Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Accompanied by a horrible muffled sound, solid horseshoes fell from the sky, hitting heavily on the emerald dragon scales, the black mist entwining the pale limbs, and the screaming of thousands of ghosts. The top of the head burst open!

The dark and illusory poisonous snakes, centered on Painhurs, follow the scales of the green dragon, spreading wildly in all directions! Wherever he went, the sound of broken dragon scales, the tearing of flesh and blood, and the screaming screams in the black mist, mixed together to form a gloomy and miserable death chorus.

"Papa."

A green scale torn by the black mist fell in front of Horus. Then, the second piece! The third piece! Countless broken and broken dragon scale debris, like an emerald rainstorm, fell from the sky! Immediately afterwards, the flesh and blood of the lord of the sea of ​​flowers of the forest, like a dry earth exposed to the scorching sun, cracked a series of terrible scars, releasing a series of black fog that soared to the sky!

Accompanied by the broken scales and flesh, countless warm dragon blood also poured out this terrible wound, instantly submerging Painhurs' knees, falling from the sky like a waterfall of blood.

"Roar!!!"

Mortalian twisted his neck in pain, and the terrible wound almost exposed his entire head! The Lord of Youlin Huahai just wanted to counterattack, but the Chief Chief emptied his five fingers and grabbed it lightly—the surging blood-colored waterfall, the green-scaled evil dragon howling in pain, and even the entire noisy battlefield fell into terrible The state of stagnation, everything in the vicinity, turned into eternal silence.

And in the deadly world, only the warchief can act-he has pulled himself into the present for the next three seconds.

There was no time to delay, Painhurs chanted the screaming spell of the Necromancy school again, and when time returned to normal, he stepped the second night caress on the damaged skull of the opponent. !

"boom!!!"

The warchief, who was "borrowed" for three seconds by his past self, immediately lost his eyes and fell into a dizzy state. Accompanied by Motarian's unconscious dragon head, his neck fell heavily into the blood lake. The sky was full of bright red waves.

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"It's the guy I chose! Although magic is used, this hearty close combat, this **** and beautiful picture-I, recognize your power."

In a distant and terrifying chaos, eighty-eight rivers of blood, with countless mutated skulls, fell from the sky, and gathered on the ground into a hideous and terrifying crimson lake. In the middle of the lake, a terrifying figure, sitting on a throne made of brass, gazes at the battle between the horses and the green dragon through a small piece of tranquil lake.

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"Sure, succeeded?"

When the dragon died, under the shadow of his wings, the shivering centaurs, werewolves, and even the greenskin all returned to normal. Adding up to more than 30,000 allied forces, the orc army regiment of less than 30,000 was surrounded. The beast Leonardo, who was hidden by Mortarian, also knelt on the ground in pain, beating his head with his hands, trying to relieve the trauma of tearing the spirit and soul with his physical pain.

Painhurs, who was regaining his consciousness, slowly erected his scarlet body from the lake of dragon blood, breathing in the fresh air, the dragon blood on the ground, like boiling acid, let himself down and down. Feel the piercing pain! After killing Mortarian, the arcane blood rushing through his body became more surging and smashed more shackles that sealed powerful spells!

The dark pupils, like an abyss, burst out with bursts of azure blue light, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, they changed to a faint golden color. The round vertical pupils were gradually pulled into narrow vertical pupils, just like , The ghost of the dead master of the sea of ​​flowers.

"Finally, have you killed this dragon?"

Painhurs let out a long sigh of relief, but at this moment, the sudden change occurred!

The azure blue sky, accompanied by a terrifying loud noise, was torn into a huge crack by an unknown force! Hundreds of bloated, swollen dark green tentacles, accompanied by suffocating poisonous clouds, tore through the dome of the world, rendering the sky dark green of death.

Hundreds of vines spitting out poison quietly fell to the ground, like a horrible giant python. They grabbed the corpse of the green dragon that was gradually cold, lifted his whole dragon high, stuffed it in, and disappeared. After the crack, the torn gap in the sky gradually healed, leaving only the dragon blood on the ground, proving the death of the lord of the sea of ​​flowers in the forest.

Everyone raised their necks dumbfounded, staring directly at the terrifying disaster, shocked and speechless.

"That...I heard that after the devil is defeated in the physical world, the devil will not die, but will be driven back to the abyss-their ghastly, dirty and fallen lair, could it be said that this adult green dragon, It's actually a demon disguised as a dragon???"

Theodoric touched the petrified husk and recovered his flesh and blood body. He did not touch and deform, and still maintained the form of a red dragon, like a crimson mountain range one size smaller, slowly walking to the side of everyone.

"I don't know, it's the first time I have encountered this kind of thing."

Painhurs looked up at the sky, and then at the back of his hand-just now, there was a red light beam that passed through the cracks in the sky and hit the back of his left hand. Now, the dark eight-pointed star is half of it. The stars flashed with chaotic light, two awns were blue and two awns were scarlet.

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"Victory, let us cheer for this hard-won victory!!!"

Horus gradually awakened from this paradox. He looked up to the sky and laughed, celebrating the victory of the war. Thirty thousand were panicked. The green skin of the dragons without a leader was heavily surrounded. After losing the control of Motarian, those capable The war chief who controlled the situation was all plunged into chaos and confusion. The victory of this war was already in his pocket.

"Long live Horus!!!"

The great predator roared in excitement. He guided the energy of divine arts, sharp wolf claws, entangling the vigorous green light, and slowly healed himself and the red dragon's injuries. The green giant wolf also clenched the warhammer tightly. The wooden handle slowly walked towards Painhes in the blood pool, and stretched out his right hand friendly towards the opponent.

"Congratulations, friend, today, we have joined forces to defeat a powerful enemy! Today, we killed a dragon! Today, our deeds are sung by the bard through the ages! Today's victory belongs to every werewolf, every man and horse. "

"I have a proposal, the Supreme King. Our covenant can be one step closer! You and I work together to rule this fertile land. People, horses, werewolves, fight together, and the entire northern grassland will surrender to the weeping skull. Blood, under the banner of the wolf holding the moon."

Seeing the dragon disaster finally ended, the Pale Warlock also let out a long sigh of relief, and grasped Horus's outstretched wolf paw.

"But I refuse."

Horus nodded regretfully. At the moment Painhurs hadn't reacted, the warhammer on his left paw suddenly burst into a thunderous thunder! A stern arc was drawn in the air, hitting the chest of the warchief!

"puff!!!"

The Pale Warlock was caught off guard. At least six ribs were smashed by the warhammer. The terrifying golden thunder snake violently collapsed inside his body, paralyzing every inch of flesh and blood. The legendary giant wolf’s full blow, directly The man and horse weighing one ton blasted into the air and fell into the depths of the blood lake tens of feet away!

"Stop those people!"

Diodoric let out a roar, and the mouth of the sulphurous blood basin flashed a dangerous **** light once! The tyrannical wind, enveloping the terrifying dragon flames, spewed from the depths of his throat, like a stormy sea composed of raging fire, sweeping across the sky and the earth, completely engulfing Sister Christina!

Abaddon also wielded his red-hot two-handed giant sword, forcing Herniwell to retreat again and again, getting farther and farther from Painhurs!

"Warchief, I, Horus, approve of your power! You are a cunning politician, an excellent general, and a terrible warlock! Therefore, I can't let your troops continue to develop and grow! Our alliance will end!

Horus laughed loudly, raised his two-handed warhammer with his left hand, and made him spin crazily along his left paw, making a terrifying whistling sound in the air!

"Look, now your spell slot is almost exhausted, and you are badly injured by the green dragon and me. You are dying. If you don't kill you now, let your men and women have no leader. In the future, there will be no such good opportunity! Those who do not grasp the good opportunity, Will be condemned by God!"

"Wow--"

Painhurs spit out a pool of dripping blood again, and even spit out some visceral meat scraps, and the golden vertical pupils were covered by a layer of death shadow. He has considered the betrayal of the werewolf, and therefore set up many preparatory plans, even throwing out the bait to rule the world...

But, who knows, Horus is so decisive! When Mortarian was expelled back to the abyss, the orcs were not even strangled, and there were still more than 20,000 remnants of the party, just do it!

"I will bury you in your hometown, Painhurs. This is my last respect for you-Gredinian belongs to the Gothic Kingdom! You monsters, foreign races, even corpses, don’t want to stay My country, above my land."

The Cyan Wolf King’s warhammer was held high, but at the moment it fell, Painhurs once again used the king’s car to translocate and exchanged positions with Magnus. The scarlet little devil hurriedly flapped his wings and avoided this attack. , And rushed to the high sky.

"Ho...Horus! Sorry, I left a hand...Do you think that I will only have a halo of horror for the six-ring spell?"

The warchief weakly stretched out an arm, aimed at the opponent's heart, and grabbed it hard. In a short time, the blue giant wolf felt a cold palm and gently touched his heart, that kind of gloomy and cold death touch, instantly It spread all over his limbs and a hundred skeletons, making every wolf hair tremble slightly in horror!

Heart freezes to death

"Is this your trump card? Necrotic spells with instant-death effects? Ha! In front of you, the Gothic King! Gredinian is the real master! How could you kill this monster playing witchcraft? Die me!"

Horus staggered and fell to his knees, stroking his left chest, feeling lingering. Although he resisted this terrifying death, the necklace he had been hanging on his neck, but Inexplicably wrapped in the ice of death, he fell into a pool of blood and shattered into countless pieces of crystal clear debris.

"Go to death, warchief!"

Horus struggled to stand up, wielding the thunder hammer, like a blue meteor, charging at full speed in the lake of dragon blood! Set off two waves of scarlet and brilliant blood!