Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"The doomsday form of the psychic warrior? This sagittarius is actually a psionicist, it's rare."

In a chaotic and noisy hall, the murderous chief catman stood unmoved in place, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the panicked and fleeing crowd around him.

The pale samurai turned into a doomsday evil spirit, opened his arms intoxicated, and took a deep breath, as if he was inhaling people's fears, and sarcastically looked down at the cat man under the stage, watching him after seeing this horror , Do you still have the guts to challenge yourself?

Accompanied by the extremely slight arcane fluctuations in the air, the chief catman looked at Breda, grinning with his mouth full of sharp fangs, and popped a white claw by the way, and swiped his neck horizontally, like a chameleon. It disappeared in an instant, hiding in the golden palace.

"The paw crosses the neck? The cat's body movements mean murder, he really dares to come up!"

Breda was taken aback for a moment, trying to find the hidden enemy, but in the golden palace, too many people fleeing in panic, too many screams of fear and panic, greatly disturbed the pale warrior's perception.

No way, the silver light in Breda's eyes skyrocketed, and the whole person quickly expanded into two sizes. Originally a large half-man and half-horse, now the size can compete with the giant real dragon. Almost filled the entire golden palace!

"boom!!!"

Breda raised his two front hooves high, accumulated all his strength on the horseshoe, and trampled down fiercely!

The solid marble floor instantly resembles a spider web, densely covered with broken cracks! The terrifying impact instantly threw the surrounding gravel and gravel into the air like raindrops, some hit the wall, some hit something in mid-air, falling to the ground feebly, and the rising dust, also Outline the figure of a cat.

"call--"

A death tentacles as thick as a giant tree pierced the smoke and dust instantly. It was so huge that it blocked all the light nearby, so that the chief catman could only see pitch black.

A fierce sweep broke the arm bone he used for defense on the spot, and the whole cat was swept away like a light and fragile object, embedded on the solid wall!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The other three doomsday tendrils, which also covered the sky, bombarded the cat man embedded in the wall at the same time. After four bombardments, the entire stone wall collapsed because it could not withstand the attack force. The poor chief cat man was even more affected. The man who was beaten was not human, and the broken body was buried under the ruined wall.

"Who else feels unqualified to be the commander in chief?"

Bleda exchanged shares with a group of nobles who were scared by him, the general said very arrogantly.

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On the other side, having been a barbarian for a long time, Painhurs felt that his thinking was a little rigid, and even the thinking mode of his brain became somewhat similar to those barbarians who relied on force to eat, and it was over by force.

But the Kingdom of Abkhazia is not nomadic barbarians, but the realm of civilized people, and it should use civilized methods to deal with them.

Now the large tracts of pasture in the center have fallen, and they only have a series of port cities on the east coast of the Black Sea and the west coast of the Caspian Sea that are still fighting.

Different from the east coast of the Black Sea, there is the capital of Abkhazia Sukhumi on the Black Sea, where there is a large stock of food and grass, a large number of soldiers are stationed, there are foreign mercenaries, and the expedition army of the Eastern Roman Empire, with strong troops and strong defenses.

There is nothing in the enclave of Zhucheng on the west bank of the Caspian Sea, and even the connection between the city and the city has been severed. The shadow of the horror of the centaur and the horse is cast on every inch of land in the suburbs. All those who dare to leave the protection of the city wall, It will be like a stone sinking into the sea, without any further news.

Without the protection of the king's army, the large population in the city consumes an astronomical amount of food every day. The food stored in the city is madly passing by at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is far from being able to fill this huge hole by fishermen going to the Caspian Sea to fish.

For a time, the people in the Caspian Sea were panic, and everyone was plunged into great despair and horror.

In this case, Archdruid Abhuos, led by the most mobile withered bone clan, came to the west bank of the Caspian Sea with redemption and salvation.

"Chief, do we really have to act in the way of the big chief? The wall is so low, and the half-devil inside is so weak. We will wait for a while, gather more brothers, maybe we can fight directly. Come down! At that time the wealth and population of the city will be ours!"

A druid, covered with tired bones, murmured dissatisfiedly.

"Why surrender, can those slaves also become a member of the tribe?"

"Keep a long-term view, brother."

Abhors used a clear puddle as a mirror, took out a white fishbone, and slowly combed his long cyan hair.

"Think about it, our goal is to completely conquer this land, not to plunder it, with a large number of slaves and supplies, leaving behind a lifeless scorched earth."

Archdruid patiently explained to the tribe.

"Forget the grassland. Our shepherds can drive the sheep and move in with their tents, but what about those low and small cities and fortresses? Huh? Are we going to remodel them? You know everyone is in Gredingenian, remodeling those How troublesome are the elven ruins and the Gothic cities?"

"Furthermore, if we conquer violently, we will consume a lot of manpower and material resources to suppress the local residents. There are nearly one million Tevrin living here, and we only have 120,000 horses. After all, this is Tefrin’s site. If they are allowed to surrender, of course it is the best choice."

Seeing the druid under his command acquiesced to this action, Abhuos shook the fishbone comb in his hand and said lazily.

"Hurry up. After we get these guys done, we have to rush to Sukhumi City to participate in the decisive battle."

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For a while, the cities on the west coast of the Caspian Sea fell into greater fear. The only ones who wandered nearby were small groups of green-skin and centaur scouts. Now, the formation of the formation of centaurs and horses, holding a blue dragon flag, is in front of them. The end of his vision flickered.

Withered bone druids put the Abkhaz flag, helmet, and other trophies captured in the previous Battle of Adler on their spears, holding a string of Teflin slaves, dangling around the city as if they were showing off.

After the small groups of horses and cavalry cut off the connections between various places, the cities are like isolated islands in the sea. They can only communicate with each other by means of ships. When they see a large number of weapons and armors belonging to the kingdom, and thousands of prisoners of war, they appear. After my doorstep, I only felt endless despair.

Why did they arrest so many compatriots? Armor of so many kingdoms? Did Sukhumi fall? Is the king defeated?

After the initial horror, countless druids and their flying partners spread their wings and threw a roll of parchment copied by Wind Howling Warlock into the city.

The above content is very simple, as long as the door is opened and surrendered, the warchief will not infringe on their property and status, and everyone can live the same life-as long as you pay the 11th tax to the warchief regularly and obey the conscription obligation.

If the ruling class refuses... the tribe has offered an irresistible price to the heads of all recalcitrants.

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