Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After possessing this enchanted longbow, Painhurs has become a terrifying monster with cavalry speed and siege firepower. Each arrow will become more than two meters long after leaving the bowstring. , The killing weapon with the thickness of the child's arm, wrapped in the terrifying power of the warchief, and the endless anger, accompanied by the creepy whistling sound, tore out the trajectory of death in the air.

The dark skin of the purgatory horse and the simple leather armor of the Teflin archer can’t stop the terrifying edge of this death feather arrow. Each heavy spear is enough to tear and penetrate the head of the horse, and then, fiercely. Pierced the fragile chest of the Teflin rider behind.

A spear stained with scarlet blood and broken pieces of flesh accurately strung the horse and the rider together, causing them to fall and die at the same time. In front and back of the body, four delicate, red blood flowers bloomed at the same time.

The surviving archers shivered by this terrifying method of death. Whenever the whistling sound of the spear pierced the sky and resounded through the sky, all Tevlin would cry in fear! What's more, trembling on the horse's back, he took out his lucky charm from his pocket, and tremblingly called for relatives and friends, lovers, or the name of a **** of faith.

The enchanting bow in the hands of Painhurs exerted a killing performance far exceeding that of the previous master.

No one can see the trajectory of this spear.

No one understands where the white horse is aiming.

No one knows which hapless guy will be the next person to be shot!

Under the horrifying whistling sound, this extremely terrifying atmosphere suppressed the spirit and will of every pursuer, causing them to speed up their heartbeats and tremble all over, until a hapless person was caught by Pain Hess. Only when he was killed by his spear would be slightly relieved-but it won't be long before the next feather arrow was shot out of the bowstring by the pale white horse! Oppression again, destroying everyone's will!

Before long, the archers at the end of the team slowed down subconsciously and moved further and further away from the main unit.

Irushiel looked around, and she suddenly understood something. The white horse was not aiming at her servant. Every time he attacked, he aimed at the warrior next to him-this damned monster Intimidate yourself?

"call--"

Seeing that both sides had run far enough, Painhurs’s four slender, pale horses hooves slammed into the ground, and the whole person jumped into the air. He quickly twisted the man, horse, and the upper and lower spine, Using actions far beyond the imagination of the cavalry, he jumped in the air and turned 180 degrees! Changed the direction of his advancement, faced Teflin's chasing soldiers, and let out an angry roar!

In the process of running continuously, he shot a total of 32 feather arrows, which took about three minutes, which was a thousand feet away from the tent. In order to catch up with him, the other party was seriously out of touch with the large army, and the distance between the two parties was already very far away.

"The white horse is going to be killed!!!"

Perhaps, since the first feather arrow shot through the flesh and blood of war horses and soldiers, the soul of these Teflins has been deeply imprinted with the word "fear" by the pale white horse. When the monster turned its direction, retracted its enchanted longbow, and summoned its own halberd from Alona's quiver, all the survivors fell into an uncontrollable panic!

However, the agility of these cavalry is far inferior to that of a man and a horse. They turned to run, but they had to tighten the reins of the horse, slowing down, turning, and then speeding up and fleeing. With this time, the pale magician’s spell has already been chanted. carry out.

Along with the extremely strong arcane fluctuations, the warchief summoned a stormy sea composed of thousands of dead souls and skeletons. That wave of death, with his pale body, as the center of the vortex, whizzed everywhere! Teflin in the front row was overwhelmed in an instant.

Countless demons engulfing the energy of the undead roared, rushed, screamed, using non-existent fangs and claws to tear the flesh and blood of all the nearby half demons, letting their will be in this horrible picture. , The collapse collapsed!

"tread!!!"

With the wave of death that covered the sky and the sun, Painhurs launched an unstoppable death charge against the Centurion who was crippled by him. The thousands of ghosts constructed by the undead arcane, with the pale warlock As the center, while advancing forward, while shaking his horrible body, sending out a shocking death scream! As if waving the flag for his master!

The bloodthirsty murderous intent that permeated him was raised to the limit in the sound of horses' hoofs and the terrifying waves that swept the world. For a while, that fierce and terrifying aura was like an unforgettable one. The wave of apocalypse at the end suddenly appeared in front of her, and it was so oppressive that people could not breathe!

The half-devils widened their eyes in horror, and the pale white horse in the distance suddenly turned into a terrifying behemoth in the process of charging.

The monster has a huge body like a giant, rushing into the sky, disgusting sticky dark green skin, covered with crippling mucus, a pair of giant dragon wings, a little fan, can wind up the tyrannical wind, the most terrifying , Or his head-it was a giant octopus magnified countless times. I saw this evil beast that appeared out of thin air, sending out a terrifying roar like a mountain collapse and the ground cracked!

The terrifying sound waves raised the eight fleshy tentacles that grew on its chin high, revealing densely packed profanity suckers, as well as a huge mouth full of sharp fangs on top of each other!

That blasphemous and terrifying behemoth, every time it moves, it will set off a wave of fear constructed by thousands of dead souls. It is striding with death steps that can make all things tremble, roaring, roaring, screaming, and just like A moving dark green mountain range rushed toward the archers in a mighty manner! Every inch of skin is filled with crazy killing intent!

Before the dark green mountains crushed their bodies, they completely shattered the will and will of these half-humans and half-devils, making them wailing and fleeing!

Aura of horror, fear technique, ferocious aura.

After this set of terrifying offensives, let alone ordinary archers, even Iroshiel's eyes widened in horror, looking up at the behemoth of death that covered the sky, and could not speak. , Hurriedly meditating on the name of Astimus, relying on a firm belief, barely got rid of the threat of death.

However, the horse under her crotch was frightened and foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground. The shadow dancer on the horseback let out an exclamation, and subconsciously wanted to jump away from her mount: But In this era, Sassanid Persian did not have stirrup technology. In order to maintain balance, cavalry used belts to tie themselves firmly to the saddle to avoid falling from the horseback during close combat.

Along with the frightened war horse, Iroshiel fell to the ground severely, accompanied by the crisp and sweet cracking sound, the heavy war horse of more than 700 kilograms directly crushed the bones of her left leg! Let Yilu Xier let out a painful cry, and fainted under the double blow of the mind and body.

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The sky-reaching behemoth dissipated without a trace, and the phantom of death disappeared into nothingness.

The warchief was panting and knelt on the ground, his eyelids seemed to be tens of thousands of pounds. He hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and during the forty-eight hours, fighting, running, casting, and archery had hardly stopped. Every bone on his body was Shaking lightly, every nerve in the brain wailed in pain.

"No, I can't rest yet."

Painhurs couldn't resist the weight of his eyelids. He closed his eyes slightly and opened them suddenly. Inside the gold vertical pupils, densely covered with red bloodshot eyes, it looked particularly frightening.

"Sizzle—"

The pale warlock raised the back of his left hand, and slashed a shocking gap in the axe blade of the halberd. The blushing blood covered the black star with eight lights. Through the pain of the heart, he temporarily got rid of the endless Tiredness.

Painhurs dragged an overloaded body, panting heavily, and quickly walked forward, ready to end all these grudges with the Shadow Dancer, kill the commander of this hunting operation, help his people and get rid of Dilemma.

However, he was surprised to find that the shadow dancer and her horse were lying in a pool of blood, and the entire left leg was pressed by the purgatory horse.

"A living commander..."

The warchief quickly considered his future plans. What can a dead Tefrin do? Unload her eight pieces, starting from the head, send her limbs, flesh and blood, piece by piece to the opponent's camp, betting that the next commander is a coward and directly defeating the opponent's psychological defense.

So, what about a living Teflin? Prying intelligence from her mouth, being a hostage, in case you are besieged by the enemy, it seems good to be a hostage...

Thinking of this, Painhurs immediately retreated thirty feet away, and summoned a crystal clear tentacles, rendered the surface of the billions of crystals into a dark green evil spirit, and gently touched the opponent's right. On the arm, make sure that the other party is not pretending to be unconscious, and use one leg as a price to seduce yourself into the trap she carefully laid out.

After confirming that the opponent was really unconscious, the warchief bent his two pale front hooves, slammed his hands, lifted the horse weighing more than 700 kilograms, and threw it aside: Oh, this half-devil's left The leg is probably a comminuted fracture, the whole leg twisted and twisted like an earthworm.

The Pale Warlock quickly removed the opponent’s arms, broke off her fingers, took out the scimitars of flames and ice, and took off her mithril-forged chain mail blouse, revealing a large area of ​​delicate blood-colored skin, and well-trained With the perfect line, the ring on each slender red finger was removed, and every ornament on the slender neck that was as red as a flamingo was taken away by Pain Hess.

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