Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After suppressing the barbarian priest's rebellion, Christina and her team, with most of the elite, marched north to attack the army of Holy Huo Ka'an. There is really no time to take care of the believers of the **** of punishment, so they have to temporarily place these fanatics in the small black room, and wait for them to come back to deal with them slowly.

However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and the sorcerer took the lead and opened the cage that imprisoned these barbarians.

"Um! Um!"

Asana, who recognized Herniwell’s identity, uttered an angry whimper. Under her flame-like long orange hair, on her delicate face twisted by hatred, she had a pair of apricot-yellow twin eyes, as if Burning a substantive anger of hatred.

"Hey, everyone has fought side by side for a while, don't look so scary." The drow stepped forward indifferently, stepping over the bodies of priests tied into zongzi, and came to the side of the barbarian general. With smooth and slender fingers like black jade, gently drew across the other's haggard face, and slowly pulled out the swollen wet leather stuffed in the female priest's mouth.

"Cough, cough, we thought you were dead outside. Everyone tried to hold a heroic funeral for you. Unexpectedly! Black skin! You actually got along with these half-man, half-horse monsters! Zall really are both. A bunch of sinister and cunning villains!" Asana coughed a few times, moved her numb tongue, and said sarcastically.

"Don't mention the past, humans." The drow's exquisite and exotic face was instantly shrouded in a terrible shadow. "You betrayed me first! My teammates fell one by one on the cold grassland. We sent countless reinforcement signals, but we didn't wait for a single reinforcement!"

"You ran too far by yourself! There are a bunch of monster communities nearby, and reinforcements can't be reached at all. We can't blame us for this!"

"There are too many **** goblins. They completely blocked the road to the south. If I don't want to die, I can only flee to the north!" Herniwell's conversation turned sharply, and her cold expression was suddenly replaced by arrogance. "Forget it, it's meaningless to talk about these past things. Come on, what's your purpose in mixing with the Bloodfury Clan."

"Why should I tell a black skin about my plan?! A believer in the God of Punishment will never succumb to any enemy." Asana straightened her spine. The drow felt speechless for a while.

"Why should I torture you? Speak your wish, pastor. I will help you achieve it, but, as a price, you must help us win a war."

Upon hearing the female warlock's answer, Asana and the priests tilted their heads in doubt. Looking at the drow for unknown reasons, it didn't look like a serious face lying. Then I looked at the blazing flames behind the door, and they suddenly realized one by one, and they showed smirking expressions one after another.

This group of half-man, half-horse monsters were also attacked and plundered by other forces.

"Don't be too happy, priests. The guy outside is siege of the city is a Gothic barbarian who has been transformed into a bloodthirsty werewolf." Heniwell said contemptuously. When she mentioned the word "werewolf", the faces of all priests were entrenched with endless fear and disgust, and every slight change in their facial expressions was caught by the female warlock.

"Let me guess, now the entire Gretinian human beings have become bloodthirsty beasts. Why are you alone in maintaining human form? Does the God of Punishment refuse to raise some furry puppies?

Ah, if you imagine it this way, the logic makes sense. Your missionary career has been squeezed out by the werewolves, and now the only Gothic people who maintain the prototype are our slaves-so you old remnants have nothing else. Choosing, had no choice but to sneak into the bloodrage camp and secretly develop his own power.

what! Sorry, if we are defeated, those humans will definitely be transformed into brand new beasts by the werewolves outside. The Eastern Goths will surrender to the claws of the giant wolf, not the deity you believe in. Your lifelong vision will be completely disillusioned. "

Asana's beautiful face flashed with fear, and every word in the opponent's mouth was accurately smashed on her fragile heart.

"That's good. I allow you to spread the doctrine among the slaves." After carefully observing the change in the other party's expression for a while, Herniwell confirmed her guess.

"What?" The female pastor grew her eyes in disbelief and looked at the black skin in front of her in confusion.

"I said, I allow you to preach like those humans, and you can even build a shrine in the city. I also allow you to redeem your freedom of life with military exploits or money."

"Really a generous offer, so the price is for us to join the war with the werewolves?"

"Yes." The drow nodded seriously. "The enemy of the enemy is a friend, isn't it. As a friend, I even allow you to slowly repay it with a loan when you redeem these thousands of human freedoms."

Asana's exquisite and beautiful face is constantly changing like a revolving lantern, hatred, fear, shock, joy, doubt...Finally freezes in deathly calm.

"This is the old lair of the horses and horses. Why should I believe that a drow can make such a big decision?" The female priest slowly narrowed her eyes, with a pair of beautiful apricot eyes. Exuding a light of doubt.

"Ah, this question, because their chief, very, very spoiled me." A beautiful

The blush suddenly bloomed on Herniwell’s delicate and black cheeks, her delicate and enticing red lips, gently spitting out a sweet and tingling voice, her graceful and enchanting body was even more filled with extremes. A strong sense of spring.

"No wonder these people can tolerate you living among them... Forget it, this is your lifestyle of your own choice, it has nothing to do with me, just remember your promise." Asana looked at each other. The look in his eyes was a little bit more disgusting and spurned. However, the suspicion was completely dissipated.

"I will remember." The drow drew a knife from his waist and began to release the priest he was doing. The first thing they did to regain their freedom was to meditate on their knees and pray for the power of magic.

Looking at the priests who closed their eyes and prayed, Heniwell also put away the illusion that charmed all living beings and rolled her eyes mockingly. committed to? The contract was not written, the handprint was not pressed, and there was no collateral for any valuables. Even the soul’s [verbal agreement] deserves to be called a promise? The human barbarians are just cheating, more than twenty priests, and when the main blood rage comes back, they will arrest you backhand.

After all, tricking slaves into fighting on the front lines and sending them to death can be regarded as a traditional art of drow.