Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After hearing the other party's name, Painhurs was calm on the surface, but stormy waves had been set off in his heart.

Caesar of the Western Roman Empire, daughter of the co-ruling emperor, imperial princess?

This was really a random cast of nets, but it caught a big fish, a big fish that, perhaps, could completely overturn the entire fishing boat!

If I remember correctly, Honoria is also a historical celebrity. In the original history, in order to get rid of the political marriage chosen by her younger brother, a paper document was passed to the Hungarian emperor Atti. In front of Ra, he promised to use half of the empire as his dowry, and let the ferocious whip of God come to Italy to marry him, which caused a catastrophe of the world.

"This thing must not be leaked out, hell, these people are actually the guards of the Western Roman Empire Caesar! This is going to be spread, and the Western Roman army is scheduled to be dispatched-and hundreds of thousands of Eastern Roman troops are just south of the Danube. Stay on top of it. Once the operation is not good, your little tribe will most likely be flanked by the two Roman empires."

The silver light in Magnus's one-eyed eyes skyrocketed, and he started telepathic communication with anxiety.

"You don't need to say about this, I know, but the crisis and opportunity coexist in this matter. Let me think about how I want to do it..."

While thinking about how to operate in his mind, Painhurs began to forge the scene. He put away the spoils at will, burned the corpse’s throat and brain with chaotic fire, imprisoned, and destroyed the soul. He simply used plane teleportation to transfer some Important corpses are thrown to other planes, completely eliminating the possibility of resurrection.

After witnessing the monster doing all this, Honoria's face paled with fright, and her slender legs trembled, for fear that she would also be subjected to this violent attack.

"I regret to inform you, your majesty princess."

The pale horse performed a standard aristocratic etiquette, and used the most solemn gesture to tell the most terrible words. His pale and handsome face exuded a dangerous charm.

"You are my captive now. Please don't leave me: if I find you trying to escape, quietly contacting and contacting other people around, I swear to you: Princess, your fate will be better than these few touches. It is still miserable to encounter the caster of the Nine Rings-but as long as you are obedient, one day, sooner or later, you will be able to return to your parents without incident. Now, please go to the dragon back."

"If you are worried that your identity will be exposed, I, Honoria, swear to the gods that even if I return home, I will never reveal your identity!"

The little princess keenly caught the mental activity of the white horse, but the other party was not moved at all, even lazily repeating the words just now, just randomly pointing to the wreckage in the distance, and lightly tapping on her slender neck.

Honoria lowered her proud head in frustration, with a weeping face, slowly walking to Ning's side, looking up at the tall dragon's back like a hill, and looking back at the white horse cautiously-obviously, she There is no means to climb up.

Pain Hess sighed, slipped up the collar of the little princess with one hand, and stared fiercely with four hoofs. The whole person rose from the ground like an arrow from the string, and jumped directly to the back of the silver dragon. Honoria exclaimed in exclamation.

However, the little girl hadn't reacted yet. The silver dragon was already squirming its huge silver body like a mountain. The wind pressure with its wings rolled up was so strong that it even supported the 600-ton zombie behemoth, slowly cushioning it up high. High clouds.

Ning usually wears a big scarf around her neck. When she changes back to the form of a dragon, this sheepskin scarf will unfold into a huge plush carpet.

Accompanied by the silver dragon, soaring above the high sky at four times the speed of the war horse, the little princess's blood-stained face turned pale with fright, and she unconsciously shrank into the white horse's arms. The slender arms tightly encircled the warlock's waist.

The howling cold wind hit Painhurs' face, making the Pale Warlock feel extremely comfortable, but it swayed the weak Honoria, and her lips were a little purple in fright.

Upon seeing this, the warchief immediately spread out a wall of storm in front of him, blocking the oncoming rushing wind, and took out a large sheepskin jacket made of a horse and a horse in the dimensional bag, and wrapped it in the girl’s. Body.

This thoughtful little trick actually moved Honoria a little, and the look in the white horse's eyes became more complicated.

Relying on the power of illusion, Painhurs dyed all the silver scales red, and applied the technique of dragon's breath to himself. Cross the Alps and head straight for Milan!

"call--"

The red dragon that covered the sky and the sun whizzed past the capital of the empire, shrouding the small half of the snow-capped mountain fortress under the shadow of its own wings.

Pain Hess hugged Honoria, who was so light, and walked to Ning’s head, directly facing a flock of sheep outside the city, spitting out the crimson dragon flame of death, looking at the pitiful babbles. Guys, one by one was completely engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

Amidst the screams of the crowd and the harsh alarm bells, the huge red dragon that pierced the sky, almost rubbing the arrow tower of the Milan city wall, whizzed past!

The imperial defenders were also tough. The heavy crossbowmen sprinted forward and shot a sea of ​​crossbow arrows at the dragon, which covered the sky. They hit the sparkling sparks on the red-painted dragon scales, accompanied by the scorpion crossbows in the tower. The loud noise of the winch's rotation also began to slowly move the shooting direction.

Ning let out a roar of dissatisfaction. In the midst of the dragon fire, she picked up two roasted whole lambs, and quickly raised her height, leaving the arrow behind, and immediately retreated before the Romans could react and flew back. The Alps...

The next day, a super giant red dragon appeared in Milan, and there was already a lot of trouble.

"Did you know? A huge red dragon attacked a nearby pasture! It fell from the sky and burned a large group of sheep to death!"

"Yes, yes, that size has never been seen before, even bigger than the ancient white dragon entrenched in Rome!"

"So, this red dragon is also an ancient dragon? Why did he appear on the snow mountain?"

"I don't know. It stands to reason that Honglong doesn't like this cold climate, but who knows."

"Wait, a few days ago, Caesar seems to have sent a dragon hunting team, the protector princess, to hunt dragons in the Alps-at this time an ancient red dragon suddenly appeared?! Your Royal Highness is okay?!"

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The news of an ancient red dragon buckle is continuing to ferment.

After a few days, Caesar and the dragon hunting team were completely unable to contact, so they sent a second group of people into the mountain to search, but only the charred corpses were brought back, covered with dragon teeth bite marks, but it didn’t matter. , After verification, these bones are all adult men. It seems that the princess is still alive.

The co-ruling emperor Constantius of the Western Roman Empire rushed into the crown and immediately linked the two things together. The daughter was actually taken away by a dragon under the protection of two nine-ring spellcasters? ! How dare a beast bully me? ? ?

Under Caesar's anger, a more sophisticated dragon hunting squad, heavily armed, went into the mountains to search. Constantius ordered that anyone who found the dragon's nest would reward them with gold. The dragon slaughter rescued the princess, rewarded 10,000 gold, and gained the position of governor of a city!

However, the Great Chief no longer knew about these things. He disguised Ning as a red dragon and went around the Milan Fortress. After returning to the Alps under the Romans’ noses, he immediately climbed to the top of the clouds. Fly to the south without returning.

It is estimated that the Romans will have to find here in the Alps for a while, and now Honoria is a hot potato. He didn't even dare to put the girl back into the tribe. Magnus accurately removed the pigeon whispering psionic beacon from her. After that, the group had arrived in Crete.

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