Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The ghost claws made up of vast black smoke fiercely tore at Chief Wind Howl's right arm. Although it did not cause any flesh and blood wounds, it infiltrated the opponent's six limbs with a biting chill.

Alakir shuddered, and for a while, he felt the blessing blade in his hand that was shining with thousands of electric lights, as heavy as the Caucasus Mountains, and he was unable to lift it up to meet the enemy!

Under the gauze of the stars, and the silver mask, the dark red eyes of the Shadow Dancer flashed with bloodthirsty killing intent. This time he will be able to cut off his head in a surprise attack.

"call--"

The Sasanian assassin's eyes widened in doubt, the burning blade went straight through the opponent's neck, and Al'Akir returned to his original elemental form at a critical juncture. The huge body of the centaur and half-horse turned into a mad and terrifying storm vortex, engulfing the shadow dancer, as well as the surrounding ice slag, charcoal, and everything, spinning, dancing, roaring, and It was thrown into the high sky!

"Wow!!!"

Under the high-speed rotation of the tornado, the dancers felt that their brains were shaken into a thick vortex. The intense dizziness and nausea rushed to their hearts, and they vomited all the food overnight, dizzy. In the meantime, I couldn't even tell the direction-but the huge storm vortex still showed no sign of stopping. I was like a small involuntary leaf, engulfed by the howling wind, blowing to other places.

Accompanied by the terrifying thunder rumblings, waves of lilac terror currents are also dancing wildly in the vortex of the storm. In the blink of an eye, there are two thick thunder snakes that hit the assassin’s legs heavily. Let her let out a heart-piercing mournful cry.

In a daze, the assassin saw the half magician, hurriedly approaching him-but the scarlet skin suddenly turned pale like ice and snow, and his weak body quickly swelled into strong muscles, even four more. Shenjun and fit pale horseshoes... Accompanied by the disappearing phantom, a great chief with some seaweed in the wet, silver hair tips, quickly approached himself!

It is another powerful phantom, his words just now are traps!

As for the mage? He is no different from those elves spellcasters. He is also a literati who has been confined in the mage tower all day, reading books, pursuing knowledge and power. After losing his magic, he is not as fast as a child. Once he falls into the scope of the anti-magic field , Immediately became a weak lamb to be slaughtered.

The warchief quickly caught up with the hapless mage, his left hand tightly grasped the opponent's shoulder, and the five fingers of his right hand, like iron tongs, clasped firmly on top of his head. As if twisting the bottle cap, the fierce head with devil horns, accompanied by the crisp and sweet cracking sound, revolved alive one hundred and eighty degrees on the neck!

The former mage's limbs, which were constantly twitching and twisting, instantly lost the vitality of life, fell weakly, and twisted into a crimson neck, spraying dripping blood in the sea.

After confirming that he had killed the opponent, Painhurs immediately used voice transmission to contact Al'Akir, and then created a phantom to trick the shadow dancer into a death trap woven by the two.

At the critical juncture, the shadow dancer reluctantly retracted the two scimitars into the scabbard. Faintly, she dropped off her silver mask, revealing a pretty scarlet face. She threw it upward, and the sunlight quickly passed through the silver mask, casting shadows on the assassin’s arms. And her vigorous body, in an instant, transformed into a twisted and wriggling shadow quagmire, merged with that shadow, and quickly disappeared inside the thunder vortex - this time, she really ran away.

When the four were screaming for a fierce battle, the soldiers on both sides also decided the victory and defeat. The right-stringed Teflin could not shake the tortoise battle formation of the legion. The archer who was responsible for supporting the shooting was at the bow and aft of the warship. In the endless shooting of two giant scorpion crossbows, they fell like weeds.

Every huge crossbow bolt can plow a **** death gully on a Sasanian-Persian warship. Soon, the remaining soldiers’ leather armor and cloth were also dyed red by the blood of their robes and hung all over their bodies. Full of broken flesh and blood that gradually became cold, wailing and losing the will to fight.

Seeing that the arrows biting on the shield became thinner and thinner. The legionary infantry immediately closed their shields and attacked, a thick-spine long sword, whistling towards the solid scales, hitting the brilliant sparks of the debut, the ten chief chanted a heavy and solemn prayer scripture, and summoned a complete handle. The hard-headed warhammer constructed from sacred energy roared and knocked on the opponent's head.

In an instant, the legion wiped out all the enemies. Some soldiers wielded a two-handed axe and slashed hard at the planks of the jumping gang. Accompanied by heavy muffled noises and flying sawdust, they destroyed them all.

On the other side, some wind howling warlocks armed with halberds, after repelling the half-devil attacks, in the boundless rage, they jumped to help the Sassanian battleship. The sharp halberds shredded their fragility. On the deck, the flesh-and-blood body shot out clusters of shocking blood poppies.

"Keep going!"

The centurion grabbed the scarlet cloak behind him, wiped the blood of the devil on the hard-headed hammer, and ordered the warship to move on. The Howling Centaur quickly withdrew, and also cut off the wooden planks connecting the two warships. The scorpion crossbow on the bow continued to make a deafening sound, sending a sturdy crossbow into the enemy ship in front.

————————————————

"Have you guys eaten! The centurion ordered us to move forward at full speed! Hurry up and paddle! Put my arms up! Hurry! Hurry up!"

At the bottom of the rowing warship, there are two dark, damp, narrow floors. Inside were stuffed with yellow-faced and thin-faced slave laborers who would never see the sun. They were firmly tied to the sides of the ship's gunwale by hemp ropes. Metal chains bound their thin wrists to the huge oars. A supervising recruit wielded his whip and berated them for working hard.

The slaves squeezed into the narrow space and uttered a mournful cry. They worked endlessly for several weeks, leaving their thin wrists, rough iron chains, and blood dripping. Every time the oars were shaken, the blood and blood were caused. The impact of iron can cause the piercing pain of these slaves.

"clang!!!"

Just as the slaves repeated their paddles mechanically, they suddenly hit some hard solid, and even though they tried their best, they could not move the oars at all!

At the same time, the surrounding air was falling rapidly, and only the slaves in a linen shirt were shaking.

PS: Ask for recommendation, ask for monthly ticket, ask for reward~ Your encouragement is the biggest motivation for the author to update~