Shaman from Afar

Great Green Sea, battlefield.

The panting Centaur Sentinel galloped on the edge of the battlefield with corpses everywhere; the flying horseshoe raised the blood-soaked sand and grass, and the flag of the animal skin in his hand was hunting and hunting under the night sky.

Bounded by the piles of corpses piled up and even half-man tall, the division between Centaurs and Poi ’s barracks is distinct-the remnants under the command of Count Braha took the corpses as "work" and gathered in the center of the battlefield; Centaurs were stationed outside, forming a huge "circle", enclosing them on all sides.

The soldiers on both sides stood close to each other on the side of the pile of corpses, just a stone's throw away, and glared at each other.

Even after ten days have passed, the thick **** smell still lasts for a long time, and even mixed with the rotten corpses, it becomes abnormally odorous and rich.

Even if a full ten days had passed, the confrontation between Centaur and Poe remained unresolved; the two sides remained unmoved and showed no signs of breaking through or wanting to suppress.

And the life and death of these tens of thousands of Boi people have long depended not on themselves; but on their enemies ... Dahan Khan of the Centaur tribe, the leader of the Chiyan Banner, Chakal.

The expressionless Chacar looked up, staring coldly at the Poi's military power in the distance at night, and his calm posture seemed very calm.

The eyes eroded by the power of the "Holy Blood Elixir" and even the white eyes turned into ink, so that no one can guess what he was thinking at the moment.

"Great Khan! Honorable Chakar Great Khan!"

The Centaur Sentinel, holding the flag of the hide, hurriedly stopped in front of Chakal, and bowed his knees to salute: "Your humble servant brought you the latest news."

Chacar glanced without looking down. The Centaur sentry in front of him was the Hankong Banner Centaur, who was ordered by the "Black Cross" Serel to recall him to the king's tent.

"speak."

"Information from the south, the dwarves of Silver Helmet betrayed us and have reconciled with the leader of the two-legged man, 'Turin' ... the descendant of the devil."

"And these wicked traitors also organized a huge army, preparing to go north to attack us!"

The indignant Centaur sentry bowed his head and shouted with hatred; he didn't notice Chacar's slightly altered expression and his eyes flashed away.

"It's just a group of capricious villains, not to be afraid." Chakal lowered his voice and said coldly: "What if they have tens of thousands of troops-this is the Great Green Sea, not the mountains of the dwarfs." , Thousands of elites are enough to hold them. "

"Not only this **** traitor, but also the army of the devil's descendants, and the two-legged people in Thousand Account City!"

Taking a deep breath, the Centaur sentry said cautiously: "The news from the west, those in the Thousand Account City, and the two-legged people who have escaped from the battlefield have gathered together, and there are tens of thousands of people!"

"It has been two days since the teams of the" Four Four Flags "warriors sent to the west have not yet returned to send messages. Maybe they have already ..."

The Centaur Sentinel was a little afraid to speak anymore, and looked at the expressionless Chacar with diligence, and the "Undead Warriors" standing beside him, swallowing hard.

Thousands of half of these people who were killed in the battlefield of that day but were "revived" were elite horses. They were called "undead warriors" by the three-hoofed people in the tribe. They really died.

It was also from that day that Chakar Da Khan was guarded by them, and the other four-hoofed men were torn to pieces without permission.

"Already ... sneak attacked, besieged, annihilated."

Chacar glanced coldly at him: "Am I right?"

"... Yes." The Centaur Sentinel lowered his head deeper.

Deadly ... The trembling Centaur sentry only felt that his body had become stiff, and he could not move under the pressure of killing the secret cloth.

Fearing that this great Khan, who was once a great sinner, tore himself to pieces.

"It seems that I can't hear any good news today." The understatement was light, but the voice was extremely cold:

"Raise your head and look into my eyes."

"Observe, obey!"

A panicked Centaur sentinel clenched the rear molars, shaking his head tremblingly.

"Tell me, what other" bad news "should I know?"

"There is one more!" Observing Chacar's face, the sweaty Centaur sentry quivered, "Imperial Corps!"

"Imperial Corps?"

"Yes, this is it-this is what the devil's descendants said personally, and I heard it clearly." The sentry nodded quickly: "In the west of the Great Green Sea, there are also two feet called 'The Supreme Emperor' The leader of the National People's Congress, the land he rules is called the 'empire'! "

"Right now at the border, that 'Chief Emperor' leader has assembled three 'Imperial Corps', with tens of thousands of troops, ready to invade the Great Green Sea from the north, to rescue the two-footed person you defeated Army! "

"According to the devil, this 'Imperial Corps' is here to **** his achievements." The Centaur Sentinel lowered his head again, and said cautiously: "At that time, he had just annihilated one of our patrols going south, I was buried under a corpse, and I heard this extremely important information ... "

Under the gaze of Chakal's dark eyes, the Centaur Sentinel's voice became smaller and smaller until he closed his mouth completely.

Big Khan raised his head slightly.

The sentry's head was lowered deeper.

"fake."

Every word is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day!

Before the terrified Centaur Sentinel could raise his head, he was framed by two "undead warriors"-all his arms were broken under the wailing sound of a crisp collapse.

"Ahhhh-!!!!!!"

In the wailing wailing, the Centaur sentry collapsed directly to the ground. Before he got up, Chakar's forefoot stepped on the top of his head, and half of his face was pressed into the muddy soil of blood.

"I didn't lie, I didn't lie! Great Khan ah-ah!"

Stepping on the front hoof above his head harder, the sand leaked into his eyes.

"I know you haven't lied. A stupid like you can never have the courage to lie to me." Chacal narrowed his eyes and looked down at the reptile constantly struggling under his feet:

"You just got scammed ... from the beginning to the end, it was all a scam elaborately arranged by the devil named Loren Turin!"

Said coldly, Chakar raised his forefoot mercilessly and stepped on it fiercely.

"The assaulted patrol accidentally happened to hide under the body and escaped to death, and at the same time got the most important and crucial information ... Where are so many coincidences in this world?"

The heavy wail, the body of the Centaur sentry lying on the ground twitched fiercely.

"Loren Turin, he has discovered you long ago, knowing that you are not dead, and telling you to deliberately-only in this way can you pass through and send these false information filled with lies to my ears."

Bright red plasma spewed from the back of the sentry's head, staining half of Chakal's hoof.

"Your humble reptile is just a tool that he has used and still complacent, understand?"

The voice echoed. When Chakal's hoof fell again, the Centaur Sentinel lying on the ground had no more movement, and only half of his body was still twitching.

Glancing at it coldly, the "Undead Warriors" on both sides immediately dragged away the body in silence; Chacal, who was indifferent in expression, took a sigh of relief and calmed the restless heart slightly.

Loren Turin ... Is the enemy I hit finally coming?

At the moment when he heard that he was alive and leaving the Fortress of Silver Helmet, and reached a covenant with the dwarves there, Chakal was really shocked-there, he should have been his master, "Black Cross" Serel, who wanted to kill him The place.

How did he survive?

Chacar, who has seen the "Black Cross" Serel before his own eyes, knows how terrifying his master is-just standing in front of him requires great courage and determination!

But he was not dead, he survived.

And he drew the dwarf of Silver Helmet Mountain, which is really ... incredible.

Chakar's eyes narrowed into a slit.

There is no doubt that with the wisdom of his long-time rival Loren Turin, it is enough to guess that he can perceive the loopholes in his poor trap;

So this is not a bluff lie, this is real intimidation ... He is borrowing his own words and writing a war against himself.

The Silver Helmet Mountain Dwarf Legion from the south, the "Imperial Legion" from the north, the two-legged reinforcements from the Thousand Accounts in the west, and the army under his loren Turin himself.

It's like pointing to your nose and saying "I'm going to encircle you all around, Chakal, if you don't want to die, just run away, like a falling dog"!

What should I do?

Chacar opened his eyes and exhaled long.

That's right, apart from the so-called "Imperial Corps" among the four armies, the other individual strengths are weak and weak-as long as they quickly annihilate the Boe's army and concentrate their strength to wait for work, they can all be broken, but ... …

His opponent is Loren Turin, who twice defeated himself with weak forces and almost killed himself; he is absolutely impossible to be so stupid as to let the four armies rush one by one to death .

The advantage of the four-hoofed man is to win the power and strength of the entire Green Sea; all he has to do is to prevent the four armies from covering each other, gathering power, and losing the possibility of threatening themselves.

In this way ... Lorren Turin, he had to come forward and once again stage a "slam attack" when he met him to break the deadlock-and this time, he will definitely be extremely prepared to meet this " Old friend "!

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At the other end of the battlefield, the barracks of the Poi Army.

In the tattered camp, Sette Braha, who was badly injured, was paralyzed on the bed; under weaker and weaker breaths, only the undulating chest and wide eyes let the people around him know he was alive.

"What day is it?"

"Tenth day."

Harlem van Ashamai, who was sitting beside him, sighed, messy hair, blood stains and bloodshot eyes on his body, which also proved that the mental state of this alchemist is also very poor:

"They still don't have any plans to attack, and you are right, Earl Seth Braha."

"That's because the target of this group of Centaur Barbarians, it wasn't us from the beginning." Earl Braha, who was seriously wounded, gasped and clenched his fists: "We are only his bait, destroying the entire Principality Bait! "

"No ... it should be much more than that; I served in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, and the centaurs who were resurrected were just like carrion demons!" Earl Braha gritted his teeth, breathing more and more quickly:

"What the **** is going on, Master Azhamai? Isn't it enough to control all Centaurs by their evil spirits ?!"

"I don't know, this is the first time I have met this kind of situation." Harlem van Azamal looked at him, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes: "The nine-mang star wizard tower does have a kind of 'poison of holy blood' Rumors, but those centaurs ... they have been eroded far beyond that. "

"Maybe you are right, Count Braha, the Centaur tribe has been controlled by some evil spirit."

Even after guessing this possibility, after receiving the answer, Seth Braha couldn't help but take a breath.

"This war is no longer as simple as it was at the beginning ... No, it should not have been simple from the beginning." Master Azhama couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"I have thought countless times that as soon as I stopped Grand Duke Varna and told him not to be so stubborn and impulsive, everything would be different."

"This is not your fault." Braha shook his head:

"From the moment we were stared at by the evil spirit hiding behind the scenes, from the moment we were still at a loss ... this irreversible end has already been set."

"As a prince of the Duke ~ www.readwn.com ~ It was my fault to fail to discover all this in advance." Taking a deep breath, Braha's expression was very bitter:

"This terrible disaster may destroy the entire Poi! But ..."

He paused suddenly, as if the following words were difficult to tell: "Master Azhamai, if you have any way to leave here, please don't care about me ..."

"Do not!"

Looking at him, Harlem Van Ashamai resolutely said: "I will not go."

"Master Azhamai, I admire your courage, but we have been holding on for ten days-if it is as you said, then even if you stay will be of no avail!" Earl Braha said in a heavy tone, dying:

"Those demons ... I saw it myself at the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain; we can't be an enemy of an evil god!"

"Yes, we can't be an enemy against an evil spirit ..." Master Ashamai squeezed his lips tightly, his eyes gleaming with firm luster:

"But someone can!"