Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Painhurs!!!"

Christina took a group of tall men in iron armor and fearless, and from the crowd of cheers, she forced a way to her lover. The passionate and beautiful rouge horse hugged the scarred pale white horse. The other elites put their two chiefs firmly in the center of the crowd.

These improved equipment, the two bodies of the centaur, both draped in heavy chain mail, and shoulders against the two-handed axe of the blood rage elite, pretending to be a happy appearance, but their hands are constantly rubbing the smooth wooden axe handles, a pair of pairs The vigilant eyes were secretly observing the movements of the Jinlu clan.

"Don't worry, she didn't dare to do it in front of everyone."

Painhurs hugged the beautiful woman in front of her, feeling the soft, hot and curvaceous body of Rouge Liema, whispering in her ear.

"That's just in case. The woman will even send her own guard to death! The ghost knows what else she dares to do! Oh, by the way, you don't understand human culture. The duty of guard is almost always Served by the chief’s blood relatives, or life and death acquaintances."

"Oh? When I first joined the Bloodfury clan, I was appointed as your guard. Then... At that time, I was your blood relative, or a life-and-death friend?" The white white horse said with a laugh.

"To shut up."

Christina originally looked distressedly at the horrible burn on her lover's body. When she heard the warlock's joke, a seductive blush instantly flew on her beautiful cheeks. White and slender fingers, shyly dotted on the blisters scalded by the flame, Painhurs grinned in pain.

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"Chief, that pale white horse, but wearing the highest crown passed down from generation to generation in your family!"

Seeing Tolia not saying a word, she turned around and left. The costumed guard next to her was anxious. The new captain of the guard: Gulvia, hurried to her side, bent her four hooves slightly, so as not to hit the antler decoration on the helmet of the descendant of God, and leaned against her. Whispering in the ear.

"You really can't shoot him in front of everyone. But we can buy it with money. Maybe that guy doesn't know the power of this crown and the meaning it represents! One hundred, no, five hundred pounds of gold ! Plus some magical wonders, you can definitely buy it from the shabby clan!"

"The arrogance is on the face, not in the heart, Gulvia. Don’t treat everyone else as a fool. Look, Painhurs casts spells instantaneously many times during the battle, and he hides the crown. Skills can explain the problem very well-he has an extremely deep understanding of the witchcraft crown.

Damn it! The hair of the warlock is also white... Withered bone sacrifice, the prophecy of Abhors..."

Toria's face was somber that it could almost drip out, but if she did something to Painhes in full view, then her promise to unite the clans would be a complete joke, and finally gathered together. This clan will also be chilled by this, and then fall apart.

Then, I can only play the yin slowly in the future. The primary goal now is to eliminate the remnants of the Supreme King.

Thinking of this, the descendant of God's Choice picked up her natural disaster war blade from the front of the sacred fire corpse, and accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, she pointed the sharp sword with dazzling electric lights at a distance to the northern castle. In front of the rebel compatriots who were frightened, they arrogantly gave orders.

"charge!!!"

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"Don't panic! Don't panic! We can block it! Close the city gate! Block the corridor!"

In the face of the death of the Supreme King and the menacing assembly of the council, the four clans fell and scattered, forming a mess inside the castle. The priest under the sacred fire tried to revive morale. However, without the deterrence of Ka'an and the badge, they could not command the two clan members that had just been incorporated.

Ka'an's deputy and spouse: Auror. The priests with determination, tried to resist, and madly gathered all the compatriots who did not collapse. In the chaos, the female priest was surprised to find that the Hammerfall clan had not wavered, and under the leadership of their chief, they still maintained a high level of discipline.

"Chief Helm! Please take your Hammerfall clan into the battle! With the tall walls, we can resist the council's army! We still have hope of a comeback!"

Auror is like a drowning horse floating in the sea, trying to grab the last life-saving straw on the sea. She ran frantically in the direction of Chief Falling Hammer, but what greeted her was a sharp feather that covered the sky. arrow.

A barbed iron arrow with a handle by a hammer craftsman, forged by a hammer, like a locust in the sky, densely hitting the female priest's body.

The sharp arrow clusters cannot penetrate the defense of the chain mail, but there are still some highly skilled archers who shoot feather arrows into the opponent's slender front legs, white hands, and charming cheeks! Accompanied by waves of tactful wailing, shocking scarlet waves splashed out.

"Helm! Do you want to betray the Supreme King too!"

The Supreme Queen uttered a scream of horror. The ends of those barbed arrows were tied with a flexible twine soaked in animal fat. The hammer soldier lowered the longbow in his hand and pulled it hard. The sharp iron arrow penetrated into her body and immediately rubbed against it. With the delicate flesh and blood of the female priest, shrinking back, hideous barbs

, Jammed her hard bones tightly, and instantly knocked down this young man and horse!

"Sorry, I'm actually an undercover agent."

Seeing the supreme queen who was always high above, now she collapsed in a pool of muddy blood, her hands and feet were torn and pierced by barb feather arrows, and the soldiers were dragged all the way to her feet, Helm raised calmly. With the heavy hammer in his hand, the terrifying iron-cast hammer face was constantly enlarged in Auror’s pupils..·······················································

"Pouch."

"The Supreme King is dead! Now inside the castle, I, the Hammer Chief Helm, has the highest status! You should obey my command!!!" The spy chief wielded the huge brain and blood-stained warhammer, high inside the castle. Roar.

"I order you to open the door and surrender! Only in this way will the descendants of God forgive you for your crimes! If any one chooses to resist, then Chief Golden Foot will pour out her boundless anger on everyone's heads!

At that time, all of you will be thrown into the Black Sea! The soul is always trapped in the dark seabed, unable to feel the warm sunshine, shining warmly on its own face, unable to feel the gentle breeze, lightly sweeping the coat of the body, and unable to enjoy the beauty of the four hooves galloping freely on the grassland. ! "

Hearing Helm's declaration, the chaotic people finally recovered some sanity. Because of this horrible continuous sitting, those compatriots who insist on resisting seem to be their father-killing enemies! In order to survive, one by one pulled out the longbow scimitar at his waist in an instant, and slaughtered every devout priest of Skerritt beside him.

The successive deaths of the high-level leaders of the Holy Fire also caused the believers to lose their command, form a mess, and fight each other. It was like a lonely island in the vast ocean, and it didn't take long for it to be completely swallowed by more people than them.

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"Squeak--"

When the parliamentary army arrived at the city gate, the rebels had already cleaned up the interior. The flag burning with golden flames, falling into the filthy mud, and the blood-soaked Helm, led the fall hammer man and horse, opened the heavy door, and the remaining clansmen knelt and stood on both sides trembling, welcoming the army into the city.

"Old... old friend, I have completed my task, Skerritt's Glory, it's you, not yours."

Seeing Toria, who was fully armed and walking in front of the army, Chief Falling Hammer showed a flattering smile. Before she waited for more sets, countless verdant winding vines stretched out from the descendants of God's choice, turning into wildly dancing green pythons, flaring their teeth and claws, tying Helm's six limbs and skeletal bodies!