Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Could it be that the Tasmar clan has long been corrupted by the green dragon? They have raised a lot of elves... and those long ears are probably all under the green scale evil dragon-by the way, you missed the extinction of the clan The sacred fire, think carefully, maybe the lunatic in Ka'an was manipulated by a giant dragon before he declared war on the council."

Christina was talking with Pain Hess while creating a unique battle flag, and the daily consumption of arrows on the horses and horses was astonishing. If all the work of making arrows is placed on the heads of the craftsmen, they will not have to do other work all day long.

As a result, every man and horse must receive basic carpentry training when they are young. All of them are cavalry, herders, and have a certain carpentry foundation. Of course, it is still incomparable with a full-time craftsman like the hammer drop.

"No, Chief Anran’s male favorites are all high elves, which are still somewhat different from wood elves. She gave Herniwell’s elven maid, and there is no sign of her being manipulated by magic. As for the sacred fire of destruction. ·····He didn't know you at all. When I first met, I cut him off. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense."

Painhurs was scratching his silver hair frantically. The Jinlu clan has become too strong to resist, and their chieftain is likely to be corrupted by a malicious dragon.

The situation is so bad that it can't get worse.

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"Da da da."

Accompanied by the bursts of crisp and sweet horseshoes, a petite and lovely dark figure, bathed in the golden sunrise, slowly approached the glory of Skerritt. Christian looked around in surprise-in just a few days, Painhurs had taken care of it in order. The entire fortress has a beautiful and thriving appearance.

Large tracts of abandoned farmland were reclaimed and cultivated by wild hoofs. Countless brothers and sisters, with the assistance of Caucasian dogs and pitch-black falcons, graze fat cattle and sheep full of mountains and plains in the middle of a vast sea of ​​grass.

Several newly-built fishing boats, also under the control of the Gothic barbarians, slowly sailed out of the simple harbor, and cast a large sturdy net into the deep blue sea, carrying boats of fish, shrimps, crabs and mussels. , And returned with a load.

Centaur has deeply rooted his roots in this piece of land called "Gretinian".

"The kid over there! Stop! Which clan are you from? We have never seen you before!"

The bard was staring in awe. Suddenly, two scouts wearing scarlet skull flags, brandishing long-handled battle axes, rushed out of the patrol team, and quickly stopped in front of Christian.

These two scouts, from the Wildhoof clan, did not know the twin sisters of the Bloodrage Chief. They knew very well that the only reason why the Council of Nine did not start a civil war was that the terrible threat from the werewolves in the West was far greater than the estrangement and hatred between them.

Therefore, when they find a strange dark horse, they become extremely vigilant-even if the other person looks like a child.

The scout looked at the "child" in front of him. Her soft and elegant black hair slowly transitioned from high to low to pure silver. Human skin that can be broken by blowing has a rare bronze color. The light brown wavy hair, gently raised in the breeze, like a wave of different colors.

The two turbulent snow peaks and the slender waist that Yingying gripped formed an extremely sharp contrast.

"This kid... is so big."

The scout blew a frivolous whistle. When this little pony grows up, it must be a beauty. However, it looks too slender and thin now.

The aesthetics of sagittarius and humans can probably only reach a consensus on the breastfeeding organs. In other respects, sagittarius is beautiful with burly muscles and large bodies—except for the Stormpike clan. Those muscular sisters have an expensive aesthetic that is far too much.

"Wait-she is not a child!" Another scout held the axe handle nervously. The light brown curly hair gently brushed her delicate bronze cheeks. A pair of ruby-like bright and beautiful pupils exudes a mature charm.

"Oh my God, the first time I saw such a small guy!"

The scout who was fascinated by Christian, instantly changed back to a serious look. Look carefully at the opponent's weapons and equipment.

The bard wore a sleeveless chain armor shirt. The chain armor that could have covered his abdomen could not even cover her belly button after covering the two towering snow peaks. The neck is slender and delicate like a swan, tied with a cloak shining bright stars, slender hands, holding a small kite shield, and a single-handed warhammer glowing with cold.

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,Finish,

,this,

, God,

,station,

The final thing is-she carries a crossbow on her back-this is extremely troublesome stuff. In the centaur society, it can't replace the position of the longbow. At present, there are only Tasmar's goblins, elves, and blood fury. Gothic humans of the clan use occasionally.

"Ah, isn't this Christian?"

Just as the scout interrogated the bard, suddenly, a familiar figure slowly approached the crowd-he was wearing iron mail. His broad shoulders were draped with a huge bear skin, and his face was full of gully vicissitudes, covered with the terrible wounds left by the war.

Christian remembered this face, Chalaton, he was also a **** veteran, and he followed his mother in the war. Now, by virtue of his martial arts, he has become one of the twelve hundred households of the clan.

"Why? Seeing the war between the centaur and the werewolf ended, hiding outside, the trembling eldest daughter Anna, finally dared to return between us? You cowardly dwarf! How beautiful and brave the Chief Anna I follow! What about her! There is your daughter!"

Chalaton let out a roar of resentment, as if the perfect incarnation in his heart was completely defiled by the people in front of him.

"Come on! Come and see, everyone, this is our chief’s biological sister! Christian! This guy is a dwarf by nature, not even as powerful as some pony horses. Although his oversized chest looks beautiful, it makes She cannot use the longbow!

It's impossible to be near or far, this one is almost a waste in the war! It's not easy to become a spellcaster, most of the spell slots are auxiliary types, and the fighting ability is terribly weak!

If her sister were not for the chief, she would definitely be expelled from the clan and starved to death. Or, by a burly and powerful stallion who is capable of fighting, and kept in captivity for the rest of his life-ah, I am afraid that no clansman would fall in love with such a weak thing! "

"Sorry, I apologize for being absent from that war and not fighting side by side with you."

In the face of everyone's sarcasm, and familiar ridicule. Christian slowly lowered his proud head and apologized for his absence from a war.

And when she raised her head again, her bloodshot pupils burned the flames of resentment that had been accumulated for several years, and the evil flames full of negative emotions, burning Chalatong reflected in her pupils.

"Puff!"

In the sky of ridicule, every hair on Christian's body was trembling slightly because of humiliation. She drew a heavy crossbow from her quiver, and threw it at countless scornful eyes. Under the hooves of Chalaton. The beautiful face was completely distorted by anger and hatred.

"Quiet! You scumbags! According to the regulations issued by the acting chief, only the strong are worthy of gold and silver wealth and worthy of ruling the entire tribe!

Then, the 100 **** angry households: Chalaton! I! Anna's eldest daughter! Dark nightmare! travelling poet! The true heir of the Bloodfury clan: Christian! Challenge your status, your wealth, everything you have!

listen! Old stuff! In this duel, there is bound to be someone who will drain the last drop of blood under Skerrit's impartial gaze! "

Chalaton looked at the dwarf in front of him in surprise, gently bent his horseshoe, picked up the crossbow bolts on the ground, and agreed to the other party's clamor.

"Christian--you live safely to this day, just because you are hiding under your mother and your sister's horse. You are lingering and panting. But now, well, you dwarf who does not live or die, dare to challenge me? Before you were born, I fought **** battles for your mother and the entire clan! Every inch of scar on my body is a proof of glory!"

Chalaton stroked the scars on his face, his angry expression gradually calmed down. "Very well, under Skerritt's gaze, I will cut through your disabled body and drain the last drop of blood in your body. Even if your sister is here, you can't interfere in this sacred duel! Dwarf!"

Hearing Chalaton's bloodthirsty words, Christian's red mouth raised an arrogant arc.

Under Painhurs' wholehearted forging, I have a heavy crossbow that can be attacked from a distance.

Under the tireless teaching of the dead poets, I learned how to fight a bard.

Under the generous and benevolent reward of Chief Golden Foot, I wore three pieces of terrifying magic equipment.

The old thing immersed in the glory of the old days, my strength is no longer what it used to be, and the current Christian is worthy of my mother's reputation! ! !

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"As proof of my generosity and kindness, Christian of the Bloodfury clan. I allow you to choose three magic items from my treasure house. Don't worry, according to the contract, I promise not to hurt your sister and the lives of Pain Hess. After all the dust settles, Anna's eldest daughter-you, will regain your place! You will become the next chief, Bloodwrath Chief."

Looking at the bard who bowed his head silently, lying ill in bed, the pale-faced descendant of God, revealed a mysterious smile,

"May the friendship between the two races of Jinlu and Blood Fury last forever."

"My strength is very weak, and my stamina is inferior to other brothers and sisters. Therefore, I need a light weapon that can break armor, and an armor and shield that can protect myself-remember your promise, Tori Ya, may the friendship between the Jinlu and the blood rage be forever."

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