Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The terrifying arrow rain obscures the sky and the sun, and the dense hoof prints shake the mountains and the ground.

Under the leadership of the warchief, the Centaur completely abandoned the previous fighting style that used its size and strength advantages to charge waves. Instead, like some treacherous orc chiefs, they played Parthian tactics. They surrounded those who lost their mobility. The army of orcs kept bending their bows and shooting arrows.

The bowstrings tremble and fall, the arrows burst into the sky, and the orcs' miserable howls are entangled and mixed into an excellent ode to death.

After the initial chaos, Green Skin finally managed to form a defensive array amidst the roar of a big guy who shook the sky. They raised their shields high to defend against the arrows in the sky, but they were violently sinking. Each time the iron arrow clusters fired by the compound longbow hits the shield, these orcs' arms will feel sore.

"It's about four hundred feet away. It's too far."

Painhurs frowned, the huge dark green meat mountain, holding a broken carriage high, as his shield, hiding in the center of the orcs, giving orders. If you want to destroy the enemy's command system, you must give priority to the opponent's leader.

The terrifying nightmare scene was once again exposed in front of the green skin, and the white horse galloping towards him instantly turned into a giant swallowing beast that would only exist in the nightmare, accompanied by irregular and rhythmic shocks. The drums of the sky, torturing every green-skinned ear and eyeball, countless flesh and blood tentacles dancing in the wind, countless fangs and claws, greedily swallowing everything around!

The horrible vision of death once again defeated the orcs' psychological defenses. They screamed, roared wildly, and fled in all directions with fear, and the shield wall that was barely constructed immediately became a mess.

Three hundred feet!

The **** warchief let out a terrifying roar, the hideous ghost new star, accompanied by the cold low temperature, and the piercing scream once again, exploded centered on the warlock!

The pale ghosts that constantly uttered terrifying screams, like overwhelming horrible waves, instantly swallowed and drowned the army of the orcs. The illusory ghosts passed through the arms, chests, and even the heads of the green skins, and they did not exist at all. The illusory claws tearing at the flesh and blood of the orcs, the last few remaining sane soldiers also broke down and yelled and scattered.

Two hundred feet!

The pale warlock wrapped in a halo of horror, in the orc army, like entering no man’s land, under the double fear, there are almost no orcs, who can maintain a sober sanity next to the warchief, and the Jinlu descendants watched fearfully. That pale voice, the stormy waves engulfing the ghost bones, tore the green leather defense line.

One hundred and fifty feet!

The archery target accessory tied to Painhurs' wrist suddenly emitted a faint blue light. The world in front of the warlock was also split into two versions-the right eye saw a normal war picture, and the left eye saw the future six seconds later, insight into the future every move of the big orc.

At this time, the distance between the leaders of both sides was less than a hundred feet.

The warchief loosened the bowstring that had been drawn into the full moon, and let an arrow that was simultaneously burning with blue magic fire and blazing flames traversed a purple burning trail in the air, like a meteor, piercing through the big brother’s Forehead!

"Roar!!!"

The dark green Roshan that moved, painted with a miserable and terrifying roar, and the arcane blue magic fire shattered his skull, causing the metal arrow cluster to sink deep into the orc's mind. The hot flames burned every nerve of the other party!

However, the tenaciousness of the big man exceeded the great chief's expectation. He was suffering from the burning pain of his skull, grasping the carriage in his hands at the same time with both hands, using it as a shield and a battering ram, and rushed to a hundred feet away. Centaur! Just like a bulldozer, flying all the way, crushing countless green-skinned boys!

Faced with the orc leader who lost his reason in the pain, Painhurs also let out a creepy growl, not slowing down the speed of his charge. Meet the enemy head-on!

"call--"

At the moment the two came into contact, the warchief turned into an ethereal breeze, passed through the huge carriage, and the huge body of the orc, turned into an entity behind him, with a halberd in his hand, accompanied by a creepy death. The scream, turned into a ghostly ghost, went straight through the heavy armor of the big guy, and pierced his heart.

A few seconds later, the pain and wailing of the green giant came to an abrupt end. The three-meter-high body, like a mountain of flesh and blood, crashed to the ground, raising a piece of blood-colored dust.

Seeing the completion of the sniper killing, the Nine Devil Golden Crown immediately became a masterpiece. Painhurs tore open an arcane door, dissipated the halo of horror, and jumped into the door—the next second, he returned to the side of the horse. .

The green skins were dumbfounded in surprise, their chins almost falling to the ground. The leader of them hiding in the middle of the army, just like that, was slaughtered?

After losing the supreme leader, dozens of orcs immediately began to issue almost completely opposite orders. A few of them even fought for the vacant leadership positions!

As for the boys at the lower level, the soldiers were even more at a loss. They didn’t know whose order they should listen to. Some impatient greenskins even took the initiative to attack. They jumped out of the safe shield wall, beating the shield with their weapons, and attacking the soldiers. A death charge was launched.

In the end, they all fell halfway along with the dense feather arrows covering the sky and the sun.

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Painhurs touched the quiver behind him again, but grabbed an empty one—two quiveres, 20 feather arrows, all exhausted. The arrow rain beside him has also become thinner and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it returns to silence.

In just five minutes, at an average speed of 2 seconds and one arrow, the centaurs and horses dumped nearly 100,000 sharp feathers at thousands of orcs. This horrible catharsis of firepower is enough to cause any army to collapse, nearly half of it. The orc was shot as a hedgehog and collapsed in a pool of blood.

The remaining defeated generals were also scarred, and the shield-bound arm was so painful to the extreme that they were almost unable to move under the shock caused by the continuous tapping of the arrows.

At this time, the high-pitched and stern horn sounded again in the army of soldiers and horses that had run out of arrows. The barbarians put away the compound longbows in their hands, and raised a sharp halberd, accompanied by the shock. The sky's battle roar and hoof sound, from all directions, launched a death charge toward Green Skin!

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"The will of most fighters is not very firm. After facing the fear, almost all of them are scattered in fright."

After a round of charge, the orcs were completely disintegrated, weighing a ton, running, and running at almost five times the speed of infantry. In the collapse of the army, it was like entering an uninhabited state, and the pigs rushed forward, let alone. With weapons, they will be knocked into the air with the stern blood line when they touch their galloping bodies a little bit.

The blood rage slaughtered wantonly, depriving Greenskin of life. Cut off their ears as a proof of his merits, while the warchief stood aside with satisfaction, thinking about his own tactical ideas.

Last time in the Weeping Rain battle, the bow and arrow he was best at was completely unusable in the rainstorm, and the will of the golden guard was as strong as steel. The two sides were both men and horses, and their special advantages were completely unusable. Once let myself play a little doubtful life. However, this battle with Greenskin made him regain his confidence.

The compound longbow, blessed by horror power and double spells, is enough to shoot through rough-worked barbarian chain armor. The group fear of the undead can also be torn apart, breaking through the flesh and blood line of defense formed by soldiers. It perfectly matches the war characteristics of horses and horses shooting and charging.

If the enemy general is extremely agile, the enemy fighter can first predict the opponent's actions. If he wears heavy armor, invulnerable to swords and spears, and ghost strikes, his armor can also be turned into a piece of waste paper.

After the white horse chose a few spells based on the books and scrolls of the elves, and blended them into his own blood, Painhurs' fighting style was considered to have taken shape.