Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Chief! Look! That ship is much bigger than the others!"

"XII·FULMINATA······How do you pronounce Latin? Crackling?"

"Yes! The canvas is indeed painted with the crackling symbol! This should be the flagship of the Twelfth Crackling Legion!"

"Okay! Boys! WAAAGH!!!"

When Painhurs regained the transport ship, ten heavily armed blood axes jumped off the back of the blue dragon, accompanied by a horrifying whistle, like a cannonball, smashed hard. On the other giant ship, that huge physique smashed directly through the wet deck and landed in the lower cabin.

A dazzling thunderbolt pierced the dark sky, illuminating the patterns and text on this flagship canvas very clearly.

XII·FULMINATA, the Twelfth Thunder Corps.

These hideous and ugly monsters, clutching their swollen heads, quickly climbed up from the ruins. The big guys shook the drops of water and wood on their bodies, looking at Rome without weapons and armor, and with sleepy eyes. Soldier, let out a crazy laugh! ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

A terrifying monster more than three meters high, raised the giant axe in his hand high, massacred the defenseless high elves, countless sorrowful blood flowers, blooming among the wooden walls and floors in the painful wailing. on.

After the initial panic, the Legionnaires quickly launched a counterattack. Without time to wear armor, they grabbed the long sword and tower shield beside them, and in the narrow cabin, they launched a tragic close to the big guy. Fighting, without the protection of armor, every time the big guy slashed vigorously, it was enough to tear the slender and well-proportioned bodies of the elves into two cold flesh and blood corpses.

However, even so, there was no soldier's face, revealing half of the fear, one by one elves in pajamas, singing the battle roar of the legion, and rushing to the green monsters without fear of death!

"Sad bean sprouts."

The green skin rushing to the forefront let out a disdainful mumble, the strong arm that was two laps thicker than the waist of the elf, and with a full swing, the huge axe blade rubbed the top of the tower shield and swept out in the air. A sharp arc split directly, tearing off the skulls of the two soldiers, blood mixed with brains, and splattered everywhere.

The big guy kicked on the iron-plated shield and knocked the two slender corpses with only half of their heads to the ground. The huge dark green soles trampled on the corpses of the bean sprouts and continued to push forward. Wield a terrifying battle axe!

For the first time, a heavy giant axe hit the iron-plated surface of the tower shield heavily, and stern sparks, accompanied by a thunderous roar, echoed back and forth in the cabin. With a terrifying impact, the shocked soldier's left arm was sore and numb, and it was almost impossible to lift the fifty-pound giant shield.

With the second slash, the iron sheet covering the surface of the shield was directly smashed into a terrifying depression. The wooden board on the back was also crushed and torn into thousands of small wood chips. The legionnaire uttered a cry, almost unable to hold the shield that saved his life!

The third time he slashed, the ugly face of the big guy showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile at the Roman soldier in front of him, but the deadly axe had not yet been slammed, a bunch of terrifying thunder and lightning, Roaring through the swaying cabin, hitting the big guy's head straight, thousands of crackling electric currents, accompanied by the tragic and terrifying wailing of the orcs, danced wildly on his muscular head !

Almost at the same moment, the second divine energy lightning struck the head of the last big man. The two horrible golden lightning bolts attracted and involved each other. At the same time, they released an extremely bright golden electric current to each other. The terrifying divine energy lightning, the inside of the narrow cabin connected into a crackling thunder line, piercing and tearing all the big guys on the road, dying of electricity.

The green skin, covered with scorched lightning lines, and the burnt fragrance of flesh and blood, filled the claustrophobic cabin.

"Legion commander!"

The soldier who had escaped from the dead turned his head gratefully. The soldiers nearby, like sculptures, stood on both sides of the road, bowed their heads to the lord of the legion, and bowed their heads to pay tribute to the ten green monsters. They were still able to utter an unyielding battle cry, but they were seeing When this thin black shadow, his body trembles constantly because of huge fear.

I saw a neatly clothed drow walking from the cabin in stride, and under his long turquoise hair, a terrible scar in the shape of thunder and lightning ran through his entire vicissitudes of life and his dark face. The tall and thin body, draped in a dragon leather armor sewn with white dragon skin, did not carry any weapons in his hands.

"This is the Bloodaxe clan! Coordinates 22, 31, 28! Repeat! Coordinates 22, 31, 28! Malfurion! The commander of the Twelfth Thunderbolt Legion, appeared in this position..."

Greenskin, who was stunned by the thunder and lightning, hurriedly passed the news back to the commander's side. However, before he could finish his words, a blue ghost exuding a bitter cold light whizzed across the narrow. The cabin, swallow it in one bite!

The big guys widened their eyes in horror, and saw that the lord of the 12th legion, like a shrimp, bent his waist in pain, accompanied by bursts of angry roars, and the big beads of sweat, like rain. Generally, slipping from his dark sideburns.

The slender body suddenly twisted and deformed, and the bones burst! The vicissitudes of skin, with patches of terrible blue scales, the empire soldiers who used to fight to and fro, at this moment, are like mercenaries without discipline, running around in fear, just to give the legion commander, move Provide sufficient combat space.

In the end, his balloon-like, constantly expanding body broke through all the cabin barriers nearby, and wooden dross was flying all over the sky. On top of his huge body, twelve dancing giant pythons used the blue that exuded deadly chill. The color snake scales tore the entire deck to pieces! The entire flagship, because of the weight of the legion commander, has sunk several water levels one after another!

The remaining big guys raised their heads in horror: the huge body covered the sky and the sun, and twelve heads were dancing wildly. The icy chill, like dense silver needles, kept piercing his green skin! One of the raised heads is still chewing and swallowing a big green-skinned man who is more than three meters high! The dripping blood, like a waterfall, sprinkled from the air.

The twelve-headed snake lizard is particularly a cold subspecies!

The commander of the legion hung down twelve slender necks that opened up to the sky, and the terrifying blue snake skulls, like the entrance of hell, opened to the limit. The twelve groups of terrible death fog were also in his mouth. Crazy condensation.

"run!!!"

The biggest difference between Blood Axe Orcs and other Orcs is that they have brains and are very good at strategic turning in, strategic retreating, and the despicable tactics that the enemy has played once. They can all carry forward with them and use dirty tactics to fight back. When they find themselves When you can't beat it at all, just turn around and run.

However, it was too late. The twelve snakes and lizards simultaneously issued twelve eerie and horrible roars. The twelve groups of accumulated cold frost assaulted like an avalanche, spewing from his mouth in the blood basin. Out!

The wind of winter, howling tore every piece of wood on the floor and cabin, even biting, shredding the skin and flesh of the big green-skinned men! Ice-cold blood beads, accompanied by flying sawdust and minced meat, danced in the air, and the terrifying wind pressure directly drove a large green leather man who weighed nearly 1,500 pounds to blow up and down. Fell to the ground.

Following the gust of wind, Ling Ling's frost, the biting frost, was like a pale wave sweeping across the world, instantly engulfing the big guys! The low temperature of death constantly deprives them of their body heat. The dark green skin is condensing slices of death hoarfrost at a speed visible to the naked eye. A few seconds later, even the blood flowing in their bodies and the beating heart, It also freezes completely in the low temperature of absolute zero.

"Malfurion! Please don't become such an oversized monster on the ship! How many times has our flagship been destroyed by you? Three times? Four times? Huh?"

Suddenly, a anger of dissatisfaction came from behind the twelve-headed snake lizard. The cold snake lizard, naughty stretched out a tail, from the ruins, entwined another drow, with that boneless waist, and put her in a safe place-damn it, led by the green skin , Is actually a priest, his green skin, densely covered with frosty runes, barely blocked twelve deadly breaths of frost.

"call--"

The slender and hideous snake head of the legion commander slid quietly in the direction of the green skin against the broken cabin. The big guy hurriedly chopped with the giant axe, accompanied by the crisp and sweet sonorous sound, the pale fangs and the giant axe rubbed countless bright sparks!

Greenskin stepped on the lower jaw of the snake lizard, used a huge two-handed axe, stuck the sharp fangs, used all his best to resist the bite of the snake lizard.

However, he only had an axe, while the head of the legionnaire had as many as twelve.

Eleven shadows that obscured the sky and the sun, concealing the dim light of the candlelight, the scarlet snake letter, like a red vine, entangled the orc's wrist, and pulled his left arm into the mouth of his blood basin. , And then closed fiercely.

Tons of bite force, accompanied by sharp fangs, tore directly through the palm of the opponent, causing the big guy to let out a scream!

Malfurion raised his head, biting the orc’s left hand, and dang him in the air. There were three huge snake heads, which accurately bit his right arm and legs, and the big man, the whole person was held. In mid-air.

The fifth head slowly stopped under the opponent's body, opening the horrible blood basin that looked like an entrance to **** to the largest extent!

"Crack!!!"

Four heads, snapped off the green-skinned limbs at the same time, metal armor, strong muscles, strong bones, in front of the bite force of several tons, are useless, the big man let out a painful scream, he wailed , Roaring, crying, and falling down along with four dripping **** arcs. Falling into the abyss throat that had already been connected with his mouth open.

"Gudong."

The legion commander squirmed the muscles of his neck with satisfaction, letting the strong acid digestive juice in his body dissolve the monster. Then he changed back to the drow with black skin and green hair.

"What's the situation—the demons actually launched a night attack? Everyone in the Twelfth Thunder Legion! Listen to my orders! Everyone, gather to the flagship! Repeat! Everyone! gather near the flagship!"

After repelling the airborne green skin, the legion commander and his deputy: a glamorous drow wearing a sacrificial white robe, holding a crescent bow, and also long dark green hair, began to gather his own troops. They quickly summoned the wizards accompanying the army and ordered them to contact the ten battalions of the legion at all costs and by all means. And the general who manages them is asking these powerful commanders to contact the six centurions under their command.

The sound multiplied by magic, overwhelming the hustle and bustle of thunder and rain, relying on the portal to quickly move the mage to his position, passing the will of the lord of the legion to every commander with outstanding combat achievements. After the initial chaos, a terrifying Roman legion is rising in the dark.