Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Looking at the pale monster that was as frightening as a nightmare, almost instantly, burning the six-headed giant to the dark withered bones, and the four-color magic fire on the broken corpse, like a demon. Generally dancing.

The little girl covered by the illusion gauze was so scared that she almost cried. This time she went into the mountain to hunt the dragon. Her father sent two spellcasters who touched the Nine Rings to sit there. Even if they met the ancient dragon, they would have the power to fight. , At least can retreat calmly.

And this horror lineup is just to find a suitable white dragon mount for her. Who ever thought that a spring-like snow-capped mountain that looked relaxed and happy would turn into a terrifying evil flame **** in an instant.

A big hand tightly covered the girl’s cherry lips to avoid the sound of sobbing that would cause the killing sound. At the same time, relying on the mass-produced psionic communication device, the psionic communication that cannot be sensed by magic is used to communicate in front of you. Of intelligence.

"Damn it! What is this gleaming silver monster? Centaur? Is it the rumored tribe?"

"Why do people from the tribe appear in the Alps? They have the province of Norikum, and they do have control of a part of the mountains, but we have just left Milan for three days! How deviated from the route, it is impossible to go to Norikum. Let Rikum go!"

Two powerful spellcasters looked at each other. After decades of separation, the Eastern Roman Empire and the Western Roman Empire had completely split into two different regimes due to various political struggles and intrigues. The connection between each other, along with the fall of the frontier land, has become increasingly scarce.

Painhurs was well-known in the Eastern Roman Empire. He first repelled an entire battalion of the Roman main battle legion in Gredinian, and then served as a mercenary to the empire, fought against the Sassanian Persian Empire in Asia Minor. In the end, he even slaughtered the Taiflin Damu at the same level as the Patriarch of the diocese.

And the most recent time, this half-man and half-horse brought his own people raging in the province of Cappadocia, and even encircled the entire eastern field army, and captured the provincial capital Trabzonspor.

His terrible name is unknown to everyone from Thrace to Egypt.

The Western Roman Empire really has no idea about this newly rising monster leader. Dacia broke away from the empire more than 40 years ago, and Pannonia and Norikum were captured by the barbarians more than 20 years ago. In fact, the Visigoths had been operating here for ten years when they seized this foundation.

The only ones who really knew about Painhurs were the commander-in-chief Gordontius, and his eldest son Aetius, who was the hostage.

Even the Western Roman soldiers who had seen his true appearance had only two battle groups.

Even the frontier warriors know very little about the warchief, let alone the dignitaries living in the hinterland of the empire. What's more, there are only a few pieces of information sent back to the Senate: white horses, golden crowns, and black robes.

And Pain Hess happened to change a set of Mithril chain armor in human harness.

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"Painhurs! These are elite dragon hunting squads! This kind of 9th ring spellcaster is not common, it is probably directly under the Senate! Do you really want to do it?"

Magnus' eyes widened in horror, and he was incredibly entrenched on the left shoulder of the white horse.

"I don't want to do it, but do you have a better way? These two guys blocked my teleportation and spells. If you don't kill these six guys with dragon hunting crossbows, even Ning's flying ability will be lost. They deprive them. Drag directly to the ground!"

The warchief was extremely calm.

"It's better to just launch a surprise attack while they didn't find me. I have already killed six, and it's not bad for the last two! Let Ning bite them a few bites and pretend to be a dragon disaster."

"Damn! Whether it belongs to the tribe or not! That monster killed six of my men, the members of the Laozi Senate! Killing a tribe dog, that ridiculous tribal chief could still force Augustus and hand us over Can't the blood be paid for? Let's release monsters at the same time! Three! Two! One! Do it!"

The two nine-ring spellcasters who worked together for a long time, after a short period of thinking, also directly moved to kill. Through the coordinates that have been set long ago, the rock golem placed in the house,

Accompanied by the thunderous sound of the sky, two rock golems piled up with mud and stones were released by the master. They are so huge, as if two towering mountain peaks are rising from the ground, huge rock arms covering the sky. , The indifferent face of the soil structure, without the slightest touch of emotion.

The mage did not hesitate after releasing his golem, and he exploded quickly, pulling his future back to the current timeline in a few seconds.

And, with the help of this short period of time, after a super magic, the huge magic vacuum area is covered on the entire battlefield!

"It succeeded! Now neither of us can use magic, but the two rock golems are enough to crush the pale beast fur..."

Wu Hao supported the stunned mage and let out a long sigh of relief, but before he could finish his words, a sharp arrow the size of a spear whizzed through the cold air and nailed it to Wu Hao's right. On the shoulders, a rain of blood was splashed.

Then, the second arrow, the third arrow, and the fourth arrow! Painhurs keenly caught the flashing arcane fluctuations, and shot four arrows in a row against the caster who was also exposed to the magic field because of the anti-magic field. A total of three arrows were shot through the thin body of the witch.

"how come······"

Wu Zang's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the white horse could actually deal with himself under the attack of two giant stone monsters?

Indeed, if you change to a normal spellcaster, after being deprived of the ability to cast spells, there will probably only be a dead end in a fierce battle with the two golems.

But Painhurs was not alone.

The three silver dragons hovering in the sky, retracted their wings and swooped down from the sky. With a terrifying weight of 600 tons, accompanied by the arrogant impact of the dragon's claws, one claw shattered the head of the golem, crushing the stone and soil. Dropped from the sky like raindrops.

And Magnus revealed his original form, the silver light in the one-eyed eye skyrocketed, and the entire space began to be twisted and deformed because of psychic energy, directly shattering the legs of the second giant, and burned it with a psychic flame. It stretched out the palm of the white horse.

Pain Hess drew the fifth arrow under the cover of the two, and continued to draw the enchanted bow into a horrible full moon, and the arrows reflecting the cold light pointed directly at the witch's chest!

"Damn it, you can only kill people now!"

The silver light in Magnus’s one-eyed sky skyrocketed. Magic cannot interfere with psychic energy, but neither can psychic energy interfere with magic. He cannot remove his invisibility. He can only forcibly peel dozens of huge rocks from the mountain, like a rainstorm of meteors. Generally, it smashed into the place where Painhurs' arrow pointed, surrounded the warchief and the casters hiding in the illusion gauze, and made a circle of rock cages, blocking all their retreat possibilities.

Sixth arrow! Seventh arrow!

The pale horse rushed forward while shooting arrows of death, the sound of the rubbing of mythril chain armor, and the terrible sound of horses' hoofs crushing the ground, quietly singing like an elegy to the end.

The stunned mage never recovered his sanity. He was shot directly through the throat by Painhurs. After losing the ability to cast spells, even a witch who was not much stronger than a soldier, was like a light and fragile object, and was charged by a white horse. Hit and fly in the air.

Pain Hess bowed his bow and took the arrow, and the eighth sharp arrow accurately hit the Roman spellcaster who was flying in midair.

When all the dust settled, the warchief suddenly discovered that these two powerful spellcasters were actually protecting a little girl in a red quilted jacket. She looked like twelve or three years old at most, with her childish face writing. Full of panic and panic, the caster's blood splattered her green body, and in the trembling pupils, there were several cold corpses and three horrible monsters that had never been seen before.

"What is your name?"

Seeing that this little girl was not threatening, Painhurs also withdrew his monstrous killing intent, and began to recover the arrows shot, let Ning bite a few people's arrow wounds to fake the wounds.

Killing a child on the battlefield, Painhurs would have no worries. But now that the battle is over, killing a child who is unarmed and unwilling to fight seems to be below the bottom line, but it is impossible to let go. If you have to do everything, you can do everything you need to take it back and be a slave for a lifetime.

"I asked, what is your name."

Seeing that the little girl was sitting on the snow without any response, the warchief repeated his words again. And made a pulling action.

"Don't, don't!"

Hearing the sound of bowstrings, the blood-stained little girl suddenly regained consciousness. She hurriedly got up from the ground, obviously a twelve or thirteen-year-old little girl, but tried her best to pretend to be a noble and elegant lady.

"Please don't kill me, the living me can bring you greater benefits! My father will pay you a large ransom for my freedom. He is the Caesar of the Western Roman Empire: Constantius, My name is Honoria, Justa Grata Honoria!"

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