Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Abhuos and his priests quickly healed the injuries of the two chiefs. The defeated Chief Wind Howl, after a few seconds of depression, regained that kind of carefree character. The four ghostly ghostly snow-green horseshoes instantly walked to Christina's side.

A thin, white left arm straddled the four heads near her neck, and the soft skin gently rubbed the Chimera leather armor, among the pale golden hairs, and enthusiastically embraced the right shoulder of Chief Bloodwrath.

At the same time, Mead's right hand turned into a small storm, accurately rolling up the fruit snacks in front of him, and sending them to his mouth without caring - those things were bought by Painhurs.

"Woo, my position in the council is about to bottom out. I was first beaten by the muscular sister Gui Gui from Thunder Pike, and then yelled by the priest of the Withered Bones clan. I almost won, but I was beaten by you again. I bluffed and surrendered!" The Howling Chief pretended to be pitiful, trying to win the sympathy of the other party, so that the compatriots in front of her would no longer care about the fact that she was eating and drinking. "The face of the ancestors of the clan will all be lost by me!"

"Oh? So, how powerful are the chiefs of the Stormpike clan?" Christina rolled her eyes, and kindly wrapped her arms around the opponent's neck, trying to extract more information.

"Ah, every time I mention her, the bones all over my body will ache." Chief Wind Howl shivered involuntarily. "Just like you, she relies on the absolute superiority of strength and physique to physically crush the enemy. However, the expensive strength of the muscle sister, I am afraid that it is above you, it is almost a half-man and half-horse shape. Titan giant."

While chewing on the slices of meat, Mead complained of dissatisfaction.

"Let me do the math. I have not challenged the chiefs of the Greymane clan and the Jinlu clan. The former has never been to the arena at all, and the latter... the golden girl, the equipment is too luxurious to offend , Can't afford it."

Just when the horses and men were fighting like a raging fire, a round of blood-like magnificent sun slowly sank into the mountains and rivers of the west. The druids of various clans also indicated that the spell slots were exhausted. The people who didn't want to be **** on the stage, or died in internal communication, or clutching broken bones, who wailed until the morning of tomorrow, had to end today's game in anguish.

Several compatriots who sold gambling vouchers also left the venue with a smile on their horses, which was full of coins and sheepskins.

"Let's go, Rouge." After just a few hours, the familiar Maid had skipped the naming stage and took on the nickname directly. She raised two illusory slender arms and gestured like antlers on both sides of her head. "The golden light with the two branches must be prepared inside the human fortress, waiting for our visit."

"By the way...Why do you keep eating all day, and your body is as immature and weak as a sapling?" Christina murmured silently.

"Because I am a semi-elemental creature." Chief Wind Howl said confidently. "I need a lot of energy to maintain the serious loss caused by every elementalization. In fact, when I first came to Tiefengbao, I was also a man of standard physique. It's just that I have been playing too hard these days."

Christina smiled and shook her head. The group slowly came to the huge fortress in the east of the castle. Only here can they barely accommodate the oversized size of the men and horses. The descendants of God's Choice even ordered their men to widen the stone building, all the doors inside, and clear the rooms of the original Gothic nobles, covered with pale golden cats. Human fur, as his new bedroom.

No way, there are only these lion-headed guys nearby, with a lot of beautiful fur that is close to golden. The mattress can’t be dyed. If it fades, it’s not very troublesome to clean it if it rubs against your silky and beautiful coat.

While transforming the bedroom, Chief Jinlu also made drastic changes to the barbarian’s most spacious conference hall. All the tables and chairs suitable for humanoid creatures were chopped off for firewood and replaced with sheets of comfortable sheepskin on the backhand. The clansmen lay lazily on it, listening to their own strategic deployment, while eating her meticulously prepared delicacies.

In order to entertain these chiefs from afar, the descendants of God have been hosting a feast for many days, with soft cheese, salted barbecue, and the fragrant melons and fruits brought by the Greymane clan from Asia Minor. There are even some rare honeys.

The Greymane clan was once a mercenary of the Eastern Roman Empire. They walked down the grassland all the way south, crossed the Caucasus Mountains by mistake, and were active in Armenia, acting as scouts for the empire.

After hearing that the northern tribes gathered again, these guys pretended to agree to the request of the empire to join the vast war in the South against Sassan, and after asking for a deposit and food from Augustus, they immediately turned around and left again. Once on the Caucasus mountain road, he fled without looking back, making Arcadius very angry.

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When she was full of food and drink, Tolia patted her palms, and several people and horses immediately carried six large wooden boxes, and respectfully dragged them to the front of the six clan chiefs. Christina opened the box curiously, and saw that there were some newly-forged iron arrow clusters and slender spear tips-this is nothing rare, and the Bloodfury clan will also forge it.

But... underneath these weapons is a long-sleeved chain mail specially forged for centuries! Thousands of strong iron rings, densely woven together, covering the entire human race

Only the front circle of these special armors continued to weave downward, like a curtain of steel, just blocking everyone's exposed chest and abdomen in front of the steed.

"Oh my God! A tailor-made chain mail for men and horses?!"

Maid yelled in disbelief. "Bling! Do you still retain the craftsmanship for forging chain mail?"

"Of course, the chain mail was originally invented by our people!" Chief Jinlu raised his head proudly. "As long as I have enough iron ore, and enough time, I can protect all the people of my tribe with strong steel!

Today, we have laid down important mineral veins for mankind. There is no shortage of iron ingots for the time being, but the manpower is seriously insufficient. Therefore, I want to ask the chiefs to invite all the blacksmiths to come to this city, and I will teach them the art of forging wire without reservation! The finished products are divided equally among everyone! After all, the manufacturing process of chain mail is really cumbersome, and with all the efforts of the craftsmen of the whole family, only one can be made every day. Does anyone object to this suggestion? "

"No objection, no objection, I will write a letter right now to bring all the craftsmen within the clan over." The chief of the Stormpike clan hurriedly shook his head, exchanging technology and finished products unconditionally? A fool would refuse such a good thing.

Pain Hess looked at the chain mail on Rouge Lima's hand. The closure of each iron ring had not been welded or riveted. It's just simply stuck together. But in this remote place, it can be regarded as a very reliable armor-the descendant of the gods is really powerful, first to show strength, and then to draw people's hearts. If this happens, maybe she can really reunify the people... ·

"Brothers and sisters! I want to turn this fortress into the military fortress of the Centaur Kingdom! Provide a steady stream of weapons and armors for our brave warriors! At the same time, we go south, over the mountains, and looting The most prosperous seaport granary in the Eastern Gothic Kingdom-Diodosia! Obtain enough food reserves to sustain our large-scale military operations! Are you good?"

"Yes!"

"delicious!"

"Pillager! Conquer! Kill!"

"Alan, Nure's chosen descendant!!!"

The people attending the banquet clapped their hands and applauded the chief's plan. Waves of noisy noise pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to its climax!

Compared with farming, nomadism is an extremely fragile and unstable economic system. A heavy snowfall can push the tribe to the brink of destruction. Therefore, in order to maintain their livelihoods, nomads regard plundering and invading as the same as farmers planting seedlings and sowing seeds, which is a necessary behavior to obtain living resources.

Even the peasants under the feudal system will rebel into bandits and bandits when they cannot pay taxes or eat food due to natural and man-made disasters. Not to mention the looting nomadic cavalry! The grassland athletes who come and go like the wind will use **** wars to plunder the resources for survival and transfer the contradictions within the tribe.

Choosing between starving to death by yourself or starving to other people? This has nothing to do with good and evil, it's just a simple predator of the weak.