Augustus Under the Horseshoe

There is no way to hide such a large army of werewolves walking on the vast southern pastures. The people responsible for staying behind Diodosiya quickly sent a large number of elite scouts to harass and restrain Horus' marching speed, while others took the opportunity to drag the livestock to the fortified city and wait in full battle.

The council has already thickened the width of the top of the city wall with a large number of planks and pillars, and built some huge slopes on the inside, which barely allows horses to walk on the city wall, draw bow and shoot arrows from a high altitude.

The entire group of people and horses gathered under the city wall. Under the guidance of the flying partner, they shot rounds of sharp arrows that covered the sky and the sun, making the sky full of sharp arrows, accompanied by a creepy howling. The sound, like a pouring rain, fell on the head of the black wolf tide, splashing screaming blood sprays.

"The wall race is okay."

Horus was speechless for a while, temporarily stopped the charge, led his men, and quickly retreated outside the opponent's shooting range.

If you attack directly, you might break the stone wall of Diodosia. But in that case, the army will definitely suffer heavy losses and sacrifice their precious forces in vain.

The main force of the centaur is still in the north, and the Kerch Peninsula to the east has green skins all over the mountains...So, the Cangqing Wolf King chose to avoid the edge for the time being and use another relatively safe style of play.

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"What's going on, why is the mess outside?"

Herniwell, who was doing nothing and slept in the house, was awakened by the sound of the sky-shaking horns of the people and races. The drow moved his curvaceous body, and got up lazily from the bed, just like he was dark. Jade-like delicate and tender skin, put on a white sheepskin coat, came outside the house suspiciously.

The strong color impact of black and white makes her more glamorous and enchanting. She has long beautiful silver hair, like countless soft willow branches, hanging softly and softly near Herniwell’s smooth and delicate ankles. The wind shook gently.

Centaur is a creature that attaches great importance to education and the inheritance of knowledge. Although the soldiers were displeased with the black-skinned elf, she did teach the **** people a lot of empire general knowledge, and the cultural knowledge of the elf, and even taught a powerful pale warlock hand in hand, which also won some respect within the clan.

"The werewolf went northward while the army was fighting!" a blood rage warrior said in a panic. "Quick! Black skin! Go to the city wall to resist the enemy, your magic is very important!"

"Wait, you mean werewolves? Those Gothic barbarians infected with the animalized plague?"

The drow's drowsiness dissipated most of the time, and a deep chill hit her smooth back.

Hell, those Goths are veterans of naval warfare! Centaur has no concept of naval warfare, but when he was fighting under the banner of Quintuchus, he had seen their offshore fleet with his own eyes. This is another seaport city...

Thinking of this, Herniwell hurriedly tore open an arbitrary door, teleported to the top of the house, and looked out nervously to the south-just as she expected, countless white sails appeared at the end of the horizon where the sea and the sky meet, dark and dim. Hundreds of hard Gothic wooden boats float on the surface of the sea! On the tall mast, hung a cyan ferocious wolf flag!

"Quick! Call back all the bloodraged soldiers! The sea! The werewolf launched an attack from the sea!!!" The drow screamed out loud. "Go to the Wind Howl clan and bring some elemental warlocks over! Everyone will die if the port is lost!"

"I'm going now!!!"

Seeing the blood rage messenger who hurriedly went away, Herniwell clenched her charming red lips. Her luck was really bad recently. First, she was stuffed into the cold water tank by the bear goblin, and then by the horses. The big five flowers are tied to the back of the horse-is it the next turn of the werewolf's iron cage...

"Spider goddess, please protect your most pious people, and don't play with my destiny." The female warlock lowered her head slightly and temporarily hugged a spider leg, and slew a small group of bloodrage predators towards the noisy port.

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Abaddon stood proudly on the bow of the Gothic flagship, listening to the sound of the surging tide, grinning his slender and ferocious black wolf kiss, revealing two rows of sharp fangs, from the depths of the throat, roaring There was a terrifying howl of a horrible wolf.

Fifty flat-bottomed warships, plus more than 300 fishing boats, sailed out from every city and port on the western coast, gathered, gathered under the green wolf flag of Horus, and rushed into Greding. The southern coast of Nian.

This fleet carried a total of 3,000 bloodthirsty werewolves, half of which were brothers and sisters who accompanied Horus to the birth and death, and the other half were transformed spear guards and daring soldiers. They are wearing heavy armor, with shields tied to their arms, and equipped with a large number of super long spears and two-handed battle axes. Some people even carry a small pound crossbow to make up for their long-range shortcomings.

According to the plan, Horus’s main force will contain the centaurs and guards around the city wall. His own elite army will land from the port, burn the city, create chaos, and insert a sharp knife into the enemy’s heart. The sharp knife, the inside and the outside, recapture this prosperous and beautiful coastal city.

"Hey! Isn't that our compatriot? There are some unblessed Goths on the centaur?" Halken raised his claw strangely and scratched his face covered in black fluff.

At this moment, there are many simple fishing boats floating on the sea. Goth slaves of the Bloodfury clan are driving them to fish along the coast. At this moment, they are scared to death by the werewolf, and they flee to the port desperately.

"Huh! Those cowards have already succumbed to the enemy's horseshoes. Leave them alone until the war is won. Commander, no, your Majesty’s victory cannot be delayed by a single cent. Paddle at full speed! Those slaves, maybe they will. Report our existence to their masters!"

Abaddon gave orders arrogantly. The werewolves in charge of paddling, waving their thick and furry arms more vigorously, their mouths opened wide, their scarlet tongues twitching constantly at a frequency of ghosts, breathing. Despite the dripping sweat, like a waterfall, it gurgled down from the mouth of the blood basin full of fangs.

"Dump the grease!"

But at this time, Herniwell also assembled enough fighters. During this period, the council slaughtered many chickens, ducks, pigs, geese, and Goths that could not be grazing, and also caught a large number of marine fish, and the oil reserves in the city reached its peak. At this moment, they poured these golden viscous liquids into the interior of the sea, and allowed the ebb waves to roll them far away. When the Abaddon fleet arrived, the sea near the port was already wearing a piece of golden light. Brand new clothes.

Herniwell grabbed a small sulphur ball from the package. The dark yellow sphere swayed back and forth in the dark and smooth palm of the drow. It suddenly floated out of thin air and burned out a fiery flame, that manic flame. It grows bigger and bigger, and finally expands into a dazzling sun the size of a calf, dragging a scorched black tail flame, and bursting apart on the grease-filled sea!

"boom!!!"

No one can describe the magnificent beauty in front of you. With a loud noise, the fiery fireball burst into masses of magnificent and extremely beautiful fire clouds. The tyrannical shock wave engulfed countless sparks and spattered around like fireworks. Instantly ignited the golden grease on the sea.

The blazing flames, like countless scarlet pythons, shuttled across the sea, winding their flaming blood-colored body. The monstrous flames instantly filled the entire coastal waters!

Endless fires rose into the sky, and the black choking smoke rushed into the sky!

Several elemental warlocks from the Wind Howl clan, with soaring flames reflected in their pupils, were also stunned by the magnificent sea of ​​fire in front of them. The grease on the waves drifted towards the werewolf's navy.

"This should be able to stop them for a while. I want to defend the port. I need more soldiers..." The drow rolled his eyes, suddenly thinking of something, and quickly rushed into a dilapidated house, slender. His fingers shot a scorching flame ray, and the terrifying heat directly melted the iron chain that locked the door into a pool of red molten iron, slowly dripping onto the ground.

Herniwell pushed open the door, and the soaring fire light shone the dim hut like daylight—there are countless scarred Gothic barbarians. Their hands and feet were bound by hemp rope and could not move. Inside the mouth, it was also bulged with leather, unable to make a single note. Everyone's left cheeks were sharpened with a sacred double-ring cross inscribed.

Asana and her punishment priest.