Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The Withered Bone Chief, who was full of confidence in his own strength, did not bring any members of his tribe to participate in this beheading operation. When he looked at the scarlet sea of ​​scarlet wolves, frantically rushing in his direction, he looked at the green pastures with thin arms. After the struggle of the blue wolf king, Abhuos Hastily retracted the sacrificial sickle, the whole person turned into a blue-gray giant eagle, and fled into the sky in a hurry.

At the same time, Gorell also took advantage of the opportunity of the Wolf King to break free of the shackles, clutching the fierce fracture of his left arm that was constantly spewing blood, and returned with the clan's original path, tearing the circular array of wolves a second time.

However, they fell too deep. The poisonous people kept shrinking their formations. Countless mad and bloodthirsty werewolves used their flesh and blood to fill in the terrible gaps torn apart by the horses and horses, each covered in heavy scale armor. , The Gothic Forbidden Army armed with a five-meter long spear, rounded back to the sides and behind of the Greymane clan, backed by the cannon fodder in the outer ring, and surrounded the beheading unit of thousands of people.

The terror spears in the hands of the imperial army were as long as five meters in short. Because of the length, the soldiers in the second row, the third row, and even the sixth row can pierce the body of the front-row comrades with the super-long guns in their hands, pierce the enemy’s flesh and blood, and be on the front battlefield. Form the absolute advantage of playing more with less.

The horrible and terrifying spear formation of the Gothic barbarians is like a steel forest, like an insurmountable mountain, lying on the way of Goriel's escape. The Graymane warrior brandished the spear and tower shield in his hand, but he couldn't exceed the desperate length of the ultra-long spear. Several people and horses who tried to launch a charge were poked into a **** sieve by the horror array that was enough to make the horrified patient and the corpse on the spot!

"Charge at the spear phalanx? What are you doing? Haven't seen the elves before, use him against the orcs' Skug Cavalry? Raise the shield! Defensive formation!" Goriel endured the severe pain and survived the Greymane. After Rui's magical treatment. Regained the command of the clan.

Her whole body was stained red with scarlet blood, dripping sweat, slowly flowing down the beautiful cheeks of the Chief Greymane, and washed out traces of filthy scarlet on the almost solidified blood-colored mask.

"How many more javelins do we need? Arrows? Collect them all and give them to the most powerful predators! Let them focus on the outer werewolves! Seize the time to break through! We don't have time..."

Before the words of Chief Greymane came, a loud noise came from behind him! She turned her head back in horror-she saw that hundreds of terrifying beasts wearing heavy armor and wielding heavy weapons with both hands, surrounded by the nine-foot-tall Cyan Wolf King, bit the team's end!

Horus wielded that terrifyingly big mace and smashed the horses before him. Every time he attacked, he could smash a huge hole in the grass, and countless dense and terrifying cracks like spider webs spread all over the pit. Shocking scarlet blood gurgled from the twisted and broken bones of the centaurs and soldiers, and slowly filled every terrifying **** pit!

And those werewolves wielding two-handed warhammers and great axes beside him, raised the blood-stained heavy weapons high, and fell heavily, or accompanied by the friction of gold and iron, splashing A series of dazzling sparks, or together with the painful wailing of people and horses, flooded the sky with blood. They are like machines, repeating this action continuously. Amidst the sings of the daring fighters and the morale-boosting war songs, move forward frantically!

Under the command of Gorrel, the Greymane Sagittarius also learned from the enemy and arranged in exactly the same circular array. Sustained in the bloodthirsty wolf tide all over the mountains and plains. The warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a large spear and shield is in the outer ring, resisting the terrible stabbing of an ultra-long spear that stretches like a tide, and the mad and bloodthirsty werewolf charged with the heavy-handed werewolf.

The predator holding a javelin, bow and arrow, and the caster are located in the inner ring, shooting out a horrible rain of arrows that obscures the sky! Above the sky, withered bone druids and predators of various races, the number of eagle partners exaggerated to a certain extent, took the upper hand and supported their brothers and sisters.

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"What are the Greymane guys doing? Why are they stuck in the wolves and can't get out?" Chief Maid of the Wind Howl clan tilted his head in doubt. Other people and horse clans who gallop and shoot around the wolves have also raised similar questions. The chiefs secretly assessed the difficulty of rushing into the wolves and rescuing the Greymane clan, and the price that needs to be paid—the interests of their clan are always the most important.

Of course, they will still stand in places where the werewolves can’t reach, and provide some intensive long-range support to Gorell. Tasmar shoots a horrible rain of arrows that are as black as a landslide and tsunami, venting their anger on the spear guards who are unprepared. His back, sharp clusters of arrows, bite the armor and flesh of the wolves.

Under the front and back attack, every minute and every second, a heavy armored werewolf with an ultra-long spear collapsed in a pool of muddy blood.

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"Chief Jinlu!"

A blue-gray giant eagle fell from the sky, and the flesh and blood body covered with feathers instantly transformed and twisted into an elegant man and horse with a blue coat. The handsome face, like a corpse that has been dead for a long time, presents a gloomy and sad pale gray face.

"The leader of the werewolf may be a legendary warrior! I can't save the Chief Greymane! Give the order now! The Greymane clan is besieged by a pack of wolves, and it will not last long!"

"Azura's Shield

, Soul Eater... No, no, no! These are of no use. "

Toria turned her back to Abhuos, on an exquisite carriage led by two white horses, turning over boxes and cabinets-this was a precious legacy accumulated by the looting of the Centaur Kingdom for thousands of years. There are three exquisite and gorgeous treasure chests on the carriage, which respectively carry enchanted weapons, primitive magic scrolls, and all kinds of horror.

"Shift’s sorrow, Ironstone... Ah, withered bone chief, you are back, I can see the battle just now very clearly. Don’t be afraid, it’s just a legendary warrior, and it’s not usable. The magic of the legendary arcane, don’t need to be so flustered. Look, I have assembled the elite of the golden shoes. Do it now!

But wait for me for a while! I remembered something at the bottom of the box that can adapt to the current situation. In addition, the poisonous bite clan is known as the poisonous blade that sees the blood-sealed throat, we have a chance, a chance...Damn! Where did I throw that thing? "

The Descendant of God chooses her slender fingers, which are covered with rings, sometimes tossing boxes full of magical wonders, and sometimes reading a scroll of magical scrolls of a few years old. In the end, the line of sight was frozen in the blind spot inside the box. Under the golden mask, the youthful and gorgeous face showed a cruel smile.

"Let's go, Abhus, gather all your druids! Today, your sacrifice will be on the altar of flesh and blood piled by thousands of werewolves, offering a legendary enemy to our ancestors and deities. Heart! Swear to the entire world that our ancient kingdom that trembles all things has returned from hell!"