Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Time passed quietly under the intensive planning of both sides.

On the second day, an unarmored horse with a number of about two thousand, holding a new wrought iron spear and a giant compound longbow, assembled at Tiefeng Fort. Cooperate with the four hundred wind howling warlocks of Maid, and take the lead to approach the south. The iron hoof of the parliament that made the sky tremble gradually approached the mountains in the south.

And the werewolves, during this time, assembled a second rudimentary fleet from Carlos Port, Yeptonia, Cesonisus, Hippora, and South China Sea, along the coastline of Gredinian, Bringing more food to the battlefield, for the Horus army, a steady stream of fresh blood.

More importantly, Horus finally found the Ten Thousand Wolf Pit buried by the crowd. Javier Loken. Brave and eloquent, the werewolf warlord who made great achievements, the dark corpse that was completely swallowed by the flames and burned to charcoal, was also covered by the fallen priest, who was covered with dense bones and painted with the skull pattern, and brought it to the eyes of the Cyan Wolf King. .

"Wake him up, I want to talk to my brother, I want to know, under whose hands he died! Twenty to thirty thousand werewolves, how did he lose Diodosia! Also, those people, who is their leader, What does the tactic look like, and what kind of hole cards are hidden!" Looking at the remains of his brother, Horus' emotions were slightly out of control.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my lack of learning. According to my current magical skills, I can only support the remnant soul of this corpse and answer your three questions." Asana's once capable subordinate is now transformed into a wolf and punished. The fallen priest who was abandoned by God and fell into the darkness, crawling humblely at the feet of Horus.

"Let's get started." Cangqing Wolf King calmed down his excitement and said lightly.

"Your will." The fallen priest slowly got up, connected them with ropes, and the white bone pendants draped on the wolf's body collided together, sending out bursts of crisp echoes inside the spacious tent.

The werewolf took out an evil emblem engraved with dead branches and fallen leaves, and a gloomy skull, dancing and chanting, the light in the tent became dim, and the surrounding temperature became more and more bitterly cold. As if the tent was packed with countless dead souls.

Suddenly, the priest’s sharp wolf claws pierced into Gavill’s already stopped beating heart, clenched the left paw of the emblem, and gently brushed Loken’s eyes—the long dead body convulsed frantically and closed. Eyelids lifted slightly, revealing two gummy mucus that had already been melted by the flame. In the depths of the throat, there was a wailing sound as if from hell.

"Please hurry up and ask! Your Majesty! Remember! His remaining soul and mind can only answer your three questions!"

"I'm here to take your corpse home, brother." Horus knelt in pain before Gavill's corpse. The voice full of magnetism, as if with a certain magical power, made the wailing corpse that kept twitching and slowly settled down.

"Answer me, what are the tactics of the Centaur? What are their hidden cards? What are their weaknesses?"

The scorched corpse twitched, squirming **** his already necrotic lips and tongue, revealing a fragmented message.

"He...they are flying and shooting arrows...everyone, they can't catch up. The hill giant...The Storm Warlock...strong, mighty Drew Yi Magic. Weakness, no...no, don't know."

After speaking the three answers, the pitch-black corpse completely stopped beating, and fell into deathly silence again.

"Don't know? Cut, a question was wasted. You! Bring the corpses of two more deadly warriors. I remember that you can use three-ring magic three times a day? Then, I can ask six more questions."

Horus said lightly. "The information hidden in these issues will determine the outcome of this war."

"Your will." The fallen priest bowed slightly and slowly withdrew from the camp.

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The next morning

The transport vessel from Nanhaiwang finally arrived at the front line. Pieces of rough parts were removed from the ship's cabin by logistics servants who were transformed into bloodthirsty werewolves. Quickly assembled into twelve trebuchets, which were rough and crude, but large enough and thick enough to rope, shot out huge stone bullets, letting them scream at the walls of Diodosia with the scream of tearing the air. Smashed a terrifying pits and cracks.

Seeing the terrifying power of the trebuchet, bursts of cheerful waves erupted in the black sea of ​​wolves, the slings flying all over the sky, and the gravel and dust that were splashed with the shock wave, all of a sudden, the people on the city wall , I can't hold my head up.

"Damn! Those trebuchets are too far away from us, and the arrows flew there. I guess they can't even shoot through the linen. Where are the withered druids? Let them kill those werewolf war machines!" The embarrassed man and horse, covered with dust, ran down the crumbling city wall along the slope.

"What a joke! The muscular heads of the Stormpike clan!" The druids left behind by Abhors sneered at the muscular warriors left behind by Sandra. "Have you not seen how dense the werewolves next to the trebuchets are? I won't go to die. Besides, why do you use a thunder spear to command our dead bone sacrifice?"

"Okay, stop arguing, go to the coast and look for the blood-rageous horses! Bring their hill giants here" a horse from Greymane raised his forehead and sighed. Without the suppression of the chiefs,

The frictions and contradictions between the clans are constantly magnifying. Before the Descendants of God left, there was no stipulation of unified leadership. Each of the clans played their own roles, at most, fighting side by side with the guys who were well-connected for a period of time.

Seeing that the opponent did not launch an offensive from the port, Caen, who was in charge of staying behind, reluctantly agreed to the request of the friendly army. After hearing the call of the blood and rage horses, the king of the hill giants: Ferrol had a shy face and a fart. Bumpingly ran over, accepted the orders of the horses and horses, then nodded and bowed back to the side of the tribe, commanding the giant with more than sixty heads with great strength, carrying a basket of sling stones, and hurried to the northern wall.

"shooting!!!"

Under the order of Horus, the twelve trebuchets once again blasted a round of huge stone bullets that obscured the sky and sun, smashing into the walls of the city wall like spider webs, fragmented and hideous cracks.

A huge stone drew a terrifying arc in the air, and happened to hit the wooden door of the city—the thing made a loud noise, and it was directly exploded by the boulder. The tyrannical shock wave engulfed it. Densely packed with sharp sawdust, the narrow corridor was flooded like a tsunami, and the people hiding behind the door became **** hedgehogs.