Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Calm down! Run quickly! While using magic, you also exposed your position to the eyes of the shapeshifter! There are more than three hundred hill giants in this narrow cave. In case they are exposed, they will be one of them. When the stick comes down, even you will become meat sauce!"

Magnus screamed loudly, causing Painhes, who was furious, to recover a little sense of reason. His four hoofs slammed on the ground. The body of the **** hidden in the illusionist gauze was like an arrow from the string. Jumped elsewhere. The other hill giants were frightened and fled around in the horrible spell battle between the two shamans, and they did not notice the shrill voice of the little devil.

In the next second, a torrent of extremely terrifying arcane arts rushed, frantically scouring and sweeping the place occupied by the pale warlock, tearing and destroying all the spells that were in operation.

"over there--"

With his extremely keen arcane perception ability, Painhurs caught the faint magic ripples in the air once, and was about to do it, but he hesitated again.

Dispel the magic, but you can't dispel the special ability of the Shapeshifter. Really fight, he can maintain the form of the giant hill, bewitching the giant of the entire cave to fight against him!

can not fight! At least you can't fight here!

"Che—I immediately understood my situation, but didn't take the bait? It seems that the opponent is very calm and a difficult opponent. At this point in time, is this method of supporting the puppet and the people? Is it Teflin?"

Seeing that the person who was also hidden in the phantom didn't show up, Alpharis was thinking about it, guessing the identity of the enemy, moving his steps by the way, and hiding deeper in the crowd.

On the other side, the King of Giants was frightened and angry. Alpharis and Painhurs were confronted in secret, unable to support his puppet with magic spells. He sang and "chanted" a few spells and found that the fart was useless. , Already panicked! The big beads of sweat dripped down his rough face, and his calf trembled with fear!

Peanna frowned. Although she didn't understand what was going on, she looked at the king of giants who pretended to cast spells, and listened to the screams of the little devil. She also understood a little bit in her heart—together with the ugly big one in front of her, too A fake fox puppet?

"Pretend to sing."

The Poet of the Dead gave the order secretly. With Ferrol's loud voice, the king of giants sweated like rain, and his face became paler. He knew very well in his heart that he was a fake, a puppet, and when he chanted the spell for the third time, After not getting the support of the owner, his huge eyeballs even showed a look of despair!

At this moment, Peanna stroked the strings and completed her spell. She understood that the wicked giant king in front of her was on the verge of collapse. The bard only used a small second-ring arcane spell to make the sharp The harsh noise erupted around him, shaking his ears and falling to his knees in pain!

"I, I, surrender!"

After reconfirming that the opponent is the real spellcaster, the King of Giants completely lost all the intent to fight. He threw the log staff and knelt directly on the ground!

"Benevolence! Benevolence! Me, fake! Yes, humans, forcing me to be, the king! I, only, think, live, calm, live! Mercy! Mercy!!!"

"In front, everyone, face, say it again, again."

Ferrol put on an arrogant posture, strode to the front of the puppet king, squeezed the opponent's staff with both hands, and slammed it on the knee with the brute force of the giant hill, and broke it directly! The fragments were thrown at the feet of other people, showing them the end of a generation of kings.

Under the gaze of many hill giants either in shock, fear, or anger, the puppet king burst into tears, crying, and pleaded for the forgiveness and kindness of everyone. However, all the giants were angry and angry because of each other's lies. Roared loudly.

"Liar! Go to hell!"

"kill him!!!"

"Bone bones, dust! Corpse! Feed the mice!"

"Ferrol, the true king! He, a liar!"

"Yes! Only, he, can, lead, us, achievement, great cause!"

"Filo! Ferrol! Ferrol!!!"

Fellow, who was bathed in cheers, was a little airy. He was immersed in this false sense of accomplishment, enjoying the crowd of people around him, like a drunk drunk, immersed in endless illusion. Oh, look at that, there is a very humble defeated under his feet, desperately kowtow, asking for his kindness, his life and death are only between his own thoughts! This feeling of controlling the fate of others is really...

"Look at your feet carefully, Ferrol, if you dare to betray the Horde, that sad puppet with **** head is your future."

Painhurs manipulated the pure arcane energy, causing the breeze to send a whisper into the ears of the current king of giants. His face was as earthy as he was scared, and he immediately awoke from his dreams. Although he did not know where the warchief was, he still Reluctantly piled up a humble smile.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Alpharis let out an angry growl, the situation reversed, and the guy who sneaked in has a helper! The two magic fluctuations are obviously different! I was restrained by him, leading to the downfall of the puppet. Right now, these giants are obeying his puppet's will!

Thinking of this, the Transfiguration directly pushed aside the crowd and fled towards the entrance of the cave! I have lost the opportunity. Now these giants listen to the puppet's orders, and as long as the other party is willing, they will be able to find themselves out of the two or three hundred people sooner or later!

"Peanna! You help Ferrol stabilize the situation! I'll go after it!"

The chief decisively followed the giant's pace closely. The opponent's speed was far inferior to that of a man, but after rushing out of the cave, the guy climbed a ten-foot cliff by virtue of his height, and turned left, if not. Magnus stared at the sky, really let him run away!

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"There is no one here, can you show the original shape? Your hoof prints are very obvious when you run, Teflin? No, their steps are very light, and your steps are very heavy, and the two sounds are superimposed-it should be Four hooves. Unknown man, Mr. Ma? Or a lady?"

Just as Painhurs was about to catch up, the hill giant suddenly stopped running, dark yellow rough skin, flowing out a pool of white and silver viscous liquid, the huge body turned into a tall, handsome brown Centaur! The one that assassinated Christina!

"Warchief of the Horde, Painhurs. Little Assassin, we meet again. This time, I see if you can escape like last time."

The pale warlock removed the tulle of illusion, the golden vertical pupil, burning with endless flames of anger, as if he wanted to burn out the things reflected in his pupils.

Wait, last time, he turned into a stone monster and melted directly underground to escape. This time, why didn't he take the same method?

"I am Alpharis."

The brown centaur bowed politely.

"I am Alpharis too."

Suddenly, a three-handed, three-legged Thor stone monster covered with solid rocks all over his body suddenly drilled out of the ground, and accompanied by the flowing of silvery white liquid, it turned into a terrifying appearance of a Hydra! The huge body exuding a deadly chill squirmed frantically, and nine hideous heads covered with blue and cyan snake scales covered the sky and the sun!

"I'm still Alpharis."

At this time, the third Thor stone monster also appeared from behind Painhurs, blocking the retreat of the warchief, and the shapeshifting monster that lured him into appearing, and at the same time turned into a cold and terrifying Hydra !

Twenty-seven blue green snake skulls exuding boundless chill wriggled wanton, twenty-seven red snakes hissed, and twenty-seven blood basins uttered in unison.

"I am Alpharis, Alpharis is me, we are all Alpharis."

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