Augustus Under the Horseshoe

However, before going to Egypt, Painhus rode a giant dragon and flew back to Octuron in the Noquat province of the Grand Tournament. The month of January was approaching. By the way, I wandered around the Alps to see if I could Can not find an ancient white dragon hovering in the mountains and not discovered by the Romans.

Like the cold and the freezing of ice and snow, a cheerful dragon roars between the silver mountain peaks. Her body is an ancient dragon, but as a zombie who has been enlightened by undead enlightenment, her temperament is as naughty and cute as a child.

However, this time, the white dragons in the mountains suffered: Nima, an ancient silver dragon with three heads and two or three laps larger than her, carried a more terrifying thing and directly entered. Old nest? ! Who can stand it! The sound of dragons fighting fiercely between the mountains echoed back and forth.

Amidst the terrifying roars, the four-color evil flames melted thousands of years of cold ice and snow, and thousands of years of solid stone, terrifying psychic energy cut off, uplifted, and threw mountain peaks to another. The mountains and the devastating breath of cold ice turned the blue sky into a pale face of monotony and death.

The ancient mountain peaks that have stood for thousands of years have thrown all the snow on their bodies toward the foothills. In a blink of an eye, the terrifying avalanche reshaped the entire landform at the foot of the mountain into a flawless silver learning blanket.

"I really didn't know that there were ancient dragons in the mountains! Let me go!"

Another battle was over. A beating nose was bruised and face was swollen. The right wing membrane was burnt through a huge hole and the left abdomen thoracic cavity was hollowed inward. The miserable white dragon was a few times larger and was so easy. Pressed under her body, a head gently bit the back of the dragon's neck, forcing the other party to be immobile-she learned this trick from cats, and children are more impersonal. As everyone knows, it really makes the other party immobile. , Is her exaggerated weight, not biting the back of the neck.

"Hey, I have copied ten dragon nests in a row. No white dragon knows the trace of the ancient dragon. I guess there is no more. Ning, let him go, let's go."

Pain Hess sighed regretfully, like a man of noble sentiment, who would trample to death without seeing ants, and flew away with a dragon and a demon. He came here purely to ask for information. The ten white dragons in the dragon's nest just gave the fat a beating, and did not kill the real killer.

"But it's weird. I thought that the white dragons on the mountain were all captured by the Romans as soldiers, and there are still wild ones? Didn't they complete this task in their heyday?"

"The dragon cannot be tamed, it can only be tamed. The two are very different."

Magnus hid among the colorful wings, resisting the icy wind in the mountains, and began to show off knowledge.

"It is very difficult to domesticate a species. There are only a few species known to be domesticated in the world, such as cattle, sheep, and horses. They are domesticated. You have thoroughly domesticated these poor animals and made them obedient and adapt to the artificial breeding environment. , Adapt to the soybeans and meat fodder that you have made yourself and are not originally in their recipes, and can even breed offspring in batches according to your own needs. Some highly skilled herders can even replace the leading sheep in the flock. , Let the whole flock move with itself.

But dragons are different. Those dragon individuals are only "tamed", and the entire race cannot be "tamed" at all. It is the same as the tigers, bears, and Indian war elephants in the arena: Have you heard that the tigers in the arena will reproduce the next generation obediently, and let the slave owners tame their cubs? No, because they can't do it at all. They have a strong sense of personal territory and are extremely picky about their spouses. All these things are caught and tame. "

"That's it."

Painhurs nodded, and returned to the Okturon Forge City for the second time to get his brand new armor.

"Welcome! Welcome, honorable governor of the three provinces, your armor has been cast and is ready to take."

Kalbo Hall clapped his hands and ordered several short stacks to step on their short legs, and bring up a gorgeous armor made of mithril. The cast general wielded four tentacles to personally wear new armor for the warchief. .

"This set of battle armor is divided into five parts. Last time you came, I measured all the data of your body, and passed it up to absolutely fit! This is the first part, the riveted chain mail designed for the body of your horse! Mithril Material! Lightweight craftsmanship! Also added spell adaptation and twilight, will not interfere with your spell casting!"

The four tentacles of the general were cast to the limit. The gorgeous chain mail, which is composed of countless mithril rings and densely linked together, is like a silver curtain, accompanied by the sound of salsa as thousands of silver rings rubbing against each other. On top of the sturdy, superb body of the pale white man.

The gorgeous chain armor, like a silver waterfall, flows down the elegant curve full of explosive power along the sides of the warchief’s horse, and the end just hangs down to the ground. The hooves and buttocks are covered tightly.

The most exaggerated thing is that this armor is light and barely feels a trace of weight. When you reach out to touch it, you can feel the invincibility of Mithril. Each ring of this Mithril armor is surprisingly small, making it a rougher barbarian. The lock armor can even be pierced into the huge gap between the iron ring and the iron ring with a spear, and this thing, I am afraid that it is difficult to penetrate the gap with the cone-shaped arrow cluster specifically for the lock armor.

The most terrifying thing is the link between each hoop. A rougher barbarian craftsman would be successful if he directly bends the wire into a circle. This kind of thing can break dozens of hoops with a single axe.

However, the craftsmanship of this dwarf is really awesome. After such a small silver ring is turned into a round shape, the two ends must be reheated, deformed, flattened with a hammer, and overlapped. Finally, a fine gold rivet is used. , Pierce both ends of the smashed silver ring, firmly fix them together, exquisitely like a work of art!

Calbo Hal was short and got into the four hooves of the warchief. Inside this set of chain armor, three fixing belts were installed. As long as they were tied tightly to the belly of the pale white horse, the whole armor could be fixed. , It's just that when the old dwarf was fixing the belt under Painhurs' belly, he was frightened by an exaggerated profanity.

The chain mail for the upper body of the sagittarius and human beings uses the same technique as the chain armor curtain for the lower body, but the shape is changed, the front swing is surprisingly wide, and the back swing disappears directly.

After looking at the huge height gap between himself and the centaur, General Foundry frowned dissatisfiedly. The two tentacles turned into stilts and the like, and he lifted himself into the air.

The other two tentacles held the mithril chain armor high above the top of the warchief’s head. When I let go, the whole chain armor was like a silver waterfall, accompanied by the sound of salsa rubbing against each other with silver rings, supported by the broad shoulders of a white horse. Point, also exactly vertical to the ground, like a curtain covering the front of the two front hooves.

Calbo Hal continued to do it. At this time, the warchief discovered that there were a large number of studded leather buckles between the two sets of chain armor, the texture was as tough as dragon skin, in order to prevent it from being cut off. Some mithril iron sheets were also sewn.

Through this symmetry, a total of thirteen pairs, 26 studded leather buckles, the mithril chain armor of the human body, and the mithril chain armor of the horse body are completely linked together! The pale horse, except for the head and hands, is now shrouded in dense mithril armor.

"Next, is the third part of this suit!"

The founding general looked at his painstakingly perfect creation with satisfaction.

"Although the chain mail is easy to move, like this kind of mythril chain mail, it can accompany the movements of the limbs, like a soft liquid, and change its shape at will. It will not affect the casting movement at all, but the defense power , The plane is still somewhat inadequate, so I used mythril and the scales of the fallen white dragon to forge a white dragon chest!

Ah, I studied the running posture of the steed, and I feel that every muscle of your hind body is moving: this thing is different from the lock armor, it is fixed, if you also make a horse body, it will affect your running, so , Just made a pair according to the front half of your human body. "

Kalbo Har took out the third part of the armor, the densely densely arranged white dragon scales, overlapping each other. Surrounded by the heart guard in the center of the breastplate: That thing is a mithril round shield!

"Heartguard? This thing looks like the style of the Far East and the grassland."

The warchief joked.

"I deliberately built it in the Far Eastern style. Otherwise, if one day you fight with the Romans, they see the armor you wear at a glance. The casting style is exactly the same as that of Laozi. Am I running away or committing suicide? "

The casting general rolled his eyes and made this suit a little heavy, but it was just a vest-like white dragon breastplate used to protect the chest and abdomen. It was put on the body of the great chief-this thing looks heavy, and it is very light to wear. of.

Then, is the fourth part of the battle armor: After completing the basic defenses, the master foundry began to spend some time, he intends to carry the silver to the end, a pair of furry shoulder pads, linked with a piece of animal fur. The pale cloak was worn on Painhurs's shoulders, and the pale fur was attached to the chain mail, hanging down to the belly of the horse, further deepening the grassland style of the whole armor.

The last item is the helmet-the other party is quite good at playing. The original shape is based on a Sasanian-Persian cone-shaped iron helmet, but the brim of the hat is surrounded by a circle of white fox fur. It is made in the same nomadic style as a felt hat. , On the periphery of the mithril iron helmet, on the brim of the white fox, it was also cast, and a gold crown was fixed, densely inlaid with gems of various colors, and the degree of bells and whistles was more than that of the witchcraft crown.

"This tribal crown that I personally made, I also ask the warchief to wear it yourself-I know that your witchcraft crown can't be removed, so this helmet of dominance was made a big circle when it was made."

The casting general respectfully saluted, watching the white horse take the helmet with both hands, the crown, the exquisite helmet that blends into one body, gently worn outside the witchcraft crown, all the armor parts are integrated into the chief. , The whole body was trembling with excitement!

"Ha! Sure enough! Lao Tzu's work is not beautiful when placed on the armor shelf! Only when I wear it on the person I tailor-made for it, can he completely show his exquisite beauty!!!"

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