Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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"The High King! It's not good! About a thousand men and horses in heavy armor have cut through the gray mane defense line! They rushed straight to your camp! The arcane-structured flame just exploded and knocked you The position is exposed to the eyes of those traitors!"

Painhurs's high-profile assault was naturally noticed by the scouts in Jinlu. He hurriedly ran to the descendant of God's choice, and reported the seriousness of the situation to the high-ranking Tolia.

Since the Second Diodosian War, the behavior and habits of the Supreme King have undergone tremendous changes. She prefers to sit in the rear and command the army instead of charging and fighting side by side with the soldiers: the last time she rushed to the front, she was almost torn apart by the legendary leader of the werewolf: the fangs and claws of Horus. After the war, it took two months to lie down before he fully recovered.

"Abuhors, your supreme king, order you to lead all the withered bone sacrifices, and the whole army will be dispatched to block the desperate and ridiculous desperate fight of Pain Hess frontally."

Tolia lay lazily on a human-shaped cat face, on top of pale golden fur, and said calmly. Under the golden mask, a pair of beautiful silver eyes exuded extremely dangerous rays, staring at the dead chief.

"Put my clan on the cusp and fight Painhurs? Is she testing my loyalty? That's right, the Bloodfury clan was introduced by me and joined the council. The private relationship between the two clans is also very good. Oh, mare!"

Deep down, Abhuos rolled his eyes at Toria's distrustful temptation. But his appearance still showed a loyal appearance.

"Your will, my queen."

"well."

Seeing Chief Withered Bones agreed to her request without hesitation, Toria's tone eased a lot.

"Don't be afraid, Abhuos. I will draw out six centuries from the Forbidden Army to outflank and encircle this desperate traitor who has fallen into madness from both wings. Your Withered Bones clan will not suffer too much damage."

Abhors nodded, and stepped from the warm camp to the hazy rain curtain. More than a thousand druids dressed in animal furs, covered with vines and full of pale ribs, gathered in Under a terrifying banner--above the emerald green background, countless bones are piled up to form a giant tree in the sky.

"The giant tree of bones, it's Abujos!"

A few sharp-eyed druids were the first to discover the totem of withered bones. Ready to fight immediately. Withered Bones is the first Ma clan encountered by Bloodfury. They are few in number, but the number of druids is terrible. They are both powerful allies and terrifying enemies.

In the violent storm, three hundred powerful druids with dry bones and seven hundred apprentices chanted mysterious spells at the same time. I saw that the rain curtain in front of the Withered Bone Array was completely distorted and changed by the rich magical energy! A series of vigorous verdant doors appeared out of thin air!

More than seven hundred prairie wolves and three hundred burly black bears, accompanied by the roar of cruel and bloodthirsty beasts, rushed out of the summoned circle, under the control of the druids, mighty and mighty Kill the Legion of Blood Fury!

"Abuhos! Long time no see, you gave this gift from the very beginning? The brothers and sisters in the front row! Set up the halberds! The back row people! Aim at the black bears and set the javelin on fire!"

Painhurs made a cut and raised the heavy halberd with both hands flat, and the sharp head of the halberd was facing the mighty herd.

"Wow--"

The terrifying wolves roared to the sky, they were like a gray wave overwhelming the earth, sweeping across the entire muddy grassland! The sharp claws slammed, and the vigorous body is like an arrow from the string, rising from the ground! Turn into a terrifying meteor! The terrifying and terrifying mouth of the blood basin, and the sharp fangs inside like a dagger, pointed directly at the throat of a horse and a man!

"Puff!"

Painhurs took a step back slightly and removed the impact from the halberd. Even the elite cavalry in heavy armor dare not attack the array of spears head-on, let alone a brainless beast? The harder the wolves rushed and hit the halberd, the more they were injured.

For example, the wolf in front of him swooped, with a sharp halberd head, which just hit its right eye. Under the action of inertia, the tip of the gun plunged deeply into the skull of the beast. The red blood was mixed with yellow brains. Like the tide of a bursting embankment, it splashed everywhere, covering the body of the blood-rage chief.

The same thing happened in every corner of the battlefield. The terrifying wolves wanted to use the force of the charge to bite the throats of the horses and horses, but they slammed into a slender halberd. The reaction force brought by the charge caused the head to bleed and the corpses ran across the field.

The bloodrage warriors in the back row threw heavy javelins that looked like a swarm of locusts, focusing on taking care of the powerful black bears, many natural allies, without even rushing to the bloodrage array, they swayed and threw spears all over. The bruised body fell unwillingly to a pool of blood.

Seeing the assaulting herd suffered heavy casualties, Painhurs quickly took out a roll of tanned sheepskin, and said something in his mouth. In a short time, the leather glowed with dazzling blue rays, decomposed and ascended into pure arcane energy. The Bloodfury Chief is the center, entwined, danced, hovered, and instantly propped up an invisible force field shield.

"Stop the offense, I'll go and negotiate with my old friend."

"Negotiating? Are you still negotiating if it's all like this?"

Hernivale was riding on a strong white horse, her slender and well-proportioned thighs clamped tightly on its back. The drow frowned in confusion, and looked at the pale warlock beside him in confusion.

"I threw two fireballs and exploded two holes among those withered men and horses. Everyone charged and passed by with a wave of recklessness!

Coles' 3,000 men might find the trap of the West at any time, and quickly return to Toria's side. Gorell's gray mane and the three thousand golden shoes trapped by the thunder spear also have the possibility of getting out of the trap! We gambled everything on our own for this raid, but we didn't have much time at all! "

"If I can persuade this **** stick to give way, then everyone will save more time! Teacher! Don't worry, I have to save me! And, I won't delay too long."

After finishing speaking, Chief Bloodrage took the lead, trampled on the corpses of gray wolves and black bears, rushed to the center of the battlefield, faced more than a thousand pairs of vigilant eyes, and shook the blood-colored skull banner in the rainstorm.

"Abhuos! Why did you join Toria's camp? For that woman, slaughter your own countrymen?! Come out and face me!"

The Withered Bones priests were silent for a while. If it hadn't been for this **** rainstorm to wet the bowstrings of the longbow, they would definitely send a thousand sharp feather arrows to the **** chieftain.

However, at this moment, apart from those high-ranking priests, no one else has any effective long-range attack methods. And those withered bone druids who followed Abhors from the very beginning, and also fought side by side with the Bloodfury clan for a long time, and were a little hesitant in the face of former comrades-in-arms.

At this moment, with dazzling flashes and growing vines, Abhors descended in the center of the army of withered bones.

The coat color of the Withered Bone Chief is an extremely rare dark green face. The pale skin of the human body is bleak and dull, just like the corpse of the undead that has long been dead, making people creepy. A slender and smooth light blue long hair, tied into countless small braids, neatly covered the entire head, and finally gathered on the back of the head, forming a playful and lovely ponytail.

Under the light blue braids, above the delicate and handsome gray face. A pair of emerald green eyes, like two bright and moving lakes, rippling with autumn light, in the violent storm, showing a refreshing smile to oneself-this picture scroll, except for the majestic heavy rain, is extremely like The day when the two met.

"You want to know about Holy Huo K'an and Toria, a descendant of God's choice, why are they both so anxious to start a civil war, so anxious to call themselves the Supreme King? So anxious to unite the tribesmen and horses under their command. Brother?"

Abhuos sighed softly.

"Holy Fire, as the priest of Skerrit, has a powerful prophecy ability, which most druids cannot match. He heralds the destruction and end of our population, the neighing of war horses, and the howling of wolves that shook the sky. , Gradually submerged-unless, we can be unified under the same banner. Hand in hand against the enemy."

"So, after the sacred fire won over the three clans, we can’t wait to become king in the north. Three months later, Toria and I. We cracked the code of Ka’an together—then the mare was also Fear dazzled his head, tore away his amiable disguise, and eagerly swept away all political enemies."

The neigh of the war horse was gradually overwhelmed by the howling wolf...

Countless cold sweat beads slid out of Painhurs' temples in an instant, mixed with the rain in the sky, and slowly fell down.

That dark night, that mysterious god, and that gloomy voice gave him the same prophecy and showed the same picture—an army of men and horses will be completely crushed by bloodthirsty wolves.

A banner that symbolizes history and glory will be torn to pieces by fangs and claws, and powerful chiefs will be swallowed one by one by the green wolf. Everything they cherish will eventually become nothingness. The dust.

"However, the prophecy did not say who. Who is the real supreme king!!!"

Hearing the words of Chief Withered Bones, Chief Bloodwrath suddenly had an idea. He raised his left hand high, and the eight-pointed black stars shone brightly!

It was noon, and in the midst of this violent storm, there was actually a beam of brilliant golden sunlight that pierced and pierced the dim clouds, focusing his warm and terrifying heat on Painhurs' left hand!

At this moment, in the thunderstorm of thousands of miles, only the foot of the **** chieftain was shrouded in bright sunlight. The brilliant and warm sun rays showed that it was so out of place on the dim and damp battlefield. Attracted everyone's attention.

"Look! Abhors! As you can see! I am a warlock, but at this moment, I do not use any scrolls or wands, but I can use the priest's sacred power! Skerrit bestows I use the power of sacred spells!"

Looking at the amazed druids, Painhes put on a very pious appearance under the shining of the sun.

I saw that the pale warlock waved his left hand, and the rays of the sun gathered on the eight-pointed black star, like the tide of a breaking bank, gushing out of his hand! Like a dazzling meteor, it passed through the gloomy rain curtain, illuminating a small part of the sky! Under the withered hooves, a huge deep pit that was extremely hot and exuding white smoke exploded.

At the same time, the golden crown was shining with a pale pink light, and a huge phantom phantom instantly appeared on the right hand of the Bloodwrath Chief: it was a white and brown, extremely handsome tall man and horse. Under the long silver hair, above the handsome face, a pair of golden eyes, like two dazzling gold balls!

The huge phantom, gently holding up an extremely gorgeous golden crown inlaid with nine gems in both hands, slowly walked towards Painhes, his hands slowly sinking, let the bright crown away The top of the bloodraged chief's head was getting closer. In the end, the illusory golden crown merged with the witchcraft crown on his white hair, and they were no longer separated from each other.

"The priest's three-ring magic, scorching light...you...this is impossible! How is this possible?!"

Abhors has long lost his previous composure, his jaw grew in amazement, and his four slender hooves were shaking slightly!

"As you can see, old friend."

Looking at the dark-green centaur who almost knelt down in excitement, Painhurs put his hands together, accepted the illusion, and crowned him in an incomparably illusory manner.

"I, too, have hair as pale as ice and snow! But it is me who has found the crown of the Supreme King! It is me who has been blessed by Skerrit! It is me, the **** who can communicate with us! It is me, who can use it. The magic of the sun!!! The son of prophecy, from the very beginning, I was Painhes! Not a descendant of the gods!

Toria? She is just the heir of Tomelis, she is only a blessing to her ancestors! And I, Skerritt in this era, re-selected the champion of choice! Skerritt chooses me to become your supreme king! ! ! "

"Now, kneel down to me and swear allegiance! In this way, I will forgive you for the stupidity of withered bone sacrifices, and I will lead our brothers and sisters to break the shackles of prophecy and enter a new era! Our country will surely rise again !!!"

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