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Chapter 241: Battle of the Three Kings (6)
After being pierced through the battle line by 8,000 men and horses twice in a row, the cavalry units of Snakebite and Evil Moon almost completely collapsed. The battlefield is full of horseshoe marks, densely packed with orc corpses. At least ten thousand greenskins died under the enemy's lances, halberds and arrows.
The remaining soldiers were also completely dissipated and crushed by the torrent of war. They were scattered in all directions in the sea of blood and were divided and annihilated by men and horses!
When the seven tribesmen and horses merged into one, under the rain of arrows that covered the sky, brandishing halberds and battle axes, and launching a third charge, the green-skinned army on the right wing completely collapsed. They wailed and screamed. Fleeing, crying and dispersing!
"All soldiers, rest in place! Replenish our strength, and we will go to support Horus!"
Painhurs stood in place, bent his bow and arrows like a hunting, shooting green skins fleeing everywhere, and tracing burning purple arcs in the air.
"What about the logistics? Don't stay behind, it's up to you to work!"
"Follow the order."
Hill giants and goblins. Under the command of the warchief, he hurriedly rushed out of the interior of Dragonmaw Fort. They led a pack of beasts full of goods, fought for the bloody men and horses, and presented packs of high-calorie soybeans, dried meat, and sweet fresh water.
While the soldiers were eating and drinking and replenishing their energy, the goblins bend their heads flatteringly, holding bags of spare weapons with difficulty, replenishing the shriveled quiver of the barbarians, and hung one on the shoulders of the horses and horses. A heavy-duty lance with a pole length of five meters.
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In the center of the battlefield, the bloodthirsty wolves and the violent greenskins were killing them in chaos. With the passage of time, the arms of both sides wielding the blades became more sore, and the roaring throats also tended to be hoarse. Horus nodded, his left and right attendants, immediately sounded a war horn engraved with a moon wolf totem!
"It's now! Brothers and sisters! Let those damn green skins look at our long backlog of anger and taste the power of our blessings by the gods!"
The Supreme King of Goth, let out a deafening roar, the handsome giant with a height of two meters, instantly turned into a sky-reaching blue giant wolf, roaring and killing on the front line!
Behind him, there are more than two thousand dreary fighters wearing long-sleeved chain mail, heavy scale armor, brown bear fur, and wielding two-handed battle axes, and more than two thousand cunning wolves who accompany Horus to fight the world. , Moving their seven-foot-tall terrifying wolf body, replacing the fatigued soldiers on the front line, joined the battlefield!
"Long live Horus!!!"
Although the number of these werewolf veterans and dying fighters is very rare, they have been closing their eyes and resting since the beginning of the war. When facing the fatigued green skin, they are like cutting melons and vegetables, and they instantly become overwhelmed. The advantage of sex! The werewolves repeated the killing action mechanically, the long-handled battle axe, was raised high by the dying warrior, and fell heavily, every time an attack, an orc can be wailed and fell in a pool of blood!
Their supreme king is like a blue demon god, in the sea of green skin like no one. Ordinary swords, guns, swords and axes can't cut through his blue hair at all, and every swing of a two-handed warhammer will smash a huge depression on the ground. The red blood, like the tide of a bursting embankment, gurgled out from the corpses of the orcs crushed and flattened by the warhammer, and gathered into a pool of blood-colored lakes in the hundreds of pits blasted by the wolf king. .
"Don't be afraid of any greenskins we meet! Face him with a smile! The best way to beat Greenskins is to face Greenskins! Ollie give it!!!"
The troll king who was also regarded by Horus as the reserve team, after hearing the horn of war, jumped up from the ground happily! Waving two arms, giving an inspiring speech to the trolls under his command!
"Oli here!!!"
Five hundred huge ferocious trolls were enthusiastic, and they screamed and fought fiercely. They joined the battlefield under the leadership of the leader. They pushed and pushed the retreated werewolf soldiers, and in a blink of an eye they smashed in front of Greenskin's eyes. A troll soldier waved two dark green arms, firmly grasped the shoulders of the green skin, and with a fierce force, he directly tore the opponent in half!
The brutal orcs fought fiercely all morning. At this moment, they are a little weak. They are crumbling under the attack of trolls and werewolves. The dead-headed flesh and blood golems wield their war blades tirelessly, but they are too few in number to be able to reverse it. The disadvantage of the entire battlefield.
"Woo-woo -"
At this moment, the horses and horses have been trimmed. More than 15,000 horses and horses, hoofprints galloping on the pasture, thunder like spring stings, and drums shaking the sky, make the entire battlefield tremble!
Painhurs took all the soldiers who joined the battle, outflanked and rounded the huge infantry regiment of Greenskin from the right flank. In just a few minutes, he poured hundreds of thousands of them against the right wing and rear of the Greenskin. Under the dense rain of arrows that covered the sky like locusts, piles of orcs fell like weeds!
Each man and horse shoots a complete quiver. After thirty arrows, they immediately pull out their lances, screaming the names of the warchief and Skerrit, along with the shaking ground, they almost collapsed in front of them. The extremely green skin launched an unstoppable charge!
"AlanNure Painhus!!!"
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"Just work harder! Don't give all the credit to those hell!"
After Horus smashed a big green-skinned man into meat sauce, he looked at the battlefield with a huge advantage, laughed, and blew the horn of war for the second time!
Togaden and Ashman, supporting their tired bodies, stood up from the ground and roared at the werewolf who was recovering behind them. Order them to end their rest and get up to fight.
Withdrawing from the front line, the five thousand werewolves who still maintained some fighting ability struggled to get up from the ground. They landed on all fours, and accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, transformed into a huge beast, at a speed not inferior to that of a man and a horse. , Circling around on the battlefield, outflanked and bit the orc's left flank severely.
At this point, the green-skinned sea of infantry was besieged by a coalition composed of centaurs, werewolves, and some trolls and satyrs.
The orcs were surrounded by enemies, collapsed in a hurry, and suffered huge casualties every second. The scale of victory seems to have completely fallen to the coalition side.
Mortarian's face was gloomy and pale, like an ancient cracked marble statue. The horses and horses pierced the cavalry unit on the right wing of the battlefield twice in a row. The snake bite and the evil moon clan fleeed in defeat, floating around like autumn leaves, Peinhe Si led his army to outflank the left and rear of his army!
In addition, the werewolves replaced the reserve team and continued to fight hand-to-hand. After a short rest, the werewolves surrounded their last right side-a series of operations by the two war leaders, the showy green scale evil dragon head The skin was numb, and the changes in the battlefield had long been beyond his control!
"Forget it, I'm a giant dragon, there is no need to be entangled in the fight between the ants and the ridiculous victory finally achieved! As long as the white horse and the wolf can be killed, I, Mortarian, will still be the only king of this land. !"
Suddenly in the distance of the battlefield, Motarian showed a prototype, a tall, strong and elegant figure, just like an endless green mountain range. The four slender dragon claws, accompanied by the dragon's running body, constantly slapped the ground beneath their feet, causing the entire battlefield to vibrate violently.
The werewolves and the centaur, looking at the green dragon running wild in the east, were stunned for a while!
The speed of the green scale evil dragon is getting faster and faster! Suddenly, his four claws slammed on the ground, and the whole dragon, like an arrow from the string, went straight into the sky! A pair of fleshy wings that covered the sky and sun slammed twice, and the surrounding grass was immediately uprooted by the violent air current, accompanied by a large amount of soil and land, fluttering in the wind.
"Pain!!! Torture!!!"
The horrible waves of dumb and thick sound set off a wave of anger in the battlefield! The gale engulfed countless pieces of meat, and set off a wave of anger in the bloody lake of Yiwanwan.
The master of the sea of flowers, the true leader of the orcs and natural disasters, step by step destroyed the minds of the centaurs and werewolves. The surrounding air, under the pressure of Long Wei, was as deep and solemn as the sea. Forcing everyone to lower their proud heads and bend their slender four hooves, six limbs and a hundred skeletons are covered with cold sweat, and the bones all over the body are also creaking under the terrifying pressure!
Accompanied by the deafening WAAAGH of the orcs, the surrounding grass was twisted and deformed by the will of the green dragon. Christina clenched her halberd. The entanglement technique of the descendants of God once created a bloody hell. The crazily dancing scarlet grass, thirsty for blood, made everyone who participated in the battle frightened.
However, her magical skills were not worth mentioning in front of Motarian.
A huge and terrifying emerald dragon shadow, accompanied by turbulent winds, flew from a distance, covering the blue sky, and projecting its own shadow on the entangled hell of the pasture dance! The centaurs wanted to bend their bows and shoot arrows, but clusters of blood-colored thorns that grew freely from the soil and from the corpses wrapped every inch of their skin.
"My hatred is burning in the void! The world is twisted and subverted with my will! Those humble kingdoms will tremble in my anger! In the end, everyone will surrender under my wings! I, that is Mortarian! I am the master of Gredinian!"
All the soldiers on the battlefield were affected by the fascinating Longwei. Countless daring coalition soldiers fled hurriedly. More soldiers were frightened, and they were trapped in place by wild dancing plants. The encirclement net formed with great difficulty, shattered in front of the green dragon!
The emerald green terrifying dragon swept over the battlefield like a violent wind. A dorsal fin extending from the top of the head to the tip of the tail along the spine of the dragon, swayed gently in the wind like the sail of a canoe.
Mottarian's long and soft neck covered with verdant dragon scales, like a terrifying giant python, wriggled in the forest, causing the terrifying and terrifying dragon head to get closer and closer to everyone. The vertical pupil, sharp like a needle, gleamed with a profound light that made people feel different.
The green dragon drew a large circle in the air, finally turned its flight direction by 1 degree, and rushed to the bloody battlefield again. The last time he swept low, with his ferocious and entangled plants, he controlled some troublesome guys. This time he swooped low—I saw that the lord of the sea of flowers in the forest grew his mouth, and in the depths of his throat, something was brewing. The thick fog of group death.
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The eroding dragon's breath, like a continuous line of majestic rainstorms, and like snow on the top of a collapsed mountain, crashed from the sky, burying the wolves in a dark green death ruin.
Under the violent wind swept across the mountains and plains, the pastures were crushed by the dragon's breath into the tiniest dust, and countless stumps and pieces of meat, accompanied by blood in the sky, were raised high. The hard wolf hairs and pieces of fresh flesh and blood were also torn and stripped under the pressure of the terrifying wind!
The severe poison engulfed in the wind, like a sickle of death, scratched the necks of all living creatures. The werewolves engulfed in the breath of the dragon stiffly stopped fighting, and the paralytic toxin penetrated into their limbs and corpses. Let the bloodthirsty and brutal warriors stay in place like a wooden chicken.
The terrifying wind pressure and nerve toxins are just an appetizer before the feast, and the acid mist that melts the flesh and bones behind is the real deadly death. Countless werewolves were caught off guard. They wailed, coughed, and cried bitterly. Their mobility was restricted by neurotoxins, and then they were completely swallowed by the poisonous fog that could corrode flesh and blood.
Pieces of decayed fur and flesh, like pieces of withered autumn sunset leaves, slowly peeled from the pale bones and fell. Not long after, even the strong bones are covered with dense cracks on the surface. When touched, it shatters into debris all over the floor!
An adult dragon really has the ability to subvert the direction of war.
Although, he continued to breathe, and only killed less than three-digit werewolves, but. Twice in a row, the sky-shielding figures flying low over the battlefield made thousands of celebrity horses, werewolves, and green-skinned soldiers frightened by their ferocious aura, fleeing around in panic, changing the situation on the battlefield. Is getting chaotic! The original encirclement of the green leather was easily broken and torn.
The two hundred warlocks of the Wind Howl clan were defeated by Motarian's dragon power at the first time. The green scale evil dragon, like a nightmare, became a lingering figure in their minds. Death nightmare.
Al'akir reluctantly gathered nine warlocks to vent a mighty thunder against the sky. However, the emerald green dragon scales seemed to be covered with an invisible barrier that could resist magic, stopping most of them. The golden electric current, the lightning of the chief warlock, finally shattered the spell barrier, but was completely absorbed by a shield painted with lightning runes.
"Look at the dragon's back! Look at the dragon's back!"
Chief Wind Howl's eyes widened in horror, hell, two high elf mages controlled by Motarian actually stood on the shoulders of the green scale evil dragon, providing various magical assistance to the dragon!
Fortunately, Christian, and the half-man and half-sheep Sartre, hurriedly sang the hymn of courage, inspiring the morale of the surrounding soldiers, and barely reserved a certain number of combatable soldiers for the coalition.
Motarian flapped his emerald wings, flew in the air and circled a large circle, and turned his flight direction for the third time. The terrifying dragon head once again looked at the bloody battlefield.
And at this moment, the fierce men and horses who have carried the mighty horses are also assembled under the command of the warchief. Under the magic of their spouses, the twin sisters turn into two ethereal breeze, eight slender and graceful horseshoes, as if stepping on them. An invisible staircase ascended to the high sky.
Pain Hess also used a gasification form for himself, letting the breeze, outline a half-man and half-horse, the great sword in Al'akir's hand, the thunder flashing, and a pair of gray-blue The huge wings grew out of Gorell's back again.
A few bloodangered officers, and even a few hundred families, gave up the plan to stab the green chrysanthemums around the back, turned the spearheads, raised a seven-foot-long compound long bow high, and moved The bowstring is drawn into a terrifying full moon!
"Roar!!!"
Accompanied by the sound of howling wolf, a huge portal suddenly appeared in the army of men and horses. The blue-colored Horus wielded his two-handed giant hammer, and the dark Abaddon drew out the burning giant sword. Behind the two of them, wearing a linen robe, describing the withered old wolf, also walked out tremblingly. After the portal, his body was filled with surging magical power.
Seeing the centuries and werewolves, after the initial fear attack, the scale of resistance has formed, Motarian let out a vicious low growl from the depths of his throat, his emerald green body, which actually touched the blue sky, It is completely integrated, and it is impossible to distinguish with the naked eye!
When flying at full speed, the dragon has a terrifying speed three times that of a war horse. However, their large size makes it difficult for them to change directions when flying.
The slowly floating old wolf has quick eyes and quick hands. The oak staff pointed directly at the place where the green dragon disappeared, and broadcasted thousands of tiny dust shining with golden light on him. The shining powder that resembles stars is dancing, leaping, and spinning, and outlines the shape of the giant dragon of Mortarian!
"Hands!!!"
With a pair of gorgeous wings with a gradual gray-blue gradient, Gorell, like an arrow from the string, instantly rushed into the high sky. A worm, flying higher than himself? This naturally won't attract any attention from the Green Scaled Evil Dragon.
However, Mortarian paid the price for his pride.
The gray falcon took out the anti-magic shackles forged with fine gold and buckled it directly on his left wrist! The closed shackles instantly aroused the force field against magic, causing the wings behind her to collapse softly and transform into a gorgeous blue cloak again.
The Chief Greymane, who had lost the ability to fly, began to fall to the ground like a huge meteor. She squinted her eyes and let the whistling wind blew across her face like a blunt knife.
Gorell pulled out two sharp cutlasses-she had already calculated everything. The gray falcon, falling like a meteor, coincided with Mortarian, who was flying at full speed and could not easily change its direction!
The elf mage's eyes widened in horror. His slender fingers were entwined with crackling terrifying electric lights. He just wanted to attack, but the gray falcon was faster!
"boom!!!"
With a loud noise, the one-ton Goriel landed heavily on the dragon's back. The scimitars in her hands, like flying butterflies, instantly drew four stern cold lights in front of the mage's eyes!
The wizard mage grew his mouth in disbelief, his right hand entwined with electric lights, and his crackling right hand, under the anti-magical position, returned to silence. The right wrist was cut directly by a scimitar, and the crack was smooth and flat like a mirror. And accompanied by a stern and terrifying scarlet arc, spinning and flying into the distance.
Immediately afterwards, the silk clothing on his chest also heard ominous tearing sounds, and then a group of terrifying blood blossoms in the shape of a cross burst out!
Gorell's speed is so fast that after the machete cuts through the opponent's muscles and blood vessels, it does not leave any blood marks on the blade. When the wizard mage tries to escape from the anti-magical field, using false life to maintain himself as if in the wind When he was living like a candle, he was terrified to find that Mottarian's huge body, like a mountain, was moving away from him quickly. On his left shoulder stood a heroic gray mare and a horse. The right hand was broken, and the corpse of the elf without a head.
One sword in the wrist, two in the chest, and the most in the neck. At the moment the gray falcon descended from the sky, the fate of the wizard wizard's death could not be reversed.
"AlanNure Skerritt!!!"
The four-legged centaur is far superior to the two-legged humanoid in terms of balance and stability. Gorrel is walking on the ground like a dragon on the back of a high-speed flying dragon. With four hooves and kicks, the whole person is like a gray falcon. Leaping high, jumping over the spine of the dragon, the emerald green fleshy sail that looked like a sail, extending from the forehead to the tip of the tail, viciously slammed at the wizard sitting on the other shoulder!
"Roar!!!"
Suddenly there was a one-ton thing on his back, and Motarian also reacted. With his slender and soft neck like a giant python, he turned back instantly, densely packed, covered with countless sharp fangs, full of lethal poison. The mouth of the blood basin is like a door to hell, biting the horse on the left shoulder!
The elf girl exclaimed. When Gorell approached her, her proud magic instantly lost its effect. She couldn't sense the dense magic net spreading over every inch of the world. Naturally, she lost the ability to manipulate arcane magic. At the same time, Motarian was dripping with terrible venom fangs, and approached the two at the same time!
Gorell cut her body, she raised her delicate lower jaw, and the upper body of a human being bent down ninety degrees, almost parallel to the horse's back! The air resistance brought by running is reduced to a minimum. The heavy Roman chain armor and eastern scale armor, like two layers of close-fitting cloth, can't hinder the full-speed charge of the Chief Greymane at all!
How could the thin elves contend with the most powerful warriors? The gray falcon's right shoulder slammed heavily on his Yingying waist. The opponent was like a stone, and was directly knocked off the dragon's back by the gray mane chief!
"Crack!!!"
The terrible clenching of fangs sounded from behind Gorell. The gray falcon also slammed down Mortarian's back, avoiding the bad luck of being bitten to death by the dragon. A monster and a spirit fell from the sky hundreds of feet high!
The green scale evil dragon let out an unwilling roar. At full speed, he couldn't turn around and fly for a while, killing the hateful mare. He had to cheer up and deal with the supreme king of werewolves and the greatness of men and horses. Chief.
The elf who was the first to fall on the dragon's back, accompanied by a long series of sharp and screams, fell heavily on the ground, comminuted fractures of bones, and sharp white bone fragments, like fragments of grenade, cutting through her delicate flesh and blood. The internal organs, the whole person almost fell into a pool of bloody meat sauce!
Gorell left a trace of cold sweat on her forehead, and the wind pressure from the rapid fall made it difficult for her to move freely. The gray falcon threw away the double knives and barely took out the key to the anti-magical shackles from his pocket, but tried several times in a row. , Failed to align the keyhole!
If you don't untie this fine gold forged shackles and turn off the anti-magic force field, the terrible and terrifying meat sauce underground is your own end!
Five hundred feet! Four hundred feet! Three hundred feet! ! !
"Chief!!!"
After seeing this scene, a few graymane soldiers were blemishes, they hurried to the place where Gorell fell, trying to rescue their chief, but she was too far away from her own soldiers!
Two hundred feet! One hundred feet! Fifty feet! ! !
"Crack."
The sound of friction that made Gorell's dreams linger, finally sounded in the ears of Chief Greymane. The terrible falcon with six limbs and hundreds of skeletons soaked in cold sweat laughed happily! The gorgeous cloak behind, instantly bloomed into a pair of huge gray-blue wings! Let the mare's straight line fall down into an elegant and beautiful gliding curve!
Gorell swept down and glided over his soldiers' heads, accompanied by the cheers of hundreds of gray-mane soldiers, once again flew into the blue sky!
"Damn it, I have to ask Painhurs guy to distribute some more spoils to my clan when I go back. This time, I almost took my life."
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Motarian took a deep breath while flying at full speed. However, this time it was not a poisonous dragon's breath. With the amazing lung capacity of an adult dragon, every deep breath of the green scale evil dragon was comparable to the tyrannical wind.
Changing into the air, Painhuis, Christina, and Christian, flying above the sky, only felt that Motarian in front of them suddenly became farther and farther away from him, and in the perspective of the werewolves, three and a half people Half a horse, like three broken kites, was blown into the distant horizon by a violent storm mixed with stinking and poisonous fog.
"Theodoric! Kill me that dragon!"
Horus looked up at the dragon above him and let out a helpless roar.
Behind him, the old, aging werewolf mage, raised his staff high, and chanted complex incantations. The azure blue magic power, like a poisonous snake, wrapped around his limbs and a hundred skeletons. A suffocating sulphur smell, centered on Theodoric, spilled around.
The old wolf roared with piercing pain, like a fire, burning deep in his chest!
The furry right arm swelled more than several times in an instant. The dry and wrinkled skin was gradually covered with firm muscles. Pieces of deep red solid scales covered every inch of his body surface. The slender five fingers also covered every inch of his body. Turned into five hideous claws the size of a razor!
At the same time, Theodoric's spine, accompanied by crackling bones, was stretched at least five times by arcane magic, and the flesh and blood swelled into a magnificent red hill, and the back shoulder blades were like two hills. Generally bulge, and then turned into a pair of scarlet fleshy wings covering the sky and sun.
Within a few seconds, the old and weak werewolf mage, who could not even stand his waist upright, turned into a vigorous young red dragon. Four strong, mighty, and violent aesthetic dragon claws galloped on the battlefield and trampled on. There are bloody paw prints.
After getting enough acceleration, Theodoric's wings spread out, and the whole red dragon, like a red meteor, dashed into the high sky, facing Mortarian who was two or three times older than himself. Let out a terrible roar!
If we say that among the five-color evil dragons, the green dragon is an elegant and handsome young man, then the most powerful and tyrannical red dragon is a sturdy man whose muscles bulge like a hill.
However, even by the standards of an adult dragon, Mortarian is a particularly robust dragon. His natural claws and fangs. The dragon's tail and wings, as well as the scales all over the body, are larger and thicker than their counterparts. What's more, the arcane magic of the Sixth Ring can only turn the Eastern Gothic mage into a red dragon in his youth. It was still much smaller than an adult dragon.
Theodoric grew his mouth, and deep in his throat, like a volcanic mountain pass, under the terrifying heat wave, there was an abyss of fire from hell. Mortalian also grinned a mouthful of the blood basin filled with poisonous mist, a cloud of death acid mist that could corrode flesh and blood, ready to go in the dragon roar!
"Roar!!!"
Two terrifying blood bowls and mouths, while exhaling their proud breath of death, dark green and scarlet, two huge cone-shaped exhalations, like a pair of huge trains running at full speed, slammed together! The terrifying storms entangled and counteracted each other, the flames of hell burned with dark green acid fog, and the bone-etching poison cloud corroded the blood-colored anger!
Even the blue sky, under the breath of the two dragons, was rendered into the color of death in green and red!
After all, Mortarian, who was a grown-up dragon, took the upper hand. The lethal acid mist spit out, slowly suppressing the breathing of the flames. The terrifying gust of wind engulfed the acid mist that melted flesh and bones, and finally blew out. The fury of the abyss then scraped through the limbs of the red dragon, corroding every scale on Theodoric's body!
"Hoho Ho Ho!!!"
The red dragon let out a painful roar, I saw that the green scale evil dragon did not dodge, relying on the terrifying kinetic energy brought by the full-speed flight, directly passed through the poisonous fog area it created, covered with green scales on the right shoulder, and hit hard. Above Theodoric's crimson body.
"boom!!!"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of scales and bones breaking, the red dragon let out a painful low growl. He tried to bite off the opponent's neck. However, the terrifying fangs bit a hole, and in mid-air, a beating made a sound The crisp sound of the creeps.
Mortaliana was as long as a giant python, with an elegant dragon neck, dexterously out of the opponent's bite, the dragon's teeth secreting venom, bite the red dragon's neck, and the slender fangs of the front jaw. , Piercing and cutting through the opponent's important blood vessels and nerves, a little shorter, but like a saw-like dense teeth, continuously cutting the scales and flesh of the red dragon.
Theodoric endured the severe pain, a pair of sturdy and mighty front paws, firmly grasped the shoulders of the green dragon, the tip of the tail covered with crimson scales, rolled up an oak staff, and instantly fired A change magic that he is best at.
Mortarian felt his body sink, and the red dragon under his claws suddenly became extremely heavy. He tried to let go, but found that the fangs were fixed on a piece of gray stone-the whole body of Theodoric. Every inch of flesh and blood turned into an extremely heavy stone, two front paws, firmly holding the shoulders of the green dragon, dragging the lord of the sea of flowers, and falling down!
"boom!!!"
The two dragons fell heavily to the ground, raising dust to the sky. The red dragon turned into a rock was thrown out of countless terrifying fissures, but still maintained its prototype. Mortalian also cracked the opponent's front paws and hollow teeth, secreting a large amount of strong acid that can corrode everything. From the red dragon's corroded stone sculpture, he pulled out his sharp fangs.
However, the fact that he was shot down couldn't be changed. Mortarian got up from the ground with a grim face, and greeted him were Horus and Abaddon, two huge werewolves with a height of ten feet.
"boom!!!"
Horus dragged the warhammer's left arm behind him, dragging the terrible sledgehammer to speed! The metal hammer head drew a deep gully on the soft mud.
The Cangqing Wolf King let out a terrible roar, and the warhammer dragged on the ground instantly crawled with countless dense golden electric currents. The werewolf's left arm behind him swung one hundred and eighty degrees forward along his left shoulder, a heavy thunderbolt. The hammer traversed a stern golden trail in the air and hit the dragon's head heavily!
The heavy hammer head, the stern thunder, and the inertia of full swinging combined together, making this heavy blow, like a ruin, slammed heavily on the emerald green scales of Mottarian, and bombarded it. A dense, terrifying fissure like a spider web!
Abaddon also let out a roar, and his whole person is like an arrow from the string, jumping high into the air, like a dark comet falling from the sky, the red two-handed giant sword, entangling the flames of the sky, and hitting it fiercely. The head of the green scale evil dragon!
"Go away! Detestable werewolf!!!"
Motarian's slender limbs slammed on the ground, and the whole dragon instantly jumped back and fell to the ground, raising a large swath of bloody dust.
After pulling the distance between the two werewolves, the green scale evil dragon turned around. The thick and long dragon tail was like an emerald green whip. Accompanied by the screaming sound, it slammed into the bodies of the two Gothic leaders. on!
"Gorrel! Waiting for orders in place! Don't attack for now! Everyone! Let go of arrows!!!"
Painhurs, like a pale storm, returned to the battlefield again. Under the command of the warchief, the horses loosened their tight bowstrings. There were hundreds of extremely sharp iron feathers, like an iron gray. The huge waves that cover the sky rushed high into the bright sky, and swept towards Mortalian. The terrifying sound of the arrow feathers pierced into the sky, like countless miserable and terrifying female demons in the blue sky. Above the sky, there was a terrifying scream!
The dense feather arrows covering the sky and the sun are like a continuous line of majestic rainstorms, all poured on the head of the green scale evil dragon, completely submerging them. The metal arrow cluster tears the emerald green scales, bites the pink skin, and strikes the brilliant sparks on the dragon scales. Only a handful of lucky arrows can barely scratch Mortarian's skin.
However, the green scale evil dragon was enveloped in a layer of dark green light. The scales that were shattered by the werewolf before, and the now insignificant skin wounds, all healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Are you finally back? You can fly far enough! Warchief!"
Abaddon's leg bones were directly broken by this whip. At this moment, he was lying on the ground and sucking air-conditioning. However, Horus used the hammer handle of the warhammer to block the fierce tail whip of the dragon at the moment of his death, only to be swept away by the huge size of Motarian and the terrifying power.
"We can stand in the same boat now! To die together, to live together! The Supreme King! Create a chance for me to get close to him. You can see that, with a full blow, I am even one year older than the green dragon. The Titan Skug in the circle can be trampled to death!"
Painhurs wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, ready to make the last fight.
"Roar!!!"
Horus roared, representing his determination. The blue giant wolf wielded the thunder's warhammer and slew the terrifying dragon head-on, while the white horse ran to the green dragon's right flank, as long as he could break through the dragon's spell resistance and pull from the future, borrowing three seconds of Time, and then, two consecutively effective midnight strokes-even an adult dragon may not be able to resist it.
"What you did to kill that giant Titan is in my eyes! White horse!"
Mortalian pretended to kill the Cangqing Wolf King, but the tyrannical wind continued to blow in his lungs. He tilted his head slightly, the violent wind was enveloping lethal neurotoxins, and there was death acid fog that could corrode flesh and blood. , Like a monstrous dark green wave, completely submerged the pale white horse on the right side!
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Mortarian squinted his eyes. The golden vertical pupils, through the dark green poisonous fog, saw the pale half-man and half-horse body, dissipated into a little bit of starlight in the poison of bones and flesh.
Phantom!
The green scale evil dragon is like a cat that has received a fright. Its slender spine is arched high, and its sharp four claws cling to the ground under its feet, watching the surroundings vigilantly, and the terrifying dragon tail is waiting. Hair, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time. A fluffy dark green poisonous cloud also oozes through his teeth, like a pair of poisonous armor, wrapped around Motarian, every inch of emerald green dragon scales.
Hell, that white horse's hoof can make Titan Skug's extremely huge head torn apart like a few dry and cracked earth, and then from the dense blood and flesh fissures, turbulent blood-colored waterfalls burst out. Masses of terrifying black fog of death! His sturdy dragon scales could not prevent the simple and rude contact attacks of this necromantic school.
Accompanied by the twisted light, the warchief suddenly appeared on the back paws of the green dragon, on the golden crown of the Nine Devil, a masterpiece of emerald jade, helping the pale warlock to disintegrate and melt the deadly neurotoxin next to him!
"Roar!!!"
Painhurs raised his pale front hoofs high, ready to kick the opponent's hind paws, but the green scale evil dragon was faster! Mortalian squirmed his slender, elegant neck, turned his head, and screamed at the white horse! That terrifying sound, wrapped in surging arcane power, tore through the grass under your feet, and set off pieces of soft ground, like a terrifying stormy sea, and scraped Painhurs' pale body.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from the sideburns of the warchief. Hundreds of vines with the thickness of wrists, like a dancing python and emerald tentacles, instantly tore the ground under his feet and rushed up high. The high sky, then wrapped around his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons!
With the passage of time, more and more thorns and vines roared, twisted, and flew toward themselves, submerging the pale sorcerer in a green hell!
Monster hold surgery.
Looking at the pale white horse, unable to move because of the terrible hallucinations implanted in the depths of the brain by his own spell-like ability, Mortalian let out a long sigh of relief, and the terrifying face of the dragon burst out a victory. Smile.
Wait—Painhurs' slender front hoofs are not entwined with the dark dead fog that symbolizes midnight strokes... Then why does he raise his front legs and assume an offensive posture? !
The smile of the lord of Youlin Huahai suddenly solidified in the air, as if thinking of some terrible truth. At this moment, a loud noise erupted in the air, and a little devil trembling all over his body suddenly showed his scarlet body on top of his huge body.
And he, on the slender and terrifying sting like a scorpion, was entangling a cloud of dark smoke full of death energy.
"Painhurs! I will only help you once for such a dangerous thing! Don't look for me next time! Ah ah ah!!!"
Magnus' voice was unusually sharp and out of tune because of fear and tremor. If it hadn't witnessed the terrifying damage of the night's caress, the scarlet little devil would never show up to help.
Motarian's eyes widened in horror. Last time, the scarlet Magnus ran back to Skerrit's Glory to report the letter. He had no corresponding information from the opponent at all. The Familiar was caught off guard! I could only watch the scarlet thorns entwined with the black mist, piercing deeply into my spine!
"boom!!!"
[Dual cast, powerful super magic, super magic super magic, night's caress]
With a terrifying loud noise, the backbone of the green scale evil dragon, centered on Magnus's claws, was densely packed, covered with hundreds of horrible fissures, and countless broken green scales fell from the mountains. A strong muscle was torn apart by midnight's touch, and from the blood-colored crevice, a cloud of black mist rose up into the sky.
Motarian let out a painful roar, almost one-fifth of his body was torn and destroyed by the necromantic magic blessed by the four gods. The dripping dragon blood, like a scarlet waterfall, fell from the sky, just pouring on the body of the warchief.
"Roar!!!"
At this moment, Christina, who was burning with a bloody mist, also returned to the battlefield, and Horus, slammed against Mortarian's dragon head, the two-handed giant sword entwined with the bloody magic fire, and resounded With Wanjun Thunder's Grey Wolf Warhammer, one up and down, one forward and one later, it hit the opponent's neck with heavy blows!
In an instant, thousands of green scale fragments that were blasted into powder by the warhammer, accompanied by a stern, terrifying blood spray, bloomed on the battlefield!
Mortarian began to panic. He had a psychological shadow on the casters since he was a child. Above the Danube, he brought a group of Germanic war gangs and was almost killed by the spellcasters of the Roman Empire. The black history appeared again in the green scale evil. In front of the dragon's eyes-he always held deep hatred, prejudice and fear towards these guys playing with spells.
Motarian let out a panicked roar, thousands of crimson pastures thirsty for blood, like endless blood-colored giant pythons, poking out their heads from the weight of corpses, entangled and swallowed everyone around Human flesh and blood! From a distance, it looked like a blood-colored lake being boiled!
The bloody green scale evil dragon, enduring the severe pain in the neck and back, yelled, and ordered the dancing sea of grass to spread out to the sides, set aside a flying runway for itself, and tried to pull away from the enemies. distance. Horus let out a roar, and he broke free in an instant, tearing hundreds of blood-colored pastures, but there were thousands of blood-colored giant pythons densely wrapped around his arms!
Everyone was trapped in this dense, frantically dancing sea of scarlet grass, struggling to move forward.
"Except for the Roman mage, this is the first time I have received such a serious trauma! First, distance yourself, and after recovering from the injury, I will settle accounts with that man and horse!"
Mortarian chose the best way to deal with it right now. He endured the severe pain on his body. With four slender and graceful dragon claws, he took the terrifying steps of the shaking and swaying across the entire battlefield. With every breath, he The huge wound on the back will spew more warm blood! Behind the dragon, a long bloody trail was left.
The green scale evil dragon let out a painful roar, a pair of huge fleshy wings, in the process of flapping fans, rolled up a raging storm, ready to fly into the high sky, to the blue that can't be touched by the horses and werewolves. Dome.
One of the most loyal believers of Nurgle, Motarian has a recovery ability comparable to that of a troll. The cracked wound that occupies one-fifth of his body is slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. On the neck, the blood-colored cracks marked by Christina, the dragon scales and cervical vertebrae that were smashed by Horus, are slowly healing as before.
At this moment, a beautiful, pitch-black figure joined the battlefield. Hernivale, like a ghost, quietly avoided the green dragon's eyeliner, and her dark and slender arms supported her with the surging magical energy in her body. The drow elves exploded in all directions, immediately triggering a torrent of arcane arts, like a ruin, letting the dancing scarlet python limp to the ground, and the immobile chieftain regained his consciousness. .
"Hurry up! Painhurs!"
After finally getting rid of Magnus who was entangled in hell, he yelled nervously.
"Damn, damn, damn! That guy, that green dragon can regenerate! If you let him run away, our hard work and our adventures will be wasted! Hurry up and find a way to stop that guy!"
Pain Hess grabbed the drow and held his teacher on his shoulders. While the green dragon ran away, he thought about the strategy quickly-Ghoul Touch, useless, blood blade technique, out of reach, intertwined. Blade... Damn it, isn't there one that can block the opponent's flying spells!
"I said, this is the time, how can you sit on my horseback?"
Herniwell said frantically. He understands Painhurs's move of taking her to run quickly and quickly shortening the cast range, but she can't understand. Her student would rather carry herself with one hand than put her on the generous and handsome man. On horseback.
"I said, my horse is already carrying the goddess of luck, so I can't tolerate other women!"
Painhurs' eyes suddenly lit up, and the golden crown of the nine demons danced wildly, suddenly bursting out with a faint pink light!
"Roar!!!"
A sound of the dragon roar resounded through the sky, resounding through the sky again, but this dragon roar was different from Mortalian's arrogant and arrogant laugh, but a red dragon, the overbearing bloodthirsty mad dragon roar.
Theodoric lifted the petrification of his body, dragged his scarred crimson dragon body, and appeared under Mortarian's claws at almost instantaneous speed. He raised his dragon head and opened it. To the limit, the mouth of the blood basin, like the hot molten volcanic crater, is boiling frantically!
It's to eat the opponent's flames and spit, fly to high altitude to slowly recover from the injury, or while the opponent hasn't finished breathing, use his super-sized body that is at least two or three laps larger than this young red dragon, and directly crush the top of Taishan Mountain and crush him. Bones?
Motarian was thinking about the current situation frantically. If he carried the red dragon's breath, even if he flew into the sky-if the other party carried those damn things into the sky, he would still be unsafe! The scary injury behind it will take at least ten minutes to completely heal!
If you don't kill this werewolf mage now, you may not have a chance in the future!
The lord of Youlin Huahai let out a bloodthirsty roar, treacherous and cunning golden vertical pupils, covered with a crazy blood mist, his green wings that obscured the sky, stopped flapping, and the whole dragon looked like a green The meteor screamed and smashed on Theodoric's body! The violent impact raised the dust in the sky!
"boom!!!"
"Damn it! It's that white horse's illusion again-when will he be like me, can play such a realistic mirage!!!"
Looking at the red dragon phantom that was crushed and crushed by one's own blow, Motarian was about to crack! The dragon is not a hummingbird, it can rise and fall vertically. Like an airplane, it needs a long runway to achieve sufficient acceleration for takeoff!
However, behind him, the damn white horse carried the damn dragonborn and killed himself. Horus transformed into a giant wolf form, allowing him to run at a speed comparable to that of a man and horse, and both of them went down and burned. With the bloody mare, it is getting closer and closer to herself!
Above the sky, the Lord of Gray Mane played with two sharp machetes and aimed at the terrible scar that was torn out by the caress of midnight on Motarian's back.
Chapter 245: Battle of the Three Kings (10)
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Motarian looked around at the enemies pouring in from all directions. The golden vertical pupils revealed infinite fear of death. On the tall body like a mountain, every emerald green scale was trembling crazily because of fear. .
"Painhurs! I think you are a wise man. If you think about it, killing me, what good will it do to your centaur race? Me! Mortarian, is the only reason for you to unite with those puppies. Once the disaster of green skin is resolved, do you think those humans in dog skins will fight alongside you?"
The warchief narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to run forward, four slender and strong pale horseshoes, like a winter storm, ordinary naked eyes can only see the swift afterimages.
The Lord of Youlin Huahai did not open his mouth to speak, but used arcane arts as a medium, sending his very charming magnetic voice into the depths of his mind.
"Painhurs! Take a look at your current situation! Now, there are only three centaurs around you, and a dragon-veined hybrid, and what about the other party? A mighty mage, a terrible predator, and a legendary Cangqing. Giant wolf!
Imagine if you waste all your precious spell slots on me, just in case! I mean if that dog bites you back, can you guarantee your own safety from their fangs and claws?
Well, even if you don't think about your own safety, you have to consider the safety of your spouse and your people! Otherwise, what kind of a competent leader are you? ! A qualified warchief? ! "
Painhurs' handsome and pale face became a little struggling and twisted. The spell he was about to chant also stopped.
Indeed, as Mortarian said, the centaurs and the werewolves are not monolithic. The formation of the coalition this time is entirely because the power of the orcs is too terrifying. The two families even attacked each other a few months ago. Stained with the blood of the other party.
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"Horus! The mighty Blue Wolf King! Look at your current situation!"
Motarian had dual purposes, and at the same time planted the thoughts that they feared most and were least willing to mention in the depths of the two leaders' minds.
"Look at your surroundings! Noble Supreme King! There is only a black wolf with a broken leg and a dying mage beside you, and where are the horses and horses? Almost twice as many as yours! The pale beast at the head , The arcane power under your control is even more unfathomable-the most terrifying thing is that your army of werewolves, away from their supreme king, is separated by an army of greenskins and horses! Once an accident happens, there is no rescue at all!
If I die, do you think that the vile and treacherous leader of the people would give up such a good opportunity? Will he kill you and me and dominate the fertile soil of Gredinian? "
The pace of Horus swinging his hammer and charging could not help but stagnate. The words of the Lord of the Sea of Flowers and Flowers, like a sharp knife, slammed through his psychological defense.
The blue giant wolf hesitated to deflect its head, scarlet pupils, and vigilantly looked at the white horse beside him - the opponent's dark eyes, which looked like an abyss, were also looking at him. Between his eyebrows, he was full of anxiety and suspiciousness.
Seeing the two leaders, under his own provocation, a crack immediately appeared, Motarian added a lot of energy, and sent his charming voice into the ears of the other party, trying to bring this fragile alliance , Completely torn in half.
"The leader of blood fury! The co-lord of the seven races! Great Chief Painhus! I, the lord of the forest and the sea of flowers, Mortarian is willing to form an alliance with you! I will fight with you against the threat of the werewolves! Centaur, green skin, We join hands and fight together, and the world will be invincible!"
"Winter's wolf! King of mankind! Horus Lupecar! I, the lord of the forest and the sea of flowers, Mortarian is willing to form an alliance with you! Together with you against the threat of men and horses! Werewolves, greenskins, we Hand in hand and fight together, the world will be invincible!"
The green scale evil dragon is like a patient with late schizophrenia, talking with two people at the same time, his attitude is extremely sincere, even with some crying cavities in his words, a look of convincing conviction!
"If you are not at ease, I am willing to sign a contract with you! Become your subordinate! You need to know! The life of the dragon is much higher than that of you mortals. We are willing to spend some insignificant time in our lives to accompany some mortals, Witness a glorious and splendid history-with my help, it will be easy for you to conquer Gredinian and even the entire Salmatia steppe! Warchief!"
"If you are not at ease, I am willing to sign a contract with you! Become your subordinate! You need to know! The life of the dragon is much higher than that of you mortals. We are willing to spend some insignificant time in our lives to accompany some mortals, Witness a glorious and splendid history-with my help, it will be easy for you to conquer Gredinian and even the entire Salmatia steppe! The High King!"
The green dragon's horrifyingly forked red tongue like a poisonous snake, and the rhetoric, sometimes even beneficial to the sword, had shaken the minds of the two leaders in just a few words.
"Wait, why didn't he say it directly, but used magic such as communication to send it to my ears?"
Pain Hess bit his lips tightly, his brain ran wildly, Mortarian's tempting proposal, and Horus's complicated eyes looking at him—could it be that the green dragon was using the same Trick, corrupting Horus' thoughts?
Damn it! If this is the case, even if I reject Mortarian's proposal, in case the wolf accepts the other party's invitation to form an alliance, and stabbed me in the back... The blue wolf is in the Greymane clan Li Kai Wushuang smashed the gray falcon with one blow, and shattered the scroll of the descendants of God's choice with his claws, but it was vividly visible.
Moreover, in the future displayed by that strange god, it was these beastly werewolves that crushed his own race.
On the other side, the Cangqing Wolf King also thought of the questions that the white white horse could think of, and felt his hair horrified. What if the bloody white horse suddenly betrayed the covenant? The damage caused by the great chief's hoof down, even the adult dragon, had to choose to avoid the edge for a while.
The eyes of the white horse and the gray wolf looking at each other became more and more jealous, watching their own conspiracy succeed, a green scale evil dragon with a cowering appearance, and a smile that succeeded in the conspiracy.
Above the golden crown of the nine demons dancing wildly, a light pink light burst out suddenly.
Relying on the speed advantage, Painhurs took the lead to come to Motarian's claws. He threw away the weapon in his hand and held up his hands without any weapons to show his sincerity.
The warchief looked up at the huge emerald green mountain in front of him and exclaimed.
"Motarian! I agree to your request! From today, you and I will go hand in hand and gallop together on this land!"
"Roar!!!"
Horus' pupils shrank sharply to the size of a pinpoint. The thing he feared most still appeared. Just as the Green Scaled Evil Dragon said, he opened the portal with a few elites, almost spanning the entire battlefield! It is seriously out of touch with the soldiers under his men. At this moment, the centaurs and the greenskins have reached an agreement, no matter how strong they are, they will be completely overwhelmed by the mighty army!
Thinking of this, Horus exploded with a terrifying roar, touched all four paws on the ground, and flew towards the white horse! A fragile spellcaster is easier to tear apart than an adult dragon.
Mortarian laughed, looking down at the tiny creatures under him, arrogantly watching two Gretinian's top powerhouses, and fighting together, Painhurs had a word in his mouth, trying to release a spell, but he Ruth's speed was faster, like a blue lightning, bursting beside him...?
"Mottarian, do you really think that you can play with everyone between applause? Control everyone's body? Play with everyone's mind? It's ridiculous!!! You think we are knowing the beast Onardo After the end of the game, will I still form an alliance with you?! Just now, I also used voice transmission to say a word to Horus: Think about the end of the beast Onardo!!!"
The warchief finished casting the spell and stretched out his left hand that contained surging magic power-I saw that his pale palm was cut with a terrible rift by arcane magic, and blood containing evil magic power dripped like a waterfall. The opponent is entwining the warhammer of Wanjun Thunder!
Blood Blade Technique!
"Motarian! Your danger and corruption to our country will end today!"
Horus let out a terrifying roar, a terrifying giant hammer, accompanied by a deafening thunder roar, entangled with thousands of electric currents, and the blood-colored unknown light, hit the green dragon's chest heavily! For a time, thousands of broken dragon scale fragments, accompanied by blossoming blood flowers, drifted around.
When the warchief pulled out the sword of natural disasters, he issued a terrifying scream of death, and the long sword that was also entwined with pale electric current, suddenly resembling a ghost, illusory, ethereal, Motarian's solid dragon scales, in the phantom The front of the long sword seemed to be empty, the long sword was wrapped in thousands of terrifying thunder snakes, directly inserted into the opponent's front paw!
Ghost strike.
"Hoho Ho Ho!!!"
Motarian's limbs supported the ground, and the whole person leaped back. At the same time, the two of them were able to pass through his dense horrible dragon teeth, and found the dark green death poisonous fog in the depth of each other's throat. .
"Magnus!"
The pale warlock exhaled loudly, and accompanied by a loud "pop", the scarlet little devil suddenly appeared on top of the green scale evil dragon.
The lord of the sea of flowers in the forest is preparing a death breath that can corrode the flesh and blood. Magnus glanced contemptuously. It's ridiculous. To touch a spell requires contact between the caster and the familiar. A little devil without Night's Caress? A nasty mosquito, kill the white horse first and then...
Suddenly, Mortalian's expression froze. Accompanied by surging arcane fluctuations, the white horse and the red devil exchanged their positions in an instant! His breath attack, aimed at Horus, and the Scarlet Devil who disappeared again, and Pain Hess, instead of Magnus, appeared above his head! Like a pale meteor, falling down fiercely!
Along with the blue light beams erupting from the Nine Devil Golden Crown, Painhurs's slender and strong front hooves were instantly wrapped in the midnight black fog that represents death!
King car translocation!
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