Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Ferrol, who completely shook all the hill giants, gained the respect of other stupid big men by virtue of his "strength". More and more hill giants, because they feared his horrible magic that crushed the giants, respectfully treated them. Invited into the cave, awkwardly took out some roast goats, wild fruits, fresh water, and tried to improve the relationship between the two parties through the primitive means of sharing food.

Before the effect of the invisibility spell disappeared, Painhurs and Pena supplemented themselves with an illusion spell and sneaked into the giant's cave. These dozens of giants walked like an earthquake, but also mixed with them. A lot of loud stammering words, a little bit of horseshoes can't be heard at all.

"It smells so bad, do these guys never take a bath?"

The leader of the dead poet covered his nose in discomfort. It was not obvious outside the cave. As soon as he entered the cave... the hundreds of hill giants who never bathe gathered in a closed space and accumulated for decades. The strange smell made her shaky.

"Quickly confirm the number and find their leader."

The warchief held his breath, cast a gasification form, floated over the head of a stinking giant, and observed the situation inside the cave.

This cave is very huge, it extends in all directions like an ant's nest. Two horses and a little devil separated their hearts. If you count them carefully, there are more than three hundred hill giants!

At the same time, Painhurs also saw their giant leader sitting on the Skeleton Throne-it was a very fat hill giant, he was dressed like Ferrol in very funny, colorful rags, The fur was sewn into a rather weird cloak.

He wears a pair of huge and unknown beast skulls on his shoulders, three complete goblin corpses hung around his neck, thick hemp rope, straight through the skulls of these poor things, which have long been rotten. The smelly corpse rose and fell along with the heavy breathing of the Giant King.

The most important thing is that this guy's head ring is also decorated with a lot of colorful feathers. The wooden stick placed next to the throne is seven points similar to the [staff] decorated with a lot of skeletons and feathers by Ferrol!

Damn, their leader is also a spellcaster? Does this group of muscular brains that want to talk a word by word really have a caster?

"I, foresee, everyone, brilliant, future!"

Inside the cave, Ferrol acted according to plan. He held up his skeleton stick high, shouting the lines that he had already memorized, and flicking his compatriots nearby.

"Hills, giants, rise! We! Control, everything! Rule, everything!!!"

"I, see, my, race, destruction, countless, cities! Annihilation, countless, army!

They, fear, us!

They, afraid, us!

They, bow down, us!

Elf! Half devil! Eventually, creeping, we, under our feet! Endless, wealth! Cattle and sheep, after all, we! "

Ferrol was madly writing bad checks, countless hill giants with muscles in their brains, and his heart was moved by the future described by him. At this moment, he changed his conversation and directly slammed into the King of Giants on the Skeleton Throne.

"And you! Will, let, race, decline!"

"fart!"

The King of Giants abruptly stood up from the throne. Under the messy headgear like a chicken coop, his stupid and ugly face was filled with endless anger, but his narrow eyes revealed deep fear. The terrifying staff the size of a log in his hand pointed directly at Ferrol, and the scared hill giants fled like falling water dogs!

"Liar! I'm saying, one sentence, I, let you be wiped out in smoke!!!"

Looking at the clansmen who used various funny poses, lying on the ground, or hiding behind the wall, not daring to look directly at their wands, the panic in the pupils of the King of Giants receded slightly, and his waist straightened. The king's confidence seemed to return to his chest.

"You are the liar! You, dare, accept, me, challenge?!"

With someone backing up, Ferrol waved the log staff in his hands.

"You do not deserve!"

The king of giants stomped angrily, and commanded the two largest and strongest guards to attack Ferrol. The cave was too narrow and the log stick could not be swung away. They simply used the wooden stick as a spear and fiercely. Stab forward!

"call out!!!"

It was another two ultimate death rays, dragging a long emerald green tail smoke, whistling and hitting the heads of two hill giants! That pure energy liquid, in the fluorescence of death, corroded crazily, devouring the flesh and bones of the giant, two burly giants ten feet tall, disappeared in an instant!

"Me! Challenge! You!"

Watching Painhurs take action and kill two burly giants again, Ferrol's confidence increased, as if the two piles of ashes were his own work, striding in the direction of the king of giants!

"Roar!!!"

The king of giants roared cruelly like a beast, and also raised a log-sized wand, stammering and singing noisy spells.

Painhurs frowned. Since he advanced to the archmage and learned the arcane incarnation, he is extremely sensitive to arcane energy. The wizard controls the arcane arts in the air, and the sorcerer directly guides the magical energy inside the bleeding vein. No matter what, violent magic fluctuations will occur when casting the spell.

But now... Arcane magic is rippling in the air with faint ripples, the center is not the giant, but somewhere behind him!

"Damn! I should have thought of it! The giant's eyes are full of erratic and fearful colors, inexplicable, and fancy decorations, and the stupid fingers and brain of the giant hill, it is impossible to make it. Cool staff—someone did the same thing as me! Support a puppet king, and then control the entire group of hill giants!"

The warchief instantly wanted to understand. With the power of the ghost powder, the super magic instantly completed the preparation of the spell before the opponent, and shot a pure energy ray directly at the arcane ripples, disintegrating the area. The magic structure of everything!

In an instant, the illusion gauze and the unprepared spell were all torn and disintegrated by the pale warlock. Under the high-level invisibility illusion, a human form was revealed. The chief had not looked carefully, and the thing suddenly moved backwards. With a flutter, it turned into a pool of weird silvery-white slime, and then in an instant, it turned into a filthy and smelly hill giant, trying to hide in the crowd!

The silvery white slime, the ability to transform as you like, the terrible rainy night that is full of all the clan! That abominable body that suddenly changed from a man to a silver-white monster! It almost penetrated Christina's chest, almost a fatal death scar!

Painhurs' eyes were bloodshot, and ordinary shapeshifters could only be transformed into humanoids, only his transformation was not restricted! You can never admit your mistakes!

"Ah! Ul! Fa! Rui! S!!!!"

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