Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Hess, heavily armed, stood quietly in a closed room, holding a three-meter-long iron spear with a wooden handle in both hands, while observing the hideous monster at the other end of the room.

It was a cruel and cunning predatory dinosaur. The elegant and exquisite streamlined body was covered by a layer of jet black feathers, and the faint and dim feathery edges were smeared with fascinating and dazzling blood.

Standing on these two feet, a horse-sized carnivorous animal with short and slender front limbs, but unusually burly and thick hind limbs, two claws that were raised up like a sickle, shone with a sharp cold light under the dim fire light. The whole body was even more entangled by a cloud of evil black mist, exuding a suffocating stench.

A purgatory Deinonychus summoned to the material universe.

The pale white horse carefully read the lessons of the wind howl warlock, combined with the warlock course of the Roman Legion. Understand that the best way to improve your career is to fight endlessly, constantly breaking through the limits of your bloodline on the verge of death again and again. Therefore, Herniwell, who is proficient in summoning, practiced her summoning skills while pulling out terrifying monsters to engage in fierce confrontations with her students.

"Wait a moment." Just as the pale white horse was about to step into the battlefield, a black and white two-color intertwined evil phantom firmly stopped his progress, and the drow stretched out two slender arms that were as dark as ink. He couldn't help but remove all weapons, large and small, from the warlock. Throwing spears, bows and arrows, giant axes, and daggers scattered all over the ground.

Painhurs looked back puzzled. Herniwell was wearing a white fox coat looted from the hands of the Goths. The warm fur, as white and flawless as ice and snow, complemented her dark and smooth soft skin like midnight, making the sorcerer even more slender and beautiful.

And that, like a waterfall, under the silver radiance that reaches the ankle, and on the exquisite face full of exotic style, a pair of delicate purple pupils exudes a little dissatisfaction.

"This time increase the difficulty: I don't allow you to use any weapons in battle." The drow shook his head helplessly.

"My dear student, you rely too much on your physical strength, **** it! The last purgatory raptor, on the way to charge, was stabbed through the throat with a spear with precision. The last monster was used by you. The axe cut off a leg and lay on the ground wailing and wailing constantly, and up on the child I summoned, he couldn't even catch up with your running speed! You used your bow and arrow to kite to death...Listen Now, we are training the ability to cast spells, not some **** Parthian archery!"

"Ah-it was an accident that time. I was too nervous, and unconsciously, I used my best tactics." Painhurs scratched his head embarrassedly, praying. "The confiscation of weapons is too exaggerated, at least let me keep a spear. This purgatory predator is too cruel, and I will trouble the druid if I get injured."

"No, no, no! Your physical fitness is even more terrifying than some imperial guards, and your excessive dependence on the body will make you slowly lose the potential to cast spells! Remember how you stepped into the arcane hall? "The drow gently pushed the man and horse, motioning for him to start the fight.

"Be at ease. Before you hear the leather tearing sound in your neck, you will hear it first. I will give this child a truce."

"Oh...well, teacher." The pale white horse shrugged, took out a roll of tanned leather from the leather bag containing the spellcasting materials, and mobilized the terrifying power sleeping in the blood-he could feel it Then, the arcane power buried deep in his body, with every beating of his two hearts, surging in his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons! That volume of leather, also under the immersion of arcane arts, quickly ascended into pure magical energy, centering on his body, opening a movable protective force field.

"Come on, monster!"

Wearing a layer of mage armor, Pain Hess barely gained some confidence. On his back shoulders, he summoned two ghostly tentacles with teeth and claws, plus four hooves and hands, a total of eight limbs, and at the same time burned a blue negative energy cold flame, roaring and killing the purgatory dinosaur in front of him!

"As a result, you still have to use hand-to-hand combat!" Seeing the huge monster fighting with each other, Hennival covered her forehead speechlessly, feeling powerless to complain.

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"Painhurs? Honey, are you here?"

Just as the white horse started fighting, there were lively and beautiful shouts outside the door. The drow can recognize Christina's voice without turning his head. The enmity between the two came to an end along with their separation from the empire and allegiance to her.

"We are training the ability of warlocks. What's wrong? Chief Chief?" Henival turned slightly to look at the **** Chief, on his beautiful face, without any emotion. The slender silver hair flutters in the wind, like a soft tulle. Behind him, there was a bloodthirsty roar that coagulated the blood.

"Uh, nothing. The parliament is about to hold a meeting again." Looking at the white phantom fighting with the raptors, Christina didn't want to disturb her lover's hard training, so she sighed helplessly. "Forget it, keep busy, I will find other people who are okay, and go with me to vote."

The drow nodded lightly, then turned his head and stopped speaking. She was taken by the country, the army

, Compatriots, and even after the demons are abandoned, they tend to be autistic.

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On the other side, the Bloodwrath Chief happily ran back to the Chief's tent, trying to pull her twin sister to accompany her to the boring political meeting.

"But I refuse." Lying on the sheepskin blanket, the petite and lovely Christian carefully adjusted the rhythm and tightness of the lute strings. He answered without looking up.

"Ah? Why?"

"So far, no one has taught me the techniques of bards. In the past few years, I have been scrabbling in the rhythm, looking for ways to increase my strength." Christian plucked the tuned strings with satisfaction. Perform a small song that is popular in the centaur society.

"But it's different now. The bards of the dead poets are willing to share with me the infinite power hidden in the music. We will have a date soon, Lord Chief."

"Ah-well, I'll go alone." Christina sighed depressed, put on Chimera's golden leather armor, and walked lonely into the distance.

Seeing her sister's lonely back, Christian's heart felt a sense of revenge for success. Her twin sister and the only friend who didn't discriminate against her deformity were tired of being together every day, neglecting herself for countless days and nights. Today, it was a small revenge.