Augustus Under the Horseshoe

An impeccable arcane pulse, gathered at Herniwell’s dark fingertips, traversed the dark dense forest like a meteor, and accurately shot the body of the rouge horse through Motarian’s fingers, releasing it. The magic of the green scale evil dragon.

At the same time, a ghost bone claw that was constructed from arcane arts and exuded a faint fluorescence, also squirmed its slender and abominable body, and gently touched the shoulder of the Chief Bloodwrath, making her rouge body full of blood, transforming into A crimson breeze escaped the suppression of the dragon's claws.

"Covering the Bloodfury Chief!"

Sandra roared forward and galloped forward. With the help of horse speed, he threw a blue spear at the green dragon. At the moment when it left his hand, it turned into a purple sparkling with a deafening thunder. The electric current accurately hit Motarian's right paw.

The moment the current collided with the dragon's claws, it quickly collapsed and disintegrated into thousands of tiny thunders, winding around the countless emerald green dragon scales, crackling.

"Roar!!"

Motarian let out an angry roar, more and more arrows and javelins used his carefully maintained scales. A small group of soldiers who were not afraid of death even raised their spears to raise their speed to the peak! Hit his hind paws hard.

The one-ton behemoth released all the horror produced by its own Mercedes-Benz on the sharp tip of the gun, and instantly pierced the solid green scales. With a successful blow, the Thunder Spear warrior threw away the broken barrel, screamed and drew the long sword from his waist, and with the support of the arrow rain, left white marks on the dragon scales.

The green scale evil dragon twisted his huge body and let out a manic roar. Magnus, the reinforcements called by the little devil are far more than that! The predator draped in eagle feathers discovered the wood elves in the village deep in the sea of ​​flowers and sent a second signal!

These ants knew that they could monitor the entire forest, so they deliberately plundered and swept their own farms, forcing themselves to give back!

Wait, and there is abnormal sand and dust on the grassland, along with the trembling earth, some huge and ugly hill giants, and with two waves of horses and horses, they ran to the edge of the forest!

Although Motarian was strong, he was not sure about defeating so many ants at the same time. Otherwise, he would have attacked the Glory of Skerrit long ago, corrupting the residents there. Instead of acting as a beast, sneak attacking loggers, using centaur hunting traditions to lure several chiefs into traps.

"We will see each other again-at that time, you will crawl under my claws, crying for my strength, I swear, pale horse."

The ancient trees and thorns everywhere came back to life again, turning into a huge wall that opened up to the sky, separating the green dragon from the horses and men. The canopy of the sky covering the sky and the emerald green dragon scales merged into one, almost indistinguishable. The last thing Painhurs saw was Mortalian, the malicious golden vertical pupil.

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Under the cover of the giant hills, the men and horses quickly withdrew to the Glory of Skerrit, and immediately increased the castle's defenses by several times. Numerous elite bows kept their hands and stared at the western sky vigilantly. The chiefs of the three tribes held a secret meeting in a hidden corner.

"You mean... the green dragon, knows our most hidden secret?" Chief Sandra, whose muscles were almost piled up into a hill, filled a bowl of beans with his skull, burly hands, skillful Of rubbing the skin of soybeans.

"Yes, Chief Sandra, you are not present. I don't know the horror at the time-the green dragon directly recognized the two clan chiefs, and even knew the prophecies passed down from generation to generation by the Withered Bones clan! It seems that the terrifying monster has been lurking. Between us! Abhors...your withered bone druid will be corrupted and controlled by that dragon, just like those wood elves."

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! When my clan moved south, they didn't even pass through this forest! It is impossible for them to be controlled by a green dragon!" The Chief Withered Bone denied, tangledly scratching his light blue hair. The strength was so great that he even scratched his scalp, and the red blood dripped slowly along his delicate face.

"Ah, do you mean that pale horse, a sign of being crowned king? The descendants of God took this prophecy as a capital to show off and dominate, and spread it among the clans she wanted to win over and control. The Green Dragon knew this too. Not surprisingly."

After rubbing off the skin of a skull of soybeans, Chief Stormpike began to crush the white and tender gadgets into powder.

Wait, didn't pass near the forest!

Painhurs caught this clue. If Mortarian's huge size really flew out of the forest, he would definitely be witnessed by nearby Goths or monster tribes.

But...for a long time, no one knew of his existence, so just carefully check which clans passed through the forest.

Thinking of this, Painhurs found an excuse and left the meeting. His excellent low-light vision allowed him to easily distinguish the surrounding scenery. He hurried to the camp with black fangs, a ghastly, dark and powerful man and horse. , Bowed his head and motioned to him.

"Sigrit!" The pale white horse pulled up the largest black tent, and came to the tent of these executioner leaders—heh, this Nizi decorated her tent luxuriously enough, the hideous skulls of various monsters, exquisite Wood carvings, gold ornaments, and black fangs plundered coins from various civilizations filled the corners of the tent

The little chief with black fangs, like a greedy young dragon, lay in the middle of her treasure, hugged a cute lamb, and fell asleep.

"Huh? Chief? Are you planning to play night raid?"

Sigrit rubbed her sleepy eyes, and the lamb in her arms bleated a few times in dissatisfaction because she was awakened by the pale white horse.

"I don't have time to play around with you. Give an order to the black fangs scattered among the other clans, let them inquire inside the clans, which clan will set up camp in the forest west of the fort when they are going south?"

"Oh, got it."

The young Hundreds yawned greatly. Sorry to get dressed. "I will arrange it now."

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A few days later, Painhurs was once again awakened from Christina's soft embrace by the thunderbolt clan's sound of morning exercises, and helplessly covered his ears. Between the two clans, because of the joint efforts to resist the enemy, the relationship was slightly relaxed, and the relationship fell to the original point again.

"Chief? Chief!"

Suddenly, Sigrit's energetic voice came from outside the tent, and the two hurriedly dressed and started their day's work. Young and immature, but the little girl who can order hundreds of executioners to present black fangs to the pale white horse.

Not a single clan passed through the secluded forest and flowers in the process of moving south.

So, the answer is obvious-there are only two clans and no new members. A spy with black fangs unable to be planted. Tasmar has domesticated too many goblin servants, and they have no extra livestock or food. And the other... is the Jinlu clan, which controls tens of thousands of strings and has an over-saturated population.

PS: Herniwell's character card has been revised and strengthened.