Augustus Under the Horseshoe

·AD 399·Twenty-fourth day of the tenth month (399.12.24 in the Gregorian calendar)

On the second day after the war ended, Christina, who was delayed for a while in the Glory of Skerrit and did not have a quick march, brought a small group of heavily armored and fearless back to the side of the bruised and bruised tribe. Seeing in astonishment, the number of human spellcasters surrounded by the dense cluster of humans-Asana's priests, has soared from 21 to 89!

However, the number of wounded in this war was really horrible, and the sparsely numbered dead bone sacrifices were all busy and devastated. The druids who have exhausted their magic arts, frantically blended herbs to stop bleeding, and used strong wine to wash away the terrible scars covered with dirt.

If it weren't for the spellcaster to get enough sleep and the spell slot could not be restored, these priests would wait to work twenty-four hours a day, just to rescue more brothers and sisters from the cold and merciless palm of the **** of death.

At this time, the priest who was transformed by Asana became an indispensable healing power to save blood and anger wounds. In desperation, the drow had no choice but to continue to fulfill the fragile agreement signed with these humans in private.

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"Wait-you mean, Christian, my sister didn't appear on the battlefield from start to finish?" After ensuring that all the wounded were out of danger, the Chief Bloodwrath, who began to deal with the migration, suddenly heard Caen's report frowned uncomfortably.

"Yes, I want to report this terrible information to you as soon as possible." The four burly horseshoes were constantly trembling, and could no longer support the weight of the fearless leader. Caen lost his balance and collapsed on the carpet of the chief's camp. The two human priests moved forward in a hurry, praying piously for the sacred healing energy.

"I know, you...you handed over the task of guarding the rear to the bard. However, as soon as you and the acting chief left Diodosiya with their front feet, the black pony turned and left, disappearing. ."

"Damn—what is she doing!" Recalling the scene where Christiana was crying and trying to leave the clan a few months ago, Christina's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. She rushed out of the camp, looking for her twin sister.

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Poetry Camp

The petite and exquisite bard, kneeling on the soft and fluffy animal skin carpet, gently plucking the flexible strings, slender and dark fingers, like dancing dark butterflies, playing a song on the lute An exciting and wonderful chapter. The melancholic music is as sweet as the sound of nature, with the reverberation around the beam, which cannot be dissipated for a long time.

A few beautiful nightingales gently passed through the curtain of the tent, and slowly stopped on Christian's tender shoulders, whispering softly along with her sad music.

"Pop, pop, pop."

At the end of the song, the chief poet of the dead, the glamorous Peanna, clapped her hands in admiration and praised Christian's sound of nature.

"Your playing skills are getting more and more sophisticated. My whole person is sinking into your sad, gorgeous tune, unable to extricate myself. I seem to be alone, on a lonely and cold snowfield, looking around the wonderful silver like a fairyland The world, watching the pale snow drifting in the sky, is slowly waiting for the end of life...

Ah, really, I don’t have any knowledge to pass on to you, Christian. It is hard to imagine that you are alone, and you can still stumbling and stumbling on the path of a bard without receiving any professional teaching, and go through such a long time.

Perhaps it is this roughness that makes you a rare jade. With a little polish, your playing skills will advance by leaps and bounds! Now, in the entire Poet Dead, there are no more than five fingers to the bard who can compare with you! "

Peanna gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, slowly paced to Christian's side, raised a gold-encrusted skull full of spirits, and toasted her success.

"But, can you tell your teacher, why, the songs you play always carry such a heartbreaking melancholy melody? The song passes through the human heart. In the depths of your soul, what is hidden in your soul? Secret?"

"I--"

Christiana's glamorous face was dark and smooth like coffee, and quickly flew into two blushes, a pair of beautiful **** eyes hidden under her dark brown hair. Shining with an intoxicating crimson light. Drinking a cup of strong wine is to guard her heart from the shock.

With the help of Jiu Jin, the petite and lovely bard, all the negative emotions accumulated for more than a month were confided in the ears of the "trustworthy" teacher.

"I...I have a friend. She..."

Christian hesitated and said.

"Wait." Peanna hugged her student's shoulders angrily and funny. "The friend you are talking about, isn't it you?"

"Shut up, I'm talking about my friend!"

The bard's glamorous dark face was flushed with alcohol and shyness. The small fist beat the chief of the dead poet who was pierced with delicate totems in shame, like a black cat with exploded fur.

During the frolicking, Peanna also tried out the other's shy limits, so she shut up obediently and quietly listened to the students' confession.

"Ah, my friend is a slender dwarf. She has been discriminated against by her tribe since she was born. The tribe considers her a burden and burden to the clan. Everyone looks down on my friend. However, she relies on her own heavens. Divided and sweated, won a place within the clan!

However, no matter how hard she tried, the irony and contempt never left her. After adulthood, her twin sister became the most shining scarlet gem in the clan. All male compatriots tried to become her spouse, but did not. A male centaur expressed a trace of love to my friend. "

"The dwarf, the daughter of the chieftain, the twins...have all the characteristics exposed. Hey, with this unique identity, the Bloodfury clan... No, you are the only one in the entire council!" Payana was unable to complain in her heart.

"Finally, one day, a pale man and horse came in front of her. He was gentle and friendly to his people, but he was ruthless to his enemies! That white horse has never expressed the slightest bit of discrimination and prejudice against my friend! She! Only from that white horse and my sister, I have felt the kindness of the people of the tribe!"

Christian drank booze in his skull cup after cup, seeming to want to use alcohol to dispel the sadness in his heart.

"Later, that white horse became better and more dazzling. He took the clan members and tore through the human army! He smashed the Gothic fortress! Conquered the two-headed giant and beheaded the sacred fire... ···The red blood is covered with his handsome and graceful six limbs! On the pale and beautiful coat, every drop of solidified blood exudes fatal temptation!

His record is getting more and more dazzling, and his strength is getting more and more terrifying... and I, a dwarf who is discriminated by everyone, are getting farther and farther away. In the end, he even chose my sister as his spouse! On one side is the dazzling white horse, on the other side is the twin sister who is with you day and night! I sandwiched between them, just an insignificant passer-by! The eagerness of the people, the throne of the chief, the pale horses... Does she insist on taking everything away from me! Between them, me and me, are like sharp knives, ravaged my heart full of holes! ! ! "

"This kid...have forgotten to add the three words [my friend]..." Peanna slowly narrowed her eyes, her arms as graceful and tender as mutton white jade, tightly Grabbing the black-skinned bard's collar, forcing her to look like a ruby-like bright and magnificent red eyes, looking directly at her deep eyes like the sea, making a sound of hate that iron cannot be made of steel.

"Remember, Christian, maybe you have been discriminated against since you were born because of your petite physique. Under your pretentious appearance, there is a cowardly and inferiority soul hidden by the extreme! But you still are. A centaur!

Go for what you want, and if you don't get it, take out your weapons and plunder! Our people are the ruthless wind, the natural disasters of the grassland, the sharp arrows of Skerrit!

The so-called bard is the one who smiles brighter than anyone else, and lives more brilliantly than anyone else! Obey your desires and do whatever you want! Then he compiled his life without regrets into thousands of volumes of poetry, and passed it down through the ages! You are afraid of your head and tail, and you haven't tried a bit with that white horse at all, so why are you trying to give up here? "

Yes, I have never expressed my feelings to Painhurs, I just hide in the dark and complain about myself.

Hearing the words of the leader of the poet of the dead, Christian's confused expression turned into a boundless shock, and then became more and more determined, as if he had made some terrible determination.

"Thank you, teacher, for your reminder, I'm leaving now."

The enlightened black-skinned bard staggeredly raised his slender and elegant four hooves, like a black lightning, and instantly rushed out of Payana’s chief’s camp and disappeared at the end of the road to Skerrit.

Seeing Christian's petite figure galloping north, Peanna's glamorous face that fascinated all living beings slowly showed a sly smile.

"Tell Chief Jinlu that I have someone who can act as a perfect **** against the Bloodfury clan."