Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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Under the cover of a few blood, fearless and desperate, Painhurs finally withdrew from the front line of the battle against the Forbidden Army-although there were only six hundred golden masks, these Toria's most powerful minions, It is like two magnificent fortresses made of metal! Stubbornly face the enemy several times! The bloodthirsty barbarians charged in front of the imperial army, smashed their heads.

If it weren't for the druid's thorny entanglement, it would restrict the movement of the golden mask, allowing the bloodrage chief to rearrange the formation. I am afraid that this beheading operation will really fall short under the desperate entanglement of the Forbidden Army.

"Aurakir! Take your warlock with me! Leave these difficult golden masks alone! Coles' three thousand men and horses may return at any time! We don't have much time! Charge forward!"

At a critical juncture, Painhurs redeployed his soldiers. Christina, Caen, and the nearby four hundred heavy armored fearless, two hundred wind howling warlocks, and the most elite three hundred druids of Abhus, responded to the call of the pale warlocks. Entanglement, in the direction of Tolia, launched the final charge!

The remaining soldiers are responsible for "holding" far fewer than their golden masks, blocking Kors' return to aid, and gaining enough time for the final battle.

"Wind howling warlocks! Save me a spell slot! Ready to cast on the descendants of God! I want to see that girl with my own eyes, being torn to pieces by more than two hundred thunders! Revenge for our chief!!! "

"AlanNure Maid!!!"

Al'Akir wielded the blade of thunder blessed by the elements, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder roar, leading his warlock to charge at full speed.

At this moment, Abhuos just wants to end this cruel civil war quickly and reunite the horses. Therefore, he changed his former peacemaker's style of doing things, and his pair of soft eyes now reveals bursts of cruel and terrifying killings. Meaning. A long-range strike force composed of five hundred spellcasters, even by Roman standards, is a complete main battle army that can only possess a terrorist force.

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"Ah! Bu! Ho! Si!!!"

The descendants of God chosen by this sudden betrayal, the blemishes of qi are about to split, and a pair of silver beautiful eyes are covered with dense blood.

"The Supreme King! It's not good! Behind the camp, there is the sound of horseshoes! The scale is about a thousand!"

"The High King! The people behind, holding two tapered short spears, waving the flag with black fangs! It's them! It's the monsters and executioners that only exist in fairy tales!"

"Crack!"

Toria was angry and anxious, and crushed a skull vessel with one hand. The wine in the glass wet the pale golden cat-man leather.

The situation was reversed. Under Painhurs’ continuous strategic adjustments, the absolute disadvantage of the original 15,000 horses and less than 8,000 horses has become the now 1,700 brave athletes from the four clans who encircle Tori. Next to Ya, the last four hundred forbidden troops.

The torrential rain gradually became thinner, and the squally winds tended to calm down. The dim clouds are disintegrating and dissipating under the scorching sun.

It is bright.

"Kill a forbidden army, reward thousands of animal skins! Hundreds of cows and sheep! Kill Toria, get gold equal to her weight! Seal the place of a thousand households!!!"

Painhurs charged the soldiers while inspiring the morale of the soldiers. At the same time, he also took out a bulging water bag, manipulated the arcane energy in the blood, and made a cloud of blue energy ghosts. With the spirits in his bag, he drew a symbol of the dead on his cheek.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, countless groups of overlapping force field storms, engulfing the mud and gravel on the ground, one left and one right, brushed the bloodrage chief’s cheeks, and the brutal soldiers on both sides of the warlock were beaten under the terrifying shock wave. The people turned their backs on their horses, leaving him alone, falling on the spot alone.

Toria seized this opportunity, countless siege rings cut off the two wings of the enemy chief, and now, with her last four hundred forbidden troops, formed a sharp wedge-shaped array, and the descendants of God personally acted as the spearhead of the charge, roaring and killing. To the pale warlock!

Along with the change in the strength of the two sides, the mentality of both sides is also changing. Now, it is the turn of the Supreme Queen to make a desperate attempt to decapitate the **** chief.

"Kill a bloodrage traitor and reward thousands of animal skins! A hundred cows and sheep! Kill Pain Hess and get gold equal to her weight! Marshal of the banned army!!!"

Toria also screamed loudly, inspiring the fighting spirit of the Forbidden Army. Suddenly, her face changed slightly-the pale white horse in the distance did not choose to retreat, but turned into a ghastly and evil monster! The monster has a huge body like a giant, rushing into the sky, and a pair of giant dragon wings, with a slight flap, can wind up the howling wind.

The most terrifying thing is his head-it is a giant octopus magnified countless times, countless red blood dripping slowly on top of eight fleshy tentacles.

I saw that the evil monster that appeared out of thin air gave out a terrifying roar that made blood clot! The huge sound wave, wrapped in foul saliva, raised its eight tentacles on the chin high! A huge mouth of the abyss full of sharp fangs was revealed!

Facing this evil behemoth, the golden guard guard suddenly became panicked. After being covered by sound waves and saliva, he let out a hysterical scream!

"Are you all rubbish! It's just a fear technique of the Necromancy School! Is Quan Te hit the trick?!"

With her strong will, Toria resisted the huge horror of facing the indescribable, and recognized the necromantic magic of her opponent.

However, the Forbidden Army around him was not so lucky. These powerful and well-equipped soldiers, after looking directly at the phantom of fear, were frightened and helpless, fleeing everywhere, and the neat wedge-shaped formation instantly collapsed and disintegrated.

Under the golden mask, the descendant of God's Choice bit her delicate lips tightly. She also had no time to waste. The brutal soldiers who were hit by the siege ring would soon regroup. The black fangs behind her back, that shocked the sky. The sound of the moving horseshoe is getting closer to myself!

"Pe! Because! He! Si!!!"

After a brief struggle, the chosen descendant single-handedly launched a decisive charge towards the **** chief! She held up the golden eagle rod in her left hand. Two azure blue jade stones named [Chaos Core] and [Falling Sky], originally belonging to the witchcraft crown, exploded extremely terrifying arcane energy at the same time!

[Dual Casting: Spell Effective, Spell Powerful, Summon Thunder Storm]

The first clear sky was once again shrouded in deep dark clouds, and the deafening sound of thunder blasted into everyone's ears! All of a sudden, thirty large buckets of the thickness, dense blue-gold lightning, like a flood of bursting embankment, and like a collapsed sky, from the dark clouds, they protruded out of the current body full of arcane runes, whizzing. Moving, squeezing, pushing, scrambling to fall on Painhurs! Inject the terrifying current twice as much as normal spells into the **** chieftain's body!

Under the golden mask, the corners of Tolia's mouth rose wildly! In her opinion, a double thunderstorm was enough to destroy the flesh and blood of a weak warlock. However, she was wrong. When the thunder and the dust dissipated, what reflected in her pupils was a godly handsome horse drawn by the ethereal breeze.

"call--"

Painhurs, who was almost unharmed by the thunder, instantly lifted his vaporized form. The pure arcane energy, transformed into a biting cold storm of frost, and gloomy dark clouds, also gathered on Tolia's head, pouring down a frosty rainstorm toward her!

"Papa! Papa! Papa!"

Tolia's face sank, he kept watching the white white horse fighting. At this distance... the long-range attack spells that Penhurs can use seem to be only Blizzard.

Thinking of this, the Supreme King raised the staff of the eagle head, before the blizzard fell, propped up an energy barrier, countless mysterious and complex ice totems, densely covered the entire magic shield. Absorb the bitter cold from falling ice.

As for the physical blow caused by the ice falling from the sky, it is impossible to penetrate the unusually hard metal steel plank, and the flexible and shock-absorbing green vines, which are co-casted with the Chosen Battle Armor.

"It's now!"

Looking at Tolia, propping up an energy shield against the ice to withstand the energy damage caused by the blizzard, Painhurs instantly tore open a magic scroll purchased from the wizard mage.

I saw five azure blue force field missiles, like tigers out of the cage, breaking free from the shackles of the scroll, flying in the air, roaring, roaring, and slamming on the opponent's golden mask! Every time it hits, the descendants of God's choice are beaten back again and again!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by the dissipated arcane missiles, the golden mask was hit by the warlock into fragments, splashing everywhere, revealing a beautiful face occupied by madness, and two rows of nosebleeds after being hit by the missiles.

"Asshole!!!"

The Supreme King licked the blood from the corners of his lips, chanted sacred prayers, and returned colors to the enemy. A bunch of burning pillars of fire descended from the sky, tearing apart the surrounding clouds, but hitting an energy shield full of flame totems with heavy blows, unable to engulf the warlock below. The blazing flames spitting around are like waves of flames! Even the people on the other side of the battlefield can see this pillar of flames!

"It seems that there is a gem that gives him the skill to cast spells instantly. This warlock will also use protective energy, and even turn his body into a breeze to dodge attacks... There is no point in remote bombardment! I! Need to get closer to him!"

"The four-ring spell slots are almost exhausted! Except for the blizzard, there are no effective long-range attack methods in my spell list! The scroll of the wizard mage is expensive to die! What's more, this mare will also protect energy... ···The necromancy that I am good at, I need to get closer!"

"boom!"

Two pale and handsome horses and eight slender horse hooves, almost at the same moment, turned into two violent winds! Like two trains running towards each other, rushing towards each other!

Two hundred feet! One hundred and seventy-five feet! One hundred and fifty feet!

A ghostly tentacled jointly constructed by flesh and blood and arcane energy, wriggling its slender and illusory and terrifying body, stretched out from Pain Hess' flesh. Assist the pale sorcerer to cast some contact necromantic spells.

In the eerie singing sound, this faint blue tentacles and the skeleton hand bones at the top were instantly covered with shriveled, wrinkled, and horrible flesh and blood that had long been necrotic. The dark purple skin was engraved with dense black runes, and in the center of the palm, there was even a sluggish eyeball that was so blue that it was so scary that it was deeply embedded in the deep purple flesh and blood!

The ghost tentacles with withered flesh and blood, like a shooting star made of flesh and blood, drew a dark purple arc of terror in the sky, cursed claws filled with necromantic energy, and easily passed through the wood armor of gold and steel. On Ya's left abdomen, five black paw prints were torn out.

"Is this some kind of curse?! Me, my tongue?!"

Toria's eyes widened in horror. She felt her tongue was as rigid as steel, making it difficult to bend, swing, and spit out accurate notes. The prayer halfway through the chant almost disappeared!

At this moment, the pale warlock was less than a hundred feet away from him!

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Picture 208: The Battle of Weeping Rain (14)

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Looking at Toria, who was panicked because of the difficulty in singing, Painhes's mouth raised a confident smile. He raised his halberd with both hands, while galloping forward, he called out the second root of flesh and blood. Skill, the co-casting tentacles of the undead, towards the stammering, illegible descendants of God, launched a decisive charge!

Sixty feet! Forty feet! Twenty feet!

"Pouch."

Accompanied by a dazzling arcane light, Chief Bloodfury was horrified to discover that the soft pasture nearby became extremely large in an instant, far beyond his head, completely blocking his vision. The halberd that had taken advantage of it fell to the ground feebly, and the metal head of the halberd looked even bigger than his own body.

And under the horseshoe, that pool of water and mud that was originally inconspicuous, now it even overflows its own four hooves...and so on, how come the ants on the pasture have become so huge?

Painhurs looked down inadvertently-the standing water on the ground reflected a strange face: silver hair, flat face, round eyes, long beard, and three-petal lips... ····

The Bloodfury Chief's eyes widened in horror, his hair exploded, and he let out a meaningless scream.

"Meow meow meow???"

"Pe, Painhurs!"

The descendant of God chose to stammer and roar, waving the sword of the natural disaster, and rushing towards the white cat.

Although Toria spent several times the time of normal chanting, she still displayed magic beyond the range of the sorcerer's understanding. She looked at the extremely confused cat on the ground with a bright red mouth and raised a triumphant smile. A pair of slender and vigorous front hooves were raised high by the Supreme King, and then trampled down!

"Oh!!!"

Painhurs hurriedly jumped to the side, dived into the dense grass, thinking about the countermeasures. Massive information poured into his ears and nose instantly, showing the world around him in a unique appearance in the warlock's mind. The small size also gives the pale white horse an incredible degree of flexibility.

"Sizzle—"

Without a hit, the descendants of God's Choice waved the sword of natural disasters in their hands and slashed at the fleeing cat fiercely. Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, the metal blade entwined with thousands of electric arcs, tearing out a terrifying arc in the air. The blade cut off the body of the forage, and the current scorched their skin. Hundreds of scorched and broken pastures were swept far away by the wind.

However, Peinhes, who is also a centaur, understands the weaknesses in the body structure of his population-the centaur is too tall, and it is okay to use a huge two-handed weapon, or a slender pole weapon, like Toria's , A man and horse with a one-handed long sword can't touch the ground at all, and a small animal can't attack as long as it lie on the ground.

Thinking of this, the white cat swooped and passed Toria's pale gold fur that hung down like a curtain to the horse's hoof in order to protect her lower limbs, rushed under her horse's belly, and smoothly touched the Supreme King's horse's hoof. A paw.

"It’s safe for the time being... But what the **** is going on now? Why am I becoming a cat? Spells of the Transfiguration School? Should I temporarily retreat to Herniwell's side? But I can’t help it. Talking, one mouth is meowing..."

"boom!!!"

Just as the Bloodfury Chief was thinking about it, Toria bent her four hooves, her elegant body and strong armor, weighing a ton of terrifying mass, directly pressed on the body of the weak cat, and Painhes spit out on the spot. With a bite of blood, the bones all over his body were squeaking and creaking, and the internal organs were crushed to burst!

Under the severe damage, the arcane spell sleeping in the blood of the warlock, instinctively jumped, surging in the bloodwrath chief. Painhurs suddenly reacted: Even if he becomes a cat, he still has the ability to cast spells!

Thinking of this, the pale white horse immediately mobilized the magical power within the bloodline, the azure blue arcane energy, centered on the cat, exploded in all directions! The surging torrent of energy, like a ruin, destroys and disintegrates all nearby magic structures.

The white cat, who was crushed under the horse's belly, instantly recovered into a sturdy man and horse as high as seven feet. She directly flew Toria on her body, and the Supreme Queen was caught off guard and fell heavily after the rain. In the mud, there are splashes of mud in the sky. Tainted the armor of holiness,

Painhurs had quick eyes and quick hands, bent his forefoot, and pressed heavily on the Supreme King. With his left hand he propped up an energy shield to protect the thunder, while his right hand pulled out a metal blade and slashed at her defenseless face. However, the sword's edge was blocked by the sword of natural disasters that flashed with thunder and lightning.

Looking at the two sharp blades, they collided together, the **** chief's left hand also held the slender hilt, and tried his best to press down, trying to make the blade of the current entangled to cut its owner's cheeks. .

Toria supported the hilt of the sword, slowly rotating her wrist, so that the bronze sheep's head ring on the index finger of her right hand aimed at the chest of the pale white horse.

"Oh!!!"

Painhurs felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a huge siege ram. The whole person was like an arrow from the string, and he was hit and flew out, knocking down several barbarians in a row, and then he was barely stable. Live shape.

The guard who had been horrified by the fear technique before had returned to normal at this moment, but the blood rage coalition forces that had been smashed by the siege ring had also regrouped.

And the black fangs, accompanied by the sound of the hoof that shook the sky, and the roar of the beasts, slew behind the Supreme King, and cooperated with the three tribes of Bloodfury, Wind Howl, and Withered Bones to surround the Golden Foot Forbidden Legion!

"Woo-woo -"

The sky-shaking horn resounded through the sky, and the black flag fluttered in the wind! Eight hundred venomous snakes run wild in the muddy grassland. These vicious animal companions, like the most insidious and cunning assassins and killers, rely on dense pastures to hide their figure, bypassing the armor of the golden shoes and vertical horseshoes, and will one The sharp fangs were deeply plunged into their flesh and blood.

The fangs of a viper is different from a liger. The fangs of those predators are like sharp daggers, which can easily tear the blood vessels and throats of their prey, causing them to die instantly.

However, the fangs of a poisonous snake are more like a hollow needle, just a tool to assist the poisonous venom and inject into the flesh and blood of the prey.

Before the two sides had touched, the imperial army was caught off guard by the attack from below. Some venomous snakes desperately curled up backwards, like a spring compressed to the limit, violently bounced upwards, biting an important part between the stallion's rear hooves. , Instantly made them lose their fighting ability.

Before the Forbidden Army could use any scrolls or strange objects to fight against the venomous snakes lurking under their feet, the black fangs had already smashed to their side with the sky-shaking battle cry. The tapered short spear, coupled with a terrifying charge, instantly pierced the metal protective gear from the weak point of the armor. The charge launched by the one-ton behemoth also drove the formation of four hundred forbidden troops into pieces.

Every black fang is like a crazy beast and a calm doctor. Their weapons pierced through the air with terrifying bursts of air-breaking sounds, attacking the vital points of the horses and horses with unparalleled precision. It seemed that the forbidden army in front of him was not a wall made of metal, but just a piece of fish that was placed on a cutting board and slaughtered.

In an instant, countless sharp short spears pierced the body of the golden mask with dripping blood. Every attack of the black lizard, even if it is not fatal, will cause the terrifying gold to lose the ability to fight because of the critical damage.

Toria looked at the rear in shock. She finally understood why Gulvia went out with a third of the forbidden army and would be wiped out by the entire army-these dark men and horses, where are their compatriots, It is clearly a piece of terror tool specially used to kill the same race.

"I found you! Toria!"

When the wind howling warlock saw the descendants of God's Choice, they issued an angry and bloodthirsty roar, and the flickering frequency of the electric current at the corner of their eyes skyrocketed wildly at a terrifying speed.

In an instant, two hundred terrifying lightning beams were seen across the first clear sky, and the descendants of God’s choice hurriedly opened the shield of energy, instantly absorbing the thunder, absorbing it to the point of saturation, collapse, and being mixed with howls of wind. Warlock, thunder and lightning of infinite anger, torn to pieces!

The fierce electric light instantly drowned the descendants of God's choice.

"Ha! Ridiculous! Al'Akir! You are as stupid as your chief! After hearing the news of your betrayal, do you think I haven't made any preparations?"

Toria walked out of the tyrannical electric current almost unscathed. The golden steel wooden armor was burned by the high temperature brought by the electric current, revealing the vines entangled around her in circles—those green vines, engraved with dense numbers. The thunder pattern, these magic runes, absorbed a lot of electricity, and only a small part of thunder hurt the descendants of God's choice.

However, this is also the limit. She looked desperately around the battlefield. The rear, the remaining imperial troops, like weeds, were slaughtered by black fangs. In front, the bloody, dead bones, and howling coalition forces pressed forward. , Coles' back army, and the remaining golden mask, were also entangled by the druid's thorns. And some bloodthirsty crazy brutal soldiers blocked!

"Abhuos! Why do you want to betray your Supreme King!!!"

The descendants of God's Choice were unwilling to believe in the outcome of their defeat, their messy silver hair hanging down, the embarrassed face covered, their blushing lips, and they trembled slightly because of the violent emotional fluctuations. If it were not for the sudden reversal of the Withered Bones clan, how could he have fallen to this point?

"Because your title of Supreme King is self-proclaimed. And Painhurs—I have witnessed him perform Skerrit’s best solar magic! I have witnessed our deity and put it on him Crown of gold!

Toria! Skerrit, our king has been chosen, and that person is not you! "

The descendant of God's choice was trembling with anger, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on her broken armor, but it made Tolia sweat all over her body, and her hands and feet were cold.

Christina, Aorakir, Abhuos, Caen, five powerful men and horses, protected Pain Hess in the center. The black fangs behind, the bloodthirsty roar like a beast, are getting closer and closer to him!

"It doesn't make any sense to stay here. Since Coles can't kill him, then I will kill him! Those less than three thousand people, now is my last hope for a comeback!"

Thinking of this, Tolia quickly pulled out a very old scroll from the two snowy peaks in front of her chest, and unfolded it with a painful expression on her face. The strong arcane fluctuations on it even moved the wizard of the elves. !

"Quickly stop her! The Muzu text on the back of the scroll says [9]!!!"

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