Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"It doesn't matter, the name is just a code name. You can call me whatever you like, Miss Renma."

JOJO waved his hand openly.

"Your warchief is playing with a power he doesn't understand. I need to talk to him. I don't know, when will he come back?"

"Oh, he will be back when he finishes his work."

Christina continued to deal with the lamb in front of her. Although he pretended to have a calm expression on the surface, his heart was still deterred by the golden giant in front of him and the unconscious coercion radiating from him. It was impossible to reveal the whereabouts of his spouse until the other party's true goal was ascertained.

And at this moment of death, the golden giant suddenly frowned. The next second, the space of the tent was suddenly torn a huge crack by a pair of arcane hands. Walked out of it and came to Christina's side.

"you are······"

Painhurs just wanted to hug and kiss the rouge horse that he hadn't seen for a long time, but the moment he arrived, he saw the golden giant that people couldn't ignore.

Damn it, why does his face look exactly like Christina? Coupled with this tall and burly muscle, the impact is so strong!

"Are you the warchief of the tribe, the leader of the horses, the chess piece of chaos, Painhurs."

JOJO stared at the back of the pale warlock's hand, his pupils were full of the twisted and terrifying eight-pointed black star.

"I have something very important for you, do you know? You are playing with a power that you don't understand, and you are in a powerful deal that you can't compete with. People, now you are like dancing on the wire of the abyss. , A mistake will leave you to pieces."

The golden giant radiating sacred light all over his body stretched out his big hand to the horse friendly, and said very solemnly.

"Before, there were some people who accepted the power of chaos, but your acceptance even exceeded their total!"

"I know what I am doing. Thank you for your reminder."

Painhurs was unmoved. The price, the price is only one second, I haven't even paid it yet.

"It's fine if you know, I can give you part of my power, or even give you one, barely able to face the gift of the Chaos Gods, but-you have to let me study the power of Chaos."

The twin pupils of the golden giant showed infinite desire.

"Such a strong chaotic energy, never seen before! Unheard of! Did you know? The source of power of psionicists is the source of chaos! This is also the reason why the number of psionicists in the world is so scarce-chaotic energy is too thin , Can not produce psionics on a large scale. I dare say that the chaotic energy of the entire world added together, is not as strong as the eight-pointed black star on the back of your hand!

However, you have this vast energy, but you don't have any psionic spells, but can you turn it into a divine spell? This is another thing beyond cognition! It seems that my research on chaos is far from enough, and my spiritual power is far from superb! I need more knowledge to complete my plan.

It just happens that you are not going to fight during this period. I need to record your every move when you use Chaos Divine Art, and study every change of those terrible energies-rest assured, I will not interfere with any of your actions, just study The power of chaos is nothing but, if you promise, I promise you a gift, and I will offer it with both hands. "

"······"

The chief was silent for a while, looking up at the golden giant in front of him, his brain thinking crazy, another deal? This person seems to have a deeper understanding of chaos than himself...

"I have dealt with them. Those four powerful people can do business, and you may make blood, but they will never lose money."

The golden giant persuades the centaur warchief.

"As long as you help me understand, analyze the chaotic energy, and help me complete my plan. When the four gods ask you to pay the price, I will help you to overcome the difficulties."

Painhurs thought for a while, and finally made up his mind, holding the opponent's big golden hand.

"Deal."

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Capital of the Kingdom of Abkhazia-Sukhumi

The news of the fall of the Caucasus fortress was like a basin of cold water pouring on the head of the King of Abkhazia.

There was an uproar in the city. The slaves who were enchanted and brainwashed by the dead poet quietly sneaked back to their homes and hyped the reputation of the tribe in every corner of the city.

Those who surrender can get favorable treatment, become a member of the tribe, and enjoy the protection of the law of the warchief.

The recalcitrant will become the fertilizer for the pasture, or become a miserable slave for a lifetime.

The Teflins turned their heads in sorrow, desperately trying to suppress the turmoil in the city, but under the control of the dead poets, these puppets hid very well and were difficult to be caught.

Even if they were caught and executed, the Dragonborn would not frown. In the slave group, they continued to enchant a chess piece, sneak into the city and continue to instigate the people's rebellion. The suspicious sound effects of alluring sentient beings resounded in the sky above the square, the chamber of commerce, and even the palace. The words of those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish are deeply implanted in the heart of every half-devil.

And the spellcasters who are rare in the kingdom can't catch any trace of magic at all! Not to mention catching the instigator!

With the passage of time, the enchanted puppets even infiltrated the mercenaries invited by the Teflins, promising them twice or even higher commissions, and inviting these blood-licking guys to join their camp.

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"Dear men and horses, why do you have to fight each other with swords and soldiers? It hurts the relatives and makes the enemies happy? All horses should gather under the same banner and go hand in hand in this doomsday catastrophe and defeat together. Kingdom of Abkhazia."

Not long after, the spy of the dead of poetry even penetrated into this group of people from Dongluo. A Teflin, in front of the people, said the completely opposite words in terms of his ostensible identity.

Several burly monsters, half-human and half-horse, looked at each other, clutching the puppet, and asked more about the situation of the northern compatriots.

Their tribe of people and horses is incredibly large. They re-established their homeland on the east bank of the Caspian Sea on the ruins of the ancient kingdom. The scale was once as large as more than 50,000 people.

However, when the white disaster came to the habitat, even the land of abundant water and grass was covered by snow. In desperation, the chief led the tribe to go south, looking for trouble with the Persians, and burned and killed all the way in Persis. Plunder, like entering no man's land.

During this period of time, when Sassanid Persian invaded the Eastern Roman Empire, there was no time to take care of these hateful robbers and let them spend a period of time in their homeland in comfort.

After the Eagle-Lion War entered a stalemate, they agreed to sign a peace treaty with the Eastern Roman Empire. A large part of the reason was that these nomadic tribes were burning their home backyard.

Immediately afterwards, the Persian army of the class returned to the dynasty and immediately plunged into the battle with this group of men and horses. Although the men and horses came and went like wind, the looted cattle and sheep could not be easily taken away.

In the end, after losing almost one-fifth of the tribe and chief Oktar, the remaining 30,000 or forty thousand horses were reduced to pieces under the leadership of Oktar’s brother, Luga, with other easy things. The spoils he carried continued to flee west, and eventually reunited in Asia Minor and the territory of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Next, the regent of the empire and several battle leaders, after seeing the fighting power of Painhurs, had a deep memory of the power of the horses and horses, and immediately recruited these monsters as another foreign combat force of the empire.

"Damn! I said those elves are uneasy and kind! Our little pony and the rest of the brothers, and even Chief Ruga, are all in Cappadocia, in the pastures arranged by the elves! There are more than 30,000 people, all of them now Hostages in the hands of the elves! They never believed us from the beginning!"

A tall and burly brown man and horse said angrily.

You can’t expect a group of predatory nomads to have a high moral code. Although they took the money from the elves, when they heard that a tribe had established a new kingdom in the north, they also became the enemy of their employers. The reaction cannot be to go to war directly, but to find a way to contact the opponent.

After contacting, whether to jump back directly, bring the other party into the group, or perform a fake show, and run away with the employer's money, that will be discussed in the future.

However, after being played twice in the Eastern Roman Empire by Gorell of the Greymane clan and Peinhess of the Bloodrage clan, he kept enough back, more than 30,000 men and horses living in the empire. , Is the deposit to prevent the third betrayal of the people.

The horses and horses had a lively debate, and moved their eyes to the leader who led them on the expedition at the same time.

"Brida! You are talking, what are we going to do?"

"Tsk, let me think about it, let me think about it,"

Breda sighed. He was Rujia's nephew, a tall white man and horse.

Every inch of this monster's body is covered with solid armor. The comfortable leather armor, the heavy Roman chain armor, and the complete dragon skin of the bipedal Wyvern form an excellent triple defense.

Beneath the long black hair and above the face of the gloomy bird, a pair of sharp and narrow eyes flashed with silver-white psychic flames.

"That group of compatriots have taken the Caucasus fortress. If we insist on fighting, we may be buried with these Teflins. I don't think they will win. But the merger with the north-the family members may be elves... ··Really."

Breda grabbed his hair angrily, and found that he had come out to be a mercenary business, but was in a dilemma somehow!

"I'll go talk to them first, Breda. I can fly out of the city wall like an eagle."

Madrui, a man in leather armor, walked out of the crowd and said.

"Okay, no problem, go back quickly, and try to reach a peace agreement with the other chief."

Breda waved his hand, and then, walked to the side of the half-devil puppet, and patted his shoulder regretfully.

"Sorry, compatriot, you have to change a puppet for our innocence."

The dead poet who was manipulating in the distance was stunned. Didn't his puppet go to find a man and horse to pry the corner? Why did it break suddenly?

Bleda calmly wiped the blood splashed on her body, and looked at the half-demon puppet's head coldly. It sank softly. The skull and even all the brain tissue were disturbed by her own psychic energy. Shattered, scarlet blood, mixed with yellow brains, slowly flowed out of his seven orifices.

"Go, give this guy to the King of Abkhazia, saying that we have caught a traitor. He persuaded us to betray the employer, but we are trustworthy! We will never betray the employer's contract!"

"Your will!"

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