Augustus Under the Horseshoe

There seemed to be something wrong with Herniwell's situation, dripping sweat wet her toe-long silver hair. She bit her red lips tightly, seeming to be suffering from great pain, her graceful body seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, her bones crackling, and the lavender vertical pupils also gleamed with a strange light.

Accompanied by bursts of arcane waves that are rich to the extreme. The blood-spraying carcass of the female warlock became taller and taller, and the woolen sweater she supported was lifted up, cracking and cracking, revealing her smooth and delicate waist. A pair of dark and round thighs have also become more slender and slender.

The drow, who was originally only a pale white horse with a high chest, had already touched Painhurs's neck in a blink of an eye. The pitch-black scales glowing with a deep purple color, quickly climbed up Henriweier's arm, and disappeared again in a blink of an eye.

"Since Ptolemy, my blood has been diluted for generations, and the blood of the deep dragon flowing in my body is already insignificant. However, after several years of hard work, I managed to wake it up. "

Having broken free from the shackles of blood, Herniwell, who was full of arcane energy, gently raised her dark and delicate chin.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't stay here to save my students. Anyway, I can't go back to Egypt. If I want to be happy in a human society, I must have you covered.

Suppose you are both folded here, then the already turbulent Bloodfury clan. The change will fall apart in an instant, and then be annexed by other clans. In this case, my good days will come to an end-understand, everything I do is for myself. "

"Well, well, I see, dear teacher." Painhurs raised his mouth slightly, spitting out the creepy language of purgatory that Motarian could not understand. "Use the second plan."

"call--"

A dragon's tail covered with emerald green scales, under the force of wind pressure, wrapped in broken snow petals, whizzed towards the two warlocks, and in front of them, on the invisible invisible force field, a horror was drawn out. Rift.

Herniwell's dark and long hands were suddenly covered by a layer of black scales shimmering with dark purple, blocking Painhurs's side. While the mage's armor was shattered, he just resisted this fierce and unparalleled flick!

Although the two were swept away by the dragon, they were not seriously injured. The two ghostly tentacles entwined with the crimson blood mist took the opportunity to entangle the green ferocious whip, ignoring the heavy armor, blood-colored siphon claws, deep into the dragon's tail, greedily sucking on Mortarian’s. flesh,

The pale white horse, who first fell to the ground and served as a drow pad, recovered from the bruise on his body almost instantly.

The green scale evil dragon’s plan is very pure. He was a child and was just expelled from the dragon’s nest. When he was young and energetic, he took a group of Germanic war gangs and looted everywhere along the Danube, but he was finally caught by the First Maxi. The legion of Mian gave a solid beating.

Although he escaped by chance under the protection of his loving father, in the course of the battle, he probably, seemed, or perhaps took a breath of dragon, corroded the only son of a nobleman who was gilded in the army and turned it into a dense bone. The family is married.

The bereaved human beings spared no expense and hired a large number of adventurers, foreign mercenaries, and even red-robed mages to keep tracking his figure, and Motarian, who had been thrown away, kept fleeing into the depths of the Caohai. Finally arrived at this warm peninsula.

As the true master of Gredingenian's darkness, the green scale evil dragon with the shadow of his childhood was afraid of being found by those red robes again. Therefore, he controls the local Corruption Lizardmen, guards and hides his dragon nest.

However, those guys are poorly equipped and have primitive consciousness. In several battles, the humans who went south were defeated, and even expelled from the peninsula. At that time, the Gothic Kingdom was led by two legends. The wolf howled to the sky, and the spear was like a forest. In the army, there are even some familiar figures who hold up the double-ringed cross and spread the doctrine.

As a giant dragon, Motarian couldn't distinguish the subtle differences between races. He thought those **** red robes came to him to settle accounts. For a while, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he had to secretly search for new puppets and hide them. Defend his dragon's nest.

And the best choice in his mind is currently galloping in Gredinian. These two men and horses can't die, but the dark-skinned elf...just do it at will.

Thinking of this, Mottarian's vertical pupils filled with hatred stared at the mare under the claws. All of a sudden, Christina felt like she had fallen into the deep sea that even the sun could not touch. The salty water filled her lungs. The heavy water pressure made her unable to move a finger and scarlet pupils. All you can see is pitch black.

"Coming back to save people? It's a noble move. As a predatory man and horse, and an innocent drow, your two actions are beyond my expectation." The green dragon pushed the rouge horse that stayed in place. Putting the controlled Bloodfury Chief in a conspicuous position, the sharp dragon claws gently stopped at the tip of her towering nose.

Although it can be grabbed and moved, grabbing a man and horse weighing a ton is really time-consuming and laborious.

"The life and death of your spouse depends on your answer, the pale horse. My promise is still valid. To become my slave, I will give you the power to defeat the Jinlu clan. Otherwise, this carmine ant will In front of you, drain the last drop of blood in her body."

Mortarian arrogantly looked down at the warlock in front of him, looking forward to what choice the other party would make.

"I thought the dragon was a glorious creature, and you would be too despicable to do so!" Painhurs drew out the axe beside him angrily, but he was worried about the safety of his lover and did not dare to step forward. Every pale hair on and off his body was shaking gently.

This green dragon occupies the absolute upper hand. Compared with the two warlocks, it has an overwhelming power. However, Motarian has chosen to do things that only desperate robbers can do?

"Don't answer questions with questions."

Mortaliana's venom-drenching claws drew a shallow blood mark on Christina's left hand. The flesh and blood around the crack was eroded into dark green carrion at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Answer me a question, and I agree, how about it?"

The pale white horse dropped the axe in his hand, raised his hands, and motioned for his defenselessness. Put on a surrender posture.

"tell me the story."

The green scale evil dragon came with interest and motioned to the other party to continue talking.

"After we entered the forest, you saw every move and every move. Then, why didn't you see the Hellhound I summoned, and what did you do during this time? Could it be that you can't be two minded in battle? use?"

Motarian widened his golden vertical pupils in shock. He was immersed in this interesting game, and indeed forgot to monitor the forest. The beast covered in fire actually ignited his lovely garden. The scattered horses and horses, with the scarlet fire light and the dark smoke, are right. Crazy gathering here!

No, what's the matter with the number of people? They should only have four horses! And those little birds that can only count to eight, tremblingly tell themselves, the number of men and horses is too much to count?

"AlanNure Sandra!!!"

Hundreds of burly horseshoes that tightened their muscles briskly passed over the thorns in the forest. Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, they shot a dense wave of iron feather arrows at the green dragon, on the emerald green scales. Above, clinking.

Under the leadership of Chief Sandra, the Thunderpike men and horses, all muscular, piled up like a hill, rushed out of the forest sea. These well-trained fighters are like killing machines that do not know of fear. No one is affected by the terrifying dragon power of Mortalian.

The druids tore open the green prison, so that a team of heavy armor, armed with elite lances, under the cover of the sky with arrows and javelins, launched a deadly charge towards Mortarian!

"I know that everybody sees each other unpleasantly, and it is not pleasant to get along with each other. Customs and habits are even different. Let our fighters get tense under all kinds of frictions-even so, blood anger, thunder spear. We are still brothers and sisters fighting side by side for the same goal."

Chief Sandra, dressed in iron armor, smiled friendly at Pain Hess.

"May the kingdom we forged together last forever."