Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Glory of Skerritt

Forty days and nights have passed since the sacred fire captured this wooden fortress of mankind. The carnival crowds almost razed the fortress to the ground, leaving only the simple external walls to guard the acropolis, like the dense white tents of clouds.

The skilled craftsmen of the Falling Hammer clan used the wood ruins of the Gothic Longhouse to build a sacred statue of Skerrit in the center of the castle. These details are controlled and every muscle and hair of the **** are carved. Lifelike, as if in the next second, the tall and mighty **** of nature and community will wave the spear in his hand and launch an unstoppable terrifying charge forward! Lead the men and horses to regain glorious victories.

The brown oak just shows the healthy wheat complexion of his human body and the hazel hair that grows on the horse's body. The flowing tail mane, the coat at the end of the horse's hoof, and the smooth hair are smeared into a flawless ice and snow face by a certain white berry.

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With the first faint golden light in the early morning, spreading on the green pastures, more than a thousand pious pastors and priests humbled around the statue, like the wooden sculpture praying for today's magical power.

The closer the man and horse are to the statue, the more complicated and luxurious their equipment will be. The priest in the outer ring only wore a layer of studded leather armor. The six limbs and hundreds of skeletons of the centaurs in the inner ring are all covered by double armor. The soft and comfortable cloth on the inner layer, like a white door curtain, hangs down to the end of a horse's hoof. The sophisticated chain mail draped over the white clothes placed all the weight on the priest's broad, majestic shoulders and horseback, extending down to the horse's belly.

However, their weaponry is quite uniform. Composite longbows, spears, long swords, and a wooden emblem that exudes a faint golden light-engraved with a cracked acorn, a twisted trunk stretched out from the cracks in the fruit, and grew into A towering and leafy tree.

The profession of priest is extremely rare among the people. Their sacrificial activities are usually in charge of druids. Even if they are influenced by theology since childhood, they will prefer to choose druids instead of priests, like Abhuos did. It can be said that a pastor group of people and horses of this size is unique.

However, except for the devout believers under the Holy Fire, the brilliance of Skerrit has been swallowed by endless fear. The men and horses of the other clans are trembling under Toria's anger and blade. . Three surprises inside the castle!

They originally just wanted to pay the price when the other party finished a war, and when they were exhausted, they waited for the parliament, which was unable to fight, to sit on the ground and pay back the money. As a result, the lady gathered up an army the next day and set off to the north? !

For a while, the three chiefs panicked, and their spies and scouts also leaked news everywhere in panic.

The evil and depraved prostitutes formed a council of people and horses in an attempt to deprive us of our freedom and sovereignty.

The fierce parliamentary army was assembled in Diodosiya.

The gleaming pseudo-king obtains war supplies from Tiefengbao.

Toria Masagota arrived in the northern grasslands.

Chief Golden Foot is only one day away from the glory of Skerrit!

"The catastrophe is imminent, are you still bowing to a piece of wood here?! If this goes on, tomorrow the grass will shout, "The descendants of the supreme God's choice, arrive at her eternal loyal Skerrit glorious! "That lady has already killed us with eight clans! Well, you are still here to worship the gods, killing time? The old lady shouldn't build that wooden statue for you!"

Chief of the Hammerfall Clan: Helm, raised four elegant and strong horseshoes, rushed to Ka'an cursingly, in front of the statue of Skerritt, grabbed the collar of the holy fire Ka'an with both hands, anxious Speaking uncomfortably.

She had long black hair wet with cold sweat. Sticking to the delicate and beautiful but helpless cheeks wet, a pair of amber pupils shook lightly because of fear and anger.

"Please show respect to the deity we worship, the ancestors of all horses, Chief Wildhammer." Without any effort, Ka'an broke off the opponent's hands holding his collar, and said lightly.

"Respect? Why does my old lady maintain respect for that high god!"

He did not show up when my parents were hunted by frost insects!

When everyone was attacked by the Greenskin Tribe, He did not appear!

He did not appear when the clan was swallowed by the cold famine!

Now, we are about to be eaten and wiped by the golden lady, but He still hasn't appeared! ! ! "

Helm roared hoarsely. In the amber pupils, crystal tears flickered faintly. "We are the only ones who save our Hammerfall clan."

"I am the one who saves your hammer-falling clan." Holy Fire smiled, confidently.

"Yes, yes, without your help, the corpse of the old lady may have been gnawed by the vultures. Therefore, my clan, my chieftain, is still seeking countermeasures from you, unlike the other two chiefs who have packed their bags and are ready to go. Kneeling and begging!" Chief Falling Hammer rolled his eyes silently.

"Don't worry, my friend." Ka'an patted Helm's broad shoulder lightly, "I'm fully prepared to meet the supreme soldier of the descendant of God."

"You want to make me feel at ease, at least you have to reveal the plan, so that I have a bottom, old friend!" Helm said almost imploringly. "Nearly half of everyone's army is besieging the migrating troops of the Toxic Bite clan. Our strength is stretched, and an operation error may even be attacked on both sides! Please give me a reason to rest assured! Could it be that you still treat me as an outsider? Don't want to put your heart in my heart?"

Sacred Fire still kept a polite smile in the face of such blatant interrogation.

"Yes, this plan, the less people know, the better."

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Viseurius Fortress

Horus returned to his human form, and besides the scales of the dragon, he put on a graceful fur coat. Under the shining sun, gleaming pure silver light.

As early as a few years ago, the Gothic king, who was able to control his inner animal desires, was now like a well-dressed elegant nobleman. Sit calmly on the hall. On both sides of the hall, a hundred derelict warriors dressed in scale armor and holding long-handled axes stood solemnly around. If it were not for the slight tremor of their noses, others would even think they were iron statues.

"Squeak--"

The repaired castle gate was pushed open again by the palm of the Gothic. Two weird creatures that were almost human, stripped of armor and weapons, stepped on the hard wooden planks and slowly approached Horus.

Their upper bodies are young women with hot builds, with two slender and strong thighs covered with black hair, knees bent back, and the ends of their legs are impressively hoof-like.

Horus took a closer look and found that on both sides of their youthful and beautiful faces, there were a pair of twisted and hard bone horns. Inside the golden eyes, a pair of evil square pupils attracted the surroundings like black holes. Gaze. Staring at the ghastly pupil of the goat, as if directly witnessing the distorted, chaotic void itself.

Sartre, or half-sheep man.

The naked female Sartre continued to move forward. The exquisite articulated hoofs and the anti-joint legs make her attractive buttocks like a peach, involuntarily bulging backwards, revealing her beautiful S-shaped figure to the fullest, coupled with the exquisite and lovely Little tail, the werewolf couldn't control this scene at all.

Like a statue, the dead soldiers standing on both sides of them shook in an instant, their necks slowly twisted to the left and right with the glamorous stunner, and the bloodshot eyes inside the eye sockets became denser.

"Your Majesty the King who is always healthy." The leader of Sartre knelt humbly at the feet of Horus. The singing voice, which was as beautiful as a nightingale, slowly revealed common words. And Sartre next to her, already deterred by the terrifying aura of Horus, made no move. The sheep's tail at the end of her spine swayed more violently and frequently.

"My soldier will raise the shepherd flute and scimitar for you. In exchange for the right of the whole clan to spend the winter on your land. As a guarantee, I brought the most loyal deputy, and a total of three hundred underages. Satyr cubs, as hostages, they are already under the supervision of your soldiers."

The werewolf who was in charge of counting the number of people nodded silently in the distance, indicating that what she said was true.

"Very good." Horus nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and personally helped the Sartre leader who was kneeling on the ground. "Return her adjutant to command the army, and the three hundred lambs are locked up hostage with this female chief."

"What! This is different from what you said!"

Chief Sartre raised his head suddenly. The square pupils of the goat trembled violently with fear.

"If I say that the chief is a hostage, you will definitely send a small soldier to pretend the chief to send it to me. Just like the so-called [deputy] beside you, looking at Wei Wei Nuo's counsel, you have never seen a **** coward. "The Cangqing Wolf King rolled his eyes and punctured Sartre's lies casually. The muscles all over the body swelled rapidly, and under the horrified gaze of the two of them, they instantly turned into a terrifying blue wolf!

Facing the wolf king from zero distance, after the almost substantive murderous intent, the leader of Sartre was frightened and collapsed to the ground, trembling like a sieve, covered with black hair, and between his elegant and slender legs, there was a ooze. Fishy water stains on the beach.

"Now you have no choice. Help me fight or die." Horus quietly transformed back into a human form.

"One more thing, clean my floor."

PS: Don't complain about the source of the picture. The half-goats on the Internet are all men, and they can only get a charge in the Gwent card.