Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Hello, Miss Centaur, can I take up a little of your time? I want to talk to you, our Almighty Father and Savior: the Holy Cube of Punishment."

A punishing priest wearing chain armor and a red robe for the speaker, with a pious face, blocked the path of the horses and horses.

He held a heavy antique book in his left hand, held the holy emblem of the double-ring cross in his right hand, and talked about the humanoid monster in front of him.

"Your **** is two meters and five meters tall, does it weigh a ton?"

The mare swayed impatiently.

"?"

The priest with a fanatical face tilted his head in confusion, and did not understand the meaning of the half-man and half-horse in front of him.

"Can your **** eat two goats for a meal and drink a bucket of milk wine?"

While correcting his compound longbow, the barbarian asked the priest from Rome.

"This... does not say in the book, His appetite may not be so good."

The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to correct the topic from the strange place, but he failed.

"Then, can your **** beat people while singing the majestic grassland war song?"

"No. But, ma'am, I think you seem..."

"None? Then I should believe in Skerritt."

The tall mare shrugged, ignoring the preaching priest, and strode towards the Roman training ground.

They and the elves who are exquisite in archery have agreed to compete in an archery competition to see who has the better arrow skills.

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"Hello, Mr. Centaur, can I take up a little of your time? I want to talk to you, our Almighty Father and Savior: the Holy Cube of Punishment."

The soldiers of the Seventeenth Army, like tireless missionary machinery, frantically instilled the belief in the **** of punishment to the nearby mercenaries. This kind of enthusiasm even made the priests of other legions look at him.

"no thank you."

Painhurs politely declined the missionary priests running around, and continued to delve into the magic secrets on the parchment to further deepen his arcane attainments.

After he and the word bearer escorted the prince to return to the front line, the king of kings has stopped the offensive. The commander praised the merits of the men and horses. According to the agreement, he gave countless money and then turned his head to build the scorpion crossbow. , The trebuchet is gone.

Now, the task of the Centaur is to go out on patrol every day, and from time to time to fight with the opposing cavalry scout twice-Sassan Persian temporarily retracted to Cilicia, I don’t know what is being planned. At this moment, the frontline battlefield is just like before the storm. , Very quiet.

This war, which lasted more than half of the Eastern Empire, has entered a stalemate. The regiments of Egypt and Asia Minor, relying on natural dangers and geographical advantages, firmly defended the mixed army from the east.

In Palestine, the Blood Axe Orcs also changed their strategy after a fiasco. The remaining war gangs were reduced to zero, and they disappeared before the Romans by virtue of their speed advantage. They harassed, they ambushed, they went to outposts, they cut off food, at all costs, avoided frontal decisive battles, and constantly harassed Fukun's dominant army.

Pain Hess lamented the wealth of the Eastern Roman Empire. Their logistics could actually support three fronts with a scale of more than 100,000 people while fighting at the same time... This is simply unimaginable.

"Hello, Mr. Centaur..."

"The only deity I believe in is power itself, so don't bother me studying magic books anymore, okay?"

The warchief sighed and looked away from the scroll-in front of the camp, stood a majestic Roman general in eastern scale armor. On top of a metal helmet, he looked like a horsemane with a scarlet crimson crown. Extraordinarily attracted the attention of others.

"you are······"

"Thirtieth Urpius Victory Army, general of the first battalion, Quintuchus."

The visitor briefly introduced his identity.

"You don't remember me, but I remember you-like a winter, pale man and horse. That night, you were on the Black Sea and wiped out a team of centuries under my command. Lucius, Quintutal Aser...I clearly remember the name of each of them, the face of each of them."

"Ah, sorry, if you don't hide behind the strong shield wall at that time, otherwise, I will definitely remember your face, General."

Painhurs instantly entered a state of alert, trying to determine the intention of the person in front of him.

"Humph."

Faced with the provocation of the warchief, Quintuchus smiled. Facing the pale warlock, he stretched out his hand friendly.

"At that time, we were just performing a mission. I apologize for the spies under his command who assassinated your former chief.

Now, Augustus orders us to cooperate with you. My soldiers will disregard the predecessors and fight against the East together with your troops. At the same time, I also hope that you will not be against your allies because of this little personal grudge. , What stupid behavior — it seems that the assassin made you succeed, didn’t you? "

"Actually, your assassin failed. I became the chief. This is another story with a twist, General."

The warchief secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and shook hands with the opponent politely, which was considered to have reached a settlement. After the opponent left, he continued to study arcane books.

"Snapped."

The warchief closed the book, closed his eyes and meditated, and saw a beautiful phantom in the boundless darkness.

I saw that countless beautiful and dazzling stars, in my dark vision, flashed one after another, and the densely packed stars soon occupied my entire faint darkness. Countless thin lines emitting light fluorescence seem to follow a certain peculiar law, connecting tiny stars, and countless dots and lines are gradually piled up and squeezed together to form a magnificent and magnificent star. Figure.

The vast and endless star map in front of you can't see the end at a glance. But relying on countless silk threads that emit a faint fluorescence, they connect and divide themselves into countless levels. Painhurs, who was shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of him, subconsciously counted, one, two, three, four... Cut, his eyes could only see the ninth layer of the star map. The shining stars behind seemed to melt into the deep and gloomy void, and the mortal thing could not witness the magnificent scenery behind the nine-layer star map.

The warchief recalled the teachings in the book and manipulated the first-level star map jerky. Hell, although they are all the same magic, they are used by sorcerers, as if they breathe naturally, but the mage can’t be distracted. , Continue to remember how to operate.

Finally, under long-term efforts, Painhurs manipulated the magical energy of the outside world, and for the first time built a circle of magic with arcane magic outside the bloodline: a whole body of blue, the size of an adult's head The force field sphere, in his palm, exudes arcane light.

"Finally, it succeeded."