Augustus Under the Horseshoe

, Also has anti-fouling function.

"Big...Everyone is fighting bravely, can it be said that the Bloodfury Clan is capable of this?" The tall, golden centaur sneered at each other. Standing on the commanding heights of morality and blatant words.

Painhurs took a deep look at him, grabbed the water sac, pierced the invisible armor through the mouth of the animal skin bag, and poured the sweet spring water in the bag on top of his head, lowering it. The temperature of the body surface. Grabbing the brand new spear sent by logistics, rushed to the chaotic wolf pack for the eighth time!

What they didn't know was that in the northwest direction of this battlefield, the assault team of the Jinlu clan stopped and stood by as early as after the fifth charge.

As for the subsequent three increasingly rapid horn sounds? Toria just wanted to weaken the power of other clans while winning victory, and prepare for the future unity and integration.

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Painhurs looked to the left. Magnus, who usually sleeps on his left shoulder, has long been missing. In the previous charges, the guy trembled his legs and shrank the scarlet flesh wings that were usually folded and contracted behind him. , Opened to the maximum, a posture that saw the situation not good, and flew away directly.

No way, after the battle, the endless werewolves, like the horrible scenes of tides rushing from all directions, were too terrifying. Now, this guy has disappeared without a trace.

The pale white horse shook his head speechlessly, leading the soldiers to charge while shooting out a rain of terrifying arrows covering the sky, weakening the enemy's formation and injuring the werewolf's body. Waiting for the two to get close enough, the armored fearless people retracted the compound longbows in their hands and drew out the spears that straddling them, like an unstoppable natural disaster, colliding, trampling, and drowning the chaotic front of the werewolf!

"Puff!"

Painhurs felt his hands stagnant, a lively flesh, being ruthlessly pierced by a sharp spear in his hand, dripping blood, like a flood bursting a bank, splashed everywhere, leaving him with nothing but A scarlet face was shocking.

The pale white horse quickly threw away the sharp spears that might have pierced two or three werewolves. His left hand was like a wiper, wiping the invisible force field like a windshield, and his right hand pulled out the two-handed giant axe on his side. While slashing the bloodthirsty werewolf who was catching up, he led his men and quickly left the fragmented hollow circle of the enemy.

The werewolves deliberately pursued them, but were harassed and interrupted by the eagles circling in the sky and the pasture dancing on the ground. Kuronia also brought predators and slave light cavalry to support. Shooting waves of terrible arrows covering the sky and the sun.

Those wives and children, the Gothic slaves detained in the blood rage camp, looked at them who were once compatriots, but now they have become crazy and bloodthirsty werewolves. For a while, they didn’t know what expression to show on their faces. .

If you hadn't been captured by centaurs, would you have become such a terrifying beast? Is this a blessing in disguise? The light cavalry's brain couldn't turn around for a while.

After repeated blows, the werewolves suffered heavy casualties. If it were an ordinary army, the morale of the werewolves would collapse, but these werewolves who had just been transformed were different. Seeing the blood drifting around the sculls and corpses all over the field, the only remaining sanity in their brains completely collapsed and disintegrated. The whole person succumbed to the savage and bloodthirsty desire to kill, and one by one ignored Gavill's order, rushed out of the circle, and killed the nearest man!

Those crazy werewolves whose hearts were completely swallowed up by the desire to kill, at the end of their lives, could only hear their indomitable bloodthirsty roar, covered by the endless screaming sound of feather arrows. The eyes covered by blood and anger can only see dense clusters of sharp arrows, which are getting bigger and bigger in their pupils...

"Cough! Cough! Cough!!!"

Javier Rock supported his battered body and barely got up from the ground. Dozens of arrows in his body, a few vicious cone-shaped arrows, passed through the hollow ring of the chain armor, and sank deep into his body. The left paw was almost turned into coke by the terrifying electric current. A plume of red blood, following his slender wolf kiss, slowly dripped onto the grass thirsty for blood.

The werewolf general rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked around in horror. They were defeated. Werewolves who lose their minds are like embarrassed falling water dogs, kite to death by horses and horses coming and going like wind. Wherever he looked at, his robes were filled with arrows, and the fragmented corpses piled up into mountains. Scarlet and ferocious blood, gurgling along the mountains of these corpses, converged into crimson moors in the low-lying areas.

More than half of the deadly soldiers beside him were also killed and injured. Just when Gavill was trying to retreat to Diodosiya with the surviving wolves, the Wind Howl clan who scattered and retreated to the south gathered again and blocked their only retreat.