Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After a day's voyage, this mighty fleet finally arrived on the south bank of Gredingenian. Looking at the familiar seaside castle, the magnificent pasture, and the wives and children waiting for their return, all the soldiers present cheered for joy. , The boat didn't stop, and it jumped all four hoofs, and the whole horse jumped onto the shore like a meteor, thinking about meeting with his family.

The relatives of the soldiers who died in a foreign land also received several times the compensation: In order to avoid the impact of tens of thousands of Sudles gold coins on the nomadic market, the warchief simply found one in the Royal Court of the Centaur. In the furnace, the remaining unspent gold coins of Sudlers were melted and reduced into gold by several blacksmiths, and circulated in the market according to their weight.

However, several goldsmiths from the Jinlu clan, as well as the Teflin jewelers brought from the south, united together, exchanging metallurgy and casting techniques. Those half-moons frowned for fear that their skills were not good. Pain Hess, slashed with a single knife, so he did his best to cast a whole set of ingenious gold jewelry for the two spouses of the warchief, which was flatteringly dedicated to the pale warlock.

Although, Christina once said: Ironware is the best decoration for a warrior. However, at that time, blood, anger, and poverty, let alone gold, the cattle and sheep were just full, and the clan's armor rate was also low and pitiful.

But now it’s different. If the previous men and horses were just a terrifying predator on the grassland, then under the leadership of Painhurs, they took a stroll to the world’s top empire and got a bunch of hands. After materials and technology, the small tribe on Gredinian has almost become the top of the food chain on the grassland!

Besides, which girl can refuse this shiny gold jewelry.

After returning to Diodosia, the Warchief calmed down the hearts of the people, and stopped by Heniwell's camp, visited the former teacher, and took out a lot of arcane books that he had brought back from Rome.

However, the drow, who had long wanted to be dissatisfied, didn't even look at the gifts his students brought back. He directly untied his flimsy clothes, slender and slender, with no trace of fat on his black legs, and knelt gently on Pain Hess's. Under the horse's belly, those slender, delicate hands that were as dark as midnight, and lips that could be broken by blowing bombs, desperately asked for their own food.

At the end, Heniwell gently touched the corners of her charming lavender mouth and wiped off the viscous liquid on it. While teasing his student with an extremely charming look, he put that finger into his lips and gently sucked.

Soon, the warchief couldn't hold it under the drow's teasing, and rushed forward, but he was easily avoided by Henrival, and disappeared in place with the twisted light and shadow. After a few seconds, Then he took out his drow happy rope again and appeared beside Painhurs.

Although the strength is much stronger than this black-skinned elf, in this kind of thing, Heniwell will always take the initiative. She hums a small song and tied a few strong belts on the white horse's abdomen to confirm that the gap road can be used. After getting in, the whole person got into it again.

But this time, she was facing upwards, and the whole person swayed back and forth like a swing. On top of the pitch-black and soft twin peaks, a pair of crystal clear grapes, accompanied by Herniwell's swaying attractive ketone body, kept rubbing. With the pale abdomen of the warchief, teasing each other's desires.

Every time it shook forward, the drow's jade-black abdomen would relax, and accompanied by the sound of the friction between the flesh and the liquid, it would sigh of relief.

And every time he shook it backwards, Herniwell would convulse all over her body from poking Huaxin directly, and let out bursts of satisfying whispers.

After a while, when Painhurs swayed back in the opposite direction, she mischievously raised her two front hooves, causing her to sink downwards-the warchief swears, which Heniwell issued that day The sound of joy is definitely the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my life.

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The next day, the warchief returned to his previous working status and began to inquire about the current status of the tribe.

The first is the armor. The 30,000 to forty thousand terrifying half-human and half-horse, the previous armor coverage rate was only about 40%, but he almost replaced all the commissions with armor and brought it back to the tribe. Nowadays, with the influx of a large number of Roman chain armor and Persian scale armor, every man and horse can wear iron armor, and the armor coverage rate is as high as 100%!

Of course, many people and horses still need to put the armor on the spare horses when fighting. With the terrifying speed and Parthian archery, they can assist the entire army in fighting. With a drape on his body, watching the rain of bullets from the enemy, on these armors forged by Roman and Persian master craftsmen, a string of bright sparks was hit.

There is also the cattle and sheep livestock system. Gredinian's grassland is originally a fertile and lush land. Without the ravages of war, after these peaceful developments over time, the entire herd has grown stronger.

The warm and moist soil, gently stroking the horseshoe of the warchief, a breeze full of green grass fragrant, and the green grass fields that can not be seen at a glance, have their heads drooped, revealing as many clouds as the sky. White flock of sheep.

Panticapone’s reconstruction work is coming to an end, and the local elves have recovered. I don’t know if it is apartheid or what the mess is. Song of Sabina Blue Sky came to visit several times under the pretext of pregnancy. Trying to give birth to a centaur and half-elf mixed-race child-or, this cold-faced iceberg that only becomes shy and dissolute only in the top, unknowingly fell in love with this kind of two-person sport.

Those half-human satyrs were also on the grassland allocated by the warchief, regaining their vitality, waiting for the tribe's dispatch.

The barbarians of the Eastern Gothic kingdoms, although they are mixed with many Roman spies, Painhus is also lazy to create friction with the huge empire of the south for such trivial matters. Anyway, those dead poets have already taken control of Dong Ge. The special Supreme King, and a bunch of nobles, let's do this before thinking of a complete solution.

Finally, it is the orc clan of the beast Onado, as well as the army of goblins from Gallywix. It is said that they have smashed the northern coast of the Black Sea all over. All the nomads and monsters active in this area, if you don’t join the tribe, They will be wiped out cleanly with a terrifying force ratio.

"However, King Gallivex wrote you a letter to the Warchief, complaining about two things."

A man and horse who looked a bit refined, said with some solemnity.

"He said, those **** orcs are so addicted to fighting, he can recover from several goblin warfare gangs, but at the last minute he was chopped off by those evil suns and green skins. The goblins who could have served for the tribe couldn't stand their eyes on them. .

Moreover, the local goblins are like rabbits all over the grassland. They are neither willing to be enemies of the tribe nor joining us, so they burrow in the ground and hide, which is very troublesome to find. "

The warchief thought for a moment. Those greenskins are indeed troublesome, but there is no way. They are the only members of the tribe who can make siege machines, whether it is a centaur, or the elves of Panticapone, or an Eastern Gothic barbarian. , Have tried to imitate their catapult, no, it was a bomber, but they all ended in failure. All the craftsmen were at a loss, and some were even unable to start.

"Summon all the orcs and Leonardo the beast, and cultivate for a period of time. Let's take down the land north of the Caucasus Mountains, between the Black Sea and the Caspian Sea. For this, I need his siege troops."

Painhurs picked up a roll of sheepskin and quickly filled it with words in Common Language.

"As for the goblins hiding in the sea of ​​grass, take this, go to Gary Vickers, and let him work as written on it."

"Your will."

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Salmatia Steppe

In the scorching heat of July, the vast grassland unexpectedly hits an invisible chill. In the next few months, I am afraid that a severe white disaster will come again. However, the southern army who call themselves "tribes" are like crazy to sweep their own homes. Pasture, the food for the winter is completely unprepared...

In the barracks of the Garrivix goblin army, a large number of them were captured, but the bear goblins, hobgoblins, and even hundreds of goblin captives who refused to claim their courts had seen or heard an inexplicable document.

What kind of captain, chief, centurion, captain... a bunch of inexplicable titles, behind that, there are a lot of rewards, how many animals are given to the post, and how much silver is given every month , Gold, if it is not enough, take livestock as mortgage...

Although I don't quite understand what it means, the reward is indeed too tempting.

"Huh! Very good! Captives!"

Gary Vickers shook his bloated six-fold chin. Under the pull of the six-headed huskies, he squirmed the fat on his body and came to the prisoners, and his fat fingers with rings were pulling. Opened a letter from Painhurs from the south.

"Cheers! Slaves! You are free! As long as you do not oppose the tribe, the benevolent warchief will ignore you."

"However, the tribe has just been formed and needs a lot of troops. If you are willing to join, you can get a lot of salary."

Gary Vickers squinted his eyes, looked at his disdainful comrades, and couldn't help laughing contemptuously.

"I know, you look down on the salaries of ordinary soldiers, but the tribe provides you with a way to improve quickly! Go home, as long as you can bring five people from the Salmatia steppe to join the team, you are the squad leader! Take it! The captain’s salary! It’s what you get to get ten people! Bring a hundred people back to be a centurion, bring a thousand people back, ha, good fellow, you are just a little chief!!!"

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