Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Glory of Skerritt

Time moved forward slightly. After the all-night party, the chiefs held their aching foreheads from the hangover in the evening, woke up leisurely, and began to divide the spoils. The sacred fire was completely extinguished, and the three clans were revoked. The remaining 8,000 people and their property were like a large piece of fragrant and delicious lamb chops, which made the nine chiefs coveted.

"I don't want to expand the population of the clan, and don't accept anyone. Correspondingly, I will take an extra share of the material and property of the Holy Fire." An Ran of Tasmar groaned in pain, several young and handsome elven male favorites , Quickly picked up the chief's dark hair and gently massaged her white forehead to relieve the pain caused by the hangover.

"The Bloodfury clan is just the opposite. We don't want the weapons and equipment of the priest, nor the gold and silver treasures that we have stolen. However, we need a large number of clan disbanded and homeless brothers and sisters to join the bloodfury banner." Hess was accompanied by Christina and said calmly. In this era, the brewing technology was inferior, and the alcohol content was not very high, and he barely touched his own death line.

Sacred Fire and his party were the last clan to enter Gredinian, the rich village, and the huge herd, which had already been looted by other monsters. The Glory of Skerrit is a small port fortress with a prosperous fishing industry but no livestock. As a result, the poor nomads are going to die and eat salted fish every day.

The extreme shortage of food is also one of the important reasons why Ka'an is eager to declare war.

However, Tasmar raised a large number of goblins and elves. They did not have enough resources and food to continue to expand their clan. Therefore, they needed some rather sophisticated weapons and armors from the priest.

Bloodfury is the opposite. As the first Centaur clan to sack the peninsula, their livestock population has expanded to a terrible number, that is, the clan population, which suffered heavy damage during the war. Important grazing work needs to rely on the Goths and the Caucasus. Dogs are needed to complete, a large population is urgently needed.

After a large-scale controversy of frontal wrangling and secret bribery, the Bloodfury clan gave up all the gold and silver treasures, and got 1,600 adult horses and 800 immature horses. The size of the clan was three times larger than in the heyday. The other clans also got what they wanted with satisfaction.

However, in the end, there are still a thousand celebrities who have not decided to belong. Although the livestock and food of other clans are not as scarce as Tasmal, they are not much more. Suddenly joining so many members, internal stability is also a headache. And Toria's Jinlu clan has five figures. The internal population is too saturated, and she is not interested in receiving more members.

Of course, this kind of secret transaction like a slave trader is absolutely impossible to tell the outsiders. The council will use various high-sounding reasons to assign those who have no clan to the chiefs in accordance with the agreement reached at the meeting. .

"There are a thousand people left, and the blood is going to be angry."

Painhurs secretly calculated the number of livestock within the clan, cruelly, and spoke again. There are a large number of Gothic barbarians within the clan, all inclusive of the prosperous fishing ports in the southern coastal area, and countless fish are caught every day. With this labor force...No, I mean brothers and sisters, all the barbarians responsible for grazing and farming are sent to the fishing port to work, which can barely afford it.

"You want more? Don't be too greedy, pale horse." Toria frowned, there was something in her words. "As far as I know, the Bloodfury clan has a population of only nine hundred, and it has expanded to four thousand in a short period of time. With such a big appetite, are you not afraid to choke? Some things need to be done within your means."

"Our clan's internal affairs, don't bother you." Christina scrambled. Since there is an irreconcilable conflict between the two parties, there is no need to continue to be arrogant.

"Huh!!!"

When the two chiefs were fighting each other, the curtain of the tent was suddenly opened, and two sweaty scouts rushed into the meeting in a panic, shouting in horror under the incomprehensible gaze of the chiefs. "Troll! Sartre! A coalition of monsters is approaching the fortress!"

Toria lowered her head and pondered for a while, but the other clans did not have enough food and continued to expand. My clan has suddenly increased by one-tenth of its population. It is really unnecessary to say that this mess is big or small, and it is not necessary to harm others and harm yourself. Forget it, let the blood anger play by yourself! The population has suddenly quadrupled, and I want to see how they balance internal conflicts!

"But... our territory is too turbulent. From the Glory of Skerrit to the northern grasslands of Iron Peak Fort, there are too many monster clans moving and wandering. In order to let the three thousand newcomers, follow you People of this tribe have a higher degree of tacit understanding and sense of identity. The task of cleaning up those alien races is left to you. Of course, we will also provide support to a certain extent."

"Deal."

"Very well, silly rebirth monster, and Sao hoof playing with the flute, right? Kill them."

Chief Jinlu finally endured the pain of not staying drunk, and forced a calm face, showing a painful expression for the first time. The guard beside him quickly presented a huge wooden box.

With a light wave of Toria's left hand, she saw countless verdant vines, entwining her elegant and handsome body like a poisonous snake. Countless fixed-position vines continued to dance with her slender and twisted green body. Grabbing a piece of golden curved wooden boards, arm them on the six limbs of the descendants of God. Including a huge antlers decorated on both sides and countless exquisite carvings on the front

Patterned golden mask.

The entire dressing process does not exceed five seconds.

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Outside the city, accompanied by Sartre's bard, the fascinating whistle of ecstasy, the troll roared, aggressively killing the patrolling troops. The scout in Jinlu just wanted to open his bow to meet him, but the lustful flute sound filled with mana had already reached their ears!

The black and white night scene in front of me is like a calm lake. I was thrown into a stone, rippling waves and waves. When all the shaking and distorted visions dissipated, the enchanting woman with sheep's hooves in the distance turned into a high above the ordinary , The unsmiling chief Jinlu, and also scratched his head to pose, blooming an ambiguous smile.

"The Bard's Melody Illusion..." The scout tried to get rid of the interference of the hallucinations, but the hallucinations displayed by the other party were too fascinating, and that was the chief that could not be touched in normal days! Even if it was a dream, the scout couldn't help but want to finish it.

At this moment, the troll roaring "Oli Gai" was less than fifty feet away from them.

"That's an illusion, an illusion! I will wake up!" Some determined men screamed in desperation. While shooting dense sharp feather arrows to hinder the troll's charge, they tried to awaken the compatriots who had fallen into their dreams. .

However, more glamorous half-humans and half-goats joined the battlefield. They took out the clarinets around their waists one after another. One could not control two, and two could not control the group! Hundreds of shepherd flutes play a gentle and evil seductive melody at the same time. The sound of miracle hovered over the battlefield, unable to dissipate for a long time.

Looking at the imposing troll tribe in front of me, I looked at the "Golden Foot Chief" created by the illusion technique beside me, gently touching his face, even the most determined veteran gradually gave up resistance and was in a gentle environment. , Tremblingly threw down the longbow in his hand.

At this time, the trolls were only twenty feet away from them!