Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Painhurs slept for seven days and seven nights before waking up slowly. He almost scared Sister Christina to death. Faced with the chaotic tribes, Christian desperately used various reasons, and finally even fabricated it. , Manipulating an illusion, concealed the fact that the warchief was not awake. These days, the rouge horse tried to take off the golden crown to make the lover lie more comfortable, but was horrified to find that the crown had already followed his The head is integrated and cannot be shaken at all.

Little things have happened this week, but nothing big has happened. It is the Stormpike clan second only to the Bloodfury clan. Their chiefs married their newly grown-up daughter to Bleda, Lord of Hoarfrost.

Painhurs smelled of conspiracy, but he still had more important things to do.

While other tribe members were busy plundering gold, silver and cloth, the warchief immediately took a hundred families of costumes and stepped into the gate of the governor’s palace, gathered all the administrative officials of Trabzonspor together, and ordered them Bring all the administrative system from the Republic to the present day in Rome, as well as the legal documents, all in front of me, and at the same time, personally write out so many years of administrative experience in a pen.

I was not a broken-winged angel who studied law in my previous life, let alone a big official. I organized these barbaric monsters into a book according to the household registration system, and used the simplest and rude three chapters to warn them against civil strife, and listened to it with a castrated version of the House of Commons. The voices of the tribes, using the military merit system of the Qin Dynasty to encourage them to go to battle to kill the enemy, is already the limit of Peinhess.

If you want to take the tribe to the next level in terms of politics and law, you can only learn from Rome, throw away the silly laws and policies in history, and integrate the rest into the cornerstone of your own rule.

The warchief even promised high-ranking officials and asked the elves who were there who would go back to the north with him to build a new kingdom. Under the temptation of heavy money, some depressed high elves were instigated.

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Julian calendar 405 years, Julius month, the seventeenth. (June 17, 405 AD)

After a long wait, the two large-scale field armies finally sent 15,000 Hoarfrost and the materials promised in the peace talks to the side of the warchief. Painhurs also returned according to the agreement. Trabzonspor and 20,000 prisoners, this nomadic army that has brought countless destruction and pain, quickly disappeared into the mountains of Asia Minor.

"Warchief."

It was night, and a pale gust of wind came to Painhurs's side. The warchief lit a huge bonfire in the barren mountains and ridges, grilling some of the most tender and fat sheep, and toasting with the leaders of the tribes.

"Come on, Bleda, Lord of Hoarfrost, join the party!"

Pain Hess happily raised the skull wine bottle full of fresh milk. The size of the White Frost clan under his command reached a terrible 30,000, of which 20,000 were warriors who had suffered from slaughter, and the other nine tribes, However, one hundred thousand, the limit mobilization is seventy thousand, and the size of his clan can only be matched by Blood Wrath now.

What's more, the tribe's expeditionary army here now only has 60,000, of which 20,000 are his hoarfrost warriors. This ratio is already quite daunting.

The pale warrior smiled and joined the carnival dinner, tearing the roasted tender meat, holding up the fresh milk in the cup, because they were still in the Eastern Roman Empire, and everyone was banned from drinking.

"Everyone knows why the White Frost clan is only a legend for me, but I haven't been their leader until the chief's death?"

Breda curled up four hooves and nestled on a piece of soft sheepskin, completely immersed in the joyous atmosphere of the banquet.

"Because even my people, few of them knew my secret before this! At that time, the Hoarfrost clan had fallen to death under the siege of Sassanid Persia, we could only commit ourselves to Augustus's command. Stay alive, until this war broke out, no sharp ears knew my true strength. Therefore, the person who was taken hostage to Ankara was the old chief, and I could carry their eagle flag to expedition. "

The pale samurai drank a bowl of fresh milk, which moistened his hoarse voice.

"In the Caucasus, I originally wanted to conquer Abkhazia with five thousand soldiers in my hand, rescue the tribe, and get rid of the shackles of Eastern Rome. For this reason, I desperately sought to win another powerful nomad: the tribe of cat people.

Thank u! Warchief, I exposed the position of the leader of the cat people to you, you really took them out for me—except for Selena, the female cat is my lover and bed partner, and I revealed your raid plan to you She, therefore, after the war, the female cat became the only leader, that is to say, the cat man, in fact, has been on my side since joining the tribe. "

Painhurs narrowed his eyes. The cheerful banquet atmosphere, because the other party's speech became a bit embarrassing and solemn, the leaders smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air. Slowly put down the food and wine bowl in his hand, and touched the hilt of the sword at his waist. If he was right, then at least half of the expeditionary army was from Bradda.

"I have always been broken for the tribe, and everything is considered for the future of the tribe. In Cappadocia, I would rather abandon my wife and my newly born daughter in Cappadocia, and choose to recover the fifteen thousand. Thousands of celebrities, if I lose those 15,000 chess pieces and chips, I am in your tribe and there is no [weight] at all."

Breda looked pale, even if he made such a cruel choice, the pain of losing his wife was still so heartbreaking.

"Look, after paying such a heavy sacrifice, I succeeded! All directions are advancing according to my plan. Twenty thousand hoarfrost warriors, ten thousand hoarfrost horses respect me as king, a huge tribe of cat people Listen to my orders! Now, in this army, my power has the upper hand!"

The psionic warrior paused. Slowly standing up from the sheepskin, his vicissitudes face was distorted with pain and madness. He drew his sword and pointed it directly at Pain Hess.

"All these sacrifices, all these costs, are for this moment!! Warchief, in front of all the leaders of your tribe, I challenge you! According to the iron law of the ancient kingdom, only the strongest is worthy Command the tribe!!!"

The Eternal God chose to silently look at the psionicist in front of him. After months of experience, the other party paid countless prices and really arranged a dead end against him.

If they refuse, then this army will fall apart in the Roman land, and even fight each other. In this situation, one must accept the challenge.

However, the opponent is a complete restraint of the existence of the caster, the forbidden manacles that seal all magic, and the psychic energy that can run freely in the forbidden field, and the thick black mud shield that interrupts his left arm. The difficulty is much more difficult than interrupting the bloodthirsty monster.

However, he has Magnus.

"I accept your challenge, Breda."

Painhurs slowly stood up from the ground, and a terrifying killing intent erupted around the white horse. The scared leaders trembled. They realized once again that the green skin, the Eastern Goths, the high elves. ·····A group of city-states, clans, and kingdoms that dislike each other, even feuds, gather together into tribes only because their warchief and the army of men and horses under his command are unquestionably powerful power.

Magnus also flapped a pair of gorgeous blue and purple wings, flew away from the left shoulder of the warchief, and transformed from a small devil into a deep **** under the envelope of light and fire. The red giant stood beside the white horse, not inferior to Breda's psychic lightning, crackling in his one eye.

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