Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The Blood Fury clan is divided into twelve hundred households. One is the heavy armor and fearless directly under the bloodrage chief, and the other is the black fangs ruled by Sigrit.

The remaining ten hundred households formed a complete thousand household knitting, ten basic combat groups, respectively the **** veterans under Pain Hess. Curonia, Chalaton, and their most trusted subordinates, the wild-hoofed men and horses managed.

Oh, after adding Christian, there are now three. After the defeat, the fellow Chalaton found one of the weakest barbarians, challenged her, and succeeded in taking the position again.

There are six hundred households left, three are nobles born with wild hoofs, and three are outstanding craftsmen who drop hammers. Under the temptation of tax exemption and high salary, the hammer craftsmen worked overtime to make halberds and wooden crossbows. Nine hundred households are responsible for the work of clearing the grasslands.

The messenger sent to the elven city state [Panticapeng] finally got a reply. Those sharp-eared cities were surrounded by the three and three layers of the orcs, and the pastures and farms outside the high walls were completely destroyed. About to bottom out, the entire city-state was plunged into panic.

The only good news is that although the orcs originated from the depths of the sea of ​​grass, although various strange things are engraved in their DNA, they do not have the skills to build ships. This prevents them from blocking the harbour of the elves and allowing the brilliance of Skerritt. Panticapone, can be contacted by water.

Calculated by weight, the elves sold a variety of ingenious gold sculptures, silver jewelry, and all kinds of brilliant gems. From Christina, they traded a lot of food and feather arrows-the arrows were made of flint or bone. iron? It's not enough by itself.

Immediately afterwards, the Bloodfury clan changed hands and transported these handicrafts back to Tiefeng Fort, bribed them, and bought the blacksmiths there to obtain more iron ore resources. Or transported to Diodosiya, the gang of golden horses, how can they withstand the temptation of this kind of thing, have brought their own cattle and sheep, rushing to trade, and make the clan more and more prosperous.

Under Painhurs' military merits, the fear of war in the souls of soldiers has been completely replaced by greed for money, status, fame, and even sisters. They are not afraid of death in the battle, and other monster clans, just seeing the blood-colored skull banner and the sound of "ears" will make their hands and feet weak.

What's more, every one hundred households will be equipped with a dozen Gothic priests as logistics. Unless someone cuts his throat and head directly, otherwise, with the tenacious vitality of the horses and horses, and that unscientific healing magic, it will be difficult to die.

In order to motivate the soldiers, every full moon, the white horse will count the achievements of the hundreds of families. The number one ranked first will receive substantial awards, and the number one will be ridiculed by all the clansman, making those hapless guys, full of resentment and anger, fight more bravely and wildly before the moon is full again, and bring it back. More spoils, more slaves were taken back.

The scattered monsters wandering in the Caohai, under the merciless sweep of blood fury and thunder spear, gradually moved towards the edge of extinction-as for the green scale evil dragon entrenched in the ghost flower sea? The horses dared not provoke him and walked around the forest. But he did not dare to fly out of the hiding place, and at the same time faced the slings of the giant hills and the rain of arrows that covered the sky with horses and horses.

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Chief Sandra of the Stormpike clan is very interested in the laws made by Painhurs-the Bloodfury clan has less than a thousand people, and it actually has more than three times the number of soldiers, and the management is in order. This is incredible.

Therefore, Sandra studied the law of blood fury one-by-one, and divided more than three thousand thunder spear soldiers into ten basic combat groups. Hundreds, the strong get it.

However, Chief Stormpike was puzzled: Why did those apparently inconspicuous black corpses seem to be possessed by Skerrit in the internal one-on-one singles? Operate in the dark, deliberately dispatching elite, banned troops, and fighting in an extremely embarrassing manner?

The Black Tusk is a small clan, and there are only a hundred people in Thunder Spear. However, they occupy the position of four hundred households? !

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Julian calendar 400 years, the first day of the third month (Gregorian calendar 400.3.1)

A five-hundred-member hobgoblin team was walking vigilantly in the depths of the sea of ​​grass. They describe being haggard, all wounds, and the wolves under their hips have clamped their tails listlessly. After being swept by horses for three months, they may be the last tribe nearby. In several consecutive battles, The damage was so severe that he was forced to discard all his luggage and there was not much food left.

The werewolves re-blocked the fortress of Viseurius, and no one can escape the enclosed peninsula.

Staying to the west will be enslaved by Horus. Staying in the east will be killed by Toria-many weak monsters, completely plunged into despair.

"Woo-"

Suddenly, with a loud horn, everyone who was frightened shuddered, and they looked to the east tremblingly: a dark half-man, half-horse, standing on the slope!

"Quick! Kill him before he attracts more people!"

The hobgoblin warlord let out a furious roar. His huge nose seemed to be completely cut off by some kind of sharp blade, making that ugly face look even more hideous and terrifying. And under his crotch, it was a monster with three heads! The fierce lioness round pupils, evil goat square pupils, golden cold-blooded vertical pupils, three heads, six eyes, vigilantly looking at different directions.

A pair of huge fleshy wings curled up on both sides of his burly body, two lion front paws and two goat hind hooves trampled a line of deep footprints on the grassland.

This Chimera was purchased by the warlord from a group of red-painted orcs, and it almost spent his life savings. The entire battle group was also forced to act as cannon fodder for the other party and confront another group of orcs—— Although more than a hundred hobgoblins died that time, the number of goblin cannon fodder killed in action is even more numerous.

However, for this Chimera that was domesticated and enslaved since childhood, all the costs are worth it!

Hearing the order of the warlord, the wolf cavalry opened their short recurve bows, while flogging the listless wolves and chasing them to the right. The scout turned around and ran away, and the bony sharp arrow fell obliquely behind him.

The wolves carrying the hobgoblins and the burly Chimera couldn't catch up with the four hooves of the horses and horses. They turned back helplessly. However, before long, those **** half-man and half-horse, blowing the distraught horn, hung far behind the battle group! Just like a nasty fly, it can't be killed or shaken off.

Not long after, at the end of the hobgoblin's field of vision, the sky filled the sky with dust, and the ground under his feet also trembled abnormally. The wolf clamped its tail while sobbing, and let out a low growl of fear: Everything in it heralds the arrival of the army of centaurs and horses!

The hobgoblins wailed desperately. Fleeing for a few days, discarding countless cows and sheep, and still being overtaken by those **** half-man and half-horse!

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A few months ago, when Painhus was trapped inside the White Plague, when the icy wind, like a sharp knife, slashed his handsome cheeks, the white horse resented the interior of the Viseurius Fortress very much. Defender

The south of the high wall is so warm! So vast! Enough for everyone to live together, why do the Eastern Goths have no mercy and kindness? They firmly held the peninsula's throat, and watched themselves slowly marching towards death in the frost and snow in the north?

But now, the acting chief is lying on the vast grassland, enjoying the warm and humid sea breeze, while gently brushing the tips of his silver hair, the pale warlock hates those monster tribes who sneak into his ranch and graze everywhere.

Those fertile pastures are mine! We have defeated the Gothic barbarians, bloodthirsty werewolves, and countless weak clans all the way, fighting in the council, and after paying countless blood and bones, we won this land! Why do you little tribes graze in my territory? Why eat the soil and grass that my brothers and sisters have in exchange for their lives?

what? Are you starving to death? It's not my business? Natural selection, the weak and the strong.