Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Accompanied by the piercing and piercing sound, and howling with bloodthirsty wolves, the horses and horses shone from the full moon and ran to the setting sun. With their terrifying speed and the endless tricks and tricks of the great chief, they barely escaped. Passed the pace of the enemy's pursuit.

However, staying up all night made their tired body even worse, and the spell position could not be recovered. Several warlocks even stood on the ground on all fours and fell asleep directly.

Under the command of the devil, these wolves even knew the division of labor and cooperation. Half of them lay on the carriages carrying supplies and followed the troops on the backs of the wolves, slumbering, and after waking up at dusk, they quickly transferred to the horses and did not lose much energy. His new mount, converge with his companions, let them retreat to rest, and take over the hunting work at night.

But with the passage of time, the men and horses gradually figured out the situation, the north, south, east, and three directions, densely covered with sassan Persian cavalry squads, drove them to run west.

The warlocks pondered for a moment: Surrounding the three queasy, isn't this a hunting routine? Usually hunting yellow goats and deer play in this way. With the ability of long-distance raids of horses and horses, and the tracking skills of hunting dogs, those animals who are too frightened are thrown into the traps that they have already prepared.

"You can't go to the west! That's a trap! If we continue to run west, we will fall into the trap sooner or later, but other places..."

Painhurs also thought about the seriousness of the matter. This level upgrade allowed him to learn three brand new magics, namely the teleportation technique of the fifth ring, the ice-bound magic ball of the sixth ring, and the projection technique of the seventh ring. He can actually leave this place directly by relying on the teleportation technique. Ghost place, escape the hunt-but if you do that, it's better to just follow Quintuchus to evacuate from the beginning.

When a group of people was upset, a quiet village was suddenly exposed to the eyes of the people.

"What's the matter? Whose familiar is in charge of investigating here? Can't you see such a big village? Why don't you notify me in advance?"

The warchief's eyes widened in surprise. Some farmers who had just gotten up and were preparing to farm also walked out of the house one after another, looking at these half-man and half-horse monsters in the distance, and were dumbfounded.

"Goooooo—"

An owl who was in charge of night reconnaissance yelled aggrievedly. His master hurriedly translated: "Uh...Great Chief, she said that you only need to investigate the movements of the Jackal and the Demons. There are only a few half-elves here."

"In the future, after seeing the intelligent life and some important information, we will report them and kill them all, leaving none. I don't want to be found by those demons again."

The warchief irritably drew out a throwing axe, flicked his wrist, and threw it forward fiercely, causing the thing to roar in the air, whirling, roaring, and hitting a civilian’s chest heavily, in the surrounding crowd, In the horrible scream, a bright red flower bloomed. "Let’s do it."———————————————— The howling warlocks who have been betrayed once, faithfully implemented the command of the warchief. They are like lavender death storms, ruthless Is harvesting the lives of residents. Large monsters weighing one ton roared through the narrow alleyway, not to mention being hit by a halberd. Just being hit by these horrible things, ordinary people would break their bones and be horrified by the impact. , Thrown high into the sky. Some civilians screamed and wanted to escape, but their running speed was not even as fast as one-fifth of a centaur, not to mention the howling feather arrows. The half-elf could only watch the monster behind him, getting closer and closer. The ground under his feet trembled more and more violently, and in the end, it was either shot into a sieve by the rain of arrows that covered the sky, or was stabbed through the chest by those tall monsters. Painhurs walked on the carpet of flesh and blood paved by innocent civilians, listening to the howling warlocks, the wild and bloodthirsty roars, and the painful wailing with men, women and children, and he was indifferent and let his subordinates. In these elves, the pressure and anger accumulated in the past few days are vented.

"Leave! Monster! Get out of here!"

Suddenly, an adult man tremblingly picked up the pitchfork in his hand and stood in front of the Pale Warlock. Behind him, there was a beautiful female elf. It was strange to say that this person was actually in Pain Hesna. In the surging breath of death, there was no escape because of fear.

The chief did not say a word, and continued to think about the way out for the future. By the way, he took out a throwing axe and threw it at the human male, but was blocked by the opponent with a pitchfork, splashing in the clang of metal rubbing. Shoot out the scarlet Mars.

The man let out a painful cry, although he barely stopped the throwing axe, but the terrifying force, along the wooden pole, almost shattered his arm bones! Before he could react, the second throwing axe, accompanied by a terrible whistling sound, spun at himself-this time, he had no time to raise his weapon.

If he chooses to hide, the axe will hit the girl he wants to protect. If you don't avoid it, you will die because of it.

Painhurs tilted his neck with interest, wanting to see what choice the other party would make.

Sure enough, between life and death, under the pressure of death, the other party instantly bowed his head to dodge, let the rotating axe rub his scalp, and continue to fly back, and, in the pupils of the elf's fear, it changed. It grew bigger and bigger, and finally, completely flooded her vision, and on a delicate, beautiful face, a rain of scarlet blood splashed all over the sky.

"Do not!!!"

The man turned around in horror, exposing his back in front of the warchief’s eyes. The third throwing axe, wrapped in endless bloodthirsty intent, and a trace of madness, straightly shattered the opponent’s spine. .

Under the baptism of blood, Painhurs finally found a trace of sobriety in the panic and fleeing for several days.

"Everyone, listen up! The enemy we are facing is very cunning this time! The opponent is cruel, ruthless, like a cat and a mouse. With those **** wolves and cymbals, we are constantly consuming our physical strength and spirit-but, this What does it mean?" Painhurs roared loudly as he looked at the blood-stained men and horses.

"This shows that the commanders in charge of this hunt are afraid of us! They admit that they are not our opponents! That's why they adopt this tactic and slowly drain our physical strength! They must have a command headquarters, commanding countless Thousands of demons, wolves, follow our tracks!

But--the other party must go back to report the situation every once in a while, and if they flee like this, they will only die chronically. I will follow the jackals on the return journey to find their command post and turn it into a cemetery of flesh and blood! Let them tremble when they see the figure of the horses and horses, and they don't dare to chase them down, or even resist! The warlock who has awakened the invisibility technique raises his hand! ! ! "

The wind howling warlock was enthusiastic about the words of the warchief, but after hearing the prerequisite for the invisibility technique, everyone seemed to be splashed with cold water, and their heads hung down in frustration. You look at me, I look at you, no one raised their hands. Warlocks are not wizards. Although the number of spells they can cast every day is very large, they are not as good as wizards who can change the spells they remember every day. What arcane spells are awakened is what arcane spells are. And the Howling Warlock with the bloodline of the wind element, a body of arcane magic, tends to deform and shape energy. No one really knows how to play illusion.

"Aorakir, the command task is entrusted to you. I have shown you how to evade hunting many times, stepping back on my own hoofprints, crossing the river to hide the smell, and using dead leaves and branches to make a camouflage... Persevering until I come back, I want to see who is directing the hunting operation. I want him to pay the price, and I want him to be tortured a hundred times more cruelly than everyone else!"

After Painhurs put down his harsh words, carrying three throwing axes, a short bow, and a pot of feather arrows, he left the team, alone, and rushed to the encirclement and suppression army of the jackals.

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