Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The endless sound of the horn resounded through the sky, and the gleaming golden messengers ran around, passing the command of the descendants of God to the ears of all the people of the tribe. Howling wind, poisonous bite, and the tasks of the three clans of Tasmar remained unchanged. They continued to harass and shoot the circular mad wolves in the outer ring. However, all the druids of the Six Clans were called up by the chiefs of the Golden Foot, and they combined with the Drybone Priests to form a spellcasting group of up to six hundred.

The descendants of God's Choice personally brought four hundred guards armed to the teeth, like deafening golden thunders, descending on the battlefield in the mountains of corpses.

Their six limbs and hundreds of skeletons are all covered with a piece of flexible leather painted in brilliant gold. On the outside of the golden armor, they are also wearing heavy chain mail connected by thousands of iron rings. The heavy armor is like a road. The curtain of steel, from the smooth horseback, down to the hard horseshoes, the beautiful face exposed to the air, even more like their chiefs, wearing a gorgeous mask painted gold or simply made of gold.

An oak shield covered with iron on each side is connected to form an indestructible moving city wall. A sharp spear with a cold light, turned into a terrifying steel forest!

"AlanNure chooses the descendants of God, charge!!" Gulvia returned to Toria with the golden shoes warrior who had returned from the expedition. More than four thousand bottom members wearing leather armor, or only animal skins, fired rounds of terrifying arrows to cover the sky and sun, covering more than one thousand elites wearing chain armor, and four hundred iron riding gears. The golden guard guard, like a golden wave, rushed in the direction of the Greymane clan.

"Take the shield and short spear in your hands! Stand side by side!"

Seeing the surging golden wave, Gramer quickly took some super-long gun soldiers and turned to assist his brothers and sisters. A five- to seven-meter-long terrorist weapon was densely interspersed in the shield wall and lay across the golden army. In front of you!

"Cover the wings and prepare for an assault!"

The guards sneered contemptuously. They lined up in a row, waving their right fists at the same time-on their index fingers wearing deerskin gloves, they were all covered with a bronze sheep's head ring.

In an instant, nearly a hundred violent shockwaves seemed to destroy and destroy the formation of wolves! Deep ravines were plowed on the grassland. Countless werewolves were caught off guard, accompanied by the earth and grass flying all over the sky. Being hit by the shock of terror, hit the sky high. The crisp sound of countless broken bones hit the sky.

Behind the assault troops, those Jinxu tribesmen who were responsible for archery cover immediately bent their bows and set up arrows, facing the werewolf who had been lifted into the sky, sending out another round of terrifying arrows rain! Countless corpses of barbarians that were shot into hedgehogs and restored to human form, accompanied by patters of red blood, and dense clusters of fierce arrows, fell from the sky, like a terrifying rainstorm praising blood and death.

Thousands of dark horseshoes immediately trampled on the flesh and blood rift created by the siege ring, and roared into the wolves. The left and right werewolves tried to shrink to the center, outflank the golden enemy. However, their originally neat shield wall collapsed immediately following the movement of the wolves.

Howling, poisonous bite, Tasmar seized this opportunity. Accompanied by a rain of arrows covering the sky, like a winter wind, whizzing past the shrinking front of the enemy army, using magic and steel to harvest the lives of the wolves, reducing the pressure on both sides of Toria.

The druid's voice of singing the incantation rose and fell continuously. Injured people and horses continue to be healed by the natural energy full of vitality. There are constant fighters fighting on the front line, and they feel that their muscles are suddenly filled with inexhaustible power!

In a blink of an eye, he rushed to the forefront, covered with BUFF, like a golden guard guard with terrifying beasts, had trampled on the corpses of werewolves in the mountains, and rushed to the back of the spear guard!

The long spear phalanx is invincible from the front, but the sides and the back are fatal weaknesses. The dense array and the unusually heavy weapons make it difficult for them to adjust their direction. Before the wolves besieging the gray mane, they raised their flat spears and turned to fight against the enemy forces in the battle. They were like harvested wheat. They were hit by heavy armor and more than a ton of iron riding gear. The ground, trampled into a terrifying corpse with blood and blood!

Some guards made a decisive decision and immediately threw away the long spears in their hands, pulled out the hatchets from their waists, and rushed to the menacing golden-footed enemy, cutting out a string of scarlet sparks on their chain armor. However, The phalanx of long spears on the back of the enemy collapsed too quickly. Their sudden move of throwing away the spears directly collapsed the shaky front!

Gorell took her strongest graymane guard and immediately shredded the spear front that had troubled them for a long time, but now they were too thin. Wielding the spear and short sword in his hand, he slammed into the back of the werewolf who was fighting with the golden shoe.

The gray falcon and the golden horseshoe, two powerful tribes, successfully merged in the wolf tide.

"Thank you very much for your rescue! Chief Golden Foot!" Gorell braced his bloodless body, galloped forward vainly, panting. "Quickly kill it back! That gray wolf is coming over!"

"Go back? I'm here to kill him this time! Chief Greymane." Toria's face was solemn, and she held up her pride in front of outsiders.

The nine-foot-tall Cangqing Wolf King in front of him, wielding a sledgehammer, looked from a distance, but his body was relatively huge. Now I got a little closer, and was immediately oppressed by a maddening, suffocating terrorist killing intent!

The giant wolf exudes a maddening bloodthirsty coercion, and he felt great fear at such a distance from him. If it is close contact, ordinary people will probably tremble all over, even weapons. Can't lift it up.

"Gorell! Take yours and cover us! Don't let other werewolves interfere with my battle!" Looking at the broken left hand of Chief Greymane, Tolia frowned slightly. He immediately excluded the fighter from his battle plan.

"No problem!" After hearing that he didn't need to fight Horus again, Chief Greymane let out a long sigh of relief. Led the tribe to form an impenetrable shield wall to defend against the terrifying assaults in the Sirius Sea. Choosing the descendants of God creates an undisturbed battlefield.

"War commander... No, your Majesty the King! The one with gleaming gold and antler mask is the leader of the centaur! She killed Gavill!" An old wolf holding a skeleton stick on his head was angry. Roared loudly.

"Do you personally take people to perform the decapitation operation?" Horus showed a cruel smile, and drew a broken spear from the corpse, exhausted all the weapons, and threw it in Toria's direction!

Under the bonus of the wolf king's terrifying power, the broken spear tore the surrounding air and made a terrifying whistling sound, like a brown meteor, hitting a gray mane horse that was not retreating in time. The sharp tip of the spear pierced his hard skull in an instant, and the whole broken spear pierced through a person with unabated strength. It continued to fly forward with a stern whistling and **** blossoms in the sky! The sharp tip of the gun is getting bigger and bigger in Tolia's pupils!

"Then, let me see who it is, who beheaded who?"