Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Chalaton quickly drew out the bow behind him, his scarred and callused hands, pulled the huge compound longbow into a perfect full moon, and shot a sharp iron arrow toward the sky.

Immediately afterwards, with his right hand at a speed that Christian could not capture, he took out the second iron-forged feather arrow from the quiver carried on his back shoulder, and the cluster of arrows glowing with cold light pointed directly at Christian's throat!

When the second sharp arrow tore through the humid and warm air, it drew a stern curve in the air, and hit the bard’s neck at the same time, the first feather arrow that soared into the sky also fell down and turned into a single arrow. A meteor of steel, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, fell from the sky! Accurately hit the head of Anna's eldest daughter!

The two sharp arrows arrived at Christian's side at almost the same moment.

Chalaton's shot immediately caused the scouts of the spectators to burst into thunderous applause and applause. Among the Bloodfury clan, I am afraid that he and Kuronia, who are also a hundred families, have mastered this deadly shooting technique.

They opened their eyes wide, wanting to see how the chief's sister would deal with it. This is a two-sided attack that is a direct hit?

However, those two sharp arrows, in full view, went straight through Christian's petite and lovely body, like dropping two stones on the surface of the water, causing ripples on the bard's illusion.

"This is a phantom?! When did she cast the spell?! No, at such a close distance, that little girl can't fool my eyes unless... she appeared in front of us at first and challenged me , It's the phantom under her control! It's kind of interesting!"

Chalaton tensed his muscles and looked around vigilantly, searching for Christian's body. Suddenly, the light behind him began to distort and deform, revealing a small and exquisite black mare, holding a crossbow in her hand, burning her red eyes that soared to the sky, and staring at the back of the blood-rage veteran.

"Punch"

Accompanied by the piercing whistling sound, a sharp, heavy crossbow, screaming tore through Chalaton's lock armor, splashed a **** spray on his broad left shoulder. The terrifying force even made the one-ton behemoth staggered forward and almost fell to the ground.

Bloodfury Hundreds of Households let out an angry roar. He twisted his flexible waist and pulled the full moon long bow at the bard behind him. However, just as Chalaton was about to let go, his eyes were in a trance. The petite and exquisite black mare in front of him, under the cover of mysterious arcane arts, became taller and more handsome. On his delicate face, there was a pair of blood. Her pupils suppressed endless pain and madness-exactly the same as her mother.

"Ann...Anna? Chief?"

Chalaton looked at the phantom in front of him in disbelief, quickly dropped his bow and arrow hands, and slowly loosened the bowstring drawn into the full moon, not dare to offend that it was the embodiment of blood and war!

He fought for the half-life Chief Anna! The King of Blood Fury who died in the snowy field of Northland! Came to his side again and sent him an invitation to war.

"Come on, brother. Today, we have a war to win!"

"The chief... is it really you? You are not already killed..." The **** veteran's voice became a little choked. The vicissitudes of the eyes became more and more moist, I couldn't believe what happened before my eyes, and the scars under the eyelids were dull and painful. On the night of Anna's death, all the blood and angry men and horses used a knife to cut the skin under the eyes Bloodstains, with dripping blood, instead of hot teardrops, gurgled down.

Seeing the phantom that she had forged, calmed the enemy's mind, Christian sang the sweet song that her mother had coaxed her to sleep when she was a child, and injected the magical energy of ecstasy between every note.

Go to

·Finish·

·this·

·God·

·station·

At the same time, the bard’s white horse hoof gently stepped on the pedal at the front end of the crossbow, and she bent down her slender waist and her bronzed hands, pulling the crossbow string back on top of the arrow groove. , Filled in the second heavy crossbow bolt, and aimed at Chalaton's head again.

The sharp arrow clusters and the dazzling light refracted finally awakened the bloodrage veteran from the illusion. It was too late to bend the bow to aim. With the brute force of the centaur, Chalaton directly used the arrow in his right hand as a dart, and threw it in the direction of the bard, and hit Christian by surprise. In order to dodge the attacking feather arrow, the cross The ballistic trajectory of the crossbow also deviated from the original trajectory.

Accompanied by the sound of steel rubbing flesh and blood, two sharp feather arrows rubbed their cheeks and flew into the distance, leaving a fiery bruise on their faces.

"Remove the illusion from you! A dwarf! You are not qualified to pretend to be her! You have failed your mother!"

Looking at the bard who used arcane magic to disguise himself as Anna, Chalaton suddenly exploded into skyrocketing anger! He retracted the compound longbow in his hand and took off the spear hanging from his shoulder.

You cannot attack each other from a distance with a spellcaster. If you want to win, you must use overwhelming power to completely defeat this weak dwarf in close combat.

Unconsciously, Chalaton had already regarded the bard in front of him as a worthy opponent.

"Betrayal? My mother announced in front of you that I would inherit her position in the future, you, Chalaton! You also knelt under my mother's hooves and promised to swear allegiance to me after she died in battle! You failed me!"

Christian put away the crossbow, drew the chosen descendant, and gave her the warhammer and kite shield. The hammer head decorated with gold embossed gleams with terrifying arcane brilliance.

"And now, I will prove to you that you are wrong! You are all wrong! Now, I have the power comparable to my mother!"

"Don't know how to be grateful! Gnome! At that time, you couldn't use bows and arrows, you were a little older than the hounds. You wielded slings and you couldn't hunt even a deer! Put it in another clan, you would have been exiled or killed. Up!

We look at your mother's face and have always tolerated you staying inside a safe camp. I have been sharing food from hunting with you...Are you still not satisfied? Do you still want to lead us? what! What a joke! dwarf! "

Chalaton became more and more angry, full of anger, and finally overcame the inner fear of Anna-it was just an illusion made by a dwarf!

The iron spear tip, like a silver-gray meteor, slammed Anna's phantom fiercely, and the bard raised his shield to greet him, and barely accepted the opponent's attack. However, she had too little melee combat experience. The bloodanger veteran flipped his spear, and the heavy spear handle, like a brown whip, hit the bard's left arm heavily, knocking her thin body directly to the ground.

Christian yelled in pain, and was swept away by the tail of the gun. His left arm seemed to be pierced by a thousand needles. A slight movement would cause a piercing pain.

"This is the power you are boasting about? Dwarf? I admit that you have become stronger, but compared to your mother, it is far from enough!

After rotating the spear in Chalaton's hand, the sharp tip of the spear was re-targeted at the bard's neck, defiantly drawing a faint scar, showing off his victory.

"Christian, you disguised as your mother and fell to the ground embarrassedly! Stand up! Don't lie there like a dog and insult the most powerful chief in Blood Rage history!"