Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar 422 years, Jon, the twenty-first day, midnight (June 21, 422 AD)

A new day came quietly amidst the terrible killings of the tribes and empires, and Painhurs once again established a connection with the chaotic realms. The depleted divine skill positions were once again filled with the power of the dark gods.

All the dark magic arts obtained from the chaos are restored, and the next step is to restore the arcane energy that has been consumed by itself.

The Romans did not intend to give Peinhes a chance. Aetius led the 20,000 barbarian remnants to return to Dazhai. Hundreds of thousands of exhausted troops rested in batches, just like the waves, endlessly charging towards the hillside, but He was repeatedly beaten back by people. The accumulated fatigue caused a large number of soldiers to reach their limit, and they passed out in the middle of the road.

The tribe was also not well, their soldiers were extremely tired, and they were completely struggling to meet the enemy. The terrifying rain of arrows was never shot. The logistic supplies of the entire tribal army were completely cut off by the Romans, and the army on the hillside was already exhausted.

"The Austrian troops? Where are the Austrian troops? Bring them all together, concentrate the fireball and bomb a gap! Then the whole army rushes!"

Seeing the repulsed Roman soldiers rushing down the hill like a landslide, Aetius braced his weak body and let out an angry roar.

"Where are the Austrian troops. Commander-in-chief!"

A battle commander who had killed a blood man with a broken blade, said breathlessly.

"Their spell slots have long been exhausted. Now they are all meditating in the back camp, and the brothers are at their limit. Several people don't even have the strength to lift their shields. Order the whole army to repair it! Now in everyone's situation, yes. Can't attack it!"

The psionicist clenched his fist, his sharp nails almost pinched the palm of his hand to bleed. This is the weakest time of the tribe, and it is the weakest time of Painhurs. If he can attack now, it will certainly eradicate the empire's troubles.

But now is also the weakest time of the empire.

"Remove all! I will give you four hours of repair time! Before the morning sun climbs out of the eastern forest, I want to see the tribe's blue dragon flag, all falling to the ground!"

Aetius sighed up to the sky and had to withdraw the offensive troops. The 170,000 army was so exhausted that, wearing armor, they started to fall asleep as soon as they fell to the ground. A large number of soldiers slept directly in a pool of blood, even The guards of the night watch all leaned on their spears and closed their eyes sleepily.

Christian looked at the slack Roman army, and wanted to lead a team of elites to the raid, but looked around, all the tribal warriors were exhausted.

The sound of war drums came suddenly. The flames dyed red throughout the night gradually dissipated. As time passed, the two warring parties rushed to recover their strength.

I don't know how long it has passed, the dark sky became brighter, and the eastern sky showed the first white of the fish belly. Piles of smoke, slowly drifting from the Roman camp.

"Christian! A lot of smoke from the hillside! The Romans are awake! They are cooking!"

Abhors barely stabilized the injuries of the two chiefs Yuehan and Graymane, and pulled them back from the death line. Before the Arch Druid who had not slept for a whole night could catch his breath, he frowned at the distant cooking smoke.

"Damn, the Romans are making a fire and cooking, at most an hour later, they will launch a new offensive! This is too fast..."

"Don't say anything, immediately call out all those who can fight! Let them eat all the dry food they carry and prepare to fight."

The remaining soldiers of the tribe climbed up from the bed with a sigh, gnawing naan bread and dried meat, desperately replenishing their physical strength.

But just as they were eating, the Roman attack had begun! The mighty tens of thousands of soldiers raised the Scarlet Eagle Flag, divided into three directions, north, south, and east, struggling to attack the entire army of the tribe.

It turned out that they had eaten dry food as early as half an hour ago. After eating and drinking, they deliberately raised a campfire to trick the tribe into eating, and took this opportunity to launch the final blow.

"Hold on! The whole night has passed! The warchief can recover with it!"

A head of a thousand households swallowed the unchewed dried meat in one gulp, roared loudly, and yelled at the tribe soldiers who were eating to attack with all their strength. Accompanied by the terrifying roar of battle, the two sides fought again. The soldiers who had run out of arrows held up their shields and erected spear walls. The Roman regiment didn't even need to put up a tortoise formation against the arrow rain, and charged directly in front of the enemy, threw three javelins, and wielded a short sword to fight with them. Together.

"These imperial soldiers are really stingy!"

A head of a hundred households sighed. He originally wanted to draw out the javelin nailed on the shield as ammunition. After collecting it to a certain size, he ordered the soldiers to throw it back, but found that these imperial-style javelins were all one-offs. , The joint between the wooden handle and the iron handle was extremely fragile. After hitting and landing, it broke into two pieces and couldn't be used at all.

No way, the man dared to pull out the halberd beside him, and rushed into the **** ocean without hesitation.

In such a short time, the spell slots of all the law systems on both sides have not been restored, and spell bombing cannot be established. At this moment, Aetius has realized a psionic bomber with a small second-loop energy transfer technique. It became the deadliest nightmare of the tribe.

Accompanied by the eerie whistling sound, silver fireballs dazzling like the sun across the sky, burst into the crowd of people and horses! A group of psychic fire swallowed up the entire team, and the terrifying blast wave threw the whole sky of meat and dust into the sky tens of meters.

And one after another Roman battle groups, supported by the bombing of Aetius, stepped on the corpses of the people and horses that ignited the psionic fire, and roared to the center of the hill, blood rage, thunder spear, count The brave athletes of this clan desperately blocked the empire's blade, but they were wiped out in the psionic fireballs flying from afar.

The most terrible thing is that the kid who had just inherited the Visigoth throne also gathered the remnant army, and even gathered more than a hundred frost giants. Right now, the shoulders of those giants are carrying three Gajdin nobles directly. With the water of the Marne River, it went around to the west of the hillside to attack, which once again increased the pressure on the tribal defense.

Accompanied by the howl of terror, another silver fireball exploded in the center of the tribe army! Aetius was full of confidence, and it took eight hours to recover the arcane position. Now only six hours have passed since Painhurs retreated into the hills. These remnants were defeated and couldn't resist two hours at all.

Between his fingers, his eyes burst out with two psychic lightning bolts.

Centaur can't bear a psychic bombardment of this scale, and even the bravest and fearless fighters will gradually collapse in the endless fireball explosion.

And at this most critical moment, a portal door quietly unfolded behind Aetius, and a tall and powerful white horse, like a pale nightmare, descended behind Zhanshuai.

"How is this possible! It's only six hours now—"

The horrified words of Aetius came suddenly, and the white horse was not the only one in the portal!

"I didn't tell you all my secrets, old friend! My divine art recovery time is at midnight every day! As long as the chaos divine art is restored, I will be able to fight you! Is there any arcane art? It doesn't matter if you place it!

Unexpectedly, I teleported directly to the province of Letia! It took six hours to find all the elders of the tribe who used to defend and transport the food road. Except for leaving the ghouls against the private army of Augustus, they brought everyone back! "

"Waaagh!!!"

Zhan Shuai looked at the rift in the space in disbelief. A giant green-skinned man walked out of it, and the hamster wheel behind him spun wildly, causing the horror chain saw on his arm to hum!

Accompanied by the screaming sound of ghost ghosts, two screaming shadows also rushed out from the portal. The two vampires instantly transformed into dragons, and the sound of the dragon roar of the two ancient shadow dragons rushed into the sky! The violent wind swept through the dark clouds, and once again covered the sky that had just exposed the light like midnight!

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Teleport

Conjuration (Teleport)

Level: Warlock/Mage 5, Travel 5

Spell component: words

Casting time: 1 standard action

Distance: personal and contact

Goal: oneself and the objects in contact or other voluntary creatures in contact

Duration: Immediately

Exemption: None, and invalid if the will is passed (object)

Spell Resistance: Incompatibility (object)

This spell can immediately teleport you to a designated location, up to a distance of up to 100 miles per caster level, but cannot travel between planes. You can carry objects as long as their weight does not exceed your maximum weight. Every 3 levels of your caster level, you can bring one more willing creature of medium size or smaller (the creature can carry equipment up to its maximum weight) or a creature equivalent to this (see below). Large creatures are treated as two medium-sized creatures, super-large creatures are treated as two large creatures, and so on. All creatures being teleported must be in contact with another teleported person, and at least one of the teleported creatures must be in contact with you. Like any spell whose scope is personal and the target is you, you do not need to make a saving throw yourself, and your spell resistance is also invalid for the spell. Only if the item is owned or used by another person can it be saved and applied spell resistance.

You must have a clear understanding of the location and general terrain of the destination. The clearer the image in your mind, the greater the likelihood of a successful transmission. Attempting to teleport to areas with huge physical or magical energy can be dangerous and even make the teleportation fail.

To determine the working status of the transmission, you can determine whether the transmission is successful by rolling a percent dice and comparing the following table. The meaning of the table is as follows:

Familiarity: "Very familiar" refers to the places you often go to, the places that make you feel at home. "Extremely researched" refers to a place that you know well. You may be able to see it at the time, you may go to it often, or you have studied the place through some methods (such as casting a scrying spell). "Occasionally seen" is a place you have seen several times, but you are not very familiar. "Seen once" is a place you have only seen once, possibly through magic.

"Zhawuzhidi" is a place that doesn't exist at all, or a place you were familiar with, but it no longer exists or has completely changed so that you are no longer familiar with it. When traveling to "Check Nowhere", instead of a percent die, roll 1d20+80 and then check the table. Because the location is completely wrong, it doesn't matter whether the target is correct or the target is wrong.

The goal is right: you are in the right place where you want to reach.

Target error: You are safely present at a certain distance and direction error from the destination. Throw two 1d10 and multiply the result to get the distance error percentage, and then multiply it by the distance that should be transmitted to calculate the error distance to the destination. The error direction is determined randomly.

Similar areas: You have been mistakenly teleported to a place that is similar in visual or style. Usually you will appear in the closest similar location within the magic distance. If there is no such place, the transmission fails.

Distressed: You and other teleported persons have an accident and "crash landing". Everyone takes 1d10 points of damage, and then you roll 1d20+80 again to decide where to reappear. If there is another "distress", everyone will be injured again and will need to cast again.