Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Projection is the weird magic of the caster absorbing the shadow energy from the plane of shadow to create a half-truth, but the appearance and posture are exactly the same as their own phantom puppet. This projected mirror image of the virtual body looks and sounds , It even smells exactly the same as the caster, but it cannot be touched. Between the two, there is a dashed link that cannot be perceived by any means.

Painhurs could observe through the eyes of the puppet, or listen through its ears, as if he was in the place where it was.

If the Pale Warlock is willing, he can even transmit his arcane power instantly through the dotted line that links the body and the puppet, allowing the puppet to perform any magic under his control!

The only restriction is that the puppet can't cast all spells on his fictitious body except illusion spells.

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The corners of Painhurs' pale mouth raised an excited smile. The half-devil was very vigilant about his magical horror's killing ability, and always avoided getting into close combat with him.

Therefore, the warchief took advantage of the moment when the flames and ice eroded each other, placed a mirror image puppet beside him, and applied invisibility, and then quickly ran backwards, waiting for the archer or spellcaster to focus all on himself. , When you are eager to kill and run wildly, you will come to the side of the invisible puppet.

Drops of cold sweat exuding infinite fear, instantly covered with Teflin's delicate pink skin, its heavy breathing disguised, like the drumbeat of the doomsday, and the steps of death, sounded in my ears! A crystal clear tentacles stretched out his magnificent, gorgeous transparent body, peeling off the white horse's arm, and it became bigger and bigger inside the other's terrified pupils!

"Stop him!"

When life and death mattered, the jackal grabbed the air fiercely, spreading tufts of ugly black hairy white scales, and even touched the realm of time. He brought himself in the next few seconds to the present time and space, panicking. The flustered chanting spells, condensed, guided, released a beam of ultimate magical energy, bombarded the pale puppet's body heavily, causing a twisted, chaotic arcane ripple.

However, the arcane structure of these seven rings is too sophisticated and complicated. The arcane accomplishments of the pale white horse are also on top of the jackal with dragon blood flowing in it. Not only did it fail to disarm the opponent's spells, but also because of the rapid burst of backlash , Passed in a coma for a short time.

Time is conserved. The Jackal at this point in time assisted himself in singing and casting spells for three seconds in the past. Then, his spirit and soul will also fall into a coma at this time.

"Solve one."

The death energy entwined on the black crystal quickly ate away and deprived the female archer of the life and soul. She let out a desperate wailing, a surging jet of black smoke, like a wave of death, whizzing out of her. His mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes! Screaming, frolicking, laughing strangely, rushing to the high clouds!

The night caress, which was enough to tear out large festering scars on the adult green dragon and Titan Skug, almost instantly destroyed the body of this half-devil, pieces of tender pink flesh, at midnight’s It fell apart in the touch, and the whole person collapsed like a pink tall building.

The wave of blood covering the sky and the sun, wrapped in countless pieces of flesh and blood, centered on repeated black smoke, rushed in all directions.

With one hit, the pale puppet once again concealed his figure, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to launch a second round of terrifying offensive.

Irushiel couldn't help it anymore. She originally wanted those people to be used as bait to hold Painhurs for a few rounds, and then wait for the opportunity to appear and launch a deadly sneak attack.

However, the lion prince of Armenia, his equipment is luxurious and expensive to the extreme. The price of casting that fine gold scale armor, fine gold chain armor, and the sun wheel is enough to arm a thousand-man army, but he just Launching a round of charge, his heart was almost pierced by the sharp blade of the white horse.

That half-elf, half-devil, extremely special Teflin clan, the archers they cultivated are simply a mobile siege weapon, but they were still torn to flesh and blood by the magic of the dead within one round. Crumbs.

The Jackal Warlock with dragon blood flowing in his body was even more unconscious because of the side effects of his spell, and the puppet once again concealed his figure...If he didn't do anything, he would have no chance at all!

Accompanied by the boiling shadows, wriggling quagmire, thousands of mud spots, transformed into a shadow dancer with death and killing intent under the shroud of stars and gauze.

The scimitar in his right hand, accompanied by a deep chill, shone with a poignant and icy blue light, as if there was a gust of wind, wrapped in thousands of crystal chips and snowflakes, near the blade. dance to tune.

The left hand scimitar exudes waves of heat, bursting out dark red flames, and rounds of dark red **** flames, turning into fiery flame vortexes, whistling around the entire scimitar.

Under the double background of ice and flames, Irushiel is like a beautiful sculpture emerging from the shadow, with a graceful and graceful body, wearing a light and beautiful chain armor silver shirt. The mask on the top of the head was accompanied by a vast sea of ​​stars embroidered with silk gauze hanging down to the ankles. Under the shining of two beams of icy blue and red, the sky shone with beautiful stars.

"Sizzle!"

The speed of the Shadow Dancer is as fast as lightning. In front of her graceful dance and deadly attack like a beast, the pale warlock's defensive counterattack is as clumsy as a child.

Accompanied by the piercing sound of metal cutting flesh and blood, Irushiel instantly circumvented the blocking halberd, tearing a pair of faint scars on both sides of Painhurs's face, and a flesh and blood froze and spewed out. Yin Hong's blood was instantly frozen into crystal clear scarlet crystals. Another raging flame, a terrifying high temperature, melted and solidified the broken blood vessels in an instant.

"Sure enough, it's you! Damn assassin!"

Pain Hess recognized the terrifying enemy at a glance, the golden witchcraft crown, flashed with weird and unpredictable pink light, and in an instant, surging magical energy, roaring and gushing out. The black stars with eight awns, like a long river of hot, boiling blood, entangled the limbs of the warchief! In the dark, there seemed to be a scarlet **** wearing a brass armor. He stretched out a pair of burly arms to help the pale white horse and held the halberd in his hand.

Four-ring magic: magical power.

Irushiel cursed secretly. The pale monster had anticipated his arrival, and almost subconsciously avoided his assassination offensive. The equestrian warlock who had hardly studied melee combat, as long as he entered the body, he was burning with blood and **** energy. In a state of war, he has enough experience to evenly share with himself in personal hand-to-hand combat!

Why can this warlock use divine magic? Is the other party really a demon prince?

The knives and halberds intersected, and in the sharp clanging sound, the two of them fought dimly, regardless of victory or defeat, shooting out countless brilliant sparks and terrifying halberds, opening and closing in the hands of the horses and horses, fierce and fierce. Wushuang, every offensive, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, bombarded a huge hole on the ground, or cut it off, smashing the nearby lush trees, Irushiel had no doubt, as long as he was caught by that With a hit of the halberd, the bones will be beaten to dust.

As for the Shadow Dancer, although the power is not as strong as the horses and horses, she is like a ghost and is extremely agile. Two enchanted scimitars draw countless elegant trajectories of flames and ice in the air, falling on the opponent's body like a storm. Above, although he hits Painhurs several times, it is difficult to cause decisive damage in the face of that ton of multiple behemoths, the light and quick scimitar, and only leaves a trail of seemingly terrifying, in fact, only Elemental scars that hurt the fur,

"It's now!"

Many shadow dancers took on the task of scouts. They were not in the camp. Only three assassins remained beside Irushiel. Two of them were still in the initial raid and were counter-killed by the men and women. But now There is also the last shadow dancer, hiding in the dark shadows. While the two are fighting, they quietly emerge from the shadows. A pair of sharp daggers reflects the poisonous cold light.

The assassin held his breath, for fear that the opponent would notice his breathing, appearing on the front and sides of the horse, would be exposed to his field of vision, appearing in the back, would be kicked by the opponent's rear hoof comparable to a siege hammer. Fei-this is the lesson of blood that Da Mu's protector used in exchange for a fine gold armor.

Therefore, the assassin chose to jump into the shade of the treetops, falling from the sky like a ghost in the night! Near, near, nearer!

Just as the blade of extracting poison was about to pierce the back of the pale warlock, a scarlet evil little devil suddenly showed his body and called out loud!

"There are assassins on it!!!"

"boom!!!"

The Pale Warlock waved his halberd with his right hand and slashed at the shadow dancer again. He was also gently avoided by the opponent. At the same time, he clenched a fist with five fingers in his left hand and waved forward: wearing it on the ring finger, Nayuhe Bronze, a siege ring cast in the shape of a goat skull, instantly burst out a terrifying shock wave, directly blasting Iroshiel out!

Although the men and horses of the fifth century AD did not care about which finger to wear the ring on their left hand, Painhurs, as the warchief, introduced the future traditions into his tribe. I found a lot of siege rings on my body, so I picked three and wore them on the ring finger of my left hand and sister Christina.

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