Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The energy shield painted with thunder totems on the surface instantly sucked away the thousands of electric currents entangled on the blade. However, the illusory magical defense could not block the cold blade with the entity, accompanied by a terrifying and terrifying sound. The voice of wailing, the loss of the sword of the natural disaster of the thunder, and the **** waves flying all over the sky, fell deeply into Horus's left eye.

At the same time, the blade of the abyss, which was eroded by black death and eroded, also drew an arc of death on the right face of Cangqing Wolf King! The slender and hard wolf hairs of Datong turned into nothingness, the tender fleshy tendons, the hard cheek bones, and the bloodshot eyeballs, all accompanied by the terrible sound of "babble", were poisoned and corroded and vaporized. Turned into a bunch of cyan smoke that exudes a foul smell!

In the blink of an eye, constantly squirming, the twisted black poisonous, took away half of his wolf face! After the flesh and blood were gone, in the air, two rows of hideous and terrible lines were exposed, gradually being black to death and poisonous, eroding and dying pale gums.

"Roar!!"

When he was dying, the Cangqing Wolf King exploded with incredible power, like a hard golden wooden board like steel. Under his struggle, it broke into countless pieces of brilliant gold fragments, huge wolf claws, just like a single piece of gold. The terrifying meteor pierced the chest of the descendant of God!

The wolf claws stained with blood and visceral debris rushed out of Chief Jinlu's smooth and white back. Between the five fingers, there was a red heart that was beating violently and constantly spewing hot blood.

"Protect the King!!"

"Protect the Chief!!"

Seeing this **** and cruel scene, the soldiers on both sides were about to split, and they charged forward desperately, regaining their severely injured and unconscious leader. Abhors tried his best to solve the problem, praying to the **** of nature and community to heal the gods, and save the life of Chief Jinlu.

The fallen werewolf priests also came from afar, detoxifying, detoxifying, and healing, trying to pull the Cangqing Wolf King, who had one foot into hell, back to the real world.

"Golden guards! Go back! Retreat! Find me a quiet place! Damn! Regenerating limbs and repairing internal organs are extremely troublesome for healing magic, and your chief is even more miserable! The heart of the human body, and the left side Her lungs, two important organs were lost and the other injured! The chaotic battlefield, I can't concentrate on treating her!"

"Damn! What kind of poison is this? It corroded my nails in an instant? Old wolf! Order the army to retreat! We need a quiet place to rescue Your Majesty! If you drag it on, your Majesty will be dead!"

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The soldiers on both sides were concerned about the life and death of the leader, and their morale and military spirit plummeted. No one was willing to do too much entanglement. They waved their weapons twice at random and ping-pong on the enemy's shield. After discovering that the enemy had the same idea, Shuangyi was like a low tide wave, surrounded by the seriously injured leader, and dissipated to both sides. The mighty black wolves quickly retreated to the camp to the west.

The horses and horses rushed on the road overnight, and there was no time to camp, so the guard leader of the Jinlu clan raised his arms and shouted, bringing his own soldiers, like a golden tide that covered the sky, and rushed to the north gate of Diodosiya.

Seeing the golden reinforcements appear at the end of the field of vision, the people in the city immediately opened the gates and turned into a surging wave of war. They fought back and forth to wipe out the bluffing and poor wolves in the north, and let the withered bones Drew. The Yimen, surrounded by the seriously wounded descendants of God, retreated behind the safe city wall.

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South Seaport.

The elite of the Bloodfury clan were sent out to participate in the expedition, and the interior was too empty. Despite the help of the hill giants and the Goth priest, the improvised battle line was falling far away under the merciless offensive of the great predators. The fearless leader Caen fought **** battles, and the heads piled up under the hooves, but what they were waiting for was not the reinforcements of other clans, but the wolves using magic to pass the retreat order to Abaddon.

Hearing the terrible news that Horus was seriously injured and dying from afar, Abaddon's expression changed one after another like a horse lantern. Fear, anger, fear, surprise...Finally, it freezes in a dead silence.

"Burn their harbor, get on the ship, and retreat."

"Go? Why go?" Facing the command of the big predator, Halken, who was covered with blood, spears on his back, and eight heads of horses strung on his back, let out a suspicious roar.

"We have fought fiercely here for almost three days and nights! The opponent has been in such a high-intensity war, and has almost collapsed! Their fortifications are crumbling like a candle in the wind! Give me another eighty minutes, and I will be able to take it with me. Brothers, cut through these sad lines of defense of half-man and half-horse! At this time, you let me go???"

"And then?" Abaddon wiped the red blood in his lips and teeth, and his bloodshot pupils flashed greedy eyes. "Even if you can defeat the men and horses holding the blood-colored skull banner, what can you do? Their army has already returned to the interior of the city, and we all have to die here if we stay! A little foresight! Brother! Think about it, what if Zhan Shuai Really killed, then, who will inherit his throne? The old wolf playing with arcane magic, or me?"

"······understood."

Halken nodded suddenly, and slightly retracted his endless bloodthirsty killing intent. Under the order of the great predator, the pier that was captured by a fire burned it clean. Under the cover of flames, with thousands of elite werewolves, re-board the wooden boat

, Quietly left the port. Let this terrifying war that lasted for several days and nights fell the last piece, a scarlet curtain covered with blood.

Centaur and werewolf, after paying a heavy price, reassessed the strength of each other. Horus originally thought that the enemy was just a larger monster community. Toria also dismissed the bloodthirsty beasts screaming. The two powerful leaders both believe that they have overwhelming strength and can easily annex/regain the territories that their opponents have painstakingly managed.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he lost his army and lost his generals.

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"call-"

The Cangqing Wolf King, who was barely regaining consciousness, wanted to say something, but half of his face was completely corroded by the black death. The priests could directly see him wriggling through the huge and terrifying fissure. , The flesh and blood throat spouting gusts of yin wind, the half-corroded tongue barely shook twice, unable to form a voice at all. No way, Horus had to use trembling fingers, dipped in ink, and wrote the words he wanted to express on the parchment.

"Loss, loss, what, what?" The old witch wolf holding a staff slowly read the skewed Gothic text on the paper, and tremblingly answered Horus' orders.

"It's quite disastrous. In the past few days, we have lost more than two thousand people. The two thousand werewolves who were responsible for blocking the mountain road in Eugene were wiped out by the enemy at the beginning of the war.

There are more than 5,400 people in the battle with the main force of the centaurs. Sleeping forever on the blood-colored battlefield-when you were in a coma, the compatriots besieging the north gate were flanked back and forth by angry monsters, and all fell. Coupled with the landing war initiated by Abaddon at the port, countless fighters are like huge millstones. The fragile grains that fell were crushed by death, and the kingdom lost nearly one-fifth of its combatable soldiers, and the number of light and severe wounds was uncountable. "

Hearing such a terrifying battle damage, Horus' entire burly body was shaking slightly. He took the pen and paper and continued to write his commands.

"Stop all war plans, shrink the army, stick to the western area of ​​Gredinian, fully restore farming and fisheries, and step up the training of the newly transformed werewolves, so that the newcomers can maintain a sober sanity like us in a bloodthirsty state.

Centaur, I am afraid that they have also suffered a huge trauma, let Abaddon bring an elite army to deter those monsters! Let him do everything possible to sign a temporary non-aggression treaty with the people. If necessary, you can pay those monsters some gold, the most peaceful price.

I'm too impatient, the Gothic Kingdom, which was wounded all over my father's conquest war, has now suffered such a heavy loss... The top priority now is to restore the vitality of the people. The account of the horses and men will be paid back slowly in the future. They stay here and can't run, they can't run! "

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"Cough cough cough! How long and how long have I been in a coma. Diodosiya, how is the situation?"

Covered in animal skins and linen, the mummy, the pale-faced descendant of God, also woke up leisurely in the golden tent. There was a violent cough. Nervously asked around.

"I was in a coma for about twelve hours. Together, we fought back into the city and strengthened the defenses on all sides. We are confronting the werewolves outside the city, waiting for your order." Abhuos’ temples were covered with sweat. He tried his best to recover from the nearly mortal injuries of Chief Jinlu.

"Gulvia, my guard captain, during the time I was injured, you temporarily served as the leader of the clan, and even the council, resumed production at full speed, and did your best to speed up the production of Tiefengbao's weapons... How many soldiers did we lose?

"Six hundred and sixty-two brave gold-footed soldiers. The souls returned to the Royal Court of Joy, and the remaining thousand were wounded. The other clans were probably not much better. The soldiers we left behind in the city also suffered heavy losses in the street fighting. Details The numbers are being counted, but, it’s okay, we hit those furry drowning dogs severely! They also suffered heavy casualties!"

Without lying, Gulvia desperately comforted the dying descendant of God on the sick bed.

Are the werewolves also suffering heavy losses...you immediately gather all the soldiers you can fight, before the soldiers approach the werewolves’ camp, deter them, and strive to sign a contract for a temporary truce. If it fails, I allow you to take out some magical objects from my treasure house and give them alms as the price for everyone to recuperate.

Buy more time...time. After I recover from my injury, the people, horses, nine races, and also have a firm foothold in this strange land, we will then thoroughly liquidate this unshakable hatred. "

"What if the other clans do not agree to end this war?" the guard captain asked cautiously.

"Then tell the werewolves their whereabouts, and let the other party cut off these disobedient thorns for me... Hell Gereel, relying on the strength of his Greymane clan soldiers, and charge without permission when they see the gap. She doesn't even say hello... If she is a little bit more obedient, how could the war become like this!"