Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Don't let her run!!" Painhurs roared angrily, and a dim pink light flickered in the white felt hat. While Asana was running in the air, a blasphemous tentacled by the flesh and blood of the caster also stretched out from Painhurs’ shoulders, dancing, spinning, and whistling, grabbing the barbarian. The priest's white ankle pulled back fiercely!

The sharp claws of the skeleton cut away the golden light, and the fragile flesh and skin. The dark green poisonous cloud entwined on the tentacles swarmed in along the rotten and rotten wounds, bursting and whistling in Asana's body, making her all over her body, as if crawling through thousands of ants, itching and painful. At the extreme, it seemed to be exposed naked in the severe cold of the north, and all his limbs were frozen stiff.

"Damn! This guy casts spells, doesn't he need to pray or sing!"

"Yo roar!" Looking at the female priest's milky white and smooth skin, clusters of terrifying dark green poisonous clouds emerged. The bully little devil immediately flapped two huge fleshy wings and flew into the sky. The barb-shaped sharp scorpion tail gleams with a deadly light!

Seeing that he could not move, he was dragged back to the side of the people by the dark green tentacles. Asana uttered a desperate cry in her heart. Praying frantically to the Ming he believes in.

However, it was not Ming who responded to her, but a comrade-in-arms who had fought with her for many years. The chaotic wharf once again burned a golden light, and another priest hiding in the crowd decisively exposed his identity, raised his arms high, and humblely prayed for Ming's power!

"They have more accomplices!!"

Pain Hess pulled out a heavy throwing spear. At the moment the javelin was shot, his waist, wrist, and fingers were rotated at the same time to exert force. The slender wooden handle that came out of the hand was along the longitudinal axis of the slender wooden pole. Turn it clockwise! This greatly maintains the stability of the javelin flying in the air. On the other hand, it tore a graceful curve in the moist air, accompanied by the horrible whistling sound.

The priest watched the child's arm throwing a spear, growing in his pupils. He gritted his teeth, did not choose to dodge, but chanted more religiously, letting the terrorist killer flutter, whirl, and whizz to tear his abdomen.

As the spear pierced through the priest's body, it also rotated the sharp spear blades on both sides, mixing his muscles and internal organs into a mass of paste, one after the other, two **** vortices mixed with fleshy flesh were cut out.

However, the pale white horse was still half a step slower. Before the priest died, he finally prayed. The dying barbarian priest, before he was overwhelmed by pain and darkness, led a group of brilliant and brilliant holy energy to the sky. Clearing the Necro plague from the leader's body. Asana, who was reborn, immediately used her magical energy to construct a hard-headed hammer, smashing the illusory tentacles!

"General! This is my last technique..."

Seeing the enemy who was regaining his freedom, holding a powerful weapon composed of magical energy in his hand, Magnus quickly clipped his tail and turned a 180-degree bend in the air. The crimson body gradually faded away. Between the blue sky.

"A caravan's slave... Damn it! Curonia! Blow the horn of the enemy attack! The druids go back to protect the children! You and your predators, block the nearby roads, tell all the soldiers, let They kill or grab all the slaves with double-circle crosses on their cheeks! Leave none! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Yes!"

"Heniwell! Can you catch that general alive!" Looking at the chaotic camp and the female priest who was gradually moving away, Painhurs frowned uneasy-the other party was already beyond the maximum reach of the ghost hand In the face of a priest who can heal wounds, bows and arrows can only delay the casting time.

As for the [vaporization form]? He could indeed fly into the sky with this arcane spell, but after turning his whole body into a storm, he could float forward at most two feet per second, which was too slow.

"Do you know how to swim? We, Alexandria's children, all know this skill." Herniwell asked instead without answering.

"Of course it will." Painhurs replied inexplicably.

"That's good." The drow grabbed his student's left hand and felt his hot body temperature. The delicate red lips revealed a complex spell, and the dark right hand drew a circle in the air to construct a dark temporary door.

The white white horse followed the teacher into any door, and the surrounding scenery suddenly turned into a crazy picture of thousands of colors, painted at will. The colorful stars burned and collapsed in the dark abyss. A huge crimson crack runs through the entire chaotic world, exhausting at the end of the field of vision, and the inside of the crack spreads, flows, and vomits distorted, blasphemous, **** rays of light.······

Before the acting chief had time to take a good look at the surrounding scenery, his eyes suddenly went dark, and all the bizarre and bizarre sights disappeared. Instead, there was a deep blue face and a human with orange-red hair... ··Heniwell teleported them to the top of Asana's head!

"Damn it! The salty sea water hurts the hair so much!!"

Ps: I went to Xi'an to do business on the weekend... The plane flew over at 1 am and will fly home at 6 am tomorrow... The biological clock is broken...