Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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"The Scarlet Skull Banner, is it Christina's **** brute again that we are fighting against?"

Gorell narrowed a pair of beautiful eyes and looked at the opponent in front of him through the hazy rain curtain.

It is strange that the people and horses waving halberds in front of them are all wearing ragged light armor and even animal fur. The physique is also relatively thin, and the heavy armor that Rouge Horse is proud of is fearless, none of them appear on the front battlefield-the previous brutal soldiers in chain armor, but they caused a lot of gray mane mercenaries. Damage.

"Chief! Look where!"

Suddenly, the shout of a soldier attracted all the attention of Gorell. Following the fingers of the tribe, she looked into the distance-she saw a female horse in Chimera skin, and a male horse with pale hair like ice and snow, walking side by side to the forefront of the battlefield.

"Painhurs! Christina!"

Chief Greymane grinned happily. The pupils reflecting the two horses and horses suddenly enlarged: then where is the enemy, it is clearly two piles of gold walking with four hooves! ! !

"Skerritt is on! We are rich! The Supreme King has an order to capture or kill this pair of mandarin ducks alive to get gold equal to their weight! Brothers and sisters! Charge with me!!!"

The graymane soldiers around, after hearing the chief's words, their breathing was obviously heavier, and their eyes became more greedy and combative.

In the previous battle, Gorell understood the strength of the opponent: the terrifying power of the top ten tribesmen, coupled with the heavy weapons held in both hands, once the halberd was waved, almost no one could stop the opening and closing moves. Therefore, she specially selected two Persian scimitars. Want to fight personally, rely on the storm-like swift offensive, to achieve the final victory.

"Rumble!!!"

Countless hideous and terrifying lightning electric pythons, like a giant tree upside down, descend from the sky again! Venting the terrifying power of natural disasters. Along with this terrible thunderstorm, Gorell gathered all the elites of the Greymane clan and roared towards the two leaders of Bloodfury!

"Huh!!!"

Gorell took the lead. She raised her delicate lower jaw, and the upper body of a human being bent down ninety degrees, almost parallel to the horse's back! The air resistance brought by running is reduced to a minimum. The heavy Roman chain armor and eastern scale armor, like two layers of close-fitting cloth, can't hinder the terrifying speed of the Chief Greymane at all.

Gorell is like a gray falcon, pounces on his prey! One hundred feet, fifty feet, twenty feet!

Watching the terrifying offensive of the Greymane clan, the rouge horse wearing Chimera armor quickly erected a sharp halberd, trying to counter the enemy's unstoppable terrorist charge.

However, Chief Greymane's beautiful face covered in rain and mud suddenly showed a grim smile. Four slender, strong gray horseshoes knelt to the ground in an instant. The whole body was short, avoiding the sharp edge of the blood rage halberd! The knee is still sliding forward in the mud under the action of inertia! The whole centaur rushed between Christina's four hooves in an instant!

"Sizzle!!!"

Two sharp scimitars, with the help of the force of the charge, severely slashed into Christina's defenseless soft belly, and with the inertia of the charge, they continued to chop forward, tearing the enemy’s flesh, and thirsting for the opponent. Blood!

Accompanied by the creepy sound of friction between metal and flesh, Gorell brandished two scimitars from the front of the rouge horse to the back! The entangled intestines, the various organs, and the warm blood, gurgled out along the machete's torn wound, covered with the six limbs of Chief Greymane!

"Ha! Ha ha ha! I defeated Christina! I killed the blood-fury chief!!! Among the ten tribes, besides the Supreme King, which chief is my opponent??"

Gorell, who was covered with blood and internal organs, resisted the pain in his knees, stood up from the ground in excitement, and howled happily!

However, what surprised her was-seeing the chief killed in action, whether it was anger or fear: Why didn't the **** and angry brutal soldiers nearby show the slightest emotional fluctuation? Her partner, the snow-white white horse, did not show any sway in his face and expression?

"Goril, you are a terrible enemy! A mighty warrior! A loyal servant! I admire you! But your behavior is too reckless: this is the greatest weakness of you and your clan."

"White Horse" laughed at the **** Chief Greymane. Suddenly, with a twist of light, his coat color returned to normal: just an ordinary variegated man and horse. And the corpse on the ground-wait, Christina is red all over, but her four hooves are as deep and dark as the night, and the four horse hooves of this corpse are the color of blood!

Bait! This is a trap! ! !

"Okay! That troublesome guy was fooled! Now that the **** anger, Greymane are fighting melee and fighting together, she wants to get out of it, but it's not that easy! This is our last chance!"

Listening to the intelligence brought back by the little devil, Painhurs raised his arms and screamed, giving a final pre-war speech to the 1,200 people who participated in the beheading operation, encouraging everyone's morale.

"Brothers and sisters! Today! We will push through the defenses of the golden shoes! Today! We will face Toria's most powerful golden minions! Today! We will cut off the head of the female tyrant! End her rule! Blood for blood, with grievances! Today! The feats of each of us will be recorded by the bard in the annals of history, and will be passed down through the ages! Sung for thousands of years!!! AlanNure Skerritt!!!"

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

One thousand and two hundred heavily armored men and horses held up their weapons and screamed to the sky! The terrifying battle cry, even overshadowed the terrifying thunder!

"Ferrol! You trash, why are you in a daze? Do it!!! Immediately!!!"

"Okay, Master."

The king of the hill giant shrank in fear in the face of the scolding of the horses, and then straightened his chest to his compatriots, venting the grievances in his heart with more angry and harsh words, and commanded the sixty heads. The actions of the hill giants.

I saw that these filthy and ugly giants, carrying a basket of boulders, walking forward at a pace that made everything tremble, they learned the correct throwing method under Painhurs’s teaching-tiptoe on tiptoe. , Twist the waist and wrist to exert force, so that the power of sling can be maximized! Blocks of boulders drew arcs of death under the rain curtain, and hit the center of the gray mane army heavily! Splashed countless scarlet poppies!

After the huge rock hits the ground and smashes the horses into **** meat sauce, they will still roll forward under the action of inertia, ploughing **** gullies in the dense army of horses and horses.

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"It's now! Charge!!"

With a terrifying rate of one shot every ten seconds, the hill giant dumped more than one thousand and eighty boulders the size of a calf into the planned area within three minutes! Covered by this terrifying firepower like a flash flood, the Greymane Centaur was beaten and stunned, screaming, shoving, and crying, fleeing around!

The grassland full of boulders also restricted the enemy's formation. When the blood rage barbarians launched an unstoppable mass charge, they hardly encountered any decent obstacles!

"Damn! Damn! Damn!!! Painhurs! If you have the courage to face my blade! Come back to me!!!"

The Chief Greymane on the other side uttered an angry roar. She stood on the corpse of the blood rage barbarian, brandishing a pair of blood-soaked scimitars, and screamed to the sky!

That thin scimitar was as swift as a violent wind, and where it passed was a sea of ​​dead mountains and blood, but it was as heavy as a sharp axe, and its sturdy armor was as thin and useless as cloth in front of the cold blade.

She was surrounded by **** savages and giant hill giants who were left behind. She was surrounded by crowds of people. She was almost unable to move on this crowded battlefield!

"Woo! Woo!"

Chief Greymane blew two rapid, stern horns in succession. Trying to lead everyone to retreat and stop those blood-angered elites who went straight to the High King.

However, the last time she successfully evacuated, it was because the blood rage barbarian wanted to maintain the stability of the front, avoiding being completely defeated by the gold-footed army that had doubled her size, and was afraid to pursue it.

At this moment, in order to stop the gray falcon's pace, countless people even started the **** fury! Knowing that they were not Gorell's opponents, they still launched a desperate charge against the gray Falcon! A bloodthirsty roar made people tremble, and clouds of scarlet smoke rushed into the sky!

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I don't know how long it took, the gray mane horses and horses around him became scarce and eventually disappeared completely. Painhurs wiped a handful of viscous liquid mixed with blood and rain on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief. The front of the Greymane clan has been pierced through, and the rest of the clan will cooperate with the hill giant to drag the terrible falcon Gorell.

Jinlu sits on three generals and 10,000 athletes. However, Coles’ three thousand troops were led to the western wilderness by the fireball technique. Flor’s three thousand troops were caught in the trap of the Stormpike clan and surrounded by the copper wall and iron wall of Lego, Charleston and the poison bite clan. In the fierce battle, although only more than 500 people were lost, the remaining soldiers were all poisoned, and in the vigorous exercise, the toxins crawled into every corner of their bodies! In a short period of time, all of them lost their fighting ability.

Now, the only thing that can protect Tolia is the Thousand Forbidden Army in her hands and the Withered Bones clan of Abhuos. Humph, Abhus, that magic stick...

Thinking of the old friend who had been away for a long time, Painhurs smiled confidently. He admired the eight-pointed black star on the back of his left hand: the surging chaotic energy was on the eightfold road, galloping freely in the name of the four gods.

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