Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Pain Hess, who had captured the longbow and quiver, sent away again without saying a word. However, the pale monster entwined with the four-color magic flame was deeply imprinted in the depths of everyone’s souls. They shivered, and their hearts were lingering.

The four-colored demon fire extinguished one by one, and the blood-colored sacred clothes disappeared with the wind.

Painhurs returned to his original state, and in the woods in the distance, he carefully looked at the spoils of the trip: the blood-stained brown quiver looked unremarkable, but it was just ordinary arrows sewn from animal skins. The bag is nothing more than a delicate treatment at the seam of the animal skins, and transformed into a long string of beautiful vines winding upward.

However, after careful observation, the pale warlock surprisingly discovered that this exquisite and small quiver was actually divided into three parts, each of which was an independent, different-dimensional space, and the inside was larger than the outside.

"Time Lord Technology."

Painhurs spit out at will. The first space contained a full sixty large feather arrows. The Pale Warlock randomly drew one out and played with it carefully: Sasanian Persian forging technology is good, and the iron arrow clusters. , Under the shining sun, refracted the sharp cold light.

In the second space, there are eighteen Roman javelins engraved with "PX" and Thunder.

The last space was very empty, with only a slender spear and a weird wand. The warchief threw a detection magic at will and found that it was actually an eternal wand that could be used every day. Conquer the enemy plane three times first.

Painhurs thought about it. He stored the compound longbow and the halberd that had accompanied him for many years. It still only took up two-thirds of the space. It seems that this thing can hold at least six similar long spears. , Longbow, and staff items.

The quiver of the strange thing Alona.

Holding this wonderful pair of quiver, a mysterious and mysterious feeling rushed into the heart of the warchief. With a slight movement in his heart, the compound longbow that was loaded into the quiver quickly disappeared into the quiver and appeared. In the palm of the Pale Warlock.

In the next second, another huge sharp arrow moved from the inside of the quiver to his fingertips in an instant. The feathers of the arrow steadily stopped between the white horse's right thumb, index finger, and middle finger, without any additional movements. !

The warchief withdrew the bow and arrow with satisfaction, chanted the mysterious spell, used detection magic to detect the large composite longbow, what is special about it-this weapon is first-class in terms of material and workmanship, and even There are thousands of intricate patterns composed of green vines and deep purple flowers carved on it. The strange purple and black flowers look like a death knell.

"Enchanted..."

Although it can be detected that this longbow has been enchanted, but I don’t know anything about his enchantment type, whether it is a tribe of horses or other vassal races, even the most developed elven colonists have not created strange things. And the craftsmanship of enchanting-the elves of Panticapone who specialize in making golems.

No way, the warchief bent his bow and arched his arrows, and with his arms, he pulled this enchanted longbow, which was thirsty for the warm flesh and blood of the original owner, into a beautiful full moon. The moment that the large arrow left the string, he was The magnification, size, quality, and lethality of a variety of magic is expanded several times at the same time! Catch up with the Roman Legion, the ammunition size of that field scorpion crossbow! Almost comparable to ordinary spears!

The natural strange power of the centaur and the terrible enchanting ability were superimposed together, resulting in a qualitative change. The spear screamed and tore the air, directly torn, through the trunk of a small tree, and sawdust dancing in the sky. Surrounded by the mud, he penetrated deeply into the ground, only a short tail of the arrow was still exposed to the air.

Painhurs looked at the longbow in his hand with joy, and gently stroked its bow. With this thing, why did the shadow dancer fight with him? She almost used up the number of shadow jumps...

Thinking of this, the warchief threw the enchanted longbow into Alona's quiver, and hung the exquisite and small skin bag on his back-this thing is really convenient, a small quiver. He solved the problem of wearing most of his weapons, and he didn't have much weight.

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On the other side, Irushiel and others quickly summoned all the soldiers back to defend. Al'Akir and his howling warlocks were surprised to find that the chasing soldiers had disappeared, and there was no one left. They finally had plenty of time. Come to rest and camp.

The white white horse galloped between the woods and returned to the shadow dancer's mobile camp for the third time. From two hundred feet away, he stared at his enemy: last time, he was only discovered when he was close to them by about one hundred feet.

I saw that those Teflin quickly collected the other relics of the archer to avoid being taken away by the horses and horses. Dozens of soldiers who barely recovered from their fears were guarding near the carriage, shivering, graceful and tall shadows. The dancer, wielding two enchanted scimitars, inspires the morale of everyone-she is not important, where is the Jackal Warlock?

Ah, I found you.

Accompanied by the chanting of inaudible spells, the warchief’s cold and bone-piercing golden vertical pupils burned two magnificent arcane fires, and saw the scene in the next few seconds: if you bend your bow and shoot at the jackal The human warlock, the other party will subconsciously hold their head and squat defense at the moment they hear the whistling sound - it seems that the guy's 4th ring spell slot is exhausted, and he won't even explode quickly.

Painhurs's left hand holding the bow gently moved down. A huge feather arrow instantly moved from Elona’s quiver to his fingertips. In time, he pulled the enchanted large longbow into a perfect full moon!

"call out!!!"

A sharp feather arrow suddenly swelled several times when it left the string, and turned into a terrifying spear with a wooden pole full of the thickness of a child's arm! Like a black lightning, it whizzed and pierced the back of the Jackal Warlock!

Sure enough, after hearing the howling of the arrow, the other party wailed, subconsciously hugged his head with his hands, clamped his tail and squatted on the ground. If it was normal, maybe the arrow would wipe the white scales of his claws and slid towards Far away.

However, the warchief had already predicted the opponent's actions. The sharp spear still maintained a terrifying killing performance after dipping a distance of more than two hundred feet. It was like a ruin, tearing the white scales on the back of the warlock, and Black hair.

The sharp arrow clusters, after passing through the opponent's chest, wrapped in thousands of broken pieces of flesh, and dripping blood, tore the dragon scales on his chest, and penetrated the entire jackal man's body!

The slender, rough wooden handle slashed his delicate flesh and blood viscera fiercely. The warlock was like a light and fragile object. The whole person was taken by the spear and flew out, leaving only a series of sad and pitiful things in the air. The wailing sound, and the miserable, bright **** traces, were nailed to the trunk by the side of the road! There was only a short tail of the arrow, still exposed behind the warlock, trembling and shaking gently in the air.

Before everyone could react from the panic, another terrifying spear flew from the sky and hit the jackal's head with precision.

The time between these two sharp arrows is almost zero, and the terrifying impact directly smashed the opponent's strong skull into countless small pieces! The torrent of death mixed with blood and brain pulp, entrapped in the powder of flesh and bones, splattered everywhere, smearing the scene into a scarlet hell.

Irushiel let out an angry roar, the shadow jumping ability has been exhausted, no way, she had to ride a purgatory horse, led a team of Tevlin archers, rushed in the direction where the arrow shot, continuous After two close fights, I have already understood the other party’s routines, the kind of open and close moves, as long as you are careful, it is impossible to hit one of your own hairs, and fight again, as long as you give yourself a little more time. There is still hope of victory!

The howling spear, the hope of the smasher shadow dancer.

Facing the mighty archer squad that had been killed, Painhurs turned back without hesitation, like a pale gust of wind, turning around and running amidst the sound of horses hoofs all day long. Four slender horseshoes full of explosive power, almost turned into four illusory afterimages, instantly opened the distance between the two sides.

Centaur is the ultimate combat unit, the perfect killing machine, and the limit pursued and desired by all cavalry. Represents a knight who can perfectly control and manipulate his war machine. Those purgatory horses could not match the speed of Painhurs in the first place. After carrying Teflin, the speed was even slower.

And the Teflin soldiers on horseback, if they use a long bow, they will be obstructed by the body of the horse, which forces them to use only a short recurve bow, and the shooting range is a bit worse than that of a horse and a horse!

While galloping forward, the pale white horse twisted its soft waist by 180 degrees behind it-where the human spine connects with the horse's spine, there are fifteen low, rounded spine joints on the upper and lower feet. There is one more cervical spine than the owl that can rotate 270. This greatly enhances the flexibility of their waist, which is the joint between the horse and the horse. Screw the waist to the side? It's as easy as breathing.

With the sound of howling arrows rubbed against the air, the plan of the Shadow Dancer was slowly shattered by the warchief. Irushiel found desperately that most of the feather arrows shot by the archers would be dodged by the horses and horses. The feather arrows that happened to hit with a few shots could not pierce the pale fur, and the double defense of the archmage's robe.

And the other party? The half-man, half-horse monster, every time it shoots a feather arrow, a fleeting blood-colored epiphany blooms on the head of a Teflin archer or warhorse.

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