Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar four hundred years, Julius month, the eighteenth. (June 18, 400 AD)

Chirichia

Pain Hess took a hundred and fifty-seven wind howling horses and horses, galloping fast in the virgin forest, until the flying Demon gave up chasing and returned to his life, he relaxed and breathed a long breath.

A fatal feeling of hunger, like a plague, quickly infected all the warlocks, as if there was a big hand, clenching their stomachs, making the horses weak and unable to fight.

The natural advantage of a height of 2.3 meters, a weight of one ton, and the unity of human and horse structure give these grassland athletes extremely terrifying fighting capabilities, but with it, more terrifying food consumption.

Many warlocks had been fighting for half a day, and after a few hours of frantic fleeing, they had no strength at all. Some horses and horses slumped directly to the ground, breathing the air in the forest with big mouths, and the abdomen of the steed's lower body was accompanied by heavy and violent breathing. The sound, like a blower, keeps shrinking and twitching.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh tonight

The warchief resisted his weak body, hungry stomach, and the howling warlocks, personally looking for the nearby thorns and vines. When escaping, they deliberately brought a chain mail torn by the horned demon, stringing broken and twisted iron rings on the vines, and then tied them between the two big trees as a warning trip. rope.

Others, looking for some more comfortable branches, sharpened the top with a knife, used as a stake to resist the horse, or a javelin for throwing. They are now out of bows, arrows, javelins, and metal, and there are few spell slots left, the only one His support is the dagger and the halberd.

"Okay, the external defense is almost done. I will spend the night here today. You half, don't eat first, and stay alert nearby."

After completing the external defensive barrier, Painhurs divided the remaining soldiers into two parts, taking turns to eat and rest.

"You have made some fuss, warchief?"

Several extremely tired men and horses raised their heads with a bit of resentment, and finally completed a simple defensive camp, but still couldn't eat: they had endured to the limit.

"This is not the prairie of our hometown, but a dangerous and enemy-occupied area! If you want to survive, you must be fully prepared, and you must not relax for a moment! If we are all resting and eating, in case the demons come over. How to do?"

Painhurs seriously pulled out the halberd behind his back, staring at their aggrieved faces stained with mud and blood.

"Are you tired? I have fought like you to this day! The same drop of water has not entered. Come here! I will take you personally to occupy the first round of posts!"

Looking at the overwhelmingly dissatisfied, the warchief himself took half of the soldiers who were exhausted to the extreme, and was on guard around him.

This kind of hands-on approach left the soldiers who were full of complaints speechless, so they had to follow their chiefs and guard the surroundings.

Soon, the other half of the soldiers filled their stomachs with the Roman army rations, as well as the soybeans and dried meat they brought from Gredinian, and spontaneously went to guard and guard. Let the other half of the compatriots, and their warchief, rest and eat.

Painhurs gobbled up the spare grain and opened the map recorded and described by the Greymane veteran. And through the high-altitude vision of the little devil, trying to determine where he is.

If you advance at full speed, your own mobile, agile force may not be able to pass through the mountains of Cilicia in three or four days.

However, if you want to bypass some important fortresses, fortresses, this time may be doubled, not to mention...

The warchief touched the cloth bag that was almost exhausted, and sighed. He was too rushed when retreating and couldn't bring too much food. This meal was almost nine out of ten, and he had to find a way to get something to eat. .

After eating and drinking, the Centaur finally recovered a little physical strength and began to arrange the task of vigil.

This time, the warchief did not participate, because he was the strongest existence in this group. Only the pale warlock, who restored the spell position through sufficient rest, could have a greater chance of winning in future battles.

In the dream, the blood-colored river that fell from the sky whistled and fell on the rock wall of the Crystal Mountain Range, slowly filling those drained blood pools.

Suddenly, a terrible change took place in the whole brilliant and magnificent crystal mountain range. Amidst the shaking and trembling of the mountain, more blood pools were slowly taking shape, and the blood-colored pool on the top of the mountain? Gradually, it was completely covered by a giant tree in the sky constructed by arcane magic.

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