, pulled out the second spare lance, like a terrifying wave, rushed to the green-skinned army for the second time!

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

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