Augustus Under the Horseshoe

This Phoenix Guard wearing a pure gold scale armour and a purple flame cloak, and the lord of their legion, are all destiny fighters who believe in Hextow and are brave and capable of fighting. The handle is also forged from pure gold and licked in the flames. Licking down, the sharp sword exuding deadly high temperature easily tore the flesh and blood protected by the heavy armor, harvesting the life of the green skin that was sent into the arena.

Suddenly, under the leadership of Forgrim, the Phoenix Guard wandered around the green skins that were teleported. The speed of the opponent's teleportation could not keep up with the killing efficiency of this group of destiny fighters. The large scorched dark green corpses. , Paved the ground of the battlefield.

Under their protection, several army wizards also hurriedly countered, destroying the disgusting green skin psychic energy, trying to prevent the opponent from casting spells.

"and many more--"

Fukun suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped several magicians who were casting spells, and said lightly to these puzzled spellcasters.

"Since that Roshan, which is seven meters long, can teleport his green-skinned soldiers into our position, does this mean that that ugly and disgusting thing has also entered your teleportation range?"

The mages widened their eyes and trembled violently all over, and quickly dissuaded the Phoenician Phoenix.

"This is too dangerous! The war commander! The opponent is Sulena! One of the most terrifying orcs in known records, WARBOSS! He led the Battle of Kalai, defeated the seven legions of the Republic head-on, and killed Krasu And during the crushing crusade of Trajan the Great, he retreated several times.

Hundreds of years later, this monster participated in the Battle of Edessa, once again defeated our legion, and captured the then Augustus: Valerian. A few hundred years later, this nightmare once again led his war gang, appeared in the Battle of Maranga, and killed another Augustus: Julian! Do you want to fight this horrible thing? ? ? "

The lord of the third legion did not speak. He looked around the battlefield. After paying the price of blood, the brave warrior finally repelled the cavalry of the big brother. The opponent's army was neatly formed, the blood flag was flying, and the pace of retreat was orderly. Those monsters with huge physique were not defeated at all, and they did not even suffer much casualties. They just obeyed WARBOSS’s orders, slowly withdrew from the battlefield, arrived at the right place, waited for the right time, and launched the second shock. The masses charge on the ground.

And around the circle, the mountains and plains are full of green frenzy! Hundreds of thousands of archers are still venting the rain of arrows to their soldiers!

The **** soldiers, after repelling the big brother, rejoiced for their short victory, a single soldier whose chest was torn apart by the orc's great axe! The dripping blood, accompanied by warm internal organs and intestines flowed all over the ground, he used the spear in his hand as a crutch, walked forward tremblingly, and took the **** and muddy sacred eagle flag from the corpse. In the sea of ​​blood, pick it up again and let it hunt in the wind again.

However, this has no meaning anymore, and no one applauds his feat. No one cheered for his behavior.

The soldier looked around in confusion. The centuries he belonged to had already been wiped out by the assault of the cavalry. The captain and brothers of the past fell into the hot sand. He was the only one left, still lingering on the battlefield.

The soldier didn’t know whether he wanted to cry or laugh for a while. He lost too much blood, and the scene before him began to be distorted, spinning, and in a daze. Accompanied by the creepy whistling sound, his dead fellow seemed to stand on the ground again. He started, his big cold hand, patted his shoulder vigorously, praising him for taking back the eagle flag.

The half-elf blinked, as if it was a glimmer of light, and regained a moment of sobriety-it turned out that it was not the former comrade who stood up again, but his **** body, which was like a rag, eventually fell back. Above the earth.

After the big guys retreated, the archers once again faced the gaps and rifts in the tortoise shell formation, pouring down a monstrous rain of arrows. The sharp arrow clusters that roared out became the last straw that crushed the camel. , Shot and killed the last soldier of the Centurion in the center of the Sea of ​​Blood on the Dead Mountain.

"It's all my fault! Their deaths are all my fault! A few weeks ago, I had already killed a legendary orc WARBOSS on the frontal battlefield! I killed tens of thousands of greenskins! I thought they I have lost! I thought these monsters had failed!!! That's why all the legions, all the power, and these insidious and cunning things are assembled for the second head-on battle! I want to completely wipe them out!!!"

Looking at the increasing **** casualties of the Legion, and listening to the soldiers' mourning and wailing, Fukun tore his silver hair in pain. The purple pupils are full of stern bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, with his white left hand, he firmly grasped the shoulder of the wizard, and said categorically.

"In the name of the Palestinian war commander, I order you to teleport me to the side of the green skin!"

"But, in the past, even two Augustus were defeated by this abominable green Roshan, you..."

The mage anxiously defended, trying to stop the suicidal beheading, but he was interrupted by Fukun’s bold words and aspirations. On his handsome face, there was no fear of endless death, no calmness of generosity to death. There was a confident smile at the corner of his mouth, blood-stained purplish pupils, burning with incomparably fanatical flames of anger.

"If I kill the green skin named Sulena, does it mean that I am stronger than the Augustus recorded in the history books?! Huh? If I kill the nightmare of the Empire The war chief, does it mean that I, Forgrim, have surpassed the sages in the long history!!!"

"but······"

"No but! You are a soldier! Carry out the order!"

The mage choked speechlessly for a while, and had to turn the gaze of the letter of appeal to the Phoenix Guards wearing blazing cloaks, hoping that these fate fighters could persuade their leader of the legion. However, those people were even more fanatical, and they flocked to them. Beside the war commander, he asked the mage to send all of them to the center of the enemy, and protect him from being disturbed by others when the war commander executed the beheading plan.

"Stop talking, commander of the legion."

A Phoenix Guard, looking at his master's hesitant face, said categorically.

"Just like you think that this operation is not to die, we also believe that this operation is to make history! Our upcoming achievements will make all the members of the Legion feel jealous! We will cover you and kill that A huge dark green mountain of meat! Forgrim and his Phoenix Guard! Ha! I can already imagine that the artists of the empire will do their best to carve this great moment on the marble rock wall! People admire! Please don't deprive us of our glory!!!"

"Okay! Your will!"

Seeing this group of lunatics who were going to die, but one by one with high spirits, the wizards gathered together helplessly and began to use the arcane magic of teleportation. In the Roman Empire, almost all the wizards were students trained by the White Tower. . They are not the kind of upper-class people in fantasy novels who are superior and superior. Instead, in studying magic, Makado the Handprinted, and various imperial mages, instilled a large number of soldiers' loyal thoughts of obeying orders, and even went out for exercises and training in their leisure time.

There is not so much a magic academy as it is a military academy that teaches magic knowledge. Almost all mages will unconditionally obey the lord of their legions. Of course, the master of every legion has at least a terrifying strength close to legend-this terrifying deterrence also makes the wizards dare not follow it.

Ten legions and nearly a thousand spellcasters, more than fifty wizards who mastered the magic of more than four rings, quickly assembled. They tore fifty huge gaps in the physical universe, each carrying two phoenix guards, Quickly disappeared in the golden door.

In the next second, fifty golden portals constructed by arcane magic bloom at the same time beside the green Roshan! The Phoenix Guards, wearing gold armor and purple robes on their shoulders, raised their long swords and tower shields high, shouting the names of Augustus and Hexto, like a drop of purple water droplets. , Fell into the green frenzy sweeping the world, stirring up an imperceptible little ripple.

"Succumb to my strength! Beasts!!!"

At the beginning of the teleportation, the lord of the third legion prayed to the **** of war for endless power, a **** of war phantom with six arms and six different weapons at the same time, exuding heinous killing intent, quickly covered The swelling and growing body of Upper Forgrim, the magic fire of disaster, is also blazing on his sharp blade!

Phoenician's phoenix, holding high the flame sword in his hand, he sacrificed a nine-ring magic that he prayed to the **** of war, turning that terrible power into scarlet and terrifying fire of war, and burning purple and gold at the same time The blazing long swords of, pitch black, and scarlet flames swept across WARBOSS's thick and burly dark green ankles like a stone pillar!

The terrible high temperature quickly melted the strong steel armor, and the rough leather skin was also quickly melted and deformed under the lick of the tongue of fire. It became extremely fragile like glass, and it was easily torn by sharp blades. There were countless pieces of dark green broken pieces.

Fukun swept through the fiery sword burning with the fire of the phoenix, and cut out a burnt black wound on the ankle of the imperial nightmare, but there was not a drop of blood, which could gush from the charred and solidified blood vessels. Out, tarnish the handsome face of the lord of the legion.

Sulena let out an angry roar, even if Fugen is ten feet tall, it is still very small compared to this huge Roshan, his belt is full of various magic instruments, and the outside is welded. The left arm of a circle of iron, like a metal meteor shining with psionic lightning, fell from the sky! The land touched by that huge palm is disintegrating into the tiniest dust and gravel at a speed visible to the naked eye!