Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Mortarian squinted his eyes. The golden vertical pupils, through the dark green poisonous fog, saw the pale half-man and half-horse body, dissipated into a little bit of starlight in the poison of bones and flesh.

Phantom!

The green scale evil dragon is like a cat that has received a fright. Its slender spine is arched high, and its sharp four claws cling to the ground under its feet, watching the surroundings vigilantly, and the terrifying dragon tail is waiting. Hair, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time. A fluffy dark green poisonous cloud also oozes through his teeth, like a pair of poisonous armor, wrapped around Motarian, every inch of emerald green dragon scales.

Hell, that white horse's hoof can make Titan Skug's extremely huge head torn apart like a few dry and cracked earth, and then from the dense blood and flesh fissures, turbulent blood-colored waterfalls burst out. Masses of terrifying black fog of death! His sturdy dragon scales could not prevent the simple and rude contact attacks of this necromantic school.

Accompanied by the twisted light, the warchief suddenly appeared on the back paws of the green dragon, on the golden crown of the Nine Devil, a masterpiece of emerald jade, helping the pale warlock to disintegrate and melt the deadly neurotoxin next to him!

"Roar!!"

Painhurs raised his pale front hoofs high, ready to kick the opponent's hind paws, but the green scale evil dragon was faster! Mortalian squirmed his slender, elegant neck, turned his head, and screamed at the white horse! That terrifying sound, wrapped in surging arcane power, tore through the grass under your feet, and set off pieces of soft ground, like a terrifying stormy sea, and scraped Painhurs' pale body.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the sideburns of the warchief. Hundreds of vines with the thickness of wrists, like a dancing python and emerald tentacles, instantly tore the ground under his feet and rushed up high. The high sky, then wrapped around his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons!

With the passage of time, more and more thorns and vines roared, twisted, and flew toward themselves, submerging the pale sorcerer in a green hell!

Monster hold surgery.

Looking at the pale white horse, unable to move because of the terrible hallucinations implanted in the depths of the brain by his own spell-like ability, Mortalian let out a long sigh of relief, and the terrifying face of the dragon burst out a victory. Smile.

Wait—Painhurs’ slender front hooves are not entangled with the dark dead fog that symbolizes midnight strokes... Then why did he raise his front legs and put on an offensive posture? !

The smile of the lord of Youlin Huahai suddenly solidified in the air, as if thinking of some terrible truth. At this moment, a loud noise erupted in the air, and a little devil trembling all over his body suddenly showed his scarlet body on top of his huge body.

And he, on the slender and terrifying sting like a scorpion, was entangling a cloud of dark smoke full of death energy.

"Painhurs! Such a dangerous thing, I only help you once! Don't look for me next time! Ah ah ah!!!"

Magnus' voice was unusually sharp and out of tune because of fear and tremor. If it hadn't witnessed the terrifying damage of the night's caress, the scarlet little devil would never show up to help.

Motarian's eyes widened in horror. Last time, the scarlet Magnus ran back to Skerrit's Glory to report the letter. He had no corresponding information from the opponent at all. The Familiar was caught off guard! I could only watch the scarlet thorns entwined with the black mist, piercing deeply into my spine!

"boom!!"

[Dual cast, powerful super magic, super magic super magic, night's caress]

With a terrifying loud noise, the backbone of the green scale evil dragon, centered on Magnus's claws, was densely packed, covered with hundreds of horrible fissures, and countless broken green scales fell from the mountains. A strong muscle was torn apart by midnight's touch, and from the blood-colored crevice, a cloud of black mist rose up into the sky.

Motarian let out a painful roar, almost one-fifth of his body was torn and destroyed by the necromantic magic blessed by the four gods. The dripping dragon blood, like a scarlet waterfall, fell from the sky, just pouring on the body of the warchief.

"Roar!!"

At this moment, Christina, who was burning with a **** mist, also returned to the battlefield, and Horus, slammed against Mortarian’s dragon head, the two-handed giant sword entwined with the **** magic fire, and resounded With Wanjun Thunder's Grey Wolf Warhammer, one up and down, one forward and one later, it hit the opponent's neck with heavy blows!

In an instant, thousands of green scale fragments that were blasted into powder by the warhammer, accompanied by a stern, terrifying blood spray, bloomed on the battlefield!

Mortarian began to panic. He had a psychological shadow on the casters since he was a child. Above the Danube, he brought a group of Germanic war gangs and was almost killed by the spellcasters of the Roman Empire. The black history appeared again in the green scale evil. In front of the dragon's eyes-he always held deep hatred, prejudice and fear towards these guys who played with spells.

Motarian let out a panicked roar, thousands of crimson pastures thirsty for blood, like endless blood-colored giant pythons, poking out their heads from the weight of corpses, entangled and swallowed everyone around. Human flesh and blood! From a distance, it looked like a blood-colored lake being boiled!

The **** green scale evil dragon, enduring the severe pain in the neck and back, yelled, and ordered the dancing sea of ​​grass to spread out to the sides, set aside a flying runway for itself, and tried to pull away from the enemies. distance. Horus let out a roar, and he broke free in an instant, tearing hundreds of blood-colored pastures, but there were thousands of blood-colored giant pythons densely wrapped around his arms!

Everyone was trapped in this dense, frantically dancing sea of ​​scarlet grass, struggling to move forward.

"Except for the Roman mage, this is the first time I have received such a serious trauma! First, distance yourself, and after recovering from the injury, I will settle accounts with that man and horse!"

Mortarian chose the best way to deal with it right now. He endured the severe pain on his body. With four slender and graceful dragon claws, he took the terrifying steps of the shaking and swaying mountains and straddling the entire battlefield. With every breath, he The huge wound on the back will spew more warm blood! Behind the dragon, a long **** trail was left.

The green scale evil dragon let out a painful roar, a pair of huge fleshy wings, in the process of flapping fans, rolled up a raging storm, ready to fly into the high sky, to the blue that can't be touched by the horses and werewolves. Dome.

One of the most loyal believers of Nurg, Mortalian has a recovery ability comparable to a troll. The cracked wound that occupies one-fifth of his body is slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. On the neck, the blood-colored cracks marked by Christina, the dragon scales and cervical vertebrae that were smashed by Horus, are slowly healing as before.

At this moment, a beautiful, pitch-black figure joined the battlefield. Hernivale, like a ghost, quietly avoided the green dragon’s eyeliner, and her dark and slender arms supported her with the surging magical energy in her body. The drow elves exploded in all directions, immediately triggering a torrent of arcane arts, like a ruin, letting the dancing scarlet python limp to the ground, and the immobile chieftain regained his consciousness. .

"Hurry up! Painhurs!"

After finally getting rid of Magnus who was entangled in hell, he yelled nervously.

"Damn, damn, damn! That guy, that green dragon can regenerate! If you let him run away, our hard work and our adventures will be wasted! Hurry up and find a way to stop that guy!"

Pain Hess grabbed the drow and held his teacher on his shoulders. While the green dragon ran away, he quickly thought about the strategy—Ghoul Touch, useless, blood blade technique, out of reach, intertwined blade ······Damn, isn't there a spell that can stop the opponent from flying!

"I said, this is the time, how can you sit on my horseback?"

Herniwell said frantically. He understands Painhurs’s move of taking her to run quickly and quickly shortening the cast range, but she can’t understand. Her student would rather carry herself with one hand than put her on the generous and handsome man. On horseback.

"I said, my horse is already carrying the goddess of luck, so I can't tolerate other women!"

Painhurs' eyes suddenly lit up, and the golden crown of the nine demons danced wildly, suddenly bursting out with a faint pink light!

"Roar!!"

A sound of the dragon roar resounded through the sky, resounding through the sky again, but this dragon roar was different from Mortalian's arrogant and arrogant laugh, but a red dragon, the overbearing bloodthirsty mad dragon roar.

Theodoric lifted the petrification of his body, dragged his scarred crimson dragon body, and appeared under Mortarian's claws at almost instantaneous speed. He raised his dragon head and opened it. To the limit, the mouth of the blood basin, like the hot molten volcanic crater, is boiling frantically!

It’s to eat the opponent’s flames and spit, fly to high altitude to slowly recover from the injury, or while the opponent hasn’t finished breathing, use his super-sized body that is at least two or three laps larger than this young red dragon, and directly crush the top of Taishan Mountain and crush him. Bones?

Mortarian was thinking about the current situation frantically. If he carried the red dragon's breath, even if he flew into the sky-if the other party carried those **** things into the sky, he would still be unsafe! The scary injury behind it will take at least ten minutes to completely heal!

If you don't kill this werewolf mage now, you may not have a chance in the future!

The lord of Youlin Huahai let out a bloodthirsty roar, treacherous and cunning golden vertical pupils, covered with a crazy blood mist, his green wings that obscured the sky, stopped flapping, and the whole dragon looked like a green The meteor screamed and smashed on Theodoric's body! The violent impact raised the dust in the sky!

"boom!!"

"Damn it! It's that white horse's illusion again—when will he be like me to play such a realistic mirage!!"

Looking at the red dragon phantom that was crushed and crushed by one's own blow, Motarian was about to crack! The dragon is not a hummingbird, it can rise and fall vertically. Like an airplane, it needs a long runway to achieve sufficient acceleration for takeoff!

However, behind him, the **** white horse carried the **** dragonborn and killed himself. Horus transformed into a giant wolf form, allowing him to run at a speed comparable to that of a man and horse, and both of them went down and burned. With the **** mare, it is getting closer and closer to herself!

Above the sky, the Lord of Gray Mane played with two sharp machetes and aimed at the terrible scar that was torn out by the caress of midnight on Motarian's back.