Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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Accompanied by bursts of crisp and melodious impact, Gorell fell to the ground, feeling a fierce pain in his back. Roman chain armor and Eastern scale armor combined to form a solid defense. Although it blocked the sharp edge of the arrow cluster, it could not intercept the impact of the brute force of the centaur and the compound longbow.

Seeing the spear and shield being thrown aside, the Chief Greymane was too late to pick up his weapon, supported with both hands, quickly climbed up from the ground, and drew his slender front hoof from the ravine trap.

No way, the same sentence: The attack of the golden shoe was too sudden. In order to ensure that the depth was long enough, the goblin had to sacrifice the quality of the gully. This was the completion of two gullies before the arrival of the first wave of golden shoe scouts.

However, the other tribesmen were not as lucky as her. Before some of them could get up from the ground, they were covered by feather arrows and shot into **** hedgehogs, **** savage soldiers, and also wielding large shields. , The halberd, launched an unstoppable charge forward, taking advantage of the great opportunity when a large number of enemies were tripped by the trench, lifted the halberd in his hand high!

Suddenly, a huge electric current shuttled among the low clouds, almost occupying the entire sky! The pale electric light instantly illuminates the dim battlefield like daylight. A flash of lightning also took the bloodthirsty faces of the savages and the hammer heads forged in metal, even more eerie and terrifying.

"Oh!!!"

A brutal soldier waved the halberd in his hand and banged heavily on Gorell's left shoulder. The Chief Greymane did not advance and retreated. Her vigorous body crossed the hidden trench, avoided the metal halberd, and hit her shoulder. Yes, it's just a thick wooden pole.

This pain can't affect the mercenary leader who has experienced many battles. At a speed that the naked eye can't see, Gorell instantly drew out two sharp Roman daggers, a pure iron blade, a thick spine, and this The weapon has a very considerable lethality.

I saw a flash of cold light, the sharp blade was covered with blood, and the brutal soldier in front of him slowly fell in a pool of blood, dripping blood, gurgling out along the huge gap between his face and neck .

"Rumble!!!"

The sound of thunder that shook the sky, immediately after the pale electric light, blasted into everyone's ears. Covered the battle roar of Greymane and the roar of blood fury. A few drops of cold rain fell gently on Gorell's slender eyelashes, and flowed slowly down her beautiful cheeks.

Looking at the corpses of the people and horses that were gradually cold in front of them, the suffocating sense of guilt, like a heavy mountain, firmly pressed the mercenary leader's shoulders. A big icy hand gripped Gorell's heart tightly. The fragrant **** breath of the past, but now, it is so disgusting!

Chief Graymane couldn't understand that from birth, he was a sharp spear, a monster chasing war to make a living, and all the people of Graymane are! When I was two years old, I could wield a cold blade, cut open the enemy’s neck, and slowly watched him writhe and twitch painfully on the ground, and then shed all the blood...I was at that time , When looking directly at the death of others, he won't even blink his eyes.

Being hired by others to fight, through mass killings, in exchange for the supplies they depend on for survival. This is how Greymane survives... But why does killing the same clan feel completely different from killing foreign enemies?

"Gorrel!!!"

Suddenly, a roar full of blood came into the ears of Chief Greymane. She looked up and saw a pale golden three-headed behemoth, aggressively killing herself!

No, it's not a three-headed Chimera, but Christina!

Rouge Liema instantly recognized the appearance of the mercenary leader. Four slender, strong black horses hooves fiercely kicked, the whole person leapt into the high mid-air, sixteen enemy chief skulls tied to the body, shook crazily, collided, and clinked!

When diving, Chimera's pair of mighty and hideous huge cloaks-the pale gold wings that originally belonged to these three behemoths, were also raised high by the arcane storm. It was like a pale gold banner with scarlet skulls painted on both sides.

The howl of the storm whizzed through the huge wing membrane, and those densely packed tiny holes made a terrifying and ear-piercing scream in the air! Deter and intimidate all the enemies around! Gorell squinted solemnly, and the rouge Christina seemed to have a pair of huge pale golden wings.

"clang!!!"

The swords and halberds intersected, and the Greymane Chief was forced to retreat steadily by the opponent's huge power. The four horseshoes plowed the ground into four deep gullies, and she looked at the rouge horse in surprise: the opponent's already terrifying power, soaring again, completely suppressed herself-and, at this moment, Christina, Haven't entered a violent state yet!

"Why, why do you rebel against Toria's rule? We all unite under her banner, gallop together and crush the enemies who have hurt us. Isn't that good? Poison bite or blood anger is good, Why did you all choose to betray?! Why, we must fight together! I want to vomit because of the blood of the horses! Damn it!!!"

Gorell frowned, and in a daze, she seemed to be back a few months ago. Everyone was surrounded by the bonfire soaring, talking and laughing, talking about the experience of fighting together, and boasting about the feats of the clan together!

The two chiefs also crossed their backs at the banquet, holding up the glasses of skulls, toasting to the brothers and sisters who died in battle.

"You don't understand, what don't you understand!"

Christina let out a roar, the halberd in her hand opened and closed, whirring and whirring, sharp halberd blade, the sound of cutting through the air, just like the singing of death! After taking a few tricks from the opponent, Chief Greymane only felt his arms numb, and he could hardly hold the dagger in his hand.

"You are just a mercenary who collects money to do things. Gorell, I pity you! You don't understand what Toria wants to deprive. You don't understand what we want to protect!

For generations, the ancestors of the Blood Fury Clan have dedicated everything they have in order to protect our homeland and protect our people. My mother, also in order to protect her people, died heroically. The name of our clan, the totem of this scarlet skeleton, the will and glory that he has been living with for hundreds of years, all the people of the clan have been passed down!

As for Toria? Why is that guy, no, why does she take away everything from our clan? The glory of the ancient kingdom, what is the illusory promise that only exists in fairy tales?

Look at the comrades around me! They are the chiefs of the Stormpike clan! The chief warlock of the Wind Howl clan! The supreme leader of the bite clan! And I, Christina of the Bloodfury clan, not a citizen of [Sagittarius Kingdom]! "

Gorell turned her vigorous body and avoided Christina's fatal blow. She moved her four hooves and quickly moved forward. The sharp blade drew a string of dazzling sparks on the armor of the rouge horse.

"I really don't understand what your persistence and your pride mean."

The long pole weapon has a fatal weakness. It has only the top metal spearhead, which has the ability to kill. It cannot attack the enemy too close to itself. Faced with close hand-to-hand combat, holding two short swords, the gray mane chief is dancing wildly. This time, The rouge horse was defeated steadily. She threw away the long halberd, drew a long sword from her waist, and slashed it with Gorell's double blades!

"You don't understand? Okay, let me give you an example. A bunch of people rushed into your tent, killed your parents, brought you young into their tent, forced you to put on their clothes and obey Their custom, changed to their surname! Can you accept it?"

"Cut, just eat the weak."

Gorell snorted disdainfully.

"I've seen too many examples of this kind in the south. The empire hired us to attack one foreign army after another. After the victory, those two-legged beasts would collect all the unfortunate prisoners and ask them to wear Romans. His armor, holding their eagle flag high, drained the last drop of blood for Augustus!

This is really normal. Our gray mane banner was originally a galloping gray horse, but it was also modified by the elves to be a gray falcon. Is there any problem with this? Just give money! "

"That's why I said you don't understand our glory at all! You have been completely changed by the alien culture, Gorell!"

Upon hearing the other party's theory, Christina was furious. The long sword draws a stern arc on the battlefield, and the fighting skills of both sides are equally exquisite. However, the rouge horse has an advantage in strength.

With the passage of time, even leaving the spellcasting area of ​​the Howling Warlock, the tyrannical wind swept pasture and gravel, the blower couldn't open his eyes. In the ocean of the east, huge waves were set off one after another by the storm!

The pale electric current that obscured the sky and the sun, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, shuttled back and forth in the dark clouds. The raindrops became more and more dense, and the scattered raindrops became more and more dense, and finally connected into a line, turning into a majestic downturn heavy rain!

The dense raindrops made everyone's sight more and more blurred. The roar of the thunderstorm also overwhelmed the roar of the horses. The bowstrings of both sides were completely soaked in rain and could not be used, so they had to stand behind and stare.

The battlefield contact area is limited. No matter how great the disparity between the forces of the two sides is, the soldiers who enter the battle will always be the soldiers in the front row. This torrential rain abolished the long-range of both sides, allowing the gods to choose the descendants, exhausting the spell slots of the sorcerers, and then washing the ground with arrows Missed, carts and carts full of arrows, turned into a complete waste.

The turbulent sea has also become a natural barrier for the Bloodfury clan, making Toria unable to play a quantitative advantage at all.

The war gradually entered a stalemate.

"Okay, okay. Gorell. So. How much gold and silver do I need to pay to buy your loyalty?"

Christina shivered from the rain.

"Sorry, Christina. Perhaps, as you said, my mercenaries have been out of the grassland culture for too long. We don't have what you call [Glory]."

Gorell's arms trembled slightly, and he blocked the next three consecutive attacks. Every muscle on his arm wailed in pain. The thick-spine epee of the Roman style has also been cut with some big gaps.

"However, we at least stick to the merchant's [credibility]."

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