Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The violent winds, the huge waves, the pale electric current that obscured the sky, accompanied by the deafening thunder, shuttled back and forth in the downpour.

No one wants to go to war in this ghostly weather. The mighty parliamentary army camped south of the Glory of Skerrit. Hiding inside the sturdy tent, listening to the dense sound of raindrops hitting the thick felt, while lying lazily on the ground, recovering the physical strength consumed during the march, quietly waiting for the end of the winter rain in the Mediterranean climate.

After K'an ended the rebellion and annexed the two clans in one go, it would take time to sort out the chaotic situation. More importantly-his spell slots are almost exhausted. The sacred fire of one step and three calculations also wants to drag the war to tomorrow. As a result, the two sides of the war reached a strange tacit understanding in this torrential rain.

But the chief of the Hammerfall clan, lying on her sheepskin mattress, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Ka'an looked like a nightmare in the daytime, deeply into her mind-in fact, Helm and Toria The personal relationship is very good. The two clans have fought side by side in the depths of the Eurasian sea of ​​grass for countless years. Later, because of certain things, I had to disperse.

Yes, in this civil strife, the only clan that did not betray Ka'an is actually a spy of the descendants of God's choice. She fought side by side with the Supreme King, secretly, and secretly communicated with Toria.

Helm didn't need any "voting certificates" to show loyalty, so she refused the two chiefs' invitation to rebel. Out of curiosity and sense of responsibility, the Chief of Falling Hammer also wanted to see if the rebels could force Ka'an's so-called secret weapon, so he never fought back.

As a result, the two chiefs did force the hole cards of the sacred fire, but the degree of terror of the thing far exceeded the tolerance limit of the power of the parliament! The terrifying pressure that was as heavy as a mountain range was deeply imprinted in the depths of Helm's soul. The chief who fell the hammer had to consider the future of the clan. Otherwise, just make the mistake and do it directly under Ka'an.······

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Next day

After a day and night of heavy rain, it finally stopped. The brilliant golden sunlight pierced the dark clouds, and the magnificent colorful Changhong hung high above the blue sky.

Under the shining of the warm morning sun, a large army of parliament soldiers approached the city. The strict Tolia covered with golden lacquered wood chips and turquoise vines, holding high the golden horseshoe banner, carrying seven chiefs and seven flags, walked in front of the army mightily. The sound of thousands of horseshoes trampling on the grassland at the same time shocked everyone!

Golden Horseshoe Flag, Scarlet Skull Flag, Corrupted Bone Flag, Black Cloud Thunder Flag, Grey Falcon Flag, Pale Storm Flag, Chaos Musical Flag Flag, Double Bird Tail Flag, lined up, hunting in the air.

Toria, Christina, Abhus, Cassandra, Gorell, Med, Payana, An Ran. The eight heavily armed chieftains were awe-inspiring, and their killing intent rose to the sky.

The mixed army lances composed of golden shoes, blood fury, thunder spear, gray mane, wind howl, dead poets, and Tasmar clan are like forests, and bows are like rain. Has been extended to the end of the line of sight.

Facing the mighty and majestic military appearance of the council, the defenders of Skerrit's Glory did not take it seriously. They all understood the trump card of the Supreme King. What about the number of people? No one can get rid of the constraints of the gods of nature and community. Although he has disappeared for a hundred years. But that irreversible divine power once again descended on the material world.

"Squeak--"

Accompanied by the sound of the heavy, decayed wooden door opening, the Supreme King, dressed in white cloth and enchanted chain mail, walked out of the fortress's gate alone and threw a pale banner with golden flames to Toria's. Underfoot.

"The Supreme King Ka'an, under Skerrit's impartial gaze, challenge you! Toria of the Jinlu clan! XBS!!!"

Ka'an knows well. He must show his overwhelming power in front of all chiefs. Otherwise, a badge alone can force their bodies, but cannot conquer their hearts-every time the badge's supernatural power is activated, it will consume a lot of energy!

Take a step back, what if you are attacked at night? What if the emblem is stolen by others in your sleep? Could it be possible that he could still hold onto this divine emblem for twenty-four hours without sleeping?

After all, foreign objects are foreign objects, and their own strength is the fundamental.

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"One-on-one? The invincible parliamentary army under my command has an overwhelming advantage! Your ridiculous tribe is at stake in front of me and vulnerable! Tell me, Holy Fire. Why should I give up my advantage and one Mad believers fight alone?"

Toria frowned and let out an arrogant laugh. Every green vine on the vajra wood armor was trembling slightly because of the wild laugh of the descendants of God's choice.

"Because your roots are still shallow. There are new enemies of werewolves in the west, and old hatreds in the east. Your council is sandwiched between the two, and you will face the risk of war on both sides at any time. Tell me, Toria. Do you want to combine one? A bruising battle has turned into a sacred heads-up? If I lose, my people will surrender to you unconditionally. You can annex the four clans without a single soldier."

"This man asked me to marry me before. Even if he loses the battle, his life is not in danger. If he loses, let his men kill him with all arrows. Holy oath? Humph! Hundreds of years have ignored the suffering of people Don’t ask, that **** might have fallen a long time ago! What kind of gods are you talking about?

Holy! "

Thinking of this, the descendant of God's Choice squinted his eyes. From his waist, he drew a gorgeous long sword studded with gems and gold. "Your favourable terms make me unable to refuse. Good! The descendants of Tomiris, the chief of the Jinlu clan, accept your challenge. XBS!"

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The horses and horses set aside an empty meadow for the two leaders to fight alone. Accompanied by the sound of thunder as horses hooves stepped through the grassland, the two simultaneously grabbed a sharp spear and launched an unstoppable charge forward! The slender and sharp tip of the spear is enlarged and enlarged in the opponent's pupils!

Seeing the tip of the spear that whizzed, the temples of the two were instantly soaked in cold sweat! The super-high-speed spear charge is probably the most terrifying physical kill in the cold weapon era. The two chiefs bend their bodies to the side at the same time, and adjust the direction of their spears together, trying to stab the target that is also evading in the process of avoiding!

"Stab it!!!"

After a round of hedging, Ka'an was finally better. His spear hit Tolia's lower abdomen first, but he couldn't pierce the vajra armor with a strange arc, the sharp spear tip, and even the armor. The smooth, arc-shaped surface of the piece was shifted, leaving a long string of shocking scars only on the surface of the gold and green armor.

And Toria’s spear rubbed Ka'an's strong body, regretfully stabbing a loneliness, the descendant of God’s choice smiled slightly, accompanied by a deafening roar, and a dazzling pale light, on the smooth and thick wooden pole. , Instantly wrapped around Wanjun Thunder! A sacred fire that swept and continued to hit his side. But once again hit a void-the enchantment of the opponent's chain armor turned Ka'an into an untouchable ghost, avoiding this deadly thunder and lightning sweep!

The sacred fire is like an illusory storm, passing straight through Toria's graceful body, and after she is despiritued, she turns around, draws a sword, and slashes! And the descendants of God's Choice had already made an incredible move, stopped the pace of the charge, turned around with lightning speed, drew his sword, and greeted each other!

"clang!!!"

The two sharp long swords fought together fiercely, accompanied by the harsh metal friction, spattering large dazzling scarlet sparks!