wandering fairy

When the other nobles heard this, they looked at each other ghostly, wondering what the hell was going on in their hearts.One of the red dragon-blooded ogre nobles whose arms were full of flaming scales was the first to speak: "Since it is so dangerous, you should retreat temporarily, Duke, and let the royal family support the situation. If it is not possible, we will fight with Metellus halfway." Heji Heji, the great chief of the Centaur Tribe, simply responded to the royal army from the inside out and completely defeated the royal family's power, and then we can justifiably use our noble council to take over the entire Naintus. Hahahaha

Duke Vermeer secretly scolded this group of ignorant people who only knew what was in front of them. At this moment, he suddenly understood the benefits of being a king. Energy to persuade and induce these blind-eyed nobles.A real king who has the power to rule can force these local nobles to lead troops to fight with just one order!Why is it as troublesome as it is now?

He secretly sighed, but it is a pity that he is a "Duke". Without the strong support of these nobles, he would not even have the chance to fight against the royal family. Biscuits?It is extremely depressing to have to rely on them and be dragged down by these people!O powerful God Timayat, give me a chance, let me unify Naintus, and then move south to spread your glory all over the earth!

After praying, he was in a slightly better mood and calmly persuaded him: "This can't be done. It is a good thing that the royal family is finished. But this time, the Metellus centaur tribe came to occupy the mine with all their strength, and you don't notice it. Is there something strange? If they occupy this place, they will become rich and powerful by selling minerals. Do you think these murderous guys will treat us like the royal family? Haha, I think the first thing they have to do is Make the entire Naintus people, regardless of high or low, their slaves! Then throw them into the cave every day, and die of exhaustion in the mine like a hopeless kobold!"

The nobles became frightened again when they heard the words.Although the royal family is hateful, after all, they will not turn against themselves immediately. After all, at the beginning of the founding of the country, the royal family made an oath with the ancestors of the nobles to share the Naintus kingdom.The centaur didn't have the slightest worries. Once defeated by it, it would be like a dog to kill or cut.So they changed their words: "Then we only retreat and don't attack the royal family. Let's see how the royal family and the centaur attack each other?"

Duke Vermeer finally couldn't help but sneered: "When we came, we all volunteered. Now we want to regret it, how can it be so easy? Besides, once we withdraw, our prestige in Naintus will be greatly damaged, and we will have talents in the future." Everyone will join the royal family, and powerful businessmen will also tend to the royal family. Who will take our noble council seriously? Nowadays, the blue dragon blood and the green dragon blood only have a name in the noble council. If we If you go back and forth again and again, the bronze dragon veins who have been dissatisfied for a long time will also avoid coming. The shadow dragon veins at both ends of the first rat will follow the royal family. The rich businessmen and powerful people from the outside world will see Where will it go? Not to mention, if I hadn't won the upper hand when competing with the royal family for the [-] acres of arable land, the Chamber of Commerce under the Arcane Federation would not have asked me to do business in smuggling spell items .We want to preserve our strength, but we will lose more opportunities! If things go on like this, what is the difference with those bandits in the mountains?" Seeing that the nobles hesitated again, Vermeer continued to say: "Now my life is only It is necessary to launch harassing attacks on the centaur fortress on the mountain in batches day and night. Force them to stop building and strengthening the fortress. When the assistance of the Austrian and French Federation arrives, they will be cleared like a flood. By then The glory of the centaur belongs to our noble council. The able men and merchants from other places will scramble to join us. At that time, the royal family will be gradually weakened."

The nobles are unwilling at any time, but they can't come up with a better way.So Fumera held them in the big camp, carefully discussing how to join forces to break the centaur's steadfast strategy.

On the vast and bare gray-black barren hill, under the vast sky, there are three super bipedal wyverns, and under the strict protection of more than 30 dragon warlocks, they are hanging several huge wooden boxes and slowly fly towards those on the mountainside. In a rather shabby small fortress.The most elite fighters and warlocks of the Metellus tribe are hidden in these generous defenses that are about two or three stories high, shaped and built at zero time.Especially those warlocks, although their magic ability is generally below level 3, they still carry the products of the Three Towers Federation bought from the scorpion.It is also the key thing to guard these fortresses.

The most terrible thing now is that the royal family of Naintus has sent several high priests of the gem dragon god.Among them is a crystal dragon ogre priest who has reached the eighth level.If these high-level guys desperately brought high-level equipment and led the elite psykers to wipe out these fortresses one by one, the outcome would be hard to say.Therefore, even the dragon warlocks in the sky and the earth have become cautious.Hastily led three super Wyverns to land on top of a slightly wider fortress.

A thick and large wooden box was opened, which should have come out of a centaur warrior.This time, two centaur Priests of Setunos with 4th-level magic came out first. They swept the surrounding area with stern expressions, and then scanned the surrounding area with "Halo of Devotion" and "Eliminate Invisibility Barrier". The soldiers then bowed respectfully and said to the big wooden box: "No abnormalities have been found for the time being, honorable chief."

A burly buffalo-like centaur walked out step by step firmly with the sound of hooves, as if the torrent of time came slowly but couldn't stop it for half a step!Under the bright sunlight, his mithril armor covering his whole body reflected dazzling rays, as if he was carrying thousands of swordsmen; on his solid and thick head and neck was a pure gold helmet with intricate patterns, The flowing light on it swayed, causing the shapes of various beasts and flowers carved in it to sway, like a magnificent and noble pure gold living creature, which made the great chief of the Metellus tribe show a kind of surging vitality .

And what he was wearing was not the clothes of a king, but an ordinary priest's robe, but it was painted with the exclusive mark of the great chief, and the bloody pattern the size of a palm exuded an unstoppable majesty.

After being stuffed in the box for a long time, he finally took a deep breath of the cold air in the desolate mountains, and erected the thick, long and heavy 9-foot spear in his hand.Let the sharp cold light on the spearhead shine into the pupils of each centaur, making the seven No. 80 horses tremble, and encouraging this team of elite warriors!

Then came a resolute and coercive loud voice from the pure gold luxurious helmet: "Descendants of Metellus, now, history is slowly slipping under your feet! Do you want to become the master of history, or become the master of history? The dust of history depends on how hard our horseshoes are! The ancestors of Metellus are watching you in the kingdom of God, and the light of God Setunus is shining on you in the kingdom of God! It is to let the soul Become a great holy spirit, or turn your soul into a humble worm, it's up to you to choose now!"

Seventy or eighty centaurs all around firmly raised their dense spears and Lili broadswords, and shouted out a thunderous bang in the most heroic voice: "Follow the chief's footsteps and attract the glory of the gods! The Metellus tribe Your reputation will resound through the earth forever!" Then came the news that the great chief came to the mine to fight intelligently.Immediately, it was sent to another dozen or so fortresses with multiple communication techniques, and all the fortresses shouted like thunder: "Follow the footsteps of the chief, and let the reputation of the Metellus tribe resound throughout the earth forever!"

This slight bang spread in the vast mountains, like the sound of excited wind, making the great chief think a lot: Do they really understand the meaning of my words?Oh no one understands!A few days ago they were still fiercely opposed to my plan, a few months ago they were still fiercely opposing my alliance with the scorpion and the Three Towers Federation, and a few years ago they were still laughing at my fantasy.It doesn't matter, because the god Setunus, who shakes the sky and the earth, fully understands my thoughts.Yes, in the entire Metellus tribe, only God Certunus understands my ambition.Otherwise he wouldn't have told me about that dream, that horrible dream!

With the misty cheers, his thoughts slowly returned to the harmful dream a few years ago. In the dream that no one believed in, the vast green grassland was covered with layers of green waves under the bright sky, making people Feng'er was also infected with a cheerful breath of life.Let him who is walking in this beautiful dream be intoxicated.He walked, walked, walked towards the endless horizon.There is still boundless green there, as if it is an upside-down green sky, which makes people feel proud!He laughed heartily, galloping across the vast green grassland like a child, as if this was the divine kingdom of Setunos, with endless grassland, endless fresh milk and tender meat.

Suddenly he felt a little hungry, and then he suddenly found that there was not even a cow or sheep around!Nothing but green grass and a breeze!There is no sun and clouds above, no birds and white clouds in the sky, and the ground under the feet is nothing but dense weeds like a layer of green sea waves.All that is left is the bones of the soles of the feet!

good.It's white bones, glaring snow-white bones!Terrible bones all over the place!What he is standing on is not a grassland but a land of bones covered with weeds!There are bones of cows, sheep, horses, donkeys, even prairie rats and foxes.And the bones of wolves, the bones of all grassland life!

He shuddered.Under the bright sunshine and on the windy green field, he kept trembling like a pendulum, his teeth were chattering and he couldn't speak a word, his thick legs and feet trembled violently without taking a step. Dare to move, where is the Kingdom of God?This is hell!It's a real prairie hell!

Suddenly he saw a sheep, or rather a terrifying sheep skeleton in sheep's clothing!There is not a strand of wool on its ugly skin, but it is full of dry skin and large plaques that are as terrible as corpse spots; there is not a single eyeball on its weird head, and there are horrible black holes in the eye sockets There are actually some maggots crawling in and out.And the most frightening thing is its belly, the bloated boss in the round belly seems to be stuffed with green grass.And it is still gnawing at the surrounding "green grass".

It raised its horrible eroded eye sockets, and "stabbed" a message directly from the faint black hole of the eye sockets, "Hungry! Hungry! Dead, dead! All starved to death, all starved to death, all life is dead!" starving!"

The great chief was trembling in horror, furious in trembling, swung his knife like the wind and slashed up, the sharp light of the knife flying like a gust of wind criss-crossed on the horrible and shriveled strange sheep, like a complete monster flying up together .

But there was no blood, no screams, or even flesh on that horrific monster!More sticky and disgusting maggots gushed out of the wound, and they soared up one by one in an instant.They turned into strange sheep with skeletons and rotten skins standing in the air, looking at him with thousands of black maggot eye sockets, like countless horrific poisonous bees, stabbing thousands of horrific messages from the air. ah!I'm hungry!Dead, dead!All starved, all starved, all life starved to death!

The great chief let out a scream of "ah", and he felt that his strong mind honed by the wilderness was like broken rocks in the sea tide, and he was defeated by thousands of terrifying thoughts, so he turned and ran away screaming.Run as fast as he can in his life!But those terrified strange sheep in the mid-air are like fierce death-defying peaks, chasing after them in the foul-smelling strange wind.Thousands of monsters in their eyes resolutely let out a terrifying thought that engulfed people's hearts like a sea tide: Hungry!I'm hungry!Dead, dead!All starved to death, all starved to death, all life starved to death!

The great chief ran and ran in endless fear, and suddenly the boundless green grassland in front of him had turned into a pitch-black area at some point, and he couldn't see anything, as if an endless abyss lay in front of him, And a thunderous and soul-shattering sound exploded in my mind: The road to the grassland has come to an end!

The strange sheep chasing after him kept screaming "hungry, hungry".It was as if a wave of a rotten sea tide had washed him into a dark abyss.

Then he woke up, and while trembling and sweating, he firmly recalled the last message The road to the grassland has come to an end!

This must be the revelation of God Cernotus!Panicked at the time, he immediately went to ask other pastors for confirmation.But he was quickly disappointed, from a priest apprentice who only knew 0-level divine arts.None of the senior priests in the clan who mastered the seventh-level divine arts had received similar oracles!They even looked at the chief suspiciously and said: "The weather was bad yesterday, did you sleep cold? I said it's not good to sleep lying on the ground. It's easy to lighten your stomach and catch a cold. You can do it next time." Pay attention." In desperation, he sent his cronies to the nearby Sculus tribe to inquire, but he did not hear similar news.It seems that he is the only one in the whole world who knows that "the road to the grassland has come to an end".So he also began to wonder whether the dream that night was an oracle or an ordinary nightmare.If it was a divine revelation, why not give even a little divine revelation to those senior priests who possessed 7th and 7th-level divine arts?If it was an ordinary nightmare, why did I, who has always been strong, receive round after round of soul shocks in the dream?

He was troubled by this serious question for two months, and finally he figured out that it was indeed a divine revelation!It was an apocalypse specially given to him by Setunus.Because the other centaurs have always been immersed in the traditions of the past, they are proud of killing and looting, and they like to use the skulls of their enemies as wine glasses to drink heavily; A picture is neatly hung in their camp as the most glorious decoration; they like to drag the captives behind their horses and run, while listening to the beautiful screams of the enemy, they sing loudly; they also like to use the enemy to make Props for tug of war.One person pulls the rope that binds the enemy's upper body.One person pulls the rope tied with the enemy's legs and feet, and then performs the most skillful tug-of-war to see who can pull the enemy across the center line before the enemy is cut in half.

They call it boldness, majesty, glory, and a glorious tradition.But the warchief himself was very bored.He admits that this brain-stimulating "heroism" is indeed stimulating.However, centaurs have removed these traditions for thousands of years.What is left on these lands?

Nothing at all!So when he led his tribe to migrate in the wilderness, and occasionally saw ancient carved rocks about three stories high lying quietly on the open land, he would always involuntarily go to the side of these huge carved rocks, Watch abstract and bewildering patterns, symbols, or even a graceful line.He always thinks that these things were carved tens of thousands of years ago, and they have survived the test of time and survived until today.But what about the centaur tribe?What else can be left besides the horseshoe prints on the ground that are gone with the wind?

When a big tree falls, there are still rotten wood left, and when the grass falls, it can only be turned into dust.I don't know how many "remains" of the Metellus tribe can be preserved in this world ten years later, a hundred years later, or a thousand years later?He didn't know, he didn't even know whether a tribe as big as his could survive a hundred years later. The battle between centaurs for pasture and dominance was very tragic.Large tribes with hundreds of thousands of people will also disappear completely because of a war or a natural disaster.

This kind of thinking made him more uneasy, and he hoped to change everything: the centaur race with a long history should not be like the weeds on the side of the road, and disappear with no trace in the end!So he began to actively contact the vast world beyond the grasslands, understand their complex organizations and internal struggles, understand their history and grievances, understand their development and decline, and he even asked a rich businessman from the Rosenfell Chamber of Commerce to buy it. I read some miscellaneous history books.I want to find a way to transform the centaur tribe from it.