Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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Christina quickly tilted her center of gravity forward, raised her two slender and beautiful black heels, and slammed towards the warlock behind her, causing sharp and piercing sounds.

However, Peinhes, who used the acceleration technique, was even faster. The four pale horse hooves, like a winter storm, quickly withdrew from the attack range of the rouge horse, and before the opponent turned around and launched a charge with shame and anger, they once again concealed their figure.

"It seems that I am going to change to give you a bath today, Christina~"

Rouge Liema quickly recovered her calm. After suffering a loss, she was not disturbed again by the complacent voice of the other party. Instead, she stood guard on the spot, searching for the figure of her lover.

Standing aside, Christian, who watched the battle between the two, flipped his slender wrist, and an antique lute appeared out of thin air on her tender palm.

The little mare raised an elegant and white front hoof intoxicated, and quickly hit the ground with the frequency of a ghost animal, acting as an accompaniment drum. The five imaginary fingers, like raging waves, quickly plucked the strings, presenting a **** battle vocal music for the battle between the sister and the spouse.

"You deliberately! Christian! He is already invisible, and you have to interfere with my hearing!"

"despair--"

There was another sound of horseshoe trampling the ground, and Christina rolled her eyes, pretending to be attacking - sure enough, Painhurs repeated his old tricks, with the twisted light, revealing her figure.

"caught you!"

Christina twisted her waist, swept the wooden stick in her hand, wrapped in the terrifying wind pressure, and instantly came to the white horse's side, but at the moment of contact, her master slowed down her speed and lightly touched Pain Hess.的flanks.

"That's also illusion, dear."

The silent phantom, after being lightly touched by a wooden stick, was like a calm lake, rippling with waves of arcane magic. The great chief, like a ghost, appeared again next to Rouge Lima, with the wooden stick in his hand, turned into an afterimage that could not be captured by the naked eye, and gently tapped on the right arm of his lover.

Relying on illusion to play with opponents continuously, Painhurs got great satisfaction in his heart. Especially this opponent, who rubbed himself on the ground a few days ago.

However, Christina caught this moment of negligence. She lied forward and grabbed the warchief's left wrist. The wooden stick in her hand fell like a storm on the opponent's body without pain or itching.

Painhurs barely blocked the opponent’s attack. The strength of every blow of the Rouge Horse was terrifying. The wooden stick in his hand wailed and wailed an indeterminate sound of tearing, breaking, and a terrifying shock. He tore his stick-holding palm!

There were cold sweat on the forehead of the warchief. He wanted to pull out his left hand. However, Rouge Lima's right hand, as indestructible as iron tongs, grabbed his wrist firmly. The wooden stick fell heavily once again, directly hitting his own weapon, and then quickly landed on the warlock's face, chest, and shoulders, instantly igniting ten pitch-black counterattacks.

"Well, you won again."

Looking at Christina who was cheering, Painhurs sighed and chose to surrender.

It's no shame that a warlock can't beat a barbarian in close combat. However, I have to continue to study how to better use illusion. The diaries of those mages recorded many wonderful battle cases. Sometimes, a small circle of spells can even achieve the effect of reversing the situation.

"Great Chief! Great Chief!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice came from afar. Painhurs wiped the charcoal on his body casually, and looked at the person who was in doubt-I saw, a young centaur, holding a **** humanoid in both hands, rushing towards him frantically, hot blood , Spilled over the road he was running.

"Who is in your arms? What happened? How did it hurt like this?"

The warchief walked forward suspiciously, looking at the blood man in the arms of the horse, two pointed long ears, and long hair that was completely wet with blood. Ok? It's an elf.

"Chief-Chief -"

The elf covered in blood was struggling to say something, but he was hurt so badly that every time he uttered a word, he would exhaust all of his energy.

"Ogilvyin Chaosong? Druids! Go and call some druids!"

Painhurs heard the voice of the other party and opened his eyes in amazement.

"What happened? Didn't you go to Panticapone with the beast Leonardo? He has a green dragon and never became a green-skinned chief? The orcs there are terrifying to such an extent?"

"That... That, that dragon was deliberate! He was never controlled! Wow--"

The wizard mage vomited a stream of hot blood, his complexion became paler, and there was only air coming out of his nostrils, no air coming in.

The Pale Warlock tried to call in a few druids to stabilize the other's injuries, but was horrified to find that Chaoge's left chest had been opened with a transparent hole of flesh and blood! The entire heart and half of the lungs disappeared, as if it was directly penetrated by something huge and sharp.

"Don't, don't waste your effort, I use arcane magic to dangle this long dead life. The chief of the horses and horses, the beast Onardo, that fool, has been the puppet of the green dragon from the beginning! Motta Rian deceived all of us!

Now, that green-scaled evil dragon controls a total of fifty thousand brutal, bloodthirsty green-skinned orcs. Although we resisted stubbornly, Panticapone has fallen--"

"what did you say?"

Everyone present had their eyes widened in surprise, and the music of the bard stopped abruptly, listening to the news from the elf in shock.

"Please, the chieftain of the horses, the plagued green dragon destroyed the white tower, the corrosive poisonous mist has flooded the governor of the city, and the shadow of death has enslaved all my compatriots! Please, look at me for help! For the sake of you so many times, go and save—"

Ogilvyin struggled to stretch out an arm that had been eroded by the poison and exposed large pink muscles, and let out a painful cry. The crystal clear tears washed away the blood that had already been scabbed, before he was old. On the calm face, scarlet blood was washed away from his debut.

Suddenly, the necromantic symbols engraved on his chest began to disintegrate and dissipated. The eyes of Chao Song were instantly covered with a death shadow, and the trembling arm extended towards the warchief fell to the ground weakly, the words in his mouth. , Also came to an abrupt end, and finally, under the gaze of the crowd, the soul returned to Larisian.

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"You are rich, Painhurs."

Hennival raised her arm and stabbed the pale centaur with her elbow.

"He is wearing a black silk, woven archmage robe. This kind of rare thing, even in the Magic Academy of the Eastern Empire, does not exceed a hundred pieces."

The sad atmosphere was instantly broken by the drow. When Painhurs looked at the elf's corpse, his sorrowful eyes suddenly became a bit greedy and embarrassed.

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According to the customs of the colonists, the men and horses held a grand sea burial for this powerful wizard mage. In the center of a small boat full of flowers and grains, there are the remains of the mage. A few ingenious girls and horses specially sew a banner symbolizing Panticapone, covering his miserable remains.

The boat drifted slowly toward the depths of the Black Sea. Painhurs personally drew out his composite longbow, and twisted a slender feather arrow from the quiver with his left hand. Arcane energy winded along the brown arrow shaft, finally on the sharp arrow cluster. A fiery flame burned.

The warchief skillfully drew a full moon, and after aiming a little, loosened the tight bowstring. Let the arrows of flames draw a burning arc in the air, centering on the wooden boats on the surface of the pitch black sea.

"May your soul rest in peace, friend."

Looking at the boat burning on the sea, Painhurs tidied up the silk robe on his body, and offered his most pious blessing to Ogilvyin Chaoge.

"Go find a few druids! Immediately! Let them serve as envoys of Blood Fury, go to Cesonsus and tell the blue wolf king, I agree to his request! He can bring his own wolf cub army , Across our pasture, embark on a bloodthirsty expedition against those **** green skins."

"Your will!"

A **** brutal soldier replied respectfully.

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