Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Brothers and sisters, I invite you to come today to consolidate the unbreakable covenant between us."

Painhurs looked down at the various races in front of him. The unshakable high elves and the green-skinned orcs restrained each other's killing intent. The glamorous and beautiful Salina, and the twelve-foot-tall beast Leonardo. Staring hatefully at the other party's eyes, constantly rubbing and clashing gazes, almost bursting out substantive brilliant sparks in the air.

The half-human and half-goat Sartre huddled in the corner, trying to reduce their sense of existence. The bear goblin Gary Vickers, drove the energetic Siberian wolves, and let these large dogs with excess energy lead their chariots to everyone in front of them, and talked about their products.

The Supreme King Asana leaned against a wall, looking at all the monsters nearby-these guys in front of him in disgust. His hands were stained with the blood of his own people.

The warchief knows very well that these guys with very different races, beliefs, and morals, and with different interests and goals, can unite together for only one reason: that is, the people who rule them are strong enough.

These large centaur and half-horse monsters are simply natural war machines.

They are powerful, they come and go like the wind, they are the ultimate dream and longing of every cavalry. The unity of man and horse allows the man and horse to have the mobility of a cavalry, a terrifying impact, and the stability of an infantry.

The blood rage alone can produce a cavalry knitting of 10,000 people. Withered bones, wind howl, poet dead, gray mane, thunder spear, black venom, poisonous bite. Together, the seven tribesmen and horses can make up a second full-bodied group.

As long as Painhurs still holds the 20,000 terrifying men and horses in his hands, then Gredinian, no power can resist their supreme edge.

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"First of all, let's determine the division of the territory. Panticapone and the farmland and pastures belong to the high elves of Salina, and the orcs will obtain the central and southern regions of the Kerch Peninsula as your hunting and grazing Living place."

Salina and Beast Onardo nodded, and then stared fiercely at each other's faces. The fierce giant axe with beast fangs and the finely crafted white jade staff were all yearning for the enemy's blood.

"Asana, I allow your goths to occupy Gredinian’s fertile west and all the coastal cities in the south. However, Simferopol in the center of the peninsula and the fertile pastures around it belong to the people. all."

"No objections. Dear Warchief."

The supreme king of the Eastern Goths, politely bent over to pay tribute to the pale warlock.

"Garywix. You still retain all your land in the northern steppe. At the same time, the Viseurius Fortress is guarded by your goblin war gang and the Eastern Gothic army. A rich piece of land south of the fortress The pasture is also yours. At the same time, I specially built a luxurious mansion for you in the most prosperous part of the city."

Gary Vickers nodded in satisfaction, and the thin four-layered chin trembled slightly with joy. Painhurs knew the roots of this greedy bear goblin. He is a pure hedonist. He cares more about his life than his happiness.

"As for, Yrel, your Sartre. In the central area of ​​the peninsula, I have set aside a large fertile pasture enough for ten thousand people to survive, enough for you and your people to live and work here."

"Thank you, Chief, thank you!"

As traitors who changed their camps halfway, the Sartre had been trembling recently, for fear that they would be dealt with by the horses, but half of the soldiers in their clan were bards, which consisted of thousands of spellcasters. The light cavalry unit has become a big bargaining chip, eventually. Still let people go and accept these half-human and half-sheep monster tribes.

"Sagittarius, greenskins, humans, goblins, satyrs, elves. The six races gather together! Let us remember this day. Our descendants, as well as the bards, will tell what happened today, Singing through the ages! Today, the tribe is established!"

Painhurs opened his arms enthusiastically and used very contagious words to describe the beautiful future for his allies.

"I, Painhurs from the Bloodfury Clan, will ensure that your land will not be invaded by foreign enemies, and your internal affairs will not be interfered by outsiders-but the leader of this tribal alliance government must be me !

As officials of the horses and horses, while enjoying these benefits, you must lead the army under your command at the moment of the outbreak of the war and respond to my call. And need to pay eleven taxes to maintain our tribe together. Population resources, cattle, sheep and livestock, weapons and armors, and even potion scrolls can all be part of the tax. "

The pale warlock looked at the leaders of the other five tribes with satisfaction, nodded and agreed to his order.

"Everyone has different beliefs, different cultures, and daily conflicts and disputes are inevitable. Therefore, I propose that Diodosiya establish a brand new parliament for everyone to speak freely."

After allocating the land, the warchief slowly spoke again.

"Parliament? Honey, are you crazy! Looking at the so-called parliament run by the descendants of God's election will only make us even more alienated in intrigue!"

Christina frowned uncomfortably, trying to persuade her spouse to give up the plan.

"Relax, I'm not in Tolia's style."

Painhurs calmed down his lover in a low voice, and then showed a professional smile to the five of them.

"You are equal to each other. You can send someone you trust to be stationed in Diodosiya’s parliament to negotiate and negotiate with each other on some of your internal issues. If you can resolve things with words, why do you have to make a big fuss? The last one? Under the beast, Aonado, not all races are as noisy as the greenskins. I will give you enough enemies and enough magnificent wars to let you vent your anger in your hearts.

However, please remember that this council is only responsible for some civil and interest disputes within us. Cannot involve military and politics. "

The chief said mildly. This kind of thing that touches direct interests, these guys will definitely send their confidants to come to the royal court to take up the post. When that happens, these people will also be hostages in his hands.

The five leaders are not mediocre people. They immediately understood the threat of Painhurs’ gentle words. After looking at each other’s eyes, they nodded silently and decided to send their most trusted and close friends. Families, children, and even heirs to the throne were sent to this seaside city.

Just as the Centaur could not fully believe them and needed to leave some hostages in his hands, Sartre could not believe that the Centaur really allowed them to enter the center of power, divide pastures, and not interfere with sovereignty. The tax rate is only one tenth. ·····These generous terms are much better than Horus. If you don't hand over some important hostages in exchange for Painhurs' trust, Yrel can't sleep well.

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At the end of the meeting, looking at the leaders who were slowly leaving and preparing to return to their fiefs, Painhurs finally relaxed and lay down tiredly in the turbulent embrace of Christina, sister Christian.

"Count the days, it's May now..."

"Well, more than half of the spring has passed, what's the matter?"

Christina asked curiously

"Spring is almost over, and the snow and ice in the northern grasslands must have almost melted. The white disaster has ended, and the nomads in the grasslands have become active again, just like the goblin tribes in Garivex."

The warchief braced his tired body, returned to the bone table, used charcoal on the sheepskin, and hurriedly written the words of the wooden tribe.

Then, I exhausted all the zero-ring tricks today. I saw that countless charcoals, under the control of arcane arts, were like dark elves flying in the sky, jumping, dancing, spinning, and turning on the sheepskins. The letter written by Painhurs was copied one after another.

"Okay! The sorcerers of the Wind Howl clan who handed these letters to them, let them use transcription, or simply handwriting, copy thousands of these letters, and tie them to the claws of migratory birds migrating northward back to the grassland. Those little things bring my will to every corner of Salmatia!"

Christian curiously leaned over to see what Painhus had written-the warchief of the centaur, the detailed coordinates of the Viseurius fortress, and the geography of the northern shore of the Black Sea, and the characteristics were all written in one clear. Chu, it is convenient for people in the northern grasslands to clearly find this throat fortress into Gredinian.

Then, in the second paragraph, the pale warlock pretended to be a great chieftain of the centaur, and invited the people who were scattered in every corner of the grassland to meet with the increasingly cold weather, the scarce resources, and the more and more courageous formidable enemies, the warriors of the warriors and horses. ,Come back home.

"Lego Stormpike! Now, the Glory of Skerritt is no longer the border of our kingdom. You and your Stormpike clan will immediately go north to assist Asana and Garrivix to guard the sturdy seat together. The fortress, once this letter spread, it was not just people and horses that came along the coast of the Black Sea!

Now, I need the power of your clan: an army of people and horses who are forbidden by orders and absolutely obey orders to guard the north for us. As a reward, your clan can first receive the best weapons and armors, the most plump cattle and sheep, and the most gold and silver treasures. "

"Your will!"

"Well, there is one last thing."

The warchief rubbed his forehead tiredly. Thinking about it carefully, what was the cause of this war that lasted for several months and affected most of Gredinian? Oh, come to think of it, it's the Transcaucasus region. A large number of people tried to join her thirteen council, but they were blocked by the orcs that crawled all over the Kerch Peninsula.

Now, both the elves and the orcs on the Kerch Peninsula have all obeyed their horses. The cold winter has passed and the warm spring has arrived. There are 20,000 powerful warriors and countless army of vassals. , Don’t have to hide on this small peninsula!

As promised by the orcs, in the future, there will be more magnificent wars, more cunning and cruel enemies, waiting for him.

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