Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Squeak--"

A loud noise awakened Toria from her dream. She subconsciously wanted to draw her sword and guard, but the flesh and blood body was firmly locked by the steel chain.

The chosen descendant gave a mocking smile. He also annexed many small-scale tribes, killed their rulers, separated and managed a large number of herders, and slowly assimilated them. Under good luck, his own tribe suffered the same fate.

"Tread—Tread—"

With the crisp sound of horse hooves from far to near, Tolia raised her face calmly, a pale steed, like a winter storm, came to her. He wears a golden witchcraft crown, a black silk robe, and his waist spans the sword of natural disasters he once wore. On the pale face, an unpredictable smile appeared.

"Are you here to kill me? Come on now, the weak and the strong, now I am just a lamb under your hand to be slaughtered."

Descendants of God's Choice spoke lightly, as if they had already looked down upon death.

"No."

The warchief bent his four hooves, and also sat on the cold ground, facing each other's eyes.

"Toriya, you are a powerful druid and our compatriot. Now, the common enemy of all men and horses has once again sounded the clarion call to charge. Are you willing to help our race to win this war?"

After hearing Painhurs’ request, the descendants of God’s Choice seemed to have heard something funny, and laughed up to the sky, tears of laughter were streaming down, she looked at the increasingly impatient Chief Centaur, and said with contempt. To.

"Listen! Kid! You can kill my life, but you can't break my will. Toria is only a master, not a minister!"

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"Well, the same question, I won't ask you a second time."

After a short silence, the warchief slowly stood up from the floor, and the noise of wooden planks rubbing the ground sounded again. This time, thirty-six tall men and horses walked in, most of them dressed in pale golden cat-man fur. The ears, neck, fingers, nose and lips are all wearing gold ornaments.

Walking in the forefront are the three most powerful horses under Tolia's command. Coles, Flor, Charleston. The rest of the golden-footed men and horses, under the new **** and angry system, held important positions as the head of a hundred households, leading the surrendered golden-footed soldiers.

The quality of the Jinlu clan is nothing to say. The Bloodfury clan has a total of 10,000 household heads, five thousand household heads, and fifty hundred household heads. Excluding tens of thousands of households like Pain Hess, In addition to a hundred households, there are a total of fifty officers.

And among these fifty centaur, thirty-six centaurs were born into the Jinlu clan, and some of the forbidden forces even directly eliminated the old hundreds of blood-angered families, which caused a certain impact on the class rule they built— -This is also the result of a large number of bans who do not want to leave the old captain's command and participate lazily in the selection.

Toria looked at her former subordinates, Coles and others in surprise, and looked at the supreme queen in shock, not knowing what happened. These soldiers had taken their children as hostages when they served as heads of thousands of households and hundreds of households, and sent them to Painhurs' account as a sign of their loyalty.

It now appears that the warchief is still worried about his loyalty, so a new test is going to come?

Painhurs clapped his hands calmly and ordered the new officers to stand on both sides of Toria. He personally picked up a long string of Gothic sailors, the flexible hemp rope used to tie the sails, wrapped it around the swan-like slender and white neck of the descendant of God's choice. Both ends of the rope were handed to the golden-footed officers on both sides.

"Warchief...What are you???"

Coles felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. He looked at the hemp rope in his hand and looked at the Supreme King's neck. The calmness of the past disappeared completely, and his six limbs shivered like chaff.

"Pull the rope, what you said before is better than singing, what a system of gratitude for blood and anger, thank me for my extremely low taxes, and the benefits of war. I am grateful to me for breaking the old aristocratic class and allowing all of you to be able to With his own strength, he climbed to a high position that was impossible to reach before.

Yes, I still remember that it was you, who said at that time, willing to seduce me and put my heart on the ground. "

Looking at the thirty-six hundred households who were shocked, angry, or ashamed, the white white Ma said lightly.

"Since you swear allegiance to me. Then, I will give you elites, the first task: hang this mare. Execute it immediately."

The golden-footed centaurs who climbed up from the bottom had never seen Tolia a few times, but were grateful to Pain Hess instead. They immediately carried out the command of the warchief and tightened the rough twine.

Some former nobles also reacted after a brief stupor: the lives of their family members are now all held in the hands of the Bloodfury Clan, and they are completely fish on the chopping board! They hurriedly tried their best to pull the noose, for fear of the pale warlock, that their short hesitation was a manifestation of disloyalty, and then harmed the whole family.

And the three generals, including Coles, broke out in cold sweats. They kept thinking about the current situation. Indeed, their children were in the hands of the **** brutal soldiers, but inside this prison, only Peinhe Si alone! What's left is some golden shoes! If you can catch the Great Chief Centaur, you might be able to persuade them to return to your own camp, to untie the shackles of the Supreme King, to come to a rebellion, and the victory or defeat is considered to be known...

"Go to hell! White horse! Long live the Supreme King!!!"

Before Coles could figure it out, Flor, who had almost cried out, roared first. She shouted the name of the descendant of God’s choice, drew out the saber on her waist, the sharp blade, and drew it in the air. A stern arc!

"Sizzle!!!"

Flor's long sword tore the warchief's chest, but there was no real feeling of hitting an object from his wrist. After the phantom was disturbed, it was accompanied by a burst of light distortion and dissipated into countless clusters of colorful stars.

"Stop! Stop! The High King will be strangled to death by you traitors!"

Charleston looked around and found no trace of the white horse. He also drew out two battle axes and rushed towards the officers who tried to strangle Tolia.

At this moment, the only one standing in place was Coles.

"Go away! Charleston! You are no longer Lao Tzu's general!"

"If you two want to die, just run away and die! Don't hold us! Fuldor! I'm doing well now, and I don't want to continue slaughtering my compatriots!"

Under the temptation of the warchief's money, glory, and status, the death ambitions of the golden-footed soldiers have long since disappeared with the passage of time.

Today, they are no longer solitary captives and prisoners without any long objects. It is a herder who has hundreds of cattle and sheep, fertile pastures, warm tents, and even with the help of others, with spouses and even children.

The vast majority of people don't want to give up this hard-won stable life, and follow the old generals to another **** civil war of brotherhood.

The two felt a chill at the golden-footed centaurs who were still strangling the ropes and staying unmoved. At this moment, the voice of the warchief was also like an invisible ghost, entwined between them.

"Very well, are you two trying to rebel? Coles? Why are you standing still? I'll give you a little more time to choose: Is it to rescue the old High King, or to be loyal to the new Warchief? Your wife , The eldest daughter you gave me to take care of, and your newborn foal, they are all waiting for your choice."

"me--"

Coles Khan is raining, four strong horseshoes, trembling constantly, desperate eyes, look at the more painful and distorted descendants of God’s choice because of suffocation, look at the old part of the golden shoe that has been fighting, one Time, I don’t even know what to do!

"Coles! You bastard, come and help! They put anti-magical shackles on the High King! You have the best strength, quickly remove that stuff! After the High King can use the magic arts, who can trap her? Who else? Need to be afraid of that pale warlock?!

In your mind, is your family important, or the Supreme King? ! "

After hearing Flor's words, Kors' body slowly stopped trembling. He calmly walked in front of the Supreme King, his burly right hand, holding a gorgeous forged war hammer of pure gold, and passing through the air. A brilliant golden arc.

"boom!!!"

With a terrifying roar, Coles pulled out his blood-stained warhammer—the golden head of the hammer—from a pool of minced meat, and plunged deep into Charleston’s head. The warm blood, accompanied by the sticky brain, There were also hundreds of fragments of skulls sprayed in all directions, dyeing the six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of thousands of households in red.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, old friend! You are right..."

Coles closed his eyes in pain. The corners of the wrinkled eyes sparkled with crystal clear tears.

"Although I love the Supreme King, but, deep in my heart, it really is still my lover, my child, is more important! The chief is gone, naturally someone will replace it, and continue to lead the people forward with weight. But if I His wife, children are all dead, what should I do?!

You two singles don't understand at all! How heavy is the burden on my shoulders! "

"Coles!!!"

Flor let out a harsh scream, her eyes widened in disbelief, she looked at the corpse of her companion, and slowly fell to the ground.

Suddenly, with a twist of light, Painhurs' pale body was exposed in front of her. The warchief suddenly roared a creepy, ear-piercing scream mixed with arcane power. Under the influence of this death scream, the natural disaster war blade in his hand suddenly turned into an invisible ghost, but it was still entwined. Dense pale currents.

"Pouch."

The vanity blade that turned into a ghost, like an invisible ghost, passed directly through the shield and heavy armor raised by Flor, and plunged deep into her heart. Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, the thunderbolt pythons roared, jumped, roared, rushing freely in her flesh and blood.

"Very well, you have proved your loyalty. Go and pull the rope."

Painhurs pulled out the sword of the natural disaster from the corpse that was almost roasted by the electric current, and turned his head towards Coles, who was covered in blood. And the face of the latter has almost lost all feelings. He numbly put away the warhammer, numbly grasped the rope, and numbly pulled back-and then numbly looked at the Supreme Queen, slowly dying in suffocation.

"I gave you a chance, Toria."

Looking at the hanged descendant of God's Choice, Pain Hess sighed, he opened the magic shackles, and the eight-pointed black star on the back of his hand flashed with terrifying light instantly.

The warchief blasphemed the land under his feet, and then stuffed a valuable black pearl into Toria’s mouth, chanting a creepy evil spell, causing a cloud of dark blue dead flames, Burning in the mare's mouth! The flames of the undead instantly melted her brain and eyeballs. Looking out from the empty eye sockets, there were two eerie death flames.

"Congratulations! You passed my test! From today, I believe in your loyalty! I am also willing to entrust my back to everyone present on the battlefield! We will work together to create a new future! Everyone went to the logistics area, no one appreciated ten cows and sheep, and hundreds of animal skins."

Painhurs controlled Toria, who was intact except for her brain, and slowly came to his side, posing a humble appearance of allegiance.

"But, if any of you dare to betray your warchief against these two people? Believe me, death is not your only end! I will let the traitors see the most terrible hell!

Okay, let's go, all go back. Tell all of your subordinates what happened here. Let them know that those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish. "