Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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"Heniwell, Heniwell!"

In the quiet darkness, Painhurs excitedly opened the door curtain of the teacher's tent, slender and handsome horseshoes, stepped over the elf maid lying on the ground, rushed to her side, and said with excitement.

"Don't, don't make me sleep... The servants, pull this rude man down, and draw hundreds of whips. Phew—"

The drow seemed to be in a dream and returned to his hometown in Egypt. She closed her eyes and let out a deep dream. The pitch-black and tender skin rubbed the soft animal skin, and gently rolled over, exposing the smooth and delicate back curve completely in front of Painhurs' eyes.

Seeing Zhengxiang who was sleeping on the other side, Chief Bloodfury stretched out his left hand, and the eight-pointed black star on the back of his hand began to sparkle with a terrifying abyssal light.

This time the spell is completely different from the past. In the flesh and blood of warlocks, there is a certain amount of arcane power, and they transform their internal energy into strange magic.

However, this time, he has to follow the magic net that builds the world, searching for energy that is enough to perform magic. Therefore, the casting speed is greatly extended.

Suddenly, the white horse seemed to have returned to the moment when he first comprehended the arcane arts. There were countless bright stars that could not be observed by the naked eye. In the tent, on the grassland, in every corner of the world, one after another. Flicker.

The densely packed stars soon occupied the entire material universe. Countless thin lines emitting light fluorescence seem to follow a certain peculiar law, connecting tiny stars, and countless dots and lines are gradually piled up and squeezed together to form a magnificent bright star. Figure.

The vast and endless star map in front of you can't see the end at a glance. But relying on countless faintly fluorescent silk threads, it connects and divides itself into countless levels. Countless dark tentacles stretched out their profane tentacles from the eight-pointed black star. They climbed crazily along the thin lines of the stars, one, two, three, and four layers!

"Om—"

A black light inlaid with gold rims was firmly held in the five fingers by the sorcerer, and gently poured into Herniwell's body...

"what!!!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the drow was finally awakened by the change. She jumped up from the bed, quickly retreated to the edge of the camp, curled up into a ball, and accompanied every inch of skin on her body. He was breathing heavily, and trembling slightly.

"Are you scared by Toria?! What are you doing at night?! Wait...why is there an inexplicable magical energy in my body...this is... [Spell infusion]?"

The drow stared at his student dissatisfied, just about to have an attack, but was attracted by a stranger thing. Spell infusion... This divine art is exclusive to the priest, but Painhurs is the sorcerer taught by himself. Why, why does he use a four-ring divine art?

Pain Hess stretched out his left hand again, but this time, the eight-pointed black star, lying quietly on the back of his hand, did not respond, and a sense of weakness and weakness also came to his heart.

When I just became a sorcerer and the spell slots were extremely limited, I often consumed it completely and fell into this familiar weakness.

It seems that five times a day, this is already its limit.

"How is it possible? You changed your job to become a pastor? No, no, no, just your perception, how could you become a slave listening to the will of the gods? Perceive the power of the master of the gods, and use the magic of the four rings?"

Herniwell became more and more curious. In the previous battle, as long as she used the invisibility technique, even if she danced behind him, Painhurs could not find her trace. This is among ordinary people. It is almost unthinkable.

Even a horse can use sight, hearing, smell, coupled with the extremely sensitive coat of the whole body, and the perception of changes in the surrounding vegetation to quickly lock onto nearby targets.

However, the perception abilities of his own students are no different from ordinary human beings.

"Done some bargain with a strange guy. Sorry, excuse me, I originally wanted you to experiment with the limits of divine art... but I didn't expect to use it five times a day, cut it."

Painhurs shook his head helplessly, ready to go back to sleep. If you don't take a good rest, the magic consumed today will not be restored, and the descendant of God's choice. This is quite deadly when there are soldiers coming to the city at any time.

"You woke me up just to test the magic?"

Herniwell put her hands around her chest, and said angrily and funny.

"Then why don't you find someone else? Your little spouse, the few centaur chiefs, high elf mages, and even the religious leaders of the Goths, shouldn't it be good to learn from them? Do you have to wake me up at night? ???"

"Christina knows nothing about magic."

The pale white horse shrugged innocently, with a handsome face, quickly approaching the drow.

"And the others? I don't believe them, they will keep this secret for me."

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Because of the food problem. The bloodfury and other clans could not stand firm and clear the country, and could not even hold on to the castle. They could not lose the pastures and farmland outside the city. If they were consumed, they would die chronically.

The Jinlu and other clans also faced the same problem. Some chiefs simply dragged their families and returned to their nomadic lives, bringing hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep to the northern pastures.

The soldiers of the two armies were all dispatched, and the movement of this scale could not be concealed. Even the werewolves in the west were aware of the drastic changes in the east. A scout without any weapons or armor turned into a giant wolf on all fours, pretending to be an ordinary animal, and began to march eastward.

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"Do it, hurry up! Do it, hurry up!"

Under the orders of the Chief Bloodfury, the hill giants waved fists the size of a well. Driven away countless goblin slaves, and marched south first. Forcing these cowardly and cruel little guys to dig a long trench on a battlefield selected by Painhurs himself on the southern coast of the ranch.

Inside the castle, the war machinery is fully operational, and a large number of pack beasts are pulling trucks from the western forest to bring back a large amount of high-quality wood. All horses, regardless of gender, young and old. He also slashed the wood crazily, creating bundles of slender arrow shafts and spear handles.

The tribe of the beast Onado is stationed at the edge of the forest where the horses and men cut down trees, and the true dragon has a natural deterrent to Yalong. Their strongest combat power: the seven-headed and two-legged dragons are almost unusable. Therefore, the evil flame clan did not rashly launch an offensive, but instead created a large number of war machines to prepare for the dragon hunting battle.

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"So, that white horse is unwilling to give up his farmland and pasture. A large number of troops and goblin slaves are all assembled on the beach outside the castle?"

A group of scouts sent a large amount of collected information to the ears of the descendants of God's choice. For her to make the final strategic deployment. The two clans, Grey Mane and Withered Bones, as the vanguard troops, first came to the outlying areas of the Glory of Skerrit, set up camps, and investigated the enemy's situation.

The Supreme King, with her golden army and remaining allies, carrying a large amount of food, baggage, cattle and sheep, moved forward slowly.

"The group of perfidious orcs stationed in the forest to the west, building a large number of siege equipment...are you preparing to fuse me on both sides? However, they are too far apart, and there is no time to rescue each other. what."

The Supreme King tilted his head in doubt. Toria, who didn't know the whole story, naturally couldn't figure out the logical relationship behind these things.

However, the chief poet of the dead next to her: Peanna, after hearing the news, her center of gravity suddenly became unstable. The beautiful body with tattoos shook violently and almost fell to the ground. Her strange face was like an ancient tortoise. Cracked marble sculptures are average, pale to the extreme!

She knows where the Mortalian habitat is.

She knew that Pain Hess and his party had escaped life under the dragon's claws.

She knew that the evil sun orcs were originally a group of lunatics whose butts were stuck to the saddle.

That said...the orcs are running towards the sea of ​​flowers in the forest! Going to Mortarian! ! !

"What's the matter? Peanna?"

The Supreme King keenly caught the discomfort and abnormality of the allies, stared at her pale little face, and asked suspiciously.

"No, it's okay."

The leader of the dead poet waved his hand and forcibly restored his composure. She opened her mouth, trying to persuade Toria to separate an army and eliminate the perfidious orcs, but she couldn't find any reason, pale and weak excuses, and even aroused suspicion from the other party, increased her guard against herself, and affected the follow-up work. The unfolding······Damn it!

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【Julian Calendar】·400 AD·The 30th day of the third month (Gregorian calendar 400.3.30)

The dark clouds that can't see the end cover the blue sky, the violent sea breeze rolls the dim waves into the high sky, making them roar, roar, dance wildly, and smash against the white sky. On the beach. The gloomy clouds grew dim, and a few drops of rain also slowly landed on the ground under the gust of wind.

Even the sky is crying sadly for this coming roommate.

Toria, who had the advantage in number, brought her own army with confidence to the battlefield chosen by Painhurs. She needs to rely on a frontal battlefield to achieve grand victories to completely defeat the will of these "rebels", and let the survivors obediently obey her horse's hooves.

What's more, the number of one's own troops is more than twice that of the other's. The number of druids is even more in a state of crushing. This kind of advantage, if you still have to avoid the battle, it will inevitably make your allies make a shrill ridicule.

The Bloodfury Clan, who was in a disadvantaged number, chose defense in this situation. Deploy the army on a section of the coast and use the rough sea as a natural barrier for the army's left wing. The right wing of the army is densely packed with carriages?

The Bloodfury Chief gathered all the wooden carts that transported goods and lined up a long square array on the right wing of the army. Two thousand sturdy (goblin standard) goblins, one thousand Gothic warriors, and five hundred Gothic priests stood in and behind the tall carriages, holding shields and javelins, and stood in battle. Sixty hill giants are also behind the vehicle, lifting up slings the size of a horse foal.

One shot exudes a fragrance, the wooden stakes that have just been sharpened are like a sharp jungle, pierced by goblins and humans at the front of the cart, densely packed, extending to the end of the field of vision.

The left wing is the natural danger of the ocean, and the right wing is a temporary fortress built by countless carriages. The five races gathered in the center of the army, preparing to fight to the death with the "traitors" in the south.

The Supreme King frowned. Horses and horses are good at swimming, but the extremely salty sea water will make the soldiers of Duhai itchy. Even if they hold back it, when the swimming is halfway, if the howling warlock throws down the chain of lightning, then this It is completely for nothing.

The defensive system built by carriages in the west...Toriya has never seen this kind of tactics. Forget it, let Tasmar's people try it out and make plans.

"Tasmar! Attack the enemy's right flank! Chief Peana! Let your dead poem sing a song to enhance the combat effectiveness of the soldiers! Gereel! Your Greymane clan takes the lead! Cut through the enemy's frontal defense for me!"

"Your will!"

The mercenary leader lowered his head, and then grabbed the four-meter-long Kontos lance, took his clan, and charged toward the north under the guidance of the gray falcon flag. However, the dead poet did not respond to the call of the Supreme King.

"Peanna? Peanna! Where are you and your army?!"

Toria frowned slightly. Yesterday, the strange performance of the leader of the dead poet, like a terrible cloud, clouded her heart.

"The High King! Last night, all the dead poets gathered together and left the temporary residence! The gorgeous bards ran to the northwest!"

PS: I was scratched by a dog last night. I got a rabies vaccine in the morning. Now my arms are sore and my brain is dizzy. ~~

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