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Chapter 246: Fragile Covenant
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Accompanied by a horrible muffled sound, solid horseshoes fell from the sky, hitting heavily on the emerald dragon scales, the black mist entwining the pale limbs, and the screaming of thousands of ghosts. The top of the head burst open!
The dark and illusory poisonous snakes, centered on Painhurs, follow the scales of the green dragon and spread wildly in all directions! Wherever he went, the sound of broken dragon scales, the tearing of flesh and blood, and the screaming screams in the black mist, mixed together to form a gloomy and miserable death chorus.
"Papa."
A green scale torn by the black mist fell in front of Horus. Then, the second piece! The third piece! Countless broken and broken dragon scale debris, like an emerald rainstorm, fell from the sky! Immediately afterwards, the flesh and blood of the lord of the sea of flowers of the forest, like a dry earth exposed to the scorching sun, cracked a series of terrible scars, releasing a series of black fog that soared to the sky!
Accompanied by the broken scales and flesh, countless warm dragon blood also poured out this terrible wound, instantly submerging Painhurs' knees, falling from the sky like a waterfall of blood.
"Roar!!!"
Mortarian twisted his neck in pain, and the terrible wound almost exposed his entire head! The Lord of Youlin Huahai just wanted to fight back, but the Chief Chief emptied his five fingers and grabbed it lightly—the turbulent blood-colored waterfall, the howling green evil dragon in pain, and the entire noisy battlefield were all plunged into horror. The state of stagnation, everything in the vicinity, turned into eternal silence.
In the deadly world, only the warchief can act-he has pulled himself into the present for the next three seconds.
There was no time to delay, Painhurs chanted the screaming spell of the Necromancy school again, and when time returned to normal, he stepped the second night caress on the damaged skull of the opponent. !
"boom!!!"
The warchief, who was "borrowed" for three seconds by his past self, immediately lost his eyes and fell into a dizzy state. Accompanied by Motarian's unconscious dragon head, his neck fell heavily into the blood lake. The sky was full of bright red waves.
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"It is indeed the guy I chose! Although magic is used, this hearty close combat, this bloody and beautiful picture-I, recognize your power."
In a distant and terrifying chaos, eighty-eight rivers of blood, with countless mutated skulls, fell from the sky, and gathered on the ground into a hideous and terrifying crimson lake. In the middle of the lake, a terrifying figure that reaches the sky and the earth sits on a throne made of brass, passing a small piece of tranquil lake, gazing at the battle between the horses and the green dragon.
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"Sure, succeeded?"
When the dragon died, under the shadow of his wings, the shivering centaurs, werewolves, and even the greenskin all returned to normal. Adding up to more than 30,000 allied forces, the orc army regiment of less than 30,000 was surrounded in the middle. The beast Leonardo, who was hidden by Mortarian, also knelt on the ground in pain, beating his head with both hands, trying to relieve the trauma of tearing the spirit and soul with the pain of the flesh.
Painhurs, who was regaining his consciousness, slowly erected his scarlet body from the lake of dragon blood, breathing in the fresh air, the dragon blood on the ground, like boiling acid, let himself down and down. Feel the piercing pain! After killing Mortarian, the arcane blood rushing through his body became more and more surging, smashing more shackles that sealed the powerful technique!
The pupils, which were as dark as an abyss, burst out with bursts of blue light, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, they changed to a faint golden color. The round vertical pupils were gradually pulled into narrow vertical pupils, just like , The ghost of the dead master of the sea of flowers.
"Finally, have you killed this dragon?"
Painhurs let out a sigh of relief, but at this moment, the sudden change occurred!
The blue sky, accompanied by a terrifying loud noise, was torn into a huge gap by unknown power! Hundreds of bloated, swollen dark green tentacles, accompanied by suffocating poisonous clouds, tore through the dome of the world, rendering the sky dark green of death.
Hundreds of vines spitting out poisonous vines quietly fell to the ground, like horrible giant pythons. They grabbed the corpse of the icy green dragon, lifted his whole dragon high, stuffed it in, and disappeared. After the rift, the torn gap in the sky gradually healed, leaving only the dragon blood on the ground, proving the death of the lord of the sea of flowers in the forest.
Everyone raised their necks dumbfounded and stared at the terrifying disaster, shocked and speechless.
"That...I heard that after the demon is defeated in the physical world, the devil will not die, but will be driven back to the abyss-their ghastly, dirty and fallen lair, could it be said that this grown-up green dragon, Actually a demon disguised as a dragon???"
Theodoric touched the petrified husk and recovered his flesh and blood body. He did not touch and deform, and still maintained the form of a red dragon, like a crimson mountain range one size smaller, slowly walking to the side of everyone.
"I don't know, it's the first time I have encountered this kind of thing."
Painhurs looked up at the sky, and then at the back of his hand-just now, there was a red light beam that passed through the cracks in the sky and hit the back of his left hand. Now, the dark eight-pointed star is half of it. The stars flashed with chaotic light, two awns were azure blue, and two awns were scarlet.
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"Victory, let us cheer for this hard-won victory!!!"
Horus gradually awakened from this paradox. He looked up to the sky and laughed, celebrating the victory of the war. Thirty thousand were panicked. The green skin of the dragons without a leader was heavily surrounded. After losing the control of Motarian, those capable The war chief who controlled the situation was all plunged into chaos and confusion. The victory of this war was already in his pocket.
"Long live Horus!!!"
The great predator roared in excitement. He guided the energy of divine arts, sharp wolf claws, entangling the vigorous green light, and slowly healed himself and the red dragon's injuries. The green giant wolf also clenched the warhammer tightly. The wooden handle slowly walked towards Painhes in the blood pool, and stretched out his right hand friendly towards the opponent.
"Congratulations, friend, today, we have joined forces to defeat a powerful enemy! Today, we killed a dragon! Today, our deeds are sung by the bard through the ages! Today's victory belongs to every werewolf, every man and horse. "
"I have a proposal, the Supreme King. Our covenant can be one step closer! You and I work together to rule this fertile land. People, horses, werewolves, fight together, and the entire northern grassland will surrender to the weeping skull. Blood, under the banner of the wolf holding the moon."
Seeing the dragon disaster finally ended, the Pale Warlock also let out a long sigh of relief, and grasped Horus's outstretched wolf paw.
"But I refuse."
Horus nodded regretfully. At the moment Painhurs hadn't reacted, the warhammer on his left paw suddenly burst into a thunderous thunder! A stern arc was drawn in the air, hitting the chest of the warchief!
"puff!!!"
The Pale Warlock was caught off guard. At least six ribs were smashed by the warhammer. The terrifying golden thunder snake violently collapsed inside his body, paralyzing every inch of flesh and blood. The legendary giant wolf's full blow, directly The man and horse weighing one ton blasted into the air and fell into the depths of the blood lake tens of feet away!
"Stop those people!"
Diodoric let out a roar, and the mouth of the sulphurous blood basin flashed a dangerous bloody light once! The tyrannical wind, enveloping the terrifying dragon flames, spewed from the depths of his throat, like a stormy sea composed of raging fire, sweeping across the sky and the earth, completely engulfing Sister Christina!
Abaddon also wielded his red-hot two-handed giant sword, forcing Herniwell to retreat again and again, getting farther and farther away from Painhurs!
"Warchief, I, Horus, approve of your power! You are a cunning politician, an excellent general, and a terrible warlock! Therefore, I can't let your troops continue to develop and grow! Our alliance will end!
Horus laughed loudly, raised his two-handed warhammer with his left hand, and made him spin crazily along his left paw, making a terrifying whistling sound in the air!
"Look, now your spell slot is almost exhausted, and you are badly injured by the green dragon and me. You are dying. If you don't kill you now, let your men and women have no leader. In the future, there will be no such good opportunities! Those who do not grasp the good opportunities, Will be condemned by God!"
"Wow--"
Painhurs spit out a pool of dripping blood again, even spit out some visceral meat scraps, and the golden vertical pupils were covered by a layer of death shadow. He has considered the betrayal of the werewolf, and therefore set up many preparatory plans, even throwing out the bait to rule the world...
But, who knows, Horus is so decisive! When Mortarian was expelled back to the abyss, the orcs were not even strangled, and there were still more than 20,000 remnants of the party, just do it!
"I will bury you in your hometown, Painhurs. This is my last respect for you-Gredinian belongs to the Gothic Kingdom! You monsters, foreign races, even corpses, don't want to stay My country, above my land."
The Cyan Wolf King's warhammer was held high, but at the moment it fell, Painhurs once again used the king's car to translocate and exchanged positions with Magnus. The scarlet little devil hurriedly flapped his wings and avoided this attack. , And rushed to the high sky.
"Ho...Horus! Sorry, I left a hand...Do you think that I will only have a halo of horror for the six-ring spell?"
The warchief weakly stretched out an arm, aimed at the opponent's heart, and grabbed it hard. In a short time, the blue giant wolf felt a cold palm and gently touched his heart, that kind of gloomy and cold death touch, instantly It spread all over his limbs and a hundred skeletons, making every wolf hair tremble slightly in horror!
Heart freezes to death
"Is this your trump card? Necrotic spells with instant-death effects? Ha! In front of you, the Gothic King! Gredinian is the real master! How could you kill this monster playing witchcraft? Die me!"
Horus staggered and fell to his knees, stroking his left chest, feeling lingering in his heart. Although he resisted this terrifying death, the necklace he had been hanging on his neck, but Inexplicably wrapped in the ice of death, he fell into a pool of blood and shattered into countless pieces of crystal clear debris.
"Go to death, warchief!"
Horus struggled to stand up, wielding the thunder hammer, like a blue meteor, charging at full speed in the lake of dragon blood structure! Set off two waves of scarlet and brilliant blood!
Chapter 247: The Price of Power
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Painhurs weakly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and chanted a gloomy mantra with difficulty, first the orcs, then the greenskins, and his high-level spells were almost exhausted! This state of confrontation with a legendary giant wolf is simply a desperate situation.
Two blasphemous tentacles constructed of flesh and blood and arcane energy, once again wriggling its slender, illusory and terrifying body, stretched out from Painhes's body. Assist the pale warlock and cast some contact-type necromancy spells. At the top of the tentacles, the two bone claws entwined with illusory energy are so pale and hideous.
Seeing the blue giant wolf stepping on blood, the warchief chanted again. The two illusory death bone claws suddenly burst out with a stern, terrifying blood-colored light, which was rendered as a scarlet ghost hand, easily piercing through the firmness. His white dragon scale armor and mythril chain mail pierced deeply into Horus' flesh and blood, sucking the blood of the Supreme King, and instantly transported it back to Painhess body through the blood-stained blasphemous tentacles.
When Horus rushed to the pale warlock, the warchief had already regained his vitality with the help of vampire touch, and stood up tenaciously again, holding the hilt wrapped in green vines with both hands, and waving the sword of natural disasters. Smashed heavily with the Thunder Hammer!
"boom!!!"
The swords and hammers intersect, and the deafening sound of thunder resounds through the sky! The pale and golden electric current intertwined, instantly illuminating the small half of the battlefield! Horus, who held a hammer in one hand, did not move, but the warchief, who held a sword in both hands, retreated again and again under the heavy blow of the opponent. With four horseshoes, they trampled the ripples of their debut in the lake of dragon blood.
"It's close enough."
Pain Hess showed a hideous smile, the golden crown of the nine demons dancing wildly, suddenly burst out a terrible pink light, his left hand instantly propped up a force field shield, the surface of the shield was densely lined with various patterns. Kind of Thunder Rune. With his right hand, he directly pierced the sword of natural disasters entwined with pale electric current into the blood pool under his feet!
In an instant, the terrifying thunder snakes seemed to have rushed out of the imprisoned pale demons, roaring, neighing, and screaming, galloping freely in the lake of dragon blood! Crackling!
The thunder shield that the warchief used in advance absorbed the pale electric current under his feet, and Horus was caught off guard by this blow. The thunderous thunder, along his ankle, bombarded every inch of his body.
The pale blue wolf hair was scorched into pitch black by the high temperature attached to the thunder, and the muscles on the whole body were also stiff and paralyzed by the pale electric current.
"Roar!!!"
Painhurs erupted with a terrifying roar. The metal blade of the natural disaster's sword suddenly turned into an illusory ghost form. The blue wolf reluctantly lifted the warhammer and tried to block the opponent's attack. However, the ghost sword The blade directly penetrated the wooden hammer handle and the indestructible triple armor. Accompanied by the deafening thunder of thunder, the blade of the pale current entangled directly on the opponent's left shoulder, bursting out a bright blood spray!
"Sizzle!"
Suffering from this heavy damage, the Supreme King did not let out a scream. His horrible right claw was as sharp as a razor, which directly tore Painhes's left shoulder. The bone-white claw was stained with blood from centaurs and horses.
Gorell, who was flying in the air, was shocked by the change of the werewolf. She was speechless for a while. She tried to reinforce the warchief. However, the scene of the last fight with Horus is vividly visible-the other party took over her at full speed with one hand. The charging lance, five terrifying wolf claws, drew five stern arcs in the air, almost tore his own chest!
The six limbs of the gray falcon shivered with fear. She made the most sensible choice in an instant-flew at full speed over the hunting ground of the dragon, and came to the battlefield where the men and horses and werewolves encircled the greenskins, calling for the assistance of the friendly army!
The werewolf army is in the west and north. People of the seven races are located in the east and south. Surrounded by a mighty green flood. However, Horus' action to tear up the covenant was too fast, even their own soldiers did not react, and they still joined forces with the half-man and half-horse fighters to fight against the greenskins.
Chief Greymane did not intend to reveal this secret to them. She quickly found the elite troops with gray falcons and ordered them to guard against the werewolves, continue to encircle and wipe out the greenskins, and then sprint to the east with hundreds of the most powerful and brave warriors.
On the other side, one black and one red, two vigorous figures rushed out of the dragon flames. Christian propped up an energy barrier to protect himself and his sister from the flames and was blackened by the smoke. Christina, who uttered a loud roar, took out the heavy crossbow made by the warchief in her left hand, and shot a heavy crossbow.
Theodoric had just finished the spit of the flame dragon's breath, and was caught off guard for a time. The hot tongue was directly pierced by an arrow, and it was nailed to his jaw, and a miserable blood burst out.
After a long war, the gray old wolf's transformation spell finally failed. The terrifying red dragon, like a burning fire, and like a dying bubble, gradually dissipated, leaving only one. The blood-stained crossbow bolt, and an old wolf whose tongue was pierced.
Theodoric immediately chanted the mysterious spell and tried to cast the dragon-changing technique again. However, his tongue was damaged and the wolf kiss was filled with dripping blood, which largely interfered with his casting. , Let the petite and lovely bard take out the noisy carillon from behind and knock it hard!
The sound waves engulfed in harsh noises spread around like a tide, and the old wolf was horrified to discover that this noise mixed with arcanes actually interfered and blocked his spell chanting!
And the rouge fierce horse burning with the mist of blood to the sky, accompanied by the sound of the earth-shaking horseshoes, wielding the huge sword, rushed to him, reflecting Lie Sun's two-handed huge sword on the chest of the mage, Crossed a brilliant blood trail.
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Herniwell dodged from the left to the right, trying to get away from the big predator, but Abaddon's attack was extremely swift. The long sword entwined with flames drew arcs of flames in the air, like a storm. He fell heavily on himself.
In order to resist the opponent's attack, the drow's slender and dark arms instantly covered a layer of fine dragon scales, and crossed defenses on his chest. Accompanied by a loud noise, the two-handed giant sword was burned into a scarlet look by the flames. , On the dark dragon scales, sparks shot out all over the sky.
Although the burning blade did not cut through the scales of the deep dragon, the terrifying impact broke the arm bones of the dark elf, making the dragon vein warlock flying into the distance like a kite with a broken line. .
"Stupid dog! Thank you for your attack! You can't get close to me a second time!"
Henieville endured the severe pain caused by the fracture of the bone, struggling to get up on the ground, and chanted the mysterious spell. Suddenly, she was stunned, and the big predator in front of her suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was That old gray wolf?
Christina let out an angry roar, unable to sing. She instantly superseded her with a low-level spell and swapped her position with Abaddon. The enemy in front of her was no longer a weak old mage. Is a terrible bloodthirsty butcher.
The sharp giant sword failed to tear the enemy's body, but was blocked by the great predator's giant sword. The metal blades rubbed against each other, bursting out a string of stern sparks. Both sides retreated a few steps at the same time, rounded the giant sword in their hands, and once again smashed the weapons in their hands together!
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"The High King! Our fight is not good for anyone!"
Painhurs retreated steadily under the storm-like offensive of the blue giant wolf, shouting at the Supreme King in front of him.
"Now you stop the attack in your hand, I can still fulfill my previous promise, you and I will rule Gredinian together, on the prairie, who can rebel against our edge?"
"Good point! Painhurs!"
The Cangqing Wolf King raised the giant hammer in his hand, squeezing the broken blood vessels with the muscles that were as tall as a hill, causing the wound on his left shoulder to splash more dripping blood.
However, Horus is like a painless beast, continuously attacking the white horse in front of him, and every time the giant hammer falls, it can splash the sky with blood.
"But, under Gredinian's sky, the people living on this land don't need two kings!"
"Then, I have nothing to say."
The warchief covered the wound on his left shoulder-wolf claws tore through the dark robe, the skin and flesh cut by Horus, rolled up to the sides, blood gurgling out like a stream, instantly wetted the last relic of Chao Song , He sighed, the chaotic octagonal corners on the back of his left hand flashed to the dark!
Painhurs was keenly aware that every time he uses the magical magic with the help of chaotic energy, his spirit, will, and even his soul will suffer permanent changes and even damage. However, when such magic is exhausted Under the circumstances, he had no choice.
"As you said, under Gredinian's sky, only I is the eternal king of this land!"
The warchief violently stretched out his left hand, and under the slender and pale horseshoe, a surging wave of chaos appeared out of thin air! That huge wave is made up of thousands of corpses, rising from the ground, a full twenty feet high! Thousands of corpses roared, roared, wailed, and instantly drowned the wolf! They stretched out the scrawny hands of death, destroying everything about the Supreme King on both the physical and spiritual levels.
"Ashes are wiped out... the priest's magic?"
Horus let out a terrible roar, and the sledgehammer and claws ripped out a stern arc in the air. Although his body was so miserable and messy by the wave of death, his spirit was even more severely hit, but , With his strong physique, the Supreme King insisted on resisting the second death blow of the man and horse!
"Roar!!!"
The Cangqing giant wolf broke through the wave of death, and with two claws, the whole wolf jumped directly into the high sky! He held the terrifying warhammer in both hands at the same time, falling from the sky like a meteor, and the target was directed at the head of the centaur! He was convinced of the weakness of the warchief. This time, he must be able to bombard his skull into hundreds of sharp fragments!
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Chapter 248: The Fall
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Painhurs raised his head calmly, watching the blue giant wolf leaping high, and the golden electric current entwined on the warhammer, accompanied by the deafening thunder, tore out a string of extremely bright in the air. Lightning sparks!
He was already quite weak, and the four hoofs soaking in the blood pool trembled frantically, almost unable to support this ton of multi-strength fitness body, and couldn't avoid the blue giant wolf that fell from the sky like a meteor! This is already his last chance. If he fails, he will undoubtedly die.
In front of death, the warchief calmly threw away the long sword in his hand, curled his right hand into a claw shape, and gently tore it down, once again pulling the time of the next three seconds back to the present time.
In an instant, the clang of metal impact, the high-pitched roar of battle, the roar of thunder and lightning, all fell into a void of death, the splattering dragon blood, the crazy dancing electric current, the high-leaping wolf king, all were Frozen on a still picture scroll.
Painhurs lifted his left arm out of breath, chanting profane prayers almost desperately. The eight-pointed black star on the back of his hand burst out again with terrifying chaotic colors! A death wave composed of countless corpses, undead, and soaring into the sky once again, cheering, grinning, and roaring, completely engulfing the blue giant wolf!
Horus opened his eyes in horror. From his perspective, this wave of necromancy composed of thousands of bones appeared almost instantaneously, completely engulfing himself. First, slaughter the orcs. Then he fought fiercely with the green dragon, and finally screamed fiercely with the Centaur Chief, holding up two terrifying necromancy spells!
Although the Cangqing Giant Wolf held up a fierce and unmatched posture, every muscle on his body was extremely sore, like Painhurs, almost the end of the force.
Thousands of illusory ghosts and dead souls, like hungry beasts that choose people to devour, instantly swallow the Supreme King of the Goths! Swallowing and tearing every inch of Horus with his teeth and fingers.
The soldiers around, looking up at the scene of the sky, were dumbfounded.
Pain Hess led a horrible torrent of dead spirits, leaped into the high clouds, swallowing Horus, and when the wave of death that covered the sky dissipated, the green giant wolf was already invincible. The corpses counted are torn into the smallest pieces!
There was a patter of blood in the sky, and all of it poured on the head of the warchief. In addition to the blood, the flesh, fur, and even bones of the legendary wolf were all destroyed in the magic of death.
"Look, Herniwell, I've said it all, I carry the goddess of luck on my horseback, she will always look after me, the third time, and finally succeeded."
Seeing the giant wolf annihilated into ashes, Painhurs was relieved and finally heaved a long sigh of relief. The side effects of the rapid outbreak, as well as the accumulated injuries and fatigue for a long time, completely defeated the leader of the centaurs. He was pale and handsome. The body shook twice, and fell to the ground crashingly, hitting ripples on his debut in the lake of dragon blood.
"Do not!!!"
Theodoric roared desperately. He couldn't believe the fact that Horus was defeated and killed. He rushed into the blood pool, ignoring the drow warlock who was singing beside him, trying to kill or kidnap the comatose warchief. .
However, Gorell has brought her gray mane elite and killed it from the battlefield. One step ahead of the werewolf to protect the safety of the leader, the werewolf mage had no choice but to rush to the side of the great predator, his right paw tore the arcane door in the air, and he disappeared into the original with him. Ground.
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"Damn! Damn! How could your majesty die in the hands of that man and horse!!!"
With teleportation, Theodoric returned to the west of the battlefield, scratching his hair frantically, his old eyes filled with sad tears.
Suddenly, the old wolf chanted mysterious magic and used the power of arcane magic to modify his body shape. He saw that his skinny and haggard body became more burly and mighty, and his gray wolf hair turned into the blue one. Yan, the sharp right paw, has also become bigger and sharper, just like Horus.
Theodoric grabbed the big predator by the collar, looked at Abaddon's shocked face, and said viciously.
"Listen! Only you and I know the news of your majesty's death. You can't reveal it to anyone! With the military's distraction, none of the tens of thousands of elite werewolves ran away! Without this army, ours The royal palace was completely crushed by the horses! Listen! The one who died on the battlefield was Theodoric, he, in order to protect His Majesty the King! Now, I am Horus!"
Abaddon hesitated and nodded silently. The other party's plan is indeed the best method at present.
"Blow the horn of retreat! There is an orc in the middle, and the horses will not be chased for a while! Go! The whole army retreat! Return to Simferopol, return to Cesonsus!"
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After hearing the horn of retreat, this elite veteran consisting of the old Horus, the Gothic Forbidden Army, and the Daredevil Warriors immediately obeyed the order, using the servants as cannon fodder, and ordered them to stop the desperate greenskins. Monster, the whole army retreats to the west! Prepare to go through Dragonmaw Fort and return to his homeland.
However, before them, the news of the werewolf's betrayal was taken by the falcons of the Greymane clan to the Dragon's Roar. Theodoric discovered with horror that the gate of the castle was tightly closed, and the densely packed goblin slaves stood at the head of the city, holding up a spear thrower that could double the distance and damage of the javelin in their hands.
A beautiful figure appeared in the sea of goblins like a flock of chickens. The bright long orange hair, under the sunset glow, is as beautiful and splendid as a burning cloud. Above the beautiful face, to these corrupt and contaminated compatriots, they showed both sad and contemptuous expressions.
"Ah! Sha! Na!!!"
Theodoric let out an angry growl.
"Looking at the feelings of the past, open the door! The butcher knife in your hand is slashing at the neck of your compatriots! Could it be that your heart is as hard as a rock? Could it be that your body and soul have become those halves? The shape of a half-horse? Open the gates!!!"
"ready."
Asana said coldly. The densely packed goblins next to them smiled grimly and raised the spear thrower in their hands. As long as there is no life-threatening danger, these cruel and despicable little things are willing to create and appreciate the painful struggles and miserable wailings of any creature.
"Ashana! Even if you refuse to embrace our power, Your Majesty did not kill you, but exiled you! How did he treat you? Now, do you want to avenge your gratitude!"
The gray old wolf growled almost pleading. Those werewolf's vassals also found something was wrong, and the whole army of wolves retreated. With their scarce numbers, they couldn't stop the surging green-skin torrent at all! Those orcs, having discovered the weakness of the encirclement net, are attacking the western defense line at full speed! If you don't leave again, the werewolf will be attacked by both goblins and orcs at the door of Dragonmaw Fort!
"I will avenge my grace?! It was you who destroyed my country! Killed my loyal Supreme King! It was you who corrupted my closest compatriots! It was you who declared in public that I! Asana is no longer a Gothic kingdom. One of you! Today's situation is the path you bloodthirsty beasts choose yourself!"
Asana said sadly. Suddenly, she felt a sense of disobedience. Why did the blue giant wolf not claim to be self-proclaimed when talking about Horus expelling herself? Instead, use "Your Majesty?"
Thinking of this, the barbarian girl chanted a sacred prayer, with a finger on her left hand, a light golden magical pulse directly blasted on the body of the blue giant wolf, disintegrating and destroying all the magical structure of his body, bravely and capable of fighting. The Supreme King of China disappeared like a bubble of disillusionment. Standing in the same place, he was just an old man who described withered and trembling.
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At this time, Sister Christina also rushed into the dragon's blood pool that barely had a horse's legs. The petite and lovely Christian had to raise his head to prevent the blood from passing through the bridge of his nose. The twin sisters hurriedly picked up the unconscious warchief to prevent her lover from drowning in the dragon's blood.
"Damn, he used another swift burst, and he was directly in a coma in dragon blood!"
Christina looked at her spouse's abnormally swollen body, and the heart that almost stopped beating. Anxious tears were coming. Rouge Lima quickly dragged her lover out of the pool of blood, bent her knees forward, and withstood the chief's lungs , Pressing hard on his pale and strong back with both hands, trying to pour out the liquid accumulated in his lungs.
Cristian's hands are also full of vigorous natural energy, healing Painhurs' horrible injuries and alleviating his fatigue from a long battle. The two sisters assisted each other and finally awakened the pale chief.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not dead again...just fell asleep tired."
The warchief barely showed a confident smile. He tremblingly stretched out his left hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Christina's eyes-but, in the next second, Painhurs frowned solemnly.
Every time I use the chaotic energy, the pitch-black eight-pointed black star becomes more and more huge and hideous. Now, the eight straight starbursts are as hideous and twisted as flesh and blood tentacles, and the seven pitch-black tentacles almost cover the back of their hands, and the lowermost tentacles?
That thing was like a pitch-black poisonous snake, already extended to the elbow.
"How is the battle..."
"You killed the opponent's head wolf. However, Theodoric and Abaddon ran away, but don't worry."
Seeing that the leader finally regained consciousness, Gorell, who was standing by the guard, let out a long sigh of relief.
"I have already told the news of the werewolf betrayal to Asana, who is in charge of logistics, and the brothers and sisters of the seven races. They can't turn the sky over."
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Chapter 249: The Horn of Victory
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"Roar!!!"
Onardo the beast feels that there are a thousand sharp-pointed and claw-biting Skugs, gnawing at every inch of his own fragile nerves and blood vessels inside his skull.
However, WARBOSS was also in severe pain and regained his free will. The various magic arts that Mortarian had cast on him disappeared with his own death.
Green scale evil dragon, whispers softly in his ear, the fall of Panticapone, the collapse of the tower of the elves, the tearing of the covenant, the outbreak of the Battle of the Three Kings...
Oh my! What did you do so special? !
The beast Aonado endured the severe pain in his skull and stood up his huge body more than twelve feet high-the green-skinned army was surrounded by horses, trolls, and some goblins, every minute and every second, All tribesmen died tragically in the hands of their former allies!
Around him, a personal guard consisting of a hundred brutal big men wearing heavy armor and holding a super large axe was covering themselves and retreating to a safe place.
The beast Leonardo took off the steel helmet decorated with two horns, ten rough nails, and his bald scalp was torn with blood dripping. He tried to relieve the mental torment with the pain of his sex. He looked around. Countless big brothers who were manipulated and enslaved by the green dragon are experiencing the same pain and torture as him. The green-skinned army that has lost its leadership is collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye under siege from all sides!
"Beast Leonardo! Get out of me, you bastard! I know that you are controlled by the green dragon! Seeing from the previous love of fighting side by side, I, Painhurs, the warchief of centaur, give you one last time Chance to choose!"
The pale warlock, who was barely recovering his vitality, returned to the front line of the war between the horses and the greenskins under the support of Christina. He saw the twelve-foot-high dark green meat mountain at a glance. He was generally six or seven feet high. In the ocean of orcs, it looks like a flock of chickens, especially conspicuous.
"Are you going to fight your old friend until the last drop of blood is drained, or are we going to join hands again? Kill those wolf pups? In that case, you are still my most trusted ally."
Under the command of the great chief, countless heralds wearing light armor and carrying the banner of the Weeping Blood Skull also passed his orders down to the ears of the heads of hundreds of households, and the heads of hundreds of households were blowing. The horn on the waist commanded the brutal soldiers under him.
Accompanied by this ups and downs, the endless sound of the horn, the seven races raised their shields, slowly withdrew, and stopped fighting with the orcs. The greenskins looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while, and the orcs who had been fighting for several hours were also very tired. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the people and horses to slowly retreat, they breathed heavily and recovered their precious physical strength.
Onardo the beast looked around-although his green-skinned soldiers were brave and good at fighting, they were all wounded and exhausted, and it was meaningless to fight. What's more, the start of this war was originally the result of Mortarian manipulating him and fought side by side twice in a row. The Evil Flame Chief thought Pain Hess was a more reliable "friend".
"Old friend!"
Pain Hess spoke again, speaking with a deep voice.
"Listen to me, you don't have to be ashamed of surrender! This war was originally wrong. Didn't we have agreed before that everyone should fight side by side and advance and retreat together?"
The beast Leonardo gritted his teeth and squeaked his teeth. The opponent was considered to have given enough face, but, as an orc, surrendered like an enemy in war? What is your face as WARBOSS?
"Trust me! Friends! You and I will join hands, and there will be even greater wars in the future, even more terrifying enemy forces, waiting for you to fight with your boys!"
"I, I am the best choice for wool! I am the master of Greenskins!"
The green mountain, more than four meters tall, lifted two terrifying two-handed giant axes high, making a deafening roar of terror!
"Boys! The goal changed! We re-allied with the troops."
Beast Onardo sighed and was thoroughly persuaded by the other party, and then racked his brains, following the steps given by the other party, trying to find a way to say surrender more respectfully.
Damn it, I just became a WARBOSS of the four orc war gangs, how can I die here!
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With the surrender of the beast Onardo, the remaining more than 20,000 greenskins stopped fighting with the men and horses. The warchief quickly split the army present into two teams. From the beginning of the war to the present, the exhausted four A bloody anger and thousands of households, rested on the spot, frantically chewing on the soybeans and dried meat that he carried with him, supplementing the exhausted physical strength.
The warriors of other clans have a little better energy than blood fury. After a short period of trimming, more than 7,000 horses and men lined up in a neat battle line, accompanied by the rain of arrows that obscured the sky and the sun, and they rushed to the west. The terrifying hoof sound shook the earth, and the bloodthirsty battle roar resounded through the sky!
"Horus is dead! Horus is dead! Horus is dead!!!"
The wolves are now in an extremely embarrassing situation. They are blocked in front of the fortress. Behind them, countless people and horses, accompanied by the trembling earth, are getting closer and closer to them. His Majesty the High King suddenly became a rumor. Theodoric who was killed in the battle? And those people, what are they shouting in lingua franca?
"The Supreme King is dead???"
"Theodoric, this is the last chance."
Asana raised her right hand high and looked at the dirty and bloodthirsty compatriots under the city wall after the beastization mutated. The last trace of kindness in her eyes was gradually dissipating.
The gray old wolf sighed, lowered his proud head, slowly raised a pair of furry wolf claws, but he chanted a mysterious spell in a low voice.
"Then you asked for this."
Asana keenly felt the arcane fluctuations, and with a wave of her right hand, thousands of goblins immediately cheered loudly! With a short, thin arm like a bamboo pole, he immediately waved a spear thrower made of wooden sticks and bones. With this simple tool, the length of the lever of the arm was almost doubled. The flying distance of the short spear was almost doubled. The damage has also increased exponentially!
Accompanied by the cruel grin of the goblin, countless sharp short spears whizzed through the evening sky. The dense short spears, like a continuous line of downpours, are like swarms of natural disaster locusts, accompanied by creepy screaming sounds from the sky, splashing blood in the sky among the werewolf's army!
Theodoric was directly torn and pierced by seven short spears, and the chanting of spells was also interrupted by severe pain. It struggled to rise to the sky and howled, trying to save his people with a spell, but, The sharp short spear directly pierced his heart, and the terrifying potential energy wrapped around the spear knocked the old wolf to the ground.
At this moment, the second short spear, accompanied by the creepy screaming sound, directly pierced his wolf kiss, pierced the back of his head, and nailed him in a pool of blood.
The king was lost, the leader was lost, and the remaining werewolves were in a mess, not knowing what to do. The goblins looked at the werewolf torn by the short spear, laughed happily, and kept throwing more short spears. , Watching more chaos, bloodshed and killing!
At this moment, the rain of metal arrows covering the sky and the sun was also like a silver-gray stormy sky, sweeping the sky and the earth, sharp clusters of arrows, biting the flesh and leather of the werewolves, penetrated into their bodies.
Thousands of celebrities immediately put away their compound longbows and the enclosed Dragonmaw Fort after the rapid firing of the Three Arrows, so they could not get additional supplies for their lances. They had no choice but to retreat and pull out the halberds behind them, like a sharp handle The sharp knife stabbed into the werewolf formation fiercely!
A ton of massive body size, the kinetic energy generated when running at high speed is enough to knock over any stupid trying to intercept, a huge greedy wolf, accompanied by a bloody arc, was knocked into the air, a handle The sharp halberd tears and pierces the armor of the werewolf!
"Don't be afraid! Everyone, gather to me! Shield wall!"
Abaddon hissed and screamed. Under the desperate situation of end-to-end attack, a group of werewolves reluctantly gathered. They surrounded the city in the center of the battlefield, raising the shield of his left arm high, forming a turtle-like appearance, resisting the sky full of arrows. Yawa Javelin, although, after the third round, the goblin's javelin was a sharpened wooden stake, but the sharp wooden thorn, with the addition of the spear thrower, was on the wall from a height of more than eight meters. Falling to the ground, still has good lethality!
"Abaddon? Are you going to fight to the end? Unconditionally surrender, I will let you survive."
Suddenly, a pale and terrible voice appeared in front of the pack of wolves, like a death god, Painhurs broke free from Christina's embrace, supported his weak body, and walked to the front of the army. He tried to control the trembling of his body, and stretched out his pale left arm-the arm he killed Horus, with the evil twisted eight-pointed black star, lightly aimed at it across thousands of werewolves. Great predator.
"Could it be that you also want to be like your Supreme King, and be wiped out in smoke?!"
Abaddon's scarlet bloodthirsty pupils revealed the color of fear for the first time, and his whole body trembled crazily. The soaring wave made up of countless dead soul bones ripped the Supreme King into countless fragments. In the end, there was only a terrible picture of a majestic rain of blood, which almost became the worst nightmare in his mind!
"Surrender! Surrender! We are persecuted by Horus! Our descendants are imprisoned by those horrible beasts! We have to work for them as a last resort! Please don't kill us!"
Before Abaddon could express his stance, he was left behind by the werewolf as cannon fodder and waited to die. The half-goat and half-man Sartre jumped back. Other vassals also fled!
The tree fell and scattered, but so.
Countless enchanting half-goat girls jumped off their horses trembling and knelt before the horses, begging for a glimmer of life, on top of the two shaggy hooves, on the sexy plump buttocks, the small goat tail, curled up in fear Together, they knelt to the ground, and the thin waist bent into a seductive arc was also exposed in front of the red-eyed people.
As members of the Artiodactyl order, and monsters with certain human characteristics, the people and horses can appreciate the beauty of these satyrs. Several heads of households glanced at each other and decided to send a herald to seek the advice of the warchief. , Then led people to surround these bards. Order them to take off all weapons and armors, stay in place obediently, like fish on the chopping board, waiting for the pale warlock to decide their final destiny.
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Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty: Panticapone
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Just when the great predator hesitated, four thousands of bloody, angry men and horses, accompanied by the earth-shaking hoof prints, came from afar, their bloodthirsty and terrifying roars seemed to overwhelm the camel. The last straw completely defeated the Goths' psychological defenses, leaving the exhausted and heavy-loss wolves reluctantly choosing to surrender.
The battle of the three kings that determined Gredinian's fate finally came to an end. The descendants of God's choice, the governor of the elves, the blue wolf, the green scale evil dragon, and the five kings who were once active in this land, so far, only left Pain Hess alone.
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The warchief counted the battle damage, and there were less than two thousand casualties, but he killed more than five times the terrifying greenskins. The weapons seized are innumerable. The soldiers cheered to carve up the spoils, counted the huge wealth, and celebrated another victory! As the commander-in-chief of the war, Painhurs's popularity has almost reached its peak in the army!
Which soldier doesn't like a general who is generous and selfless, who can conquer wars? It can not only bring the supreme honor to oneself, but also a lot of money.
On the orc side, it was more miserable. The failure of the war caused the beast Onado to sweep the ground with majesty, brutality, evil moon, death head, and many WARBOSS who had obeyed the evil flame chief once again betrayed and challenged the throne of the orc king. Except for the Snakebite Clan, no one stood by his side.
However, Mortarian wanted to ensure that the puppet of the beast, Leonardo, could be stable. Almost all the powerful green skins were washed away, and with Painhurs' full support, the Demonic Flame Chief once again brought the torn apart orcs together through two civil wars.
However, the fifty thousand army in its heyday suffered heavy losses in the endless wars and civil strife. In the end, only five thousand assault boys of the Snakebite clan remained, 1,000 assault bosses, and more than 4,000. A mixed orc soldier. Without the seven-headed and two-footed flying dragon, and the beast of the green-scaled dragon, the beast, Onado, has shrunk greatly, and there is no way to fight against the horses again.
Those half-human satyrs? The Pale Warlock graciously accepted their surrender. Two thousand bards joined the battle sequence of the centaur. These bards on horseback can not only boost the morale of soldiers and confuse the spirit of the enemy with songs that envelop the arcane power, but also can wield spears and short bows, turning them into excellent light cavalry.
Finally, it was the werewolf veteran who was dissatisfied with 10,000. Painhurs looked at these beastly humans with a headache, not knowing what to do. Here, he is not Horus's animalized kingdom. Everyone is animalized. It's okay to bite others madly once in a while. After a collective rage, he can also use the smell to identify his fellows and enemies... Although this plague is right The horses are ineffective, but among the servant races, there are many races that are afraid of the animalized plague.
At this time, the views of the great chief atheist were completely shattered.
Asana took her priest group, which has grown into a size of two thousand, to hold a large-scale sacrificial activity in Dragonmaw Fort-the magician's ability to cast spells, with her years of research and expertise in arcane arts, And keep improving. The spellcasting ability of the sorcerer slowly improved by relying on himself to break the limits and shackles of the bloodline.
However, it is different from Arcane. The priest's magic spell casting ability is directly proportional to their devotion to the gods and the degree of worship. The power they use comes entirely from the gift of the gods.
For example, the eight-pointed black star entrenched in his left hand, without any training, or even belief in any gods, can use the energy of chaos to use the magic of the seven rings-and the price of this power is It was a fragment of another deity that was handed over.
A total of two thousand Goth priests took out their knives, and deeply pierced the punishment scars of the double-ring cross on the cheeks of their blood-red, corrupted and infected compatriots. The priests carved the flesh and blood of the captives while shouting loudly. Pray to the god of punishment.
"St. Cuthbert. Please save these lost lambs!"
"St. Cuthbert. Please save these fallen compatriots!"
"St. Cuthbert. Please save these corrupted humans!"
Two thousand pastors gathered around their leader and knelt in a circle, and Asana, who was surrounded by the pastors, looked up at the dazzling sun at noon and opened her arms religiously.
"I swear by my soul that if you can save my people, all the Eastern Goths, will regard you as the only faith in their hearts forever."
Painhurs' eyes widened in surprise. After Asana said the price she was going to pay, the blue sky suddenly shone with a dazzling golden light of sacred and brilliant! Two thousand sacred energy rays penetrated the blue sky, like two thousand dazzling golden meteors, whizzing through the clouds and falling from the sky! Wrap thousands of Gothic priests in a warm, dazzling light!
The priests looked at their hands in amazement, bowed to the ground more religiously, and chanted the sacred prayers. The God of Punishment once again showed his preference for the Ostrogoths, and when he heard that the other party would contribute tens of thousands of believers, he immediately gave these thousands of low-level priests the ability to use the three-ring magic. And, the method to lift the curse was lowered.
"On the night of the full moon, use the Curse of Removal on the cursed beastized humans, and the corrupting plague can be lifted from them."
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The warchief was speechless, shocked by the strangeness of the world. In just a few days, he had seen too many superhuman powers. The ghost whispered in his ear, and his hands shone in blue, scarlet, and double colors. The black star, rescued Mortarian's rotten tentacles, and the brilliant golden meteor shower of the god of punishment...
now. He left Dragonmaw Keep silently, and arrived at the home of the high elves, Panticapone, at the fastest speed.
The Panticapone once was so magnificent. The long-dead elf teacher: Chao Ge, once described to himself proudly, how gorgeous and elegant his hometown is, how powerful and rich.
A white city wall made of marble, and densely packed white jade towers, towering high on a vast grassland, protects tens of thousands of beautiful mansions row upon row from foreign enemies.
Outside the white wall, the golden wheat field can't see the end at a glance, and within the white wall, thirteen arcane white towers rush into the sky!
The offshore is densely packed with merchant ships of various styles and flags of various parties. The shore is full of crystal salt grains that are drying, and bunches of marine fish. The mage meticulously studied the mysteries of magic, and the merchants enthusiastically sold local specialties.
However, after Painhurs came to this city-state, the beautiful city-state that Chaoge was once proud of, and turned into a ruin.
The golden wheat field was burned to ashes by the fire, the towering white wall was torn apart by the dragon claws of Motarian, and the giant rifts with the Titan Skug, 13 towering white towers of the mage , Today, only seven are still towering.
With a heavy heart, Painhurs entered this once glorious city through the broken walls of the white wall. On the streets, the corpses piled up into mountains, and the pools of red blood had long condensed into dark blood clots. , Attracting swarms of flies and mosquitoes.
The high elves, who were completely interrupted by the green dragon's terror reign, hid in fear and shivered among the ruins of the city. Thinking of the spirited elven soldiers before, and looking at the refugees who are now almost as slaves, Painhurs couldn't help feeling a deep sorrow.
Two elf girls with withered and gray faces, watching the foreign race stepping into their own land again, were numbly preparing to take off their clothes. The petite body was covered with terrible scars that had been ravaged by green skin.
"Get all the elves up, hurry up."
Painhurs prevented the actions of the two girls, and at the same time, the opponent issued an order.
After a while, the remaining three thousand elven civilians, led by less than five hundred wizards, tremblingly gathered on the ruins of Panticapone. Looking at the half-man and half-horse monsters around them in fear, some people even sobbed quietly because of despair.
This glorious city on the east coast has been ravaged by green skin and turned into a wasteland. Is it now that it will be completely crushed by the iron hooves of the horses and horses?
"The leader of the centaur!"
Suddenly, a dignified and elegant elf mage wearing a moon-white robe of the military division, under the tense supervision of two brutal soldiers, calmly walked in front of the warchief. Her beautiful face was as glamorous as everlasting ice, and her long platinum hair, like a waterfall, drooped over her curvaceous waist.
"I, the song of Salina Blue Sky, the daughter of Governor Panticapeng, now my words represent the voice of all the people of the city."
The new governor looked up to the tall and handsome Peinhes, and his words of pleading for mercy were cold and without a trace of emotion.
"I beg you, please let my people go, they have suffered too much, as compensation-I am willing to pay any price, including becoming your slave."
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"No need."
Painhurs sighed and apologized to the elf girl in front of him.
"Sorry, Your Excellency, it was all my fault. I promised to support you, but the progress was delayed because of various things, and you suffered such a heavy suffering."
Salina was shocked, her face as cold as ice, finally shaken, accompanied by the pale warlock, there were two whole bloody wraths, a large number of people, and the alien warchief in front of him, as long as With an order, Panticapone's people will be slaughtered in an instant, but he...
"I once swore to Ogilvyin Chaoge's body that I will save his compatriots and protect you from any harm. Now, I am here to fulfill my promise."
Painhurs said sincerely. The lost elves had helped him too much, and this kindness can only be repaid to the elves in front of him.
"I will order the orcs to stay away from Panticapone! I will send a sufficient number of craftsmen and absolutely sufficient materials to assist you in rebuilding your home! To fulfill the promise I made a few days ago!"
The warchief slowly lifted his waist and looked directly at the green eyes of Song of Blue Sky that were as beautiful as emeralds.
"From today on, Panticapone will be protected by me, Painhurs! As long as I am alive, no one can trample on your home again! Elves! Hold your chest up! Chaoge once said to me , You are proud, rich, and powerful! His passing soul, seeing your cowering look now, wouldn't it hurt and shed tears?"
Salina stared at the pale horse in front of her blankly, and could hardly believe what she had heard. The only remaining refugees trembled with excitement, and tears filled their eyes. The second one to step into Panticapone was not another brutal and bloodthirsty nomadic group, but their true savior.
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