Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After the human face harpy and giant clans joined the army of the war commander, another week passed, and the last foreign legion finally appeared at the end of the sea.

The Roman soldiers looked into the distance in surprise: an extremely old, dilapidated single-layer oars warship, slowly emerging from the south, accompanied by deafening and rough singing, thirty huge oars, two of the warships Raising the side high, and then falling heavily, every time the waves hit the sea, the single-layer canoe can be pushed forward for a long distance.

The models and styles of these boats are extremely old, and most of them are antiques from the ancient Greek period or even more ancient.

The creaking old ship plank, covered with the scars of the years, the fragile canvas that was dilapidated, has become riddled with holes under the ravages of time. The collision angle of the bow is even made of bronze!

The entire fleet, like an ancient ghost, passed through the fog of history and suddenly appeared in the fifth century Cilicia.

"It's really been a long time to see, a single-layer oars warship with 30 oars????? This thing should be in the museum! Now even transportation logistics, I dislike this old thing."

The 7th Claudia Legion, who was good at naval warfare, was extremely surprised by the appearance of this ghost fleet. And when they saw the sailors on the fleet, their jaws were about to hit the ground.

Those sailors are burly men with an average height of more than two meters, and their heads are the heads of bulls.

"They are tauren from the island of Crete. During the ancient Greek war, these monsters were defeated by high elves and exiled to Crete. The French technique, built an underground labyrinth of stagnant time and space in the low islands, shut them inside as an eternal punishment for them.

However, that city-state has long since disappeared in the long river of history, and these tauren people have been out of touch with the outside world for at least thousands of years. It was only a few decades ago that the underground labyrinth was rediscovered and cracked by the empire.

After getting rid of the imprisonment, these tauren went crazy, attacking and destroying everything they could see. It was not until the First Maximian Army suppressed them completely that these monsters declared their allegiance to the empire.

However, in order to limit their strength, Augustus did not give these monsters any modern technology, which also led to their naval fleet, mostly from ancient times, left over to today's old antiques.

An army mage who has read a lot of books explained the history of the tauren to his soldiers.

"I really miss... Decades ago, I was a student of the White Tower, and I dug the underground maze together with the Supreme Master."

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Accompanied by the dull clash of warships and the beach, the tauren fleet landed in a cage of steel. A burly bull standing upright with two legs, carrying a two-handed battle axe as big as their body, jumped murderously. The thick nostrils on the deck of the warship spit strong steam. Scarlet pupils, burning with great anger.

When the tauren enters the battle, he will lower his head and run at high speed, piercing the enemy's heart with a pair of sharp horns, like a cavalry's lance.

Later, the horns even became a symbol of status and status in the Tauren society.

Therefore, these monsters will strengthen and decorate their horns at all costs. For example, put on a layer of tailor-made bronze, tie a circle of beast fangs, or use other messy things to make them look bigger.

And their leader, that huge brown bull that is more than three meters tall? God knows where he came from. He got a pair of huge northern moose horns, and they put them on his own horns. From a distance, the chief did not look like a tauren, but rather like a large moose descent. monster.

"According to the agreement between us and the empire, Huen Gaoling brought seventy-seven warships and two thousand tauren to fight for the empire!!!"

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"What happened, why is it so noisy?"

Sisters Christina and Christian rubbed their sleepy eyes, and were awakened by the noise outside the camp.

With the influx of mercenaries and foreign legions, the camp became more and more noisy and noisy. The sound of a giant walking on the earth is like a mountain and river breaking down and a building collapsed.

And those tauren's rude and wild screams are even more like thunder that shook the sky, and the disturbing people were uneasy.

"It's so noisy. In my impression, the Roman Empire should be a thing dominated by humans. Tsk, look at these alien mercenaries, giants, human-faced harpies, tauren, goblins... plus With our troops, the number will almost catch up with their own army!"

With his arms around the two sisters, Pain Hess, who fell asleep together, also reluctantly opened his eyes and looked around at the dark starry sky.

The horrible golden vertical pupils, which looked like a giant dragon, were shining with angry flames just because of the anger of getting up.

"Perhaps, hacking to death a few idiots who roared and screamed in the big night will make me sleep well!"

Christina lightly broke free of the warchief's arms, got up from the bed violently, and directly picked up the fine gold giant sword leaning on the side of the table.

"Christina, this is the steel cage of the Romans, not the Royal Court of Gredinian."

Pain Hess sighed, and stood up from the thick sheepskin mattress, blocking the rouge horse, guilty of stupidity on the chassis of the Eastern Roman Empire.

"So what? I'm not a Roman! I only believe in my own power. If those giants and tauren can't control their mouths, then I will chop off their necks. The blood **** must love these huge ones. Head."

Christina quickly put on her armor.

"Furthermore, as long as we have 20,000 cavalry, legionnaires and military commanders in our hands, we will not dare to move us. We are the only fast-moving force in his hands."

The warchief thought for a moment. Although Rouge Liema was very tough and acted swiftly and resolutely, her logical thinking ability was also excellent. Yes, the 20,000 cavalry that I brought is the officer's only mobile unit. As long as he is a little more sleek, the opponent will probably turn one eye and close one eye.

"Yes, my sister makes sense."

Christian, like a sleepy kitten, dived a little into the arms of the pale warlock, enjoying the warm embrace of the other side.

"I have been thinking about one thing. The two-legged beasts know that the customs and habits of different races are very different, and the roles they play in the war are different. However, he still put these foreign races in camps. Put it together. Why is this?"

"The number of mercenaries and monsters combined, almost reached half of the Roman soldiers... You mean, the commander deliberately provoked friction and disagreement among monsters of various races, afraid that we would unite to make trouble?"

"Probably, that's it."

"clever."

Painhurs left the soft mattress in the bard's dissatisfied mumble, and pressed Christina's right hand.

"Let me come, the simple killing will only make those monsters afraid for a while, and I will implant fear deeply into their souls, making them the most terrifying nightmare in their hearts-for silence Dreamland."

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Painhurs took out a piece of tanned leather and used arcane magic to permanently change its physical form, evaporate and vaporize it, along with the ripples of arcane magic, stretch and stretch a barrier of force field to protect his own. Six limbs and a hundred skeletons.

On the east side of the Centaur camp, there is a group of the most common hill giants. They have a strange appearance, like enlarged orangutans. Their two arms are unusually slender, and they have been drooping to the knees. The shoulders are bent, the forehead is extremely low, the limbs are thick and powerful, and the skin tone ranges from light brown to reddish brown. Their hair is either brown or black, and the color of their eyeballs is exactly the same as their hair.

These hill giants are talking excitedly with each other in giant language. The lungs and vocal tract structure that are several times larger than normal people make the voices of these giants resound through the sky like a Hong Zhong, like a drum of war and thunder.

"Guys! What are you discussing happily? Look at the moon phase, it's late at night!"

Painhurs barely controlled his anger. After spending so long on the grassland, with so much blood on his hands, his mind and soul had long since changed from nomads. The old shadow from the civilized world has long since left him.

"call--"

A hill giant who looked like a leader suddenly stood up from the ground and looked down at the pale horse. The huge stick in his hand was even bigger than Painhurs.

"Compared to the crooked, crooked to the Bab."

"?"

The warchief slowly raised a question mark. Is this hill giant so stupid that he can't speak lingua franca?

"Pale horse! There is a Roman whistle behind you. He is watching you."

In the darkness, Magnus, who hid his figure, whispered information to Painhurs.

The warchief nodded and held a wonderful angle. In the place where only the hill giant can see, he compared him with a very rude gesture-the Royal Court of Centaur also had a group of hill giants in captivity, Pei Inhes knew a thing or two about the gestures of these vulgar people.

"Roar!!!"

Sure enough, the leader of the hill giant issued a high, stern and harsh roar! He raised the stick in his hand high and smashed it at the white horse! The giant stick wrapped in thousands of iron rings, accompanied by a deafening roar, is like a brown meteor falling from the sky! Smashed a terrible crack in the ground that was dense like a spider web!

But that was just a phantom that could make a sound.

The pale white horse approached silently from the side, shaped like a ghost, and as fast as thunder. The slender horseshoes rang sky-shaking war drums on the ground, and the flying fingers, pulling arcane threads as thin as silk, woven a gloomy magic fire burning with green flames at the fingertips.

"Sizzle—"

A ray of weird green light, torn, cut through the dark night. Like a meteor, it easily tears the dirty, thick skin like a rock.

Accompanied by the mysterious singing voice and the dim pink light flickering in the dark night, there are two bright green rays, accompanied by the terrifying arcane energy, whizzing out of the great chief's fingertips.

The first ray penetrates the right foot. The heavy skin and scarlet flesh and blood were shattered under the ravages of decomposition rays, hundreds of pounds of flesh and blood turned into dust, and hundreds of pounds of dripping blood gurgled in the dark night.

The second ray, tearing the chest, and burning the terrible ray of green fire, accurately hit the giant's chest and abdomen, where it hit a void of nothing, red blood, engulfing large internal organs fragments, like a piece of A blood-colored waterfall gushes out from the inside of the opponent's mouth.

The third ray is all dust. The powerful king of giants was shot through the head by the last instant green fire. His huge body, like a collapsed hill, and a cracked sky, crashed to the ground. In the camp, a thousand feet of dust was raised.

And his huge body like a hill, accompanied by the surrounding dust, turned into a plume of ash, which drifted away in the wind, leaving only a set of heavy armor and a huge wooden stick in place.