Chapter 501

The Sassanian war animal cavalry withdrew from the bareto Valley, joined the main cavalry and retreated slowly to the West.

When the Khan of the white tail tribe saw the head of the man and horse picked on the spear by humans, he was impatient to divide his troops into two ways, one to "send" the human army out of the country, and the other to "retain" the black hoofed Centaur crossing the border.

The black hoof tribe is famous for its numerous females and strong cubs. Now that they have lost their leader, the white tail tribe can't let them go. All the young males of the white tailed Centaur went out and cheerfully intercepted the black hoofed Centaur under the mobilization of the tribal leader.

White tailed Khan even began to imagine the scene of riding orogar's beautiful wife and concubine under him. But it did not expect that soon after it left, there was a riot in the tribal camp.

"Whoosh" "whoosh" "whoosh"

Arrows shot like flying locusts into an animal skin tent, and hundreds of centaurs ran and shot around the tent. They are sensitive, slim, and have relatively soft facial lines. They are all adult females of the white tail tribe.

Even females weigh an average of more than 900 pounds and have far more strength and physical fitness than small and medium-sized intelligent creatures such as jackals. Under their continuous attack, the riddled animal skin tent finally collapsed and set off a burst of smoke and dust. The Centaur stopped shooting, and a group of stout bear headed goblins immediately opened their short legs, howled and rushed to the collapsed tent.

Bared, the animal skin was torn, the logs flew, and a tall and deformed figure appeared in the ruins of the tent. It is 2.6 meters high and hairless. Its burly body is against the head of the Jackal. It looks very uncoordinated. It is like a monster made up of the bodies of the Jackal and the ogre. It has a terrible sense of unreality. The muscles and muscles of Zhang Qiu's knot burst through the shriveled skin, showing a lifeless miserable white. The two dark Reds in the eye socket are the only color of its whole body, like an evil ghost climbing out of hell.

It tore the strong brainless bear goblins with its huge claws, just like slaughtering a group of weak herbivores. Swept by its eyes, the female horse and the Jackal slave left behind felt numb and retreated. The difference is that the female people and horses feel fear, while the Jackal people have an imperceptible examination and excitement in their fearful eyes, and secretly make eye contact, which obviously has a vicious mind.

Under the arrow rain, the monster tore the last bear goblin who dared to attack it in half. The female finally gave up the attack and was ready to escape. At this time, the monster picked up the remains of a centaur cub from the ruins and tore it up.

The female's eyes turned red in an instant. They pulled out their heavy spears, shouted and launched a cluster charge against the monster. The spear enough to pierce the red haired bison shot at the monster, just like hitting the savage skin of the ogre supervisor. It was directly bounced by the pale Qiu knot's muscles and muscles, and could not leave any wounds to it. The females and horses immediately dispersed to form a ring shooting formation and shoot heavy arrows around the monster.

The charge throwing spear has no effect on the monster, and the heavy arrow of the female horse has no effect. However, this circular staggered shooting can cover each other and limit the monster's range of movement so that it will not continue to kill the cubs and weaker members of the tribe.

The female decided to wait until the warriors of the tribe came back, and then clean up the terrible monster.

However, the monster was not ready to entangle with the female horse. The muscles of the legs bulged high, and the ground cracked into a spider web at its feet. The strong and twisted body broke through the ring of the Centaur like a shell.

Several females were caught off guard. They were hit by the monster and broke their tendons, fell to the ground and hissed miserably. The other females wanted to catch up with the monster, but they were suddenly attacked by jackals and slaves.

These cunning, bloodthirsty and cruel orcs took the opportunity to launch a rebellion and fiercely attack other races in the camp. The female was furious and frantically greeted the rebellious slaves with spears and heavy arrows.

Indiscriminate killing and repression triggered chaos that affected the whole camp. At this time, no matter who it was, whether it was willing or not, it was forced to rise up and resist. Centaurs, goblins, jackals and koeheads bite and kill each other.

The "monster" caught and killed several jackals who flattered themselves, and the speaker became more and more anxious. This body carries too much Centaur blood power and will collapse soon, but he has not found a suitable Centaur to inherit orogal's blood power and complete the blessing ceremony of mother earth.

According to the research data of the electors' Council, when any race encounters disaster, many "Heroes" will emerge in the race. They grow up in adversity and shoulder the mission of saving the ethnic group from danger. Behind this phenomenon is actually closely related to the will of the ancestors of the ethnic group. Tracing its essence can be regarded as the self correction of fate.

Human power changes the direction of destiny, and destiny will rebound in various forms. The church used great prophecy to deal with the threat of the black hoofed Centaur, which did not touch the safety of the whole Centaur group, and naturally would not have an unpredictable impact.

According to the normal correction of the force of fate, the decline of black hoof will lead to the prosperity of several other Centaur tribes.

However, the split Centaur tribe did not pose a threat to the Sassanian empire or even the whole human country.

What the shadow speaker needs to do is to naturally correct the power of fate, point to specific "Heroes" and let the people and horses tribe appear a new Great Khan. Only in this way can he achieve his goal.

The Shadow Council is sheltered in the church tribunal and is unknown to the world, just like a mouse in the gutter. Seeing that the human country is about to defend and attack, if the shadow parliament does nothing on the magnificent stage of the new era, it will not be favored by fate and will only die out in the end.

Fate is illusory, complex and has various forms of expression. In addition to the rebound of adversity, the stronger the strong, the weaker the weak, the richer the rich and the poorer the poor are also one of them. It is embodied in the aggregation and attraction of fame, power, resources and power.

The Shadow Council obtains the inheritance of the elector Council through the ancient documents collected by the Holy Mountain Monastery. The shadow speaker has spread to today and has accumulated considerable knowledge. Throughout history and studying current politics, contemporary speakers are keenly aware that the human country is in the stage of rebound from adversity.

The orc group occupied the fertile Northern Wilderness, lost the motivation to forge ahead, and fell into internal strife as a whole. In the barren south where mankind was squeezed, the knight Lord and the clergy raised the Pope and completed the re integration of the church. The divine Knight came into being and outstanding figures emerged one after another; Church scholars spent hundreds of years cultivating Setaria grass into wheat, and Viscount Randall found a deep cultivation method to solve the human food crisis; The forest people and horses migrated, the barbarians went down the mountain to seek an alliance with mankind, and all foreign countries agreed with each other. The Sassanian empire was ready to go.

All kinds of signs are showing that the balance of fate is finally tilted towards mankind!

Under the impact of the torrent of destiny, who can intercept the power of destiny, who can go further, obtain prestige, power and resources, and even break through their own limitations and reach a higher level.

The electors' Council calls this the fate dependent, corresponding to the fate abandoned.

Enoch, the first Pope 10000 years ago, belonged to the fate dependents. All Knight families also intercepted part of the power of fate, and the chosen one became a tragic fate deserter.

Now, the three patriarchs of the shining knights, the Pope, frieds and tamore, as well as the major royal families, are fighting for the power of fate. Those who do nothing will only lose the favor of fate and be forgotten by history.

Of course, the shadow speaker has to fight. He guided the Wizards of the Shadow Council to make bloodthirsty potions and risked exposure to help the great nobles cultivate blood guards and shadow warriors. He wanted to get the support of secular lords and turn the Council from darkness to light, so as to intercept the power of destiny in the tide of destiny!

Although the plan of the Shadow Council encountered twists and turns, on the whole, it was smooth. The shadow wizard made contact with the Dodo and bassarius families. However, viscount Randall's sudden introduction of the tenant system made the shadow speaker despair.

The tenant system transformed the refugees into tenant families, which were directly under the jurisdiction of the great nobility. This means that the great nobles control most of the Wizards.

Will the great nobles hand over the captured wizards to the Shadow Council? How can the Shadow Council survive without fresh blood?

The speaker would rather shadow that the parliament is only semi open and maintain the independence of the organization. Only in this way can he intercept more power of destiny and reach a higher level.

If the current situation continues, the shadow parliament will not be semi open, and the whole organization will collapse. The power, beauty and wealth of knights and nobles are very attractive to shadow wizards. They all took refuge in the great nobility with the research results of the shadow Parliament. The speaker's plot for hundreds of years is just a joke.

Therefore, the shadow speaker used the mysterious ceremony of ancient wizards to artificially interfere with the fate of the Centaur group, create two powerful legendary horses, give a heavy blow to the shining knight and the Sassanian Empire, and then coerce the church and Lord to recognize the legal status of the shadow Archbishop as the Savior, so as to separate the shadow wizards from the control of the trigowar family, It has become an independent branch under the jurisdiction of the church, specializing in the management of wizards in the human kingdom, helping the kingdoms to expand their territory, so as to strive for the care of fate.

The shadow wizard will later be called the shadow shepherd of the Supreme Lord.

He even thought about the name and organizational structure of the shadow wizard in the future, but he didn't expect that there was not even a violent adult male in the camp of the white tail tribe... They all ran to intercept the black hoofed Centaur!

Although ordinary Centaur cubs can also carry the blood power of orogal, it will take them at least 20 years to turn from ferocity to deep ferocity, and finally master the legendary blood talent. If the carrier grows too long, it will not pose an urgent threat to the Sassanian empire.

With the current size of the Sassanian Empire and the ten-year tenant system, the strength of the empire can at least double. Twenty years later, to what extent can the overall strength of the human country reach?

Speaker shadow can't wait twenty years. He can't wait twenty minutes now.

The body of the dead jackal is collapsing, and a faint blood mist is lingering around the body. In 15 minutes at most, it will turn into a pile of rotten meat!

Is this the end? Damn beast... Damn beast, die!

The Sorcerer's despair made the red light in the monster's eyes become fierce, and frantically killed the Centaur females and cubs in the camp. Where the monster passed, there was a bloody storm, and the females, old and young of the white tail tribe screamed in despair and pain under its sharp claws.

A heavy spear flew over from a distance. The monster was about to tear up the female Centaur with sharp claws. With a "poof", the spear pierced the monster's tough body and pushed it upside down for several meters.

The speaker raised his head happily. He saw three vigorous centaurs coming quickly. The first Centaur was taller and bigger than Tong. It raised its arms, and another spear roared to the monster's chest and nailed it to the ground.

Ferocious Centaur warrior! Only one? There's not enough time. I can only give orogal's blood power to two other ordinary men and horses... That's good. The three of them seem to be brothers... A legendary man and horse, assisted by two golden brothers, should soon be able to master white tail and black hoof.

The Jackal undead pulled out two spears from his chest, got up from the ground and gave a provocative roar to the ferocious Centaur soldier. But when the three white tailed soldiers saw the terrible monster pull out his spear from his chest without incident, they immediately felt dangerous. They spread to both sides, running and shooting monsters with giant bows and heavy arrows.

Wandering shooting is a traditional method of fighting a powerful enemy with a centaur, especially against a powerful ogre or giant beast. The heavy arrows they shot were indeed more powerful than female horses. The swollen muscles of the Jackal undead were also difficult to resist. More than a dozen heavy arrows were soon hung on its chest and thighs.

The speaker is secretly worried. The mysterious ceremony needs to test the courage and sacrifice spirit of the Centaur carrier. Only a real hero can bear the fate of the ethnic group and get the favor of fate. The three soldiers must face the murderer of the people and kill it directly before the ceremony is successful.

The speaker manipulated the undead to chase the ferocious Centaur, but it spread its hooves and ran outside the camp, obviously trying to lead the monster away from its home.

Animals are animals, no sense of honor!

The speaker was going crazy. He had never encountered such a situation. He had no way to cast other types of spells against the body of the dead.

The ferocious man and horse ran forward, turned his upper body and fired arrows, and looked at the injured female from time to time. The speaker's heart moved, turned around and drove away another soldier who tried to rescue the female, returned to the original place, stepped on the female's back, stretched out ferocious claws, and scratched deep bone wounds on her body.

Blood gushed and dyed the ground red. The female horse's painful four hooves twitched. She clenched the soil with her hands, planed out two pits on the ground, and soon filled with blood. But it clenched its teeth and never screamed.

The heavy arrows shot by the three men and horses were more and more urgent. The monster stretched out his thick arm to block his eyes and let his body be shot into a hedgehog. When the Centaur soldier shot the last heavy arrow, it squirmed its pale muscles to squeeze out all the arrows on its body, then dug a large piece of bloody meat from the female Centaur's legs, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and spit it scornfully on the ground.

"Leave me alone! You cover the tribal sisters and take the children first!" The female Sagittarius cried out to the Sagittarius soldier in tears.

"Cowardly white tailed man and horse, you don't deserve to hang bows and arrows and throw spears. Watch me cut off its head..."

The monster made orogal's voice in her mouth. Her claws stepped the female horse into a pool of blood, squatted down, and rowed up her curved horns to let the horse soldiers see her bloodless face.

"Rita! No!"

The ferocious man and horse warrior's eyes are red, white fog is ejected from his nose, his strong heart is agitated, and his green veins burst up, launching a final charge against the monster. The earth trembled under its feet. The spear was like lightning. It pierced the monster's chest and held out two heavy Maces. The distance of more than 400 meters came in an instant, and the two giants collided with each other.

The monster flew two maces, pressed the Centaur soldiers to the ground with violent force, waved sharp claws and cut three bloody wounds. The ferocious man and horse warrior fought desperately, clasped the monster's two claws with both hands, grasped the front with four toes into a fist, and hit the monster's abdomen with a loud noise like thunder.

"Cowardly white tailed man, do you think you can defeat me? Do you think you can save your people?"

The monster sneered and pressed its claws on the neck of the Centaur warrior, allowing it to hammer its chest and abdomen. Every time he was hit, the blood mist around the monster was strong and floated to the wound of the man and horse warrior. The Centaur warrior felt his strength was getting stronger and stronger, but he couldn't shake the monster at all.

Seeing that the fierce man and horse soldiers were about to lose their support, the other two white tailed men and horses rushed to the front. They stabbed the monster's chest and head with short spears. The monster broke free and knocked them down with its claws.

With the help of his brother, the ferocious man and horse finally stood up and twisted with the monster. Its brothers got up one after another and joined the regiment. The four monsters fight each other and make wounds to each other. However, the Centaur shed blood, and the monster gushed a blood mist.

The blood fog became thicker and thicker, and soon covered the body shape of men, horses and monsters. The three men and horses only feel that they are full of power now, but the monster is getting weaker and smaller. But they did not find that the blood mist was seeping through the wound into their bodies.

"This monster can't be killed!"

"We have to find a way to screw off its head!"

An obsidian dagger pierced the monster's neck from behind and cut off its head... It was the female horse. She didn't know when to stand behind the monster. The wound on her body had scabbed and only a small amount of blood seeped out.

Through the vision of the dead, the speaker looked at the female holding the monster's head in surprise and said the last prayer of the ceremony in orogal's grand voice:

"Quiglo!"

The Jackal's head spoke, and the female horse threw it out quickly. The fracture of the monster's neck was like a spring, spraying blood mist all over the sky. The blood mist seemed to have life and kept melting into the wounds of the four centaurs. The female centaurs absorbed the most. Their wounds heal quickly, their bodies become plump and symmetrical, and their fur shines. When the blood fog disappeared, the white tail tribe saw four extremely strong centaurs.

The females, cubs and old horses in the camp got out of a mess and surrounded the four horses. A thin and depilated old horse suddenly whined:

"Quiglo!"

Quiglo in Centaur language refers to: the horse carried by the earth.

A brother of the ferocious Centaur suddenly woke up, grabbed the arms of the female and the ferocious Centaur, and shouted, "Rita, quiglo! Baltar, quiglo!"

"Alita! Polta! Quiglo!"

"Quiglo! Quiglo!"

The rebellious jackals and slaves began to flee, but the white tailed centaurs did not want to pursue and kill. They gathered together, holding spears and bows and arrows, shouted loudly, announcing the tribal heroes to the world, to all spirits and to the earth mother.

"Alita, quiglo! Polta, quiglo!"

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Thousands of miles away, turnans took the reins of the horned wolf and looked back to the West. Testier fell off the wolf's mount at the corner, strolled to him and asked with concern, "brother, how are you feeling? Will the white tail tribe catch up?"

The legendary Paladin shook his head and said suspiciously, "the feeling of danger suddenly disappeared..."

Testier breathed a sigh of relief. It has been nearly three days since he left the bareto valley. Turnans has always felt a certain threat, which makes everyone worried. He is afraid that the white tail tribe and the black hoof tribe will catch up and attack the coalition forces.

"It's over at last..." the chief smiled, raised his eyebrows and said, "isn't it very good? Brother, if you frown, you won't have eyebrows."

Turnans moved his mouth and muttered, "I don't know what's going on. The feeling of danger suddenly disappeared. It's like a sharp blade cutting a rope... I've never encountered this before... It's slowly weakening."

"Maybe the Khan of the white tail tribe suddenly died, or the two tribes suddenly fought." TESL shrugged his shoulders and asked, "it's all right now?"

Tournus hesitated, nodded and said, "now... It's all right!"