Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The terrifying shadows cover the sky and the sun, and the stern dragon roar is intriguing.

Three azure dragons, like the gods of death in the sky, soar freely on the dark battlefield, bringing death and fear to mortal soldiers. Under the shadow of the wings, even a Legionnaire with a will as strong as steel would have the most eerie and terrifying horror in his mind.

"call--"

The blue dragons took a long breath, and opened their mouths to the ship below. Each sharp fang was wrapped around a jagged light blue thunder.

All of a sudden, violent winds and tyrannical air currents engulfed the crackling dense thunder, like azure blue stormy waves, and like huge lightning beams, gushing out from the mouth of the blue dragon! That terrifying momentum even overwhelmed the thunderous sky.

Under the ravages of the strong wind, the flexible ropes were torn apart, the sturdy canvas was torn into pieces of torn debris, and the bark on the mast was also peeled off and crushed into the tiniest dust, even holding the crossbow. The shooting legionaries were also directly blown onto the deck by the terrifying wind pressure, unable to move!

The thunderous thunder engulfed in the gust of wind is more like the hand of death, tearing the lives of all things and all things to pieces. Along the damp deck, and the steel armor, the thunder raging everywhere, tearing, and bombarding the flesh and blood of every living creature, the Legionnaires engulfed only by the dragon's breath, suddenly stiffened and couldn't move. Hair, flesh and blood, and even hard bones are all roasted by thunder into a pitch-black coke engraved with jagged electric patterns at a speed visible to the naked eye! The crackling horror current penetrates almost every shadow and every corner of the hull!

The blue dragon hovered arrogantly in the dark sky, and the solid blue scales could easily block the heavy crossbows and the terrifying ammunition of the scorpion crossbows. He wants to witness with his own eyes the suffering of mortals and the end of death—thousands of pounds of cold water, along the huge gap that was pierced by the thunder dragon’s breath, crazily flooded into the interior of the warship, and was caught in the middle The warship that had punched a big hole fell apart every minute and every second. Countless survivors wailed and abandoned the warship and jumped into the sea, but there was still a dead end.

The horrible electric current that was enough to make the heart paralyze the blue dragon still entangled in the nearby sea, crackling. The moment they jumped into the sea to escape, the result was already doomed.

The huge battleship fell apart, and the eagle flag of the legion fell into the abyss.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Suddenly, a strange cry appeared in the distant sky. Malfurion could not tolerate the three adult blue dragons, trampling on his dignity here, trying to save his legion from the dragon's claws.

If in the daytime or on land, a well-trained Roman legion supported by a scorpion crossbow, even if it is against a dragon, it has a certain chance of winning. But by the way, I am now in the dark sea with no fingertips, and the rough sea!

Seeing a graceful drow approaching him riding a cat-headed night eagle, the blue dragons didn’t take each other seriously. A young and energetic dragon that had just grown up immediately slapped a pair of them. The huge dark yellow fleshy wings roared at the nighthawk who rushed towards the cat's head, trying to bite off the opponent's head.

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by the sky full of smoke, the cat-headed night eagle transforms into a gloomy and dark dragon in a flash. Its elegant neck and limbs are slender and soft like a poisonous snake. The night's giant wings stretch out like two faint patches. The dark clouds obscured the light of the crescent moon.

A deep dragon dormant in the gloomy area.

The owner of the Twelfth Legion has long been familiar with the fighting knack of the dragon form. He used his rapid transformation to instantly change his body shape and hit the blue dragon by surprise. The slender and graceful dragon neck, like a poisonous snake, bypassed it with precision. The terrible dragon kiss, and the strong front claws. The huge mouth of the fangs wrapped in the blue magic pattern, biting on the blue dragon's neck!

The terrifying bite force, combined with the razor fangs strengthened by the druid magic, directly shattered dozens of sturdy dragon scales, biting through the enemy’s neck, and spewing red blood, accompanied by hundreds Thousands of azure blue scales are sprayed everywhere!

"Kab! Kab!"

Malfurion flapped the black wings that covered the sky, with slender front claws like a viper, entwining and restraining the blue dragon's claws. By the way, in the form of a giant dragon, he instantly cast a druid's magic: A touch of green vines quietly poked out Tyrande’s pockets, one in two, two in four, eight in four... Thousands of green-green vines that continued to divide, roaring and roaring , Spinning his slender and slender body, like a viper dancing in the sky, and like a green tide covering the sky, instantly engulfing the blue dragon, winding around every piece of his flesh, every inch of dragon scale!

It's easy to break away from a vine. One hundred, one thousand, or even ten thousand vines? It's harder.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the extremely painful sound of the dragon roar, the lord of the 12th legion, from the side of the opponent's neck, tore and swallowed a large piece of dripping flesh, hundreds of pounds of blood spewing out, turned into a scarlet. The torrential rains dyed the waves below. And the slender, slippery deep dragon neck like a poisonous snake, directly following the hole of blood, drilled into the blue dragon's chest cavity.

"call--"

Malfurion took a deep breath, mobilizing the surging arcane power within the dragon's blood. The breath of acid mist that was enough to corrode flesh and blood quickly condensed and gathered in his body. Under the squeezing and pushing of countless muscles, it quickly rushed into the throat and spit directly into the blue dragon, which was not protected by the slightest scale.

"Roar!!!"

The blue dragon in mid-air, under the grip of the dragon's claws and the **** of the vines, uttered an extremely painful wailing, enough to corrode steel and melt the bones of the acid mist storm, like a river bursting its bank, madly pouring into his chest. Every piece of flesh, every inch of internal organs, is in the acid mist, and gradually evaporates into strands of stinking blood mist!

"Snapped!!!"

The remaining two blue dragons were stunned, watching the changes in the situation. The adult deep dragon, with very sophisticated tactics, entangled his brother, twisted and slippery neck like a black snake, and even penetrated into the opponent’s. in vivo.

Immediately afterwards, the belly of the blue dragon swelled up like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger, and the dense dragon scales became sparser and looser on the dragon skin, and finally burst directly!

However, there was no piece of minced meat, no drop of blood, accompanied by his broken skin, splashing in all directions. There was only a mass of foul-smelling blood mist, frantically filling the surroundings-the blue dragon's internal organs and flesh had been corroded by the terrible acid mist.

Malfurion let go of his fangs, and let the adult dragon with only one empty shell fall into the cold sea. He flapped a pair of terrifying black wings that covered the sky and covered the sun, facing both ends equally. The terrifying blue scale evil dragon uttered a fearless roar.

"This is not an arcane ability! His transformation did not even cause any arcane ripples in the air-this is a top-notch monster in disguise that can even transform into a dragon! We were deceived! That drow lady We are the bait! The monster in disguise under her crotch is the strong enemy!"

The two blue dragons opened their mouths in their blood basins, like razor-sharp fangs, once again entwined with terrifying thunder and lightning, one left and one right, and at the same time rushed in the direction of Malfurion.

"For the Queen of Spiders! For the Empire! For the glory of the Twelfth Legion!!!"

Tyrande knelt on the stable dragon's back, and prayed to the queen of the drow spider for blasphemous magic.

The first spell, the ethereal shadow energy, oozes out of her dark and delicate skin, transforming into the sacred phantom of the drow queen. The eight sharp spider legs in the lower body are terrifying, and the plump and seductive ketone body in the upper body makes the blood swell.

The second spell, the dark and faint energy entity, wrapped in a long bow carved with gold, turned into thousands of dark waning moons, exuding dark fluorescence.

With the third spell, Tyrande's body doubled, and his eyes and longbow burned with pitch-black flames at the same time. The slender and round thighs tightly clamped the dark dragon back. The high-speed air current lifted the white sacrificial robe with a high degree of splitting, revealing a fascinating and fascinating spring light in the dark night sky.

"Damn! The drow cavalry on the dragon's back is also a high-ranking priest! Neither of these are easy to mess with! How do the Persians detect intelligence? There is only one master who said that?"

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