Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Are you the chief of the Bloodfury clan, Painhurs? I heard that you have unified dozens of people in the Ma clan in the north! You even united with many forces to become their great chief! Your deeds are full of uproar, we Everyone admires you very much."

Alpharis, who was pretending to be an adult Madrui, put on a look of worship just right, and even a few small stars appeared in his eyes. When he touched his mouth, he released a series of rainbow farts, trying to make the other party proud. Expansion, to reduce vigilance.

"What are you doing here?"

Painhurs was completely unmoved, letting the extremely strong negative energy in his hands disappear and collapse. Looking at visitors from the south.

"General Breda asked me to bring you a letter."

Centaur Druid slowly took out a roll of sheepskin from the package, and just about to go forward, he was stopped by the people on both sides. A **** brutal soldier snatched the letter in his hand, glanced at the opponent with a warning look, personally took the roll of sheepskin, and handed it to the warchief of the tribe.

Painhurs opened the sheepskin curiously, and the lines of extremely wild and unrestrained wooden fonts caught the cold eyes of the warchief.

What was written above is similar to what the Druid messenger said. The babbling passages are all flattering flattery, and then he said that he didn’t want to fight with his compatriots, wanted to keep his hands, and everyone picked a time, a place, and a meeting. Discuss in person how to solve the problem in front of you.

After all, under Skerrit's gaze, the centaur does not fight the centaur.

"Go back and tell you the master, I..."

Before Painhurs' words, suddenly, the golden giant raised his right hand. The vast expanse of golden psychic energy, like a tsunami that covered the sky, rushed through the six limbs of the horse Druid. Before everyone could react, a golden giant sword burning with sacred flames instantly split Bell and the owl's head on his shoulder! The terrible **** wounds instantly burned the same brilliant and splendid psychic fire!

"What are you doing! JOJO!"

The warchief frowned vigilantly. In these days of fighting, he only felt despair and helplessness in the opponent. Although the two sides are now in a cooperative relationship, it really turned his face. No one in the tribe can control each other!

"I'm used to it. When I see a new face, I will feel the thought first."

The golden giant retracted the giant sword into the scabbard, spread his hands, and expressed his friendliness to the chaos-studying partners.

"But this guy is immune to my psionic detection. It's incredible! There is only one kind of psionic power, which can be done by concealing the mind. So I just used the golden psionic wave to disintegrate his power, and I immediately felt it. The deepest malice—this guy is the enemy."

"enemy?"

Painhurs once again cast his gaze on the fallen druid. With the squirming silver brilliance, the centaur and animal companions turned into bald-headed deformers.

"Yeah, shapeshifter, these things are very rare, and they can still become large strange shapeshifters."

Joshua Joseph whistled.

"Hidden your mind and change body shape. These people are very skilled in spying."

"Alpharis?"

Painhurs recognized these terrible spies immediately, and a biting chill quickly climbed to his spine.

Damn it! The number of Alpharis is far more than three! They even infiltrated other people and horse clans! Then, will your tribe also have these all-pervasive little spies?

"Alpharis? Good name."

The golden giant didn't know where he took out a roll of sheepskin and wrote and painted on it.

"It just so happens that my test product has not yet been named. You can think about it."

"How did you recognize it just now?"

Painhurs asked nervously.

"There are more than these two shapeshifters that can ignore race, size, and change at will! I killed three a few days ago, and I met one a few years ago.

According to our speculation, they are all legendary psionicists, and the number of replicas developed from the mind and demon seed is far from estimated! Now, these spies have entered my royal court! "

"They can change their appearance, gender, size, race, and even conceal their thoughts, unless you first disarm the psionics and use magicians such as sorcerers, wizards or psionics to detect thoughts... Oh, yours The tribe has no psionicists, and there is no way to remove the abilities from them."

The golden giant also instantly wanted to understand the horror of these shapeshifting monsters.

"Let me think about it, do you have a priest under your hand? Find some spellcasters who can use the four-ring magic arts, let them perform lies and ask one by one, "Are you Alpharis?" "This way of investigating one by one, although the method is a bit stupid, it can also slowly find out the Alpharis lurking in the shadows."

"Thanks, I will first investigate the issue of espionage within the tribe and then study Chaos with you."

The warchief walked away solemnly, summoning the clergy of the Eastern Goths, and Sigrit's black fangs to prepare.

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Sukhumi

Inside the golden hall with **** flames burning on both sides, a large number of nobles dressed in costumes, spellcasters, and generals in armor, soldiers gathered together, discussing something anxiously.

A middle-aged Teflin sat on the throne at the highest point of the golden hall, overlooking the people under the steps. He has long flowing golden hair, a golden beard and a long face. The hair is connected, the red skin and the long golden hair are mingled together. When the breeze blows, his face is like a fiery flame swaying indefinitely.

"Your Majesty!"

Inside the golden lobby, a General Teflin draped in golden scales was anxiously expressing his own remarks.

"The Caucasus fortress has fallen! After we lost contact with the cities on the west coast of the Caspian Sea, our contact with the Eastern Roman Empire in the South and Armenia was also broken! We need to send troops immediately to retake the fortress! Otherwise, the relief supplies from the South cannot be transported to us. soil of!"

"Sigh—a joke! Your light cavalry and scouts are so incompetent! They haven't found any traces of the tribe army before, and they come back vowing to say that the horses and greenskins have plundered them and have returned to the grassland. What happened?

A cat man whose ears, nostrils, and every dirty braid were decorated with gold ornaments, grinned open his blood basin and made a threatening hiss.

"The people of the tribe were under your noses, went around to the southern hinterland, and took off the Caucasus fortress! Sending troops? Can you tell me how many enemy troops we might encounter on the road? What is the composition of the forces? When? Will you run into it? Going out of the city now, just entering the darkness without any precautions!"

The cat-man leader squinted his eyes viciously, and the narrow gap in his eyes exuded a malicious light.

"Your son is dead, and you, an old thing, can't leave. Is there anyone in your kingdom who can lead soldiers to fight? Or let me command this time!"

"Fart! In that war, if you cats escaped, things would have changed! When the infantry arrived, even the 20,000 cavalry would have to retreat! But when you saw Prince Adler was defeated, you flee at full speed! "

A Teflin veteran who was barely surviving scolded, accusing these mercenaries of being timid and cowardly.

"Escape? The war was very smooth! Lao Tzu's people in the middle and right flank were equal to the orcs and the horses and horses, and even had the upper hand! But your half-devil cavalry really pulled your hips! If you say it collapses, you collapse! Lao Tzu doesn't retreat. , Do you still have to wait for those people to break Lao Tzu's back? Obviously it is your fault!"

"you······"

Breda rubbed her ears speechlessly, pacing hard horseshoes back and forth on the expensive carpet.

"These half-devil **** and cat-faced people are really annoying, and the defeated generals of a group of ah men and horses are still noisy here."

"What are you talking about? People?!"

Chief Catman fiercely turned the head that was almost like a lion, countless dirty braids fixed by golden rings, accompanied by his turning of his head, whistling in the wind.

"Da da da."

Breda walked under the throne of the Kingdom of Abkhazia without a look of care, reached out and took the crown of King Teflin directly, and put the golden hat decorated with a lot of precious stones. He clasped it diagonally on his head.

Above that unruly face, a pair of pupils gleaming with psychic fire, revealing self-confidence in the world, and the old king behind him, seeing his crown taken away, there is no anger on his face, only fear. .

"I said, you cats, Teflin, Sphinx, and Jackal are all defeated by the centaur! If you really want to fight, this marshal's position must be mine!"

Bleda shook his head, as if he disliked the crown as too heavy, he took it off and played with it in his hand, and threw it into the king's arms again.

"Yu Gong, you are all mercenaries hired by the king with money! You should listen to His Majesty! But we are different! This old man personally wrote a letter of surrender to Augustus, willing to become a vassal of the Eastern Roman Empire in exchange for Military assistance! And I am the Roman reinforcements sent by His Majesty Augustus! My position is above you!"

Bleda arrogantly drew the great sword from his waist, and the horrifying psychic energy entrenched on it quickly transformed into countless viscous, abominable corrosive liquids, like thousands of green vipers, in the metal blade Wriggling up and down.

"Yu Si, I had a fight with the King of Kings of Sassanid Persia last year. I was lucky enough to be promoted to Legend at the moment of life and death. Is any of you my opponent?"

Seeing the silence in the audience, the pale psionicist made an arrogant ridicule, as if he was afraid that his deterrent power would be insufficient. He mobilized the psychic energy in his body, and manipulated these subspace energies to distort and change reality. world.

In the darkness of death, his cynical face of prey, as if possessed by a demon, instantly became extremely eerie and evil!

Countless thick, bloated, and constantly squirming black mud, like a fountain, gushes out of his shadow, instantly covering the six limbs of Bleda, and transforming into a group of black and hateful tentacles. , Stretched out his slender evil body.

Thousands of black mud tentacles danced wildly in the golden palace, under the rays of **** flames! Each tentacle is densely covered with countless black mud mouths, roaring in unison the prelude to the doomsday. Anyone who has witnessed this terrifying transformation of the centaurs and horses will all fall into madness and despair, running around in fright. !

The entire throne hall instantly turned into a chaotic farce.

"Ha! Cowards, come on! Witness Bleda's doomsday form!!!"

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