Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Peturabo walked in the joyous palace of the mother of drow, and everything around him made the battle-tested Iron Lord feel uncomfortable.

The carpet under your feet is spliced ​​by thousands of indescribable colors, countless extremely dazzling colors, as if they were smeared, distorted, and blended indiscriminately by a certain insane madman, without any aesthetic feeling in the eyes of the elves. In any case, it revealed bursts of profanity and madness.

The walls on both sides are covered with complete skins of humanoids.

Every ten steps Zhan Shuai took, there was a human or elven human skin with a painful and distorted face, which was hung upside down on the walls on both sides, between their legs, and even placed their own skull.

However, the skulls of these deceased were completely lifted, turned upside down, and placed on top of the broken skull. The skull, which was suitable for making a bowl, was filled with lamp oil, and the wick was burning with a dark, silent black flame.

And the dome of the corridor is pure pitch black. The door handle at the end of the corridor turned out to be a pair of complete specimens of human hands.

"Zall aesthetic."

Peturabo let out a cold snort in his heart, pushed open the black door with a force field shock wave, and strode inward.

"Governor of Egypt, have you chosen a good manpower?"

"God, the commander-in-chief is coming."

A drow elven who is so beautiful that it is impossible to be square is lying lazily on a large bed made of gold and precious stones covered with soft cotton. The surroundings of the gold bed are carefully crafted by the best craftsmen in Egypt. Numerous exquisite reliefs were carved, filled with ancient words praising Ptolemy's great deeds, and a series of peerless paintings engraving the spider queen and his successors.

On the beams and pillars inlaid with gold and jade, silk curtains embroidered with poisonous snakes are hung. The maids on both sides gently fanned the human skin fans, and the soft breeze blew up the golden silk, so that the Lord of Steel, the supreme ruler of the drow elves, could be a peerless elegance.

The slightly raised nose, the bright red lips, the beautiful rippling **** eyes, and the iconic dark skin make her dream-catching and beautiful face add a touch of exoticism again. The mood.

The long and soft silver hair brushed her graceful body like a waterfall, and her extremely open robe. Exposed large areas of delicate and smooth skin, white fabrics, and gold accessories complement the dark ketone body, and at the same time make each other more eye-catching.

"Assassinating the tribal warchief is such a crazy thing, our priest needs to communicate with the deity."

Cleopatra got up slightly, the gold bracelets and anklets collided with each other on her slender limbs, making a crisp sound, and the black peak on her chest, which was only covered by a layer of tulle, shook gently. , Hitting the dark ripples that make their debut.

The palace of the Governor of Egypt is also filled with countless crazy colors and anti-human accessories. In the corner of the palace, countless slaves wearing collars are lingering and copulating in various ways with the accompaniment of special Egyptian musical instruments, and this pleasant sound is only regarded as part of the vocal music of a profanity ensemble.

"It's ridiculous, if the **** you believe in doesn't agree with you to participate, will you betray the empire?"

Peturabo looked around, and he didn't have the slightest identification with the drow aesthetic.

However, what surprised him was that in the most conspicuous and noble part of the room, there was actually a lifelike golden statue—the sculpture was a human girl, no matter her face or figure, she was perfectly in line with the war. The handsome aesthetic made him unable to look away for a while.

"No, no, no matter what the result of the divination, the drow will always be loyal to the empire."

The Egyptian governor smiled and explained, but before she finished speaking, the dark door was pushed open by another drow woman.

"Mother! He responded to us!"

A gorgeously dressed female drow, after seeing Peturabo's figure, talked for a while, and then immediately reconnected.

"He said, you can go."

"Very good, Commander Zhan, I agree with your plan."

Cleopatra nodded in satisfaction. A trace of unnoticeable panic flashed in his drunken eyes.

"Please specify the time and location. At that time, I will send at least four legendary powerhouses to participate in your hunting."

After the commander Zhan left the palace, the governor-general of Egypt let out a sigh of relief. She actually knelt down religiously at the sculpture of a human woman who had lingered in Peturabo.

And the whispering voice in her mouth was clearly the half-spider half-elf spider **** queen in the drow faith.

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At the same time, the Alpharis spy who went to the Palestine provinces to notify Fogrim also encountered the same trouble.

In the splendid Governor’s Mansion, the former head of the Third Legion had an extremely extravagant retirement life. Hundreds of bards played grand music for him in the over-decorated auditorium.

The governors of the two provinces, with their upper bodies naked, lie on the legs of a woman who is extremely exposed, and the other two stunning maids continue to massage and soothe the strong muscles of the former army commander.

"Think of me now? Before that, why did you strip me of the position of commander of the army?! If you don't go or not, I have a concert here to listen to, a woman to sleep, and a good wine to enjoy! I have been fighting for a lifetime now Have to enjoy it!"

Fugen lay lazily on the maid's slender thigh, and gave an impatient cold snort. The purple eyes are filled with grievance and anger.

"His Majesty the Regent really couldn't help you before, but the Senate made a final judgment. If this action is successful, His Majesty will promote you to become the Illiya Field Army, the highest military commander. Regain the occupied territories for the empire.

Presumably in your blood, you still yearn for war, right? "

Alpharis bowed respectfully. If Painhurs really ran across the streets of Alexandria, then the northern barbarians would inevitably be in a mess. At that time, the empire would regain control of Pannonia and Dacia, and he would have been reactivated.

"Really?!"

Phoenician's phoenix leaped up from her knees, her eyes widened in disbelief, and after seeing the letter and stamp from the Senate, her whole body trembled with excitement!

"Okay, I will leave now!"

"mission completed."

Alpharis breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. However, what is also puzzling is that there is a lifelike amethyst sculpture next to Forgrim, who has recently been known for his fornication, at that moment...Huh? Is it an Alpharis? ? ?

Chrysanthemum's tight assassin's complexion changed drastically and hurriedly retired. After he left, the former leader of the Third Legion actually reverently called this amethyst sculpture, the **** of war he believed in: Hextow.

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"The white horse likes to add a bunch of buffing magic to his body to counteract the vortex. This arcane will disrupt every continuous magic matrix on the target body, causing them to produce a terrifying countercurrent vortex, disrupting, destroying, distorting, and even tearing. The flesh and blood of the target. In severe cases, it can even make the target stunned, and this spell is full."

After confirming that there are seven legends who will join the assassination, Peturabo turned over his spellbook, which was thicker than the Latin dictionary. Choose the spell to be prepared tomorrow.

"The opponent's speed is extremely fast, slow skills can slow down his terrifying speed."

"Ah, he is also good at invisibility and various fancy illusions, true knowledge! This spell can see through all illusions, all magic that deceives the senses, is invisible in front of me. Full, full."

"Dimensional anchor, this spell that blocks the target's teleportation ability must be brought."

"Well, he is very good at necromancy spells. Find a priest to copy some death-preventing enchantments. I am immune to all death effects, so that his death will be wiped out, and the negative energy breath that causes a negative level is completely nullified."

"Ah, by the way, this guy at Ninth Ring knows that the spell has time to stop, and this spell must be full."

"By the way, he is also good at summoning monsters. According to the latest information, the monsters he summoned even have some peculiar power. Exile, exorcism, and anti-magic field must also be brought!

Summon helpers to help out? I make you unable to summon a monster! "

A mage is terrifying, and a mage who knows the basics of the opponent, pulls his face down, makes a careful plan, and destroys the opponent at all costs is even more terrifying.

Peturabo even gave up the energy-shaping bombing he was best at, and all the spells he prepared were to restrain the existence of Peinhes. This assassination, the commander of the war was determined to win.

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