Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Roar!!!"

Onardo the beast feels that there are a thousand sharp-pointed and claw-biting Skugs, gnawing at every inch of his own fragile nerves and blood vessels inside his skull.

However, WARBOSS was also in severe pain and regained his free will. The various magic arts that Mortarian had cast on him disappeared with his own death.

Green scale evil dragon, whispers softly in his ear, the fall of Panticapone, the collapse of the tower of the elves, the tearing of the covenant, the outbreak of the Battle of the Three Kings.····························································································································

Oh my! What did you do so special? !

The beast Aonado endured the severe pain in his skull, and stood up his huge body more than twelve feet high-the green-skinned army was surrounded by horses, trolls, and some goblins, every minute and every second, All tribesmen died tragically in the hands of their former allies!

Around him, a personal guard consisting of a hundred brutal big men wearing heavy armor and holding a super large axe was covering themselves and retreating to a safe place.

The beast Leonardo took off the steel helmet decorated with two horns, ten rough nails, his bald scalp, and the blood dripping from tears, trying to relieve the mental torment with his physical pain. He looked around, countless The big man who was manipulated and enslaved by the green dragon is experiencing the same pain and torture as him. The green-skinned army that has lost its leadership is collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye under siege from all sides!

"Beast Leonardo! Get out of me, you bastard! I know that you are controlled by the green dragon! Seeing from the previous love of fighting side by side, I, Painhurs, the warchief of centaur, give you one last time Chance to choose!"

The pale warlock, who was barely rejuvenated, returned to the front line of the war between the horses and the greenskins under the support of Christina. He saw the twelve-foot-high dark green meat mountain at a glance. He was generally six or seven feet high. In the ocean of orcs, it looks like a flock of chickens, especially conspicuous.

"Are you going to fight your old friend until the last drop of blood is drained, or are we going to join hands again? Kill those wolf pups? In that case, you are still my most trusted ally."

Under the command of the great chief, countless heralds wearing light armor and carrying the banner of the Weeping Blood Skull also passed his orders down to the ears of the heads of hundreds of households, and the heads of hundreds of households were blowing. The horn on the waist commanded the brutal soldiers under him.

Accompanied by this ups and downs, the endless sound of the horn, the seven races raised their shields, slowly withdrew, and stopped fighting with the orcs. The greenskins looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while, and the orcs who had been fighting for several hours were also very tired. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the people and horses to slowly retreat, they breathed heavily and recovered their precious physical strength.

Onardo the beast looked around-although his green-skinned soldiers were brave and good at fighting, they were all wounded and exhausted, and it was meaningless to fight. What's more, the start of this war was originally the result of Mortarian manipulating him and fought side by side twice in a row. The Evil Flame Chief thought Pain Hess was a more reliable "friend".

"Old friend!"

Pain Hess spoke again, speaking with a deep voice.

"Listen to me, you don't have to be ashamed of surrender! This war was originally wrong. Didn't we have agreed before that everyone should fight side by side and advance and retreat together?"

The beast Leonardo gritted his teeth and squeaked his teeth. The opponent was considered to have given enough face, but, as an orc, surrendered like an enemy in war? What is your face as WARBOSS?

"Trust me! Friends! You and I will join hands, and there will be even greater wars in the future, even more terrifying enemy forces, waiting for you to fight with your boys!"

"I, I am the best choice for wool! I am the master of Greenskins!"

The green mountain, more than four meters tall, lifted two terrifying two-handed giant axes high, making a deafening roar of terror!

"Boys! The goal changed! We re-allied with the troops."

Beast Onardo sighed and was thoroughly persuaded by the other party, and then racked his brains, following the steps given by the other party, trying to find a way to say surrender more respectfully.

Damn it, I just became the Warboss of the four orc war gangs, how can I die here!

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With the surrender of the beast Onardo, the remaining more than 20,000 greenskins stopped fighting with the men and horses. The warchief quickly split the army present into two teams. From the beginning of the war to the present, the exhausted four A **** anger and thousands of households, rested on the spot, frantically chewing on the soybeans and dried meat that he carried with him, supplementing the exhausted physical strength.

The warriors of other clans have a little better energy than Blood Wrath. After a short period of trimming, more than 7,000 men and horses lined up in a neat battle line, accompanied by the rain of arrows that obscured the sky and the sun, and they rushed to the west. The terrifying hoof sound shook the earth, and the bloodthirsty battle roar resounded through the sky!

"Horus is dead! Horus is dead! Horus is dead!!!"

The wolves are now in an extremely embarrassing situation. They are blocked in front of the fortress. Behind them, countless people and horses, accompanied by the trembling earth, are getting closer and closer. The respected Majesty the Supreme King suddenly became a rumor. Theodoric who was killed in the battle? And those people, what are they shouting in lingua franca?

"The Supreme King is dead???"

"Theodoric, this is the last chance."

Asana raised her right hand high and looked at the dirty and bloodthirsty compatriots under the city wall after the beastization mutated. The last trace of kindness in her eyes was gradually dissipating.

The gray old wolf sighed, lowered his proud head, slowly raised a pair of furry wolf claws, but he chanted a mysterious spell in a low voice.

"Then, you asked for it."

Asana keenly felt the arcane fluctuations, and with a wave of her right hand, thousands of goblins immediately cheered loudly! With a short, thin arm like a bamboo pole, he immediately waved a spear thrower made of wooden sticks and bones. With this simple tool, the length of the lever of the arm was almost doubled. The flying distance of the short spear was almost doubled. The damage has also increased exponentially!

Accompanied by the cruel grin of the goblin, countless sharp short spears whizzed through the evening sky. The dense short spears are like a continuous line of downpours, and they are like swarms of natural disaster locusts, accompanied by creepy screaming sounds from the sky, splashing blood in the sky among the werewolf's army!

Theodoric was directly torn and pierced by seven short spears, and the chanting of spells was also interrupted by severe pain. It struggled to rise to the sky and howled, trying to save his people with a spell, but, The sharp short spear directly pierced his heart, and the terrifying potential energy wrapped around the spear knocked the old wolf to the ground.

At this moment, the second short spear, accompanied by the creepy screaming sound, directly pierced his wolf kiss, pierced the back of his head, and nailed him in a pool of blood.

The king was lost, the leader was lost, and the remaining werewolves were in a mess, not knowing what to do. The goblins looked at the werewolf torn by the short spear, laughed happily, and kept throwing more short spears. , Watching more chaos, bloodshed and killing!

At this moment, the rain of metal arrows covering the sky and the sun was also like a silver-gray stormy sky, sweeping the sky and the earth, sharp clusters of arrows, biting the flesh and leather of the werewolves, penetrated into their bodies.

Thousands of celebrities immediately put away their compound longbows and the enclosed Dragonmaw Fort after the rapid firing of the Three Arrows, so they could not get additional supplies for their lances. They had no choice but to retreat and pull out the halberds behind them, like a sharp handle. The sharp knife stabbed into the werewolf formation fiercely!

A ton of massive body size, the kinetic energy generated when running at high speed is enough to knock over any stupid trying to intercept, a huge greedy wolf, accompanied by a **** arc, was knocked into the air, a handle The sharp halberd tears and pierces the armor of the werewolf!

"Don't be afraid! Everyone, gather to me! Shield wall!"

Abaddon hissed and screamed. Under the desperate situation of flanking between the head and tail, a group of werewolves reluctantly gathered. They surrounded the city in the center of the battlefield. He raised the shield of his left arm high, forming a turtle like a turtle, resisting the arrows in the sky. Yawa Javelin, although, after the third round, the goblin’s javelin was a sharpened wooden stake, but the sharp wooden thorn, with the addition of the spear thrower, was on the wall from a height of more than eight meters. Falling to the ground, still has good lethality!

"Abaddon? Are you going to fight to the end? Unconditionally surrender, I will let you survive."

Suddenly, a pale and terrible voice appeared in front of the pack of wolves, like a death god, Painhurs broke free from Christina's embrace, supported his weak body, and walked to the front of the army. He tried to control the trembling of his body, and stretched out his pale left arm-the arm he killed Horus, with the evil twisted eight-pointed black star, lightly aimed at it across thousands of werewolves. Great predator.

"Could it be that you also want to be like your Supreme King?

Abaddon’s scarlet bloodthirsty pupils showed the color of fear for the first time, and his whole body trembled crazily. The skyrocketing wave made up of countless dead soul bones tore the Supreme King into countless fragments. In the end, there was only a terrible picture of a majestic rain of blood, which almost became the worst nightmare in his mind!

"Surrender! Surrender! We are persecuted by Horus! Our descendants are imprisoned by those horrible lycanthropes! We have to work for them as a last resort! Please don't kill us!"

Before Abaddon could express his stance, he was left behind by the werewolf as cannon fodder and waited to die. The half-goat and half-man Sartre jumped back. Other vassals also fled!

The tree fell and scattered, but so.

Countless enchanting half-goat girls jumped off their horses trembling and knelt in front of the horses, begging for a ray of life, on top of the two shaggy hooves, on the **** plump buttocks, the small goat tail, curled up in fear Together, they knelt to the ground, and the thin waist bent into a seductive arc was also exposed to the eyes of the red-eyed people.

As members of the Artiodactyl order, and monsters with certain human characteristics, the people and horses can appreciate the beauty of these satyrs. Several heads of households glanced at each other and decided to send a herald to seek the advice of the warchief. , Then led people to surround these bards. Order them to remove all weapons and armors, stay in place obediently, like fish on the chopping board, waiting for the pale warlock to decide their final destiny.

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