Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The druids of the Withered Bones clan fluttered their wings and turned into ferocious falcons, entrenched under the blue sky, observing the changes in the battlefield. The warriors of golden shoes, blood fury, thunder spears, poisonous bites, and Tasmar galloped across the grassland, using Parthian shooting techniques to contain tens of thousands of bloodthirsty werewolves. For a time, the terrifying and creepy sound like a howling banshee covered the entire battlefield, and tens of thousands of werewolves were bathed in the shadow of the sky and sun, and waited with fear. With death and pain coming.

At the same time, nearly one-third of the troops left the central battlefield, their flags painted with dark gray terrifying falcons and light purple lightning storms. The Greymane clan of Gorion and the Windhowl clan of Mead, like a terrifying storm, surrounded the edge of the battlefield, and slew to the south.

"There are nearly two thousand five hundred people on the other side! If you stop them close, won't you suffer huge casualties?" The heartless Chief Wind Howl rarely worried for others once. The long and flowing hair of snow-blue color danced with the wind behind Meide, like a beautiful lavender cloud.

"It's okay. When our Greymane clan fought for the Romans, we swallowed a lot of weapons and equipment. When we left Asia Minor, we even blackmailed those humans." Chief Goriel burst out with a confident smile. However, along with the squirming of facial muscles, an ugly scar that pierced through the bridge of her nose, extending from the left ear to the right ear, also twitched lightly, looking very horrible and terrifying.

Chief Wind Howl carefully looked at the opponent's equipment. The gray mane is similar to the Thunder Spear Centaur's equipment, both with spears and shields. However, these shields are not made by horses at first glance. The large oval shield extending from the horseshoe to the neck is painted with the bright "XP" symbol of the Romans. Everyone wore tough leather armor. More than 500 soldiers near the chief were even equipped with Roman-style short-sleeved chain mail. The long-range weapons behind some people are not traditional composite longbows. It is a crossbow that looks quite delicate.

If Thunder Spear is an invincible spear. Their shocking group charge can destroy all enemies in front of them. Then, Greymane is an indestructible shield. During their long career as a mercenary, they even learned the heavy infantry battles of the Romans.

The iron-plated elliptical shields on one side overlap each other to form an airtight wall, which protects the gray-maned centaur from the throat to the hoof. And between the shield and the shield, at the overlap of the "V" shape, a slender and sharp steel spear protruded.

Under the command of Chief Goril, the Greymane Centaur had two wings in front and the center behind, forming a pocket shape. It walked slowly but neatly, and screamed towards the wolves on the left wing of the Goth. Straighten up his body, transform into a werewolf form amidst the crackling sound of bones, wave the giant axe and shield in his hand, and hit the wall of Gorell's shield head-on!

At this moment, the eight hundred wind howling men and horses standing at the end immediately left the formation. Under the leadership of Maid, like a violent wind, they howled and killed Gaville's heavy armored pawns. Seeing that the situation was not good, the left-wing werewolf wanted to turn around to support, but they had already plunged into Gorell’s trap. The soldiers on the two wings instantly joined together and turned into a huge circle, trapping the werewolf in the formation. . Can't move!

"Prepare to fight!" Horus's general, drew out the long sword from his waist, brought the bloodthirsty werewolf wielding a two-handed axe, and greeted Maide's Wind Howling clan in front of him. However, suddenly a terrifying gust of wind blew on their heads, stifling their charge for life, making the werewolf unable to move half a step forward!

The violent air current is like a substantial turbulent wave. The creatures facing this pressure can't **** air into their lungs no matter how hard they work. No way, countless werewolves bend their waists or turn around, breathing in fresh air with big mouths, and the neat queues instantly become chaotic.

More than seventy horse warlocks with the blood of the wind element, six limbs and hundreds of skeletons instantly turned into an illusory gust of wind, followed the raging storm, and instantly rounded and outflanked Towel Loken's sides and rear. These low-level warlocks had hands. Lifting up to the sky, the thunderbolt between his eyes, with words in his mouth, transformed the arcane power into a frantic storm, blowing on these elite dying werewolves from all directions, restricting their actions.

The tyrannical winds set off pieces of land covered with tender grass, mixed with the dirty mud spots of the big beach, and slammed on the bodies of the dying soldiers, instantly messing up the armor and hair that they had carefully taken care of. Messed up.

More than 700 predators also bent their bows and set up arrows, and with the help of the power of the storm, they shot clusters of sharp arrows that covered the sky and the sun. Although the opponent is well equipped, most of the arrows can only be on the iron armor, wiping out scarlet sparks, but as time goes by, more and more arrows hit the werewolf's body, there will always be Some hapless people, the flesh and blood that was not covered by the armor, were clustered by the sharp arrows of the Wind Howl clan, and drilled scarlet holes one after another.

"Windmaking lasts for a limited time! Brothers and sisters! A quick fight!"

Maid and the twelve elite warlocks behind her took out the cut fur, and the crystal clear rosin amber from the package. Under the guidance of a series of mysterious and complex spells, these spellcasting materials gradually merged together, distorted, distorted, and alienated into a series of magnificent purple electric currents, accompanied by the sound of thunder that shook the sky, wrapped around these elite warlocks. On the shoulders of the deerskin gloves.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

Thirteen buckets of lightning beams, exuding bright purple

The dazzling light instantly exploded in front of the dying soldier! This three-ring arcane is like a leafy tree of thunder. The bucket-thick thunder beam, at the moment it hits the target, it disperses into countless small purple electric currents, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, and instantly spreads to other werewolves. Follow their moisture-filled flesh and blood, and their iron-forged armor, flying, beating, flashing, and spreading more and more!

In the end, this arcane was more like a thunderous plague, spreading to the bodies of all the deadly soldiers! ! ! The terrifying electric current paralyzed the flesh and blood of the werewolves, leaving a shocking thunder brand on their carbonized skin, the deadly high temperature, melting the iron lock armor, and even igniting their fluffy hair! Some people's hearts were affected by the electric current, and they fell straight to the ground and never got up again.

In a blink of an eye, the entire army of werewolves wailed painfully under the raging electric current. The invincible iron-cast lock armor on their bodies became a desperate devil at this moment, making the bright purple terror electric current more unscrupulous. Come back and flow! The werewolves scatter away intentionally to avoid the strike of lightning, but more than 80 low-level warlocks circled them endlessly, using the [wind-making technique] endlessly, making it difficult for them to move under the pressure of the terrifying storm!

"See the werewolf with a pinch of green fur on the helmet and a blue cloak on the back? That should be their commander!" Chief Wind Howl finally found the enemy's leader in the chaos. "Aim at that guy for another round!"

"Damn it! Who is the commander of the centaur!" Gavill Loken was blasted by electricity under the raging beam of lightning. He knelt on the ground, enduring the severe pain, desperately searching for the enemy chief. The fluffy left paw squeezed a scroll, looking for a chance to come back.

However, the Wind Howl clan is not as ostentatious as the Jinlu and Bloodrage Chiefs. They still retain the ancient tradition of centaurs: Chiefs wear exactly the same as soldiers when they go into battle. No one knows these hundreds of people, which is the tallest. commander!