Augustus Under the Horseshoe

A scarlet bifurcated poisonous tongue dripping with poisonous mucus, quietly peeking out of Motaliana's faintly poisonous fierce dragon kiss, hissing in the air. The dragon is using another method to detect the existence of its prey. In order to cover the gloomy shadow of the dragon, which shielded itself from the sky, in front of the two horses.

"Go through the rift and run eastward, don't hesitate!"

Painhurs quickly took out a small piece of veil wrapped in smoke and dust from the package, and injected all the arcane energy flowing in the blood into it. Pieces of tiny dust sparkled with a beautiful azure blue brilliance, and the tulle also turned into a light breeze, engulfing those azure blue particles into the air.

The pale white horse held Christina’s shoulder and blew it gently. Numerous blue smoke and dust flew, jumped, and rotated, covering the six-limbed carcass of the rouge horse, letting her body and weapons The armor turned into an ethereal breeze.

Watching the blood-rage chief, who turned into gas, easily passed through the gap between the vines and branches, and escaped from the cage of trees, Painhurs hurriedly grabbed the second piece of mist wrapped in smoke and dust, trying to change himself into The ethereal form of gas.

However, before his right hand reached into the package carrying the incident, Motarian had already locked his position. Thousands of vines full of snow and green flowers, like deadly poisonous snakes, coiled around him. Six limbs and a hundred skeletons.

The pale white horse cast a glance at the vine under his hoof in disdain. Isn't it the Druid's [Entangling Technique]? A few months ago, I could easily break away from this link of magic.

Thinking of this, Painhurs tensed the muscles of his body, tried to break free from the green shackles on his body by relying on the natural strange power of the horses and horses, got the casting items, and hurriedly ran away-but the seemingly fragile vines are like steel Don't move!

"Why aren't you moving? Come out!" Outside the cage, Christina, who was re-entered into an entity, made an anxious voice. In her eyes, the white horse was inexplicably frozen in place, unable to move—those were like steel. The indestructible vines are all illusions planted by the green dragon!

This is not [Entangling Technique], but a more profound [Monster Hold Technique].

"Roar--"

Motalian straightened up his huge body and let out a low irritable growl. The slender dragon tail protruded out of the cage. From the inside of the lush canopy, he rolled up a sluggish wooden elf, who was in the green dragon's deterrent. Next, the stupid chant sang the sacred mantra, letting a golden sacred brilliance drive away the shadow of death that enveloped the pupils.

"It's useful to keep a pastor in captivity. I decided to eliminate you from dinner."

The green dragon opened his pupils that regained light, and looked at the beautiful scenery of the forest of flowers with satisfaction, the two black holes on the leather board on the side of his brain, and listened to the sound of the breeze blowing over the green leaves.

Enough enjoyment, Motarian lowered his huge head and golden vertical pupils, like a mirror exuding infinite malice, reflecting on the other side of the cage, the rouge horse, panicked and anxious.

"Congratulations, red mare! You ant escaped from my cage and regained sweet freedom. As a reward, I allow you to be outside, holding the green shackles, and witnessing a noble green dragon. How to corrupt and control your...spouse."

Looking at Christina's almost desperate glamorous face, Mortarian narrowed his eyes intoxicated, as if he had gained great joy from the pain of others, and made waves of arrogant ridicule. The forked poisonous tongue squirmed quietly in the poisonous dragon kiss, and whispered a profanity in Painhurs' ear.

"No! No! No!!!"

Christina waved the axe in her hand in despair, slashing the cage of trees frantically, wherever the sharp axe blade went, the weak vines were torn apart, and even the hard old wood was chopped out by the rouge horse. crack. However, the green dragon enjoys the process of playing with the enemy, and between the two, more thorns and ancient trees breed

The violent time has long passed, but the **** chieftain still uses the cost of his life to maintain the **** anger until he died. His breathing became more and more disordered, and his two hearts were beating with high intensity, and they also uttered an overwhelming wailing sound. The delicate skin of rouge color, not sweat, but a drop of sticky blood.

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"Look at the good things your believers have done! Our careful plan was almost completely destroyed by the dragon!"

"Then change a chess piece. The crown we cast together has changed hands several times, Cyrus, Tommyris...he is not the first, and he will not be the last. But the most important thing is , My believer is happy."

"Throw him a blessing. Let him accept our deal in despair. This is one of the simplest and most effective means."

"The distance we are from that world can no longer be described as [far]! If I can bless the creatures in that world at will, how can I need such a complicated and careful plan?"

"Forget it, you are just a bunch of trash! You have to look at me at a critical time! As early as a few years ago, I had blessed her bloodline at a very high price and spent several years, but that guy has always thought about it. Resist. Now is the time..."

The whispers in the void gradually dissipated. Christina once again raised her two-handed battle axe high above her head. Suddenly, she was in a trance and saw a **** phantom. The corpses of thousands of horses and goblins dyed the silver-covered winter night into a shocking face of blood and a blood-colored skull banner. Under the siege of hundreds of hobgoblins and countless goblin cannon fodder, they were crumbling.

The clansmen suffered heavy casualties, and the **** chieftain of the year also fell in a round of javelin shots. At this moment, a carmine pony that was underage, gathered the remaining clansmen, and launched a desperate counterattack.

Christina recognized the immature face, which was the appearance of her mother when she was young-although it was a little green, it was burning with anger, but she always maintained a calm and determined gaze, but it never changed.

The **** rage that caused Fang Xiu to die-that was a blessing and a cursed soaring blood mist, burning in this world for the first time. The young Anna wields a giant axe that does not match her size. Behind her is a pouring rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun, flanked by heavy armors who sacrificed their lives to protect each other.

She is like a naive **** of death, facing the hobgoblin war gang that is waiting for her!

The people and horses fight to the death, the crazy roar of battle, the rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun, the screaming screams, the unbelievable goblins, the screams of fear mixed together, and soaring into the sky!

The sharp axe that burned with **** fury cut off the ugly heads of hobgoblins one after another. Every time an enemy was killed, the wound on Anna's body would disappear, and the power of swinging the giant axe would increase by another point. ! The blood smeared her whole body like hell!

In the end, when Anna trampled on thousands of corpses, holding a blood-colored banner full of head in her left hand, and waving a giant axe in her right hand that is difficult for ordinary people to control, when she rushed to the enemy chief, the monster in heavy armor had already In terror and despair, the young figure scared my heart!

The remaining horses and horses knelt under her hooves in fear, respecting this immature female as the new chief.

"Look, Christina, this is the power that your mother once possessed. Skerritt has long since fallen, and your race has lost its protection from the gods, but it is still praying uselessly towards a corpse. Come on, give up yours. Ridiculous faith, turn around and embrace my endless glory."

The terrifying sound effect full of **** killing intent rang back and forth in the ears of the rouge horse.

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"boom!!!"

Mortalian squinted his eyes in surprise. Corrupting others is a long and boring process. In order to pass this time, he took the incompetent rage rouge horse as a good pastime.

Just as the green-scaled dragon was still wondering, why Christina raised the giant axe for the 64th time, but did not fall. Suddenly, a denser **** mist erupted with the **** chieftain as the core! The sharp axe entwined with thousands of blood and smoke drew a blood-colored arc in the air, cutting out a huge gap in his green prison!

PS: Christina's character card began to be modified, except for the protagonist, when everyone has special changes, I will modify their character card.