Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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"Why, don't the descendants of God dare to face me personally?! This ambush is actually led by her imperial army? Could it be that Gulvia, you are like Achaya who died under the sacred fire sword? , Was sent to die by your chief??"

Painhurs observed the enemy's situation calmly. There are fewer than five hundred soldiers in golden shoes, but each of them is tall and burly, dressed in heavy chain armor, and decorated with a large number of gold ornaments. At first glance, they are elites. Even nobles. And their leader is the commander of the forbidden army below that one person and above the ten thousand people: Gulvia.

"The huge clan that controls the strings of tens of thousands only sends out such a small amount of troops? And your chief, actually hired the green skin she hated...So Toria doesn't want to put the civil war on the table. So, draw out a handful of elite troops that won't attract attention. They bypassed the eyeliner of other clans, came to ambush and kill, and then throw all the pot on the green skin? Is this your plan?"

"As a dying person, I allow you to continue barking and clamoring, Painhurs."

Toria's second commander of the Forbidden Army: Gulvia, surrounded by thirty Forbidden troops, came to the front vigilantly. They all wore a gold-cast mask, only showing slightly trembling noses, and a pair of beautiful eyes that contained killing intent. Strong and powerful hands, tightly holding sharp spears, and strong iron shields. The sturdy and well-proportioned body is covered with a layer of golden chain mail.

More than 400 other golden-shoe warriors covered in gold ornaments were also outside the lock armor, and they were covered with a piece of animal skin dyed gold. From a distance, these five hundred warriors looked like a wave of gold.

"Yes, the council will count this tragedy on the heads of the orcs. Pale horse, you are the hero who saved all the chiefs, and a hero who was captured and missing in an orc attack will make Other clans hated and hated the Eastern Greenskin even more, and in the next expedition, they became more bloodthirsty and furious.

And those chiefs who owe you favor will explode a hundred times more energy, trying to find your trace in the sea of ​​green skin. "

"A boring political conspiracy, do you have time to play two games and be unhappy? Forget it! Whatever you want! As long as the price is enough, no matter how dark the pot is, I will be able to recite it? Painhurs?!"

Several two-footed flying dragons hovering above the sky, about fifteen feet in length, also slowly landed on the ground, and a pair of blood-colored wings up to twenty feet wide, contracted and folded on the outside of their thin forelimbs, At the blood rage horse, let out a terrifying growl that seemed to come from hell.

These behemoths of war were not transformed by green skin. Not only the scales and skin were painted red, but also saddles that matched their size were installed on the back. Full of spears and arrows

In the center of the saddle sits a three-meter-high heavy-duty man. He was covered with armor fragments, skin shields, ribs of beasts, planks of pine and cypress, etc., all messy and tattered, making himself look like a huge mountain of garbage. On both sides of the saddle, there are six goblin archers with bows and arrows to enhance the flank firepower of the biped flying dragon.

Sagittarius cannot distinguish the facial gap between orcs. In their opinion, these green-skinned monsters are basically the same. But... the red-painted two-footed flying dragon, the sun's totem, and his knowing himself... these characteristics are really iconic.

"Beast Leonardo Wow Fincher???"

Painhurs called out the opponent's name uncertainly.

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Christina is sitting on a comfortable sheepskin blanket, making a huge battle flag with the pole in the shape of a cross. A total of eight pale skulls were hung on the left and right of the crossbar.

For some reason, after the rouge horse returned from the sea of ​​flowers in the forest, he was so obsessed with blood and head, and even ordered that every spear with the flag of blood rage must pierce a skeleton at the tip of the spear as a decoration and decoration for the clan. Symbolic.

"Still making a banner? Skeletons, blood-it looks like a mother's style."

Suddenly, Christian wearing thick deerskin gloves, holding a bowl of fragrant milk wine, gently opened the curtain door. Place the vessel made of skull on the delicate red lips of my sister.

"This is the first batch of milk wine brewed this spring. Let's taste it. The climate of this peninsula is so strange. If it weren't for counting every day, I almost couldn't tell the season."

"Yes, it's not far away, but it's completely opposite to the climate in my hometown."

Out of trust in her sister, Christina drank the contents of the cup without seeing her. The pair of the other party's eyes were exactly the same as her, with dazzling red eyes like rubies, shining with a ray of revenge for success.

"By the way, on the square, there was a group of **** brutal soldiers who clashed with the people from Thunder Spear, and seemed to be fighting."

"What? Those idiots are making trouble again? Sandra set off on the expedition, forget it, I will mediate myself."

Christina sighed, gently lowered the unfinished battle flag, and hurriedly came to the square with the twin sisters.

However, she didn't see any **** conflicts, only seven people who were deceived by the same reason and enraged with blood and anger. And the neatly arranged Thunder Spear soldiers. Like golems or controlled undead, they have always looked like this majestic guard, so they were not suspected by anyone.

"It looks quiet and peaceful, what about the bloodshed you are talking about?"

Rouge Lie Ma lowered his head in doubt, but a strong sense of dizziness suddenly hit her forehead. Christina was in a daze. If it weren't for the bard's help, she almost fell to the ground.

"Yeah, Christian! Your people said that something big happened here, we just put down the work in our hands and came to see it," Kaur was blackened by the soot, and the other two unhappy families were dissatisfied. Waving the forging tool in his hand.

Kuronia smelled a dangerous aura and felt that something was different. With his rough right hand, he gently grasped the hilt of the sharp blade. As everyone knows, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness stared at his every move.

"I didn't lie to you, sister."

Christian lightly opened the arms of the twin sisters and walked proudly in front of the leaders. Her petite body shivered slightly with excitement, and her delicate and beautiful bronze face was filled with uncontrollable excitement. The naturally curly brown hair is also flying freely under the blowing of the spring breeze.

"I call you here to let everyone witness this memorable moment! This poem will be sung by the bard for a hundred years!"

Christian skillfully drew out his shield and warhammer, the hammer head decorated with a lot of gold ornaments, and pointed directly at his biological sister who was distraught.

"Today, I will regain my position! Today, I will become the new Bloodrage Chief! Christina! My dear sister. According to the law of Bloodrage, I will challenge your position!"

"Ke······Christian!!!"

Rouge Lima covered his head which seemed to be repeatedly stabbed by a thousand needles. Painfully let out a low growl of disbelief. The scenery in front of me is becoming more and more vague! The petite and lovely bard in front of him also turned into many phantoms.

Even if you are a dull person, you should react right now. That cup of wine, the cup of milk wine served by her own sister, was actually poisoned by her.

The bard looked up at his twin sister, the corners of his attractive mouth, frantically rising.

Things are as planned by Tolia, and progress is exceptionally smooth. In this state, Christina is absolutely impossible to be her opponent. She will become the blood-rage chief she dreams of! Hundred households who refuse to obey will be eliminated by Thunder Spear soldiers. My long-cherished wish was finally realized.

On the other hand, the army accompanying Painhurs' expedition will be faked into a terrible "accident". The descendants of God's Choice promised that she would capture her beloved pale white horse alive, and secretly send him back to the glory of Skerrit, creating a win-win situation-Jinlu will receive the allegiance of blood and rage. And Christian will get everything she wants.

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"Let's settle this matter, Painhurs."

Gulvia pulled out a composite longbow decorated with gold and jewels, and shouted.

"The descendants of God have an order! You can't let any of the bloodanger tribes go! Let them regret their enemy of our chief at the last moment of their lives! Kill and recover the corpse of the pale white horse! Forge the illusion of his disappearance! So as to threaten them. To this ambush, the **** and angry chief who knows well: Christian! AlanNure's chosen descendant!!!"

"AlanNure God's chosen descendant!!!"

Five hundred golden soldiers lined up in a neat line. They drew out the longbow feather arrows behind them one after another, the sharp clusters of arrows pointed directly at the heart of the pale white horse!

"Sigrit! Take your black fangs against you! Let me see if you, your executioners who specialize in butchering compatriots, can kill those **** golden guards in a one-on-one situation!"

Painhurs instantly drew the bow and arrow behind him.

"Monado the beast! No matter how much the golden shoe gives you, I will give you twice as much!!!"

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