Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The predator leader wearing a black feather cloak, like a terrible falcon hidden in the night, shuttles and wanders on the edge of the chaotic battlefield, shooting sharp feathers and arrows, harvesting the lives of the enemy.

Soon, when he shot through the throat of the third cavalryman, causing the half man and half sheep to cough up blood in pain, and fall off horseback, the two satyrs also locked on the vicious predator leader.

The two of them looked at each other and nodded quite tacitly. The male Sartre warrior wearing leather armor and holding a spear slew towards Curonia from the front. The graceful body of the female bard, also like a ghost, gradually disappeared into the night of battle. Leave a strong steed to gallop and neigh on the battlefield.

"Ok?"

Curonia raised his eyebrows, the sturdy prairie horse, lowered his slender neck to the height of his back, trying to minimize the air resistance when charging at full speed. The Sartre warrior it carried, holding a flint spear over three meters long in both hands, pierced his throat fiercely!

The vicissitudes of face of the predator leader showed a disdainful smile. He murmured something in his mouth, and with a light wave of his huge rough right hand, guiding countless vigorous green light beams, instantly submerged into the horse's body. The rushing prairie horse suddenly stiffened and couldn't do anything except breathe! The sturdy four-hooves that turned into a shadow also stopped running, and the huge body fell to the ground with a horrific weight of more than 1,500 pounds, directly crushing the left leg of the Sartre soldier.

"Do not!!!"

For the stealth effect, the bard, who abandoned her horse and walked on foot, came a step late. She watched her fell to the ground, howling in pain, and let out an angry scream, showing her true shape behind Curonia. With a fierce kick of the sheep's hoof, the whole person rode directly on the brown horseback of the predator leader.

"Damn it! While the earplugs blocked the sound, it also greatly reduced my perception ability! Normally, I have spotted this sneaking monster long ago!"

The bard didn't say much, his white and delicate right arm locked Curonia's throat forever, while his left hand was playing with a sharp iron dagger, and it stabbed the enemy's heart fiercely.

"Huh!!!"

A huge black eagle hovering in the low altitude has already discovered the danger of its owner. As early as when the bard revealed its prototype, it stretched its wings in the air, like a dark meteor, tearing through the dim night sky, and smashed it fiercely. Above the left arm of the left arm!

The sharp eagle claws penetrated Sartre's delicate flesh and skin, cutting off her wrist tendons with precision, making her unable to grasp the sharp dagger and hurt her master.

The bard let out a painful cry, and while giving up on his right arm, he pulled out the other's earplugs. The whole person deliberately fell off his horse, turned a few laps on the grass, and reopened his distance with one person and one eagle. Then, He took out his beloved Mu flute from his waist again, her delicate lips, and the black flute mouth, getting closer and closer.

But the predator leader is faster! When the other party loosened his neck, he chanted the second spell, the endless green pasture turned into a blue giant python that was dancing wildly, wriggling, spinning, roaring, and spreading his teeth and claws. Travel poet.

Dozens of the strongest pastures twisted their huge bodies, piercing directly into Sartre's warm and moist mouth, and extending down her throat, roughly interrupting the opponent's spellcasting and singing.

How could the delicate throat withstand the torture of rough grass? Disgusting nausea continued to surge, the bard knelt to the ground, painfully rolling his eyes, let alone fighting, even standing up became a luxury.

Taking this opportunity, Curonia turned around, raised his sturdy and slender horseshoes high, controlled his strength, and accurately trampled on her white back neck. The opponent turned his eyes and passed out directly.

"Huh-it's so dangerous, I almost capsized in the gutter."

The predator leader let out a long sigh of relief and touched his black eagle affectionately. After wiping the cold sweat from the sideburns, he skillfully cut the tendons of the hands and feet of the two Satyrs and found all the weapons and equipment. The binding was tight, and it was carried on his back.

At the same time, the battle ended completely under the overwhelming advantage of the Centaur.

"Retreat, retreat! Return to the fort before the enemy's reinforcements arrive! The other clans are doing the tracking task. It's not bad for us. It's enough to catch so many prisoners and go back to torture!" Painhurs took off his earplugs, and the breeze was light The sound of rubbing across the grassland resounded once again, and the world around him became clear again.

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Just as Sartre and the troll mercenaries performed their tasks of harassing and containing the main force of the council, the terrifying wolf sea regrouped! Horus led a total of 10,000 soldiers and half-life werewolf veterans, and more than 50,000 Gothic Xinding who can kill enemies and be responsible for food and grass. Along the southern coast, they smashed to Diodosia. Very close.

In the Cangqing Wolf King’s prediction, it would take at least two days for the people to figure out what happened. It would be even more difficult to get rid of Sartre’s harassment, and the journey back would be a long one. despair.

I can definitely regain the important granary of the kingdom before their reinforcements arrive!

However, Horus never imagined that after the poets of the dead returned to the council, the communication ability of the horses had a qualitative leap.

Ben was reluctant to send these hundreds of bards to the battlefield, and transferred them to an easier and more important task-serving as a signal base station and communication tower.

The Glory of Diodosiya and Skerrit is less than a hundred kilometers away, and there are about ninety-three wooden guard towers evenly distributed along the road. In each tower, there is a gorgeous bard who is carefully protected in the center by dozens of tough, heavy-armored soldiers.

They have long understood the second-ring magic [Wind Xun Shu]. The low-level poets of the dead can probably spread the news one kilometer away, while the elite core members can increase this distance to 1,500 meters, or even higher!

Just after the scout brought back the news that the Wolf King’s soldiers were approaching Odosia, the dead poet who stayed in the city immediately mixed the news in a magical storm and blew the news to the nearest guard tower, the inside of the guard tower. The dead of poetry also performed the [wind information technique], throwing the news verbatim to the second bard in the north, then the third, the fourth...something similar to children's communication games.

The terrifying news was transmitted to the north along the wooden tower of the Jinlu clan. A few hours later, the news of the Horus soldiers approaching the city was blown to the parliament by the violent wind, and the chiefs were frightened and defeated!

"A large-scale werewolf army appeared in the rear! Suspected as the main Gothic force, return quickly!!!"