Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The two hearts in Christina's body are beating crazily at an incredible speed, like two high-strength blood pumps, which increase the blood flow rate several times, like a red wave, madly washing her six limbs and white skin. , Slowly turned into a thrilling rouge face, with bright red fingers, clasping the primitive axe blade tightly, and assuming a fighting posture ready to go.

Hell...Everyone thought that there were just some tricky monsters in the forest, but that was just a problem. Although the Chief Bloodfury gave it enough attention, he still subconsciously took this action. , As a hunting activity to promote feelings and hone skills.

But... who could have expected that there is a real green dragon entrenched in this place? ? ?

Asana was soaked in cold sweat all over her body, and the thousands of iron rings of heavy chain armor, accompanied by the rustling of her trembling body, the barbarian priest unconsciously took a step back, at the Fortress of Viseurius, The green-skinned orc's two-footed wyvern once left an indelible psychological shadow on her.

Those monsters, like a terrifying death messenger, soared above the dim sky, their huge wings completely shielded the bright moonlight. Wherever the figure passes, there is a sea of ​​corpse mountains and blood! Under the fangs and claws, even the hardest riveted lock armor will be torn into **** and terrible cracks!

However, those bloated and clumsy two-footed flying dragons are like tiny flying insects and vigorous falcons compared to the emerald green real dragons sitting on the throne in front of them.

Hennival looked at the dragon in front of him with interest. In the underground of Egypt, there are countless black and deep dragons with abominable heads, and they maintain a good ally with the drow. Ancient Augustus also tame and enslaved a whole mountain range, with an IQ of ⑨ white dragon.

However, this was the first time she had witnessed this elegant dragon with long limbs and scales, like a green leaf. Well, the scales have turned emerald green, and the physique is quite huge. Even if he is not an adult, he may live for eight to ninety years.

"This forest was almost completely corrupted by him-completely lost its geographical advantage. It was really a bit troublesome to fight."

Curonia slowly bent down his horse's hoof, picked up his eagle partner who was frightened by the dragon from the ground, carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and calculated the possible battle direction.

"It's not right, this green dragon slaughtered an entire logging team with the most cruel means. Now, why does it put on a welcome gesture? Wait, he instantly recognized the two chieftains... It's too weird to think about it. Could it be that this dragon has always been in contact with the council to some extent?!"

The cold sweat instantly covered Painhes's spine. The emerald dragon, inside the gentle and wise vertical pupil, seemed to hide a sea of ​​corpses made up of thousands of bones.

Motalian lay on the throne of the ancient tree, looking down at the people and horses on the ground like an ant.

With this green dragon as the center, one after another scarlet, evil, **** stamen, like vicious and twisted flesh and blood tentacles, surrounded by layers of lavender petals, accompanied by every time Motarian is highly poisonous. His breath swayed wildly with his blasphemous and terrifying body!

When the green dragon breathed heavily and passed the lavender flower, the elegant petals of the snow-blue color would even reveal a group of dim skull patterns.

"The mighty lord of the sea of ​​flowers, please forgive us for our rude offense. We don't know that this forest is your garden." Abhors bowed humbly. Try to avoid a conflict.

"call--"

Motarian, with his slender and elegant neck like a poisonous snake, slowly glided across the frantically dancing lavender flowers, making waves of creepy rubbing sounds. In an instant, Pain Hess, Christina, Curonia, Heniwell, Asana, and the five people beside Abhors burst into groups of lavender flowers flying all over the sky!

"Don't be surprised, the withered chief, the moment mortals set foot in my garden, they will be one by one. Lost in the sky of woods, I just weave some false illusions, the universal patriarch... ····Sorry, there are too many languages ​​and it is easy to cross words. It should be a religious sacrifice for people and horses. You will not panic because of the lack of compatriots during the journey."

"Where are the others!"

Seeing that the battle was unavoidable, Abhuos waved a sacrificial sickle that was soaked with seven toxins and drew a sharp arc in the air. The left hand, also reaching to the waist, stores the package of spell casting items.

Suddenly, fourteen female wood elves, who were lifeless like puppets, stopped playing and knelt to the ground, raising their hands above their heads, singing loudly with an extremely exaggerated vibrato!

"Dark shadows cover the sky! The extreme cold engulfed! Brothers siblings facing each other! The pale horse is crowned king!"

Abhuos slowly put down the sickle in his hand, a pair of beautiful green eyes, full of fear and anxiety, this is a fragment of the prophecy passed down from generation to generation in the sacrifice of dry bones! He only told Chief Jinlu and Peinhes of the Bloodfury clan! He has been distressed. These two people, who is the king who led them to rise in the prophecy?

However, why does this dragon know that the inside of the Centaur is almost the most secret prophecy fragment?

Looking at the Centaur Chief who was swallowed by fear and panic in front of him, Motarian's huge evil vertical pupils happily narrowed into a golden waning moon.

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At the same time, the other five people on the other side also looked at the teammates beside them in horror, bursting into lavender petals flying all over the sky. The six-headed Mortarian wriggled over the huge and vigorous body. In the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, I explained to six people what happened to them at the same time.

"So... after you slowly dispersed our group, you created five illusions and had a conversation with six people at the same time?" The well-informed Heniwell saw through the emerald green phantom in front of him.

On the smooth and delicate palm like a black jade, a cloud of blazing flames gradually extinguished into a wisp of green smoke. Because of the tension, the tight muscles of the whole body slowly relax.

The dragon in front of him was just a poser. I am safe for the time being.

"Then, let me guess, one of our group is very special to you. Your real body is talking to him/her. Then, which man and horse actually caused a What is the interest of the dragon? Or to say..."

The drow glanced at the wood elves choir around him, and said hesitantly.

"Could it be that you fell in love with that human girl???"