Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Herniwell, with her arms tied behind her, is like a fish leaving the water, desperately twisting her slender and charming body. Trying to regain the oxygen that you depend on for a living. Doing the last dying struggle with death.

However, she was just a weak warlock with his hands and feet tied up, facing the hard scorpion tail that was like a giant python, it was of no avail!

Slowly, the drow's coquettish purple eyes were covered with a layer of death gray, and the pupils became more and more dilated. The upper fossa of the sternum and clavicle, and the space between the ribs, the black skin that is as smooth and soft as coffee, is also sunken down due to intense breathing. The lack of oxygen in the brain also made Herniwell's struggling strength weaker, and her heart slowly stopped beating. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her hometown...

"Wow!!!"

Just between the lightning and flint, a heavy iron javelin, like an iron-gray killing meteor, whizzed through the dark night, with his master's determination to kill, it accurately pierced the tail of the little devil's scorpion. The tailbone connected to the body is directly torn and shattered! The tail docked out of control, accompanied by the scary blood of the little devil, fell into the dust together!

"what?!"

Before Philos could react, a pink light flashed outside the door door. In the absence of any chanting, an illusory tentacled with scorpion claws at the top, from Pain Hess Stretched out behind his back, grabbed the head of the little devil, and burned a terrible blue flame! Let the endless negative energy crazily erode his limbs!

"No! People! We have an appointment..."

"Yes, we have an agreement." Painhurs frowned and rescued the suffocated Heniwell. He focused on two tasks, while patting Herniwell's smooth and soft dark back, caringly took care of the drow who was breathing in the air and slowly detaching from the death line, while pulling out a piece of copper wire, using sound transmission Shu, talk to Philos who was gagged by the ghost hand.

"Three hundred Sudlers in exchange for a slave...no, my teacher's life?" The white white horse was concerned about the safety of her teacher, while mocking the coldness with a voice that only two of them could hear. Under the erosion, the little devil slowly lost his vitality.

"Do you think that a sorcerer who touches the five-ring spell is only worth three hundred Sudres? Do you think that you made this deal? A joke! I just used your hand to break the teacher and her last hope. Fantasy! Let the teacher sink into the darkest and desperate abyss, let me, Painhurs, personally pull her back! Let her be completely loyal to me!!!"

"Uhhhhh!!!"

The little devil whose mouth was gagged by the ghost bone claws, and his vitality was constantly losing, stared at the face of the pale white horse with eyes burning with anger, despair, and resentment, as if he wanted to engrave this face in the depths of his soul!

"By the way, I called the teacher a slave just to reduce your vigilance. Thank you for your help, Philos! Sorry, you can't see with your own eyes. Your master is completely loyal to my scene! For my plan , You must die."

The pale white horse drew the Roman dagger from his waist, and pierced his heart fiercely in the face of the little devil's increasingly frightened and desperate eyes!

"what!!!"

With the death of the familiar and the collapse of the contract, Herniwell's soul also received a heavy blow. The severe pain deep into the bone marrow caused her to collapse to the ground in an instant, letting out a heart-piercing scream! Countless past pictures have emerged from the depths of her memory!

In Constantinople, he is one of the few fellow comrades who did not discriminate against Alpharis because he is a monster.

But, the result? The **** shapeshifter promised that he would bring reinforcements back to rescue, and then swaggered to abandon her and left the bloodrage camp alone. There was no more news from now on! Just leave yourself a dark back!

In the barracks, there is no less bribery to the boss. That guy Quintuchus even ate a lot of gold coins from his family! Eventually mixed into the main battalion of the legion.

But, the result? The commander of the battalion aloft, standing coldly at the stern, looking at himself falling into the hands of the horses and howling in despair, coldly ordered the soldiers to continue rowing west! Gradually disappear into the night!

I take care of Philos on weekdays. Give him good food and drink.

But, the result? The **** little devil, at a desperate moment, turned from a life-saving straw to a deadly poisonous snake, and bit himself! Force yourself to release and hold his hand! Let yourself fall into the bottomless abyss!

Nothing, everything is gone! No one will come to this remote and uncivilized land again to rescue themselves!

The body, spirit, soul, and Herniwell, who suffered a triple blow at the same time, finally put down all her defenses and disguise, collapsed to the ground, crying like a helpless child.

"It's okay, teacher, it's okay, the assassin has been killed by me, you are safe." Painhurs gently hugged the drow who collapsed to the ground and held it in her arms. Her dark and smooth skin is so dark. The cold, biting tears, like two rows of cold creeks, followed their bodies, slowly falling to the ground.

"Teacher, let me ask one last time. Would you like to continue to teach me arcane knowledge and everything about the Roman Empire, no, everything in this world? If you agree,

I will turn the Bloodfury Clan into your new home... If you really don’t want to, then I am not reluctant to send you to the beach, and then prepare enough dry food and boats for you to leave you alone , Back to hometown. Sorry, the clan had no extra manpower during the war."

It took a long time for Herniwell to slowly stop crying, her dark and glamorous face, slowly leaving the cold, generous chest of the pale white horse. Raising a pair of glamorous eyes filled with tears, staring at his student helplessly, those pupils that are as dark as an abyss.

"Homeland? I have nowhere to go... Alpharis! Quintuchus! Philos... them! Both! Let me down! I!!!"

Endless resentment entangled in the limbs of the drow. Let her go crazy! After she stopped crying, Herniwell's exquisite and beautiful, but tear-scarred face was occupied by endless anger and hatred.

She struggled to get out of the arms of the horses, stood up arrogantly, and turned her back to Painhurs. Said softly.

"Untie the ropes that bind me, my dear student. Hennivale is willing to help you."

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"You just, is it true that you let her go?" Looking at Herniwell, who was taken to the bathhouse by a few goth slaves, Magnus straightened himself up from the broad left shoulder of the pale white horse. Small body, asked curiously.

"It's true, seeing the miserable look of the teacher, I was really shaken just now." Painhurs sighed up to the sky. From the sad mood, slowly eased, "But, even if she really chooses to leave, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I am not the chief. If you don't let her go, I don't count."