Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After thinking about it, Painhurs decided to tell the horrible conspiracy of Mortarian, the mighty green-skin torrent, and the fall of Panticapone all to the Cangqing Wolf King and let him do it for himself. Be fully prepared for the expedition.

At this juncture, pitting the werewolves will not do any good, but will make the already tense relationship between the two continue to deteriorate. Compared with the green scale evil dragon who wanted to treat everyone as a puppet and enslaved him, the blue giant wolf was a little cute-at least he had signed a truce contract with the descendants of God's Choice. It belongs to the type that can communicate.

Speaking of it, Toria was still locked in the cell by herself, and she didn’t know how to deal with it—wait, the green dragon is now in Panticapeng, and only the wood elves and poems remain in the sea of ​​flowers. Those **** inner ghosts of the dead.

Chief Centaur immediately calculated a new plan. First of all, transfer back to the Wind Howl clan stationed in the north. The Thunder Storm of those Storm Warlocks will be their best cards against the Green Dragon.

Next, Painhurs ordered the Withered Bone Clan of Abhuos, Sigrit's Black Tusk, to draw out one third of the most elite soldiers to cooperate with the Stormpike Clan garrisoned in the north. Directly attack Youlin Huahai, and raid Mortarian's empty dragon's nest.

Three chiefs, hundreds of druids. Withered bones are good at forest warfare, and black fangs slaughter the same clan like cutting melons and vegetables. These two clans work together, and even if Peanna’s poetic dead, with a geographical advantage and a servant of the wood elves, it will not turn the sky over.

For those half-green dragons and centaur mixed-blood heirs, if you can catch it, if you can't catch it, at least you have to bring back all the heads of these inner ghosts to make yourself feel more at ease. If it goes well, you can make a small fortune inside Mortarian's lair.

"Are we going to occupy Dragonmaw Fort?"

Christina was eager to try. She excitedly drew out the sharp and unusually two-handed giant sword. With white hands, she gently rubbed the gray sword hilt with the wire, longing for more blood and killing, and longing for more heads and sacrifices. Sacrifice.

Her twin sister: Although Christian didn't speak, the pair of eyes were as bright as rubies, and their beautiful blood-colored eyes sparkled with a creepy and exuberant desire to kill.

Since these two sisters awakened the **** fury of the previous chief at the same time, they have become a bit addicted to fighting?

"Perhaps everyone is like this, Curonia, and there are others who are not much better."

Painhurs looked at the twin sisters who were bleeding in confusion, ignored their changes, and began to check the sheepskin map in his hand.

Just as Vichymiris fortress blocked the land connection between Gretinian and the Asian-European grasslands, Dragonmaw Fort, also lying at the throat of Gretinian and Kerch Peninsula, is the only one that can pass between the two places. connection.

"Yes, if the fortress must be taken down, otherwise, our pastures, cattle and sheep, will be completely submerged by the green ocean at any time. We must not let the war spread to our hard-working homes these days."

As Painhurs spoke, he took out a piece of tanned leather. Inject the majestic arcane energy into it, and let the sheepskin that exudes a faint blue light float in the air, dance, and then rise, unfolding into an invisible protective force field, covering itself.

"Tsk, it's really not as good as the heavens. The Jinlu descendants reluctantly obeyed my orders. Once they step into the battlefield, it is difficult to say whether they are reliable... it is necessary to conduct a test."

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Tolia is like a silver sculpture, lying motionless on the ground.

She was forced to kneel on the ground with four hoofs, her belly pressed against the cold floor, eight sturdy chains tightly bound her pale horse body, two arms tied behind her back, and anti-magical fine gold shackles.

Although there is a female centaur every day, feeding her plenty of food and fresh water, she will also use the brush invented by the chief to clean her body. However, the descendants of God, who were spoiled from childhood, could not bear this humiliating imprisonment at all, and their stature became thinner and haggard.

Toria, who was chained all the time and couldn't move a single cent, yawned boringly. She stared at the monotonous stone wall around her, feeling a burst of fatigue, so she slowly closed her eyes.

In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood. The golden flag covers the sky and the sun, and the dense sound of hoofs shakes the mountains and the ground. Under the leadership of his mother, the Jinlu clan launched a sudden attack on another Clan Ma. With an overwhelming advantage, Jinlu quickly won the final victory.

The flag embroidered with clan totems was thrown into the bonfire, turning into a plume of dark smoke, floating into the clouds. The heads of the nobles were chopped off by a sharp axe, tracing a blood-colored arc, and falling into the dust.

In the presence of all the captives, the mother mercilessly killed all the captured nobles and generals, changed her cruel and ruthless behavior, and calmly pacified the remaining herdsmen, promised them better pastures, and more. More cattle and sheep, a more glorious future, under the combined use of enlightenment and power, quickly annexed this small clan, making the strength of Jinlu even stronger.

"See, Toria. The world is so cruel."

Tolia opened her eyes wide, trying to see her mother's appearance, but her dream seemed to be shrouded in mist, and she could only see a hazy face.

Chief Jinlu grabbed three freshly roasted lamb legs and stuffed them in the hands of himself and his two half-sisters. Seeing the children gorging themselves, the mother of the three continued to teach.

"The weak cattle and sheep will be enslaved and slaughtered by the shepherd. The weak clan will also be defeated and annexed by the powerful chief. My children, do you want to be a shepherd, or cattle and sheep?"

"Of course it is the shepherd!"

Three horses of different sizes raised their greasy faces, speaking innocently. Seeing their answers, Chief Jinlu's face hidden under the mist gave a faintly satisfied smile.

"Then, prove it to me. All three of you have the blood of God's choice. However, in order to prevent our noble blood from being diluted, the weak are not allowed or worthy of reproduction. Weaken our blood! And Jinlu There is only one position of chieftain..."

Tolia stopped chewing in horror, and her sisters also looked at each other in horror. It seems that the blood relatives before have become hideous, sharp-edged **** demons.

The picture scroll in the dream suddenly turned, and my young self instantly grew into an incomparably beautiful adult horse, with sterling silver hair shining like a mirror. Countless strong and sturdy muscles are connected together, turning into a handsome and graceful body curve, and the proud face reflected in the **** mirror is even more beautiful and thrilling.

Toria lowered her head and looked down. Under her four slender and graceful hooves, there was a lake of blood, a tortoise and a small snake, wandering freely in the bright red pool of blood. Her hands were completely covered with blood. full······

The chosen descendant frowned. She looked at her blood-stained hands, and then looked around suspiciously: she was standing at the door of the Jinlu camp, two sturdy mares fell in a pool of warm blood.

The two of them were fully armed and armed with swords in their hands, but their necks were cut by some kind of sharp weapon. The blood of the centaurs, like a rushing river, spewed out from the cracks in their necks and continued to flow into the scarlet lake.

And the two faces that were somewhat similar to Tolia, at this moment, were hung around the waist of the descendants of God's choice, their expressions shocked and desperate.

"Toriya! It was Tolia who won the final victory! Only she is qualified to inherit the blood of the God's Choice! Waiting for the chief's soul to return to Skerrit, she is our new king!"

The former Marshal of the Forbidden Army of the Jinlu clan, Achaya, who died in the hands of the Holy Fire, was the first to bow to herself. Her loyal face caused Toria's heart to tremble—today, this is the fourth, the loved one who died in front of her, once again reappeared in a phantom dream.

Countless soldiers wearing golden shoes, accompanied by Achaya's actions, have offered supreme loyalty to themselves. They screamed the name of Toria and celebrated the birth of a new generation of [Descendants of God].

The descendant of God’s Choice opened her mouth. She knew what she would say at the time. She knew what mistakes she had committed back then, but she also knew that history cannot be changed, even if she is in a dream at this moment. in.

"Achaya, gather all your best fighters! After this is done, I promise you the position of Marshal of the Forbidden Army! Charge! Target, my mother's camp! A few years ago, she personally told me that Jinlu's There can only be one chief."