Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Painhurs’ fingers twitched lightly, and gradually recovered from the current flogging and paralysis, and Alaric opened his eyes sharply, regaining his sanity, his right hand was emptied, and the handle penetrated the white horse’s left chest. The giant golden spear, struggling to escape from the blood and flesh of the warchief, flew back into his hand with a whistling whistle. The tip of the spear engraved with the rune of Rune, the red blood of the white horse, and the fragment of the heart hung.

"Damn! At that time, I thought that being stabbed by a spear shouldn't be a big problem, so I continued to use the backlash vortex. I didn't expect this golden spear to be so deadly! The heart of the human body was penetrated, and fortunately the body of a horse, and The second heart."

The pale warlock resisted the severe pain and cast spells. He instantaneously healed the horrible penetrating scar on his left chest, and then imitated the breathing posture of the dragon. The scarlet and hot dragon fire burned and churned in his throat, Makes pale skin flushed.

The wisps of eerie and terrifying necromantic energy are even more integrated into the scarlet dragon flame, transforming the scarlet dragon fire into an eerie and terrifying purple face.

"Roar!!!"

The purple dragon fire mixed with the dual attributes of flames and weakness, roared out, completely submerging the Supreme King who had just received the giant spear. The high-temperature dragon flame burned his limbs and corpses, the phantom energy of the dead, It eroded his spirit and soul, but a huge golden spear pierced the purple dragon fire raging wave like lightning, and struck Pain Hess' second heart again!

With the chaotic light erupting from the Nine Devil Golden Crown, the Great Chief stopped time when the giant spear was less than a foot away from him. He didn't want to be pierced by this terrifying thing a second time!

Painhurs immediately dragged his weak body into a misty storm and came behind Alaric.

The previous rapid regeneration was just frightening. It was just that the flesh and blood in the body surface grew again, and by the way the broken blood vessels were reconnected together. The internal organs, a delicate organ, could not be cured in a few days.

Hard horseshoes, stepping on the mammoth’s broad spine, pale hands, and clasping several spheres of arcane energy. Driven by Painhurs’ will, they spin crazily, rub, and then burn, turning into a burning stick. A flame spear with four colors of magic fire.

At the moment when time began to elapse, the Demon Flame Spear immediately hit the Supreme King’s heart. The terrifying heat melted the extremely strong fine gold chain armor into a pool of soft and viscous hot red molten iron, following his The flesh and blood gurgled, melted his entire back, corroded his entire back, and bursts of scorched black smoke rose up.

The fur clothes were burned to ashes almost instantly, and the fresh flesh and blood was carbonized into charred and brittle black carbon in just a few seconds, like fallen leaves, withered and falling off from the Supreme King. The beating heart was also burned by the flames. , And the magic of chaos is destroyed.

Alaric's pupils were dilated, and his eyes were covered with a haze of death. He coughed out the blood mixed with visceral fragments, but the corners of his red mouth were still slightly rising.

"Big...Great Chief, no one can escape the assassination of Kungunir, the Eternal Spear."

Painhurs frowned. Before he could react, he saw that the giant golden spear turned into thunder and lightning actually circled a large circle of 180 degrees in the air, and flew again with the thunder. come back! Roaring through his second heart!

The brilliant golden thunder roared and exploded, and countless dazzling death currents danced wildly, rendering the entire dim sky into a golden face.

"Condensation!"

Seeing that his master was severely injured, the three silver dragons who had the upper hand in the confrontation with the mammoth hurriedly embraced the pale centaur, and wrapped its broken body in the mouth with the tongue, and the other head, then Spit out a large dark green nerve gas, forcing back the Gagidin nobles who came to support.

Concentratingly flapping a pair of sky-shielding silver wings, using the turbulent wind to obscure the sight of nearby soldiers, and then relying on their size advantage, they smashed a runway in the Visigoth army, soared into the air, and was struck by elephant hoofs. The dragon's head slumped weakly on its shoulders, swaying left and right by the wind.

And the savior’s eager Visigoths didn’t care about the outrageously large zombie dragon, and hurriedly used the floating ladder to climb to the back of the same huge mammoth, hurriedly using healing magic to restore Alaric’s injury. .

At this moment, the two hundred men and horses trapped have been completely divided and surrounded by the Gagidin who are dozens of times larger than themselves. The **** veterans laughed and greeted their death, even if it was dead, they did not let go of the halberd in their hands.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Seeing that all the brothers and sisters in the center were killed, the Pecheneg people collapsed across the board, and most of them turned back on the spot. The warchief was even more unsure about the life and death of the eighteen hundreds of people. Ulman, and the Visigoth cavalry who suffered a lot of damage, after incorporating the Marton, the number has not decreased but increased, from four thousand to six thousand five hundred! ————————————————

Under the frenzied rescue of priests and druids, Alaric opened his eyes weakly, and the nobles who were almost scared to death around him finally breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his temples.

"Praise Odin, you are all right, Supreme King!"

"Great, you can't go to the Hall of Heroes now. In that case, who will lead us?"

"Long live the Supreme King!!!"

The Gajdin nobles cried with joy, while Alaric smiled weakly. He struggled to get up, but he felt a sharp pain from his chest, big beads of sweat, like bamboo shoots springing up from his forehead. There was a sharp pain that almost caused the Supreme King to faint again.

"Lie down and don't move! Divine Art can immediately repair the skin trauma, but your entire heart, and most of your left lung were burned down, half of your chest was charred, and all the flesh and blood were carbonized! This injury lasted ten days It won't be better in half a month!"

A burly man in white dragon skin said solemnly. His hideous face was painted with blood-colored war patterns, and a bone necklace full of dragon teeth hung in front of his strong chest.

"The destruction of the pontoon will be left to you, Groot. When the infantry arrives, I will temporarily hand over the command of all the troops to my brother Artof. You will listen to his orders until I heal. "

Alaric struggled again, realizing that he was indeed very weak now, and had to give up.

The archdruid in dragon skin nodded, and then took out a coral crown inlaid with pearls from his backpack, and put it on his head with a painful expression, performing a terrifying magical technique.

The wind was up, and under Groot's pious prayer to the gods, the tyrannical wind threw the waves of the Danube into the sky tens of meters, and the entire calm river surface boiled like magma! The huge waves are like angry beasts. They screamed, roared, roaring brought destruction and death.

The ten-foot supernatural raging wave slapped hundreds of small boats linked by iron chains over and over again in a destructive force. Pieces of planks fell apart because of exaggerated damage. Poor lone boats in the storm, Weeping and sinking to the bottom of the river, in less than a minute, the Archdruid used a nine-ring magic technique to completely destroy the chain-linked pontoon bridge on the Danube.

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