Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Under the coercion of a group of black fangs, the dead poet reluctantly walked into Cesonisus in the extremely respectful welcoming of the Gothic barbarians. The city has continuously changed its appearance within a few years.

She was first a barbarian fortress with a Nordic style built on the ruins of the elves. The marble ruins, and countless rough stones and wooden boards were forcibly pieced together and merged together.

After being destroyed by an ogre for half a block, Horus was ambitious and sent his people the blessing of the wolves. The broken building materials simply built up simple and rough barren dens, but the king’s palace. , The repair is more glamorous.

After the Eastern Gothic supreme kingship was passed to Asana's hands, she drastically reformed the capital of the tribe, freed the northern barbarians from the curse of beastization, and converted to the **** of punishment, the central square of the city. , Is standing with his perfect sculpture, the height of the hard-headed hammer in his hand is even higher than the top of the palace repaired by the predecessor High King.

And those broken buildings, simple animal dens, and streets, densely packed paw prints, scratches, all were demolished and repaired. The new buildings are full of fancy pointed arches, ribbed vaults, and flying arches. It looks like...

The well-informed dead poet thought for a while, and suddenly reacted. Isn't this the Roman architecture that the bard from the south sang, singing?

Peanna looked around the street suspiciously and found that among the blond, blue-eyed, short but burly barbarians, some strange figures were mixed in: although they are both human, they are thinner and shorter than the rough and bold Goths. . The black short hair was well combed, unlike the people of the Supreme King, who casually draped the long golden hair on his strong shoulders.

"Ah, honorable messengers, those people are missionaries from the south."

As if seeing the doubts of the dead poets, the Gothic man in charge of leading the way explained hurriedly.

"In order to restore our strength as soon as possible, the Supreme King sought assistance from the Holy See in the South in the name of the followers of the God of Punishment: These sect brothers from the South brought us a lot of religious and architectural knowledge. The sculptures are also built by them."

"That's it."

Payana nodded lightly, knowing what her warchief was worried about.

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After hearing that Diodosia, the tribal capital, the royal court of horses and horses, had sent more than fifty individual horse envoys, Asana and her Goths also fell into a state of tension and organized a lively banquet in an orderly manner. , Invite these half-man, half-horse monsters to participate in the meeting.

The black fangs are hidden in the dark and will naturally not appear. Peanna also placed most of her clan outside just in case, and only brought her most trusted thirteen bards, step by step into the Gothic palace.

"Welcome, guests from afar,"

Wearing a gorgeous robe made of silk and a supreme crown forged with gold and precious stones, Asana personally greeted allies from the east.

"May your kingdom grow stronger and stronger, dear Supreme King."

The leader of the poem of the dead, directly used the tedious etiquette of the Romans, instead of the bold meeting ceremony of the horses and horses, to express his hypocritical respect to the believers of the **** of punishment. Sagittarius is generally rectal, and the temperament is more anxious. However, these Mortalian cubs obviously inherited more forbearance and cunning that belonged to the Green Dragon.

"You came here from Theodosia, do you want to bring any task to my people?"

At the banquet, Asana took a sip of the ale in the pottery bowl, and vigilantly asked the poet who died.

"Ah, dear Supreme King. The statue of the **** you built in the middle of the city is really lifelike! Every inch of detail is so beautifully carved! It's amazing."

Peanna didn't mean to answer at all. After drank the ale in her hand, she praised her sculpture vigorously

"Look at the warchief in our house. It has been so long. The altar of Skerrit has not been successfully built. Even the most fanatical group of Druids have not protested at all."

To show respect for the future, the Supreme King had to drink up the contents of the cup and continue to ask questions.

"This time I became a mercenary of the Eastern Roman Empire and went to war in the south. The green-skinned orcs did not participate because they were responsible for the war in the north. But, why, the respected warchief, did not let my Goths go south? Is it not strong enough? Is our army not loyal enough? Or does the tribe have other tasks to give to us?"

"You think too much. Your kingdom has just emerged from the shadow of beastization and requires a lot of manpower and material resources to rebuild. Therefore, the warchief did not want to embarrass you-I have to say, Chessonsus, it has changed more than ever. Beautiful, all kinds of suspended domes with exquisite reliefs, like a rainbow, decorating every inch of the city’s streets, ah, if I want to settle down in this beautiful city, what price will I have to pay?"

Peanna raised her glass again to salute. At this time, several barely dressed goth dancers were also dancing in the banquet center, accompanied by an elegant melody.

"Thank you for your compliment. If you want, I can make some large houses specially for you in the city and give it to you."

The topic was pulled away twice in a row, Asana frowned slightly, and then asked again. Damn it, which clan are these people? Lived with the Bloodfury clan of Painhurs for so long, and fought side by side to win the civil war.

However, I seem to have never seen a clan of people and horses who would use tattoos to engrave human skin. "However, the elves of Panticapone, they followed the people south. As far as I know, the condition of those long ears is even more unbearable than ours."

"Don’t discuss these annoying things at the banquet, Supreme King, your architectural sculptures are of extraordinary level, and we are willing to bow down. But the level of singing and dancing is a bit boring. Why, we both send the best dancers to let Is your banquet more colorful?"

Without waiting for the Supreme King's consent, Peanna waved her hand. Those green dragon scales were disguised as verdant leaves, supporting the delicate blue rose in her palm.

After obtaining the consent of the chief, several dead poets who were specifically responsible for infiltration and investigation stood out in the nervous eyes of the guests, gently took out the musical instruments from their waists, and galloped around the entire conference hall, playing a song of boundlessness. Vigorous nomadic ballads.

Seeing that these people are not wearing any armor at all, except for a thin layer of veil that can see skin tattoos and strange musical instruments, they hardly carry weapons. The vigilance of the Gothic barbarians is also slow. Put it down and enjoy the unique artistic style.

Although they can't understand the words in Muzu language, they can appreciate the beauty of the music.

The lord of the dead poets closed his eyes intoxicated, and slowly shook his beautiful body following the beat of the music. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched these "guests" quietly cast themselves on the magic of the language, and could briefly understand the beautiful singing voice of the dead in poetry.

Um, what I'm playing now seems to be a short history of the past. These monsters don't use words and books to record history, but instead choose the ambiguous thing like poetry, which is quite rhyming.

After a few "guests" determined that the centaur was really singing, they finally put down all their vigilance.

However, the people and Peanna outside the banquet understood the inside story hidden under the ballad.

What they just sang was "Grithri, the King of the Kings", the tenth generation of the most high king in the centuries. He was as stunned as collecting stamps. In the end, because of excessive indulgence, the palace was corrupted by the devil. , Even as a bed partner, enter the royal court of men and horses grandiosely.

Well, singing this at this time shows that they have discovered a large number of Roman secrets while jumping around the banquet and singing.

At the end of the song, the dead poets sang the second song. This is a simple and cheerful nursery rhyme. In the cheerful tone of a pony, they count their livestock. The lyrics are basically counting sheep, cows, and horses.

However, these people changed the numbers, from one to ten and they stopped counting, and they didn't count the number of horses.

There are at least ten priests from Rome, but they don't seem to be particularly strong, at least within the range that they can handle?

The bard who attended the banquet and heard singing outside had a general understanding of the situation.

At the same time, the bard who sang slowly played the ecstasy music, the hidden secrets, until it didn't feel strange-in order to make the guests of the banquet want to die in the gentle country, temporarily get rid of this The **** real world, the empire banquet, the quality and quantity of Ecstasy performances are not comparable here, and the atmosphere of the scene is heaven and earth.

However, the beat of the entire banquet was already unknowingly, completely under the control of the dead poet.

Seeing that the time is almost there. Peanna even picked up the wine in the glass, folded her arms around her, gently opened her touching red lips, and drank it all. Two cute little tiger teeth suddenly secreted a few drops of colorless and transparent The toxin gently fell into the bottom of the cup.

The pair of cute tiger fangs are exactly the same as the fangs of the green dragon or the poisonous snake, connected to the venom gland, and the hollow inside.

Seeing the bottom of the wine glass, the fascinated and somewhat tranced attendants hurriedly refilled the lord of the dead poets, Peanna gracefully shook the pottery bowl in her hand, trying to make a few drops of venom at the bottom of the cup, Mix the bowl of wine and water evenly.

Think about it carefully, Mortalian is dead, and his own backstage also disappears with the fall of the dark dense forest. In Gredingenian Peninsula, only Painhes is the most powerful, and only the forces of men and horses stand. The vertex, my own thorns can only exist by clinging to them, and the Romans in the sky, as well as these so-called tribe members, are not worth mentioning.

"This glass of wine, to the Supreme King!"

After being completely connected, the Lord of the Poems of the Dead gently stood up from the seat. The other party was a human being. She followed the aesthetics of walking creatures, shaking her slender waist and the soft mountains in front of her chest to the greatest extent. Slowly walked to Asana's side, raised the pottery bowl aloft, and clinked glasses with each other.

In this process, Peanna took advantage of her height and deliberately raised the constantly shaking pottery bowl a little bit higher. During the collision, there were countless poisonous drops of wine and a touch of constantly shaking in the bowl. The waves gently spilled into the other party's wine.

"Sovereign King, how do you feel about the talents of my people?"

Payana stared closely into the other's eyes.

"Yes, it has a unique charm with our music."

After drinking the poisoned wine, the eyes of the Supreme King were already covered with a gray haze.

"Ha, these little ponies are so tender, let me sing a song for you myself, how about?"

The Lord of the Poems of the Dead flipped his hands and immediately transformed into an antique string.

"Oh? Of course it is!"

Asana felt a little dizzy in front of her eyes, but she didn't think much about it. It was just a normal reaction to drinking too much alcohol.

After seeing the other party's reaction, Peanna finally revealed that hideous face hidden behind her smile! The round pupils instantly turned into the sharp appearance of cold-blooded creatures!

In the ballad that lingered around the beam and fascinated everyone, the poets of the dead had completed their own magic and terrifying arcane energy that could dominate mankind, whizzing, roaring, and dancing in the hall of the banquet, Stir up the thousand layers of waves! ! !

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