Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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Herniwell carefully picked up a heavy metal shackle from the dazzling array of wooden boxes, her dark and delicate face immediately revealed a look of disgust. It seemed to be a rotten and smelly corpse in his hand.

"Anti-magic shackles...Once the handcuffs are closed, this thing will automatically generate an anti-magic force field, within a radius of five feet, all spells will fail. This is something the Roman Empire used to capture spellcasters! Why is there a picture?"

"I don't know. Maybe the Romans came to the grassland to catch the spellcaster, maybe it was captured by the Persians. After a few years, they were looted by a group of nomads and used as trophy."

Painhurs also took a step back nervously, telling himself instinctively that the farther the body is from the yoke made of fine gold, the better.

"However, this thing may be able to play a role in Toria's body-hell, the surrendered army is almost three times, three times as large as our Bloodfury clan! We still don't have enough ropes to tie their hands and feet, just To be able to send someone to take care of this dangerous moment, it is necessary to hold the chosen descendants of God and stabilize the terrible number of prisoners."

With her fingertips transformed into a dragon, Henriweier nervously pinched the anti-devil shackles forged from fine gold, like fingertips, the source of a foul-smelling virus. After the detection, she threw it to the ground without hesitation, and let the melee rashers pick it up. The small red tongue gently licked his **** red lips. Greed detects other magic equipment.

Whether they are humans or elves, women generally like dragons and love to collect luxurious, precious, or shiny items. They have no resistance to these rare and exotic treasures. What's more, the blood of a deep dragon is still flowing inside the drow. As for the dwarves? There is no distinction between men and women, their dedication to wealth is not much better than dragons.

"Roman chain mail to enhance thunder resistance, steppe recurve bow with ice attack-this robe is made by Persians. It can reduce fire damage."

Herniwell's breathing became more and more rapid, and she took out the treasures she had saved for many years, and threw them on the pale gold floor covered with cat-man leather. With the passage of time, the ground is full of rare and exotic treasures that were rarely seen in the past.

"Huh—it's disgusting, this dress is embroidered with a hundred eyes that can only look around, wait, a robe of one hundred eyes? Where did Toria get this rare cargo? These gloves are attached to the bull Power, the ogre giant gloves. And this stone...the shape is too perfect, my God, it's actually an iron stone!"

Painhurs was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. He was like Grandma Liu who had walked into the Grand View Garden, bending horseshoes tremblingly, holding up a pile of brilliant gems from the ground, watching these dazzling things slip between his fingers. Falling to the ground again, clinking.

The other chiefs were also shocked and speechless. In the past, their shrewd and cunning, or brave and fearless eyes were completely replaced by greed. Saliva filled their mouths, and slowly flowed down their mouths that couldn't close together.

"I captured Flor and seized two pieces of magic equipment from her. I was so happy to die at the time... But her collection is nothing compared to Toria."

Lego Stormpike wiped his chin and said greedily.

"We can also learn from God's choice of descendants, take these things as the highest reward, and inspire the soldiers under our command to fight bravely."

Painhurs barely returned to normal, reluctantly removing his greedy gaze from the pile of magic equipment.

"But, before that! Let us cheer for this victory! All the chiefs and heroes present can choose three pieces of equipment at will."

Black loch, poisonous bite, wind howl, thunder spear, withered bones, gray mane. The remaining six centaur chiefs, the two sisters Christina, and Heniwell immediately cheered and listened quietly to the drow warlocks, explaining the functions and effects of these magic items for them.

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"Four enemy-breaking bows are aimed at orcs, goblins, humans, and elves. Tsk, it seems that it was raining today and Toria didn't take them out. The last one is...!!! "

Herniwell let out a piercing scream and threw Toria's treasure directly on the ground-it was a slender, slender severed hand, cold and stiff. Obviously, it has been dead for a long time, so I still do it. Anti-corrosion treatment!

Sigrit picked up the severed palm without mind, and gestured to her little hand.

"Well, the five fingers of this palm are longer than those of a centaur, but they are thinner and more graceful. They have calluses on the index finger. They don't look like human hands. They should be the limbs of high elves or wood elves. The broken wrists are still covered. Someone made a hole and strung it with a gold chain...Who is so nasty?"

"It's not a bad taste. This is a magic item named [Sage’s Hand]. The wearer can use [Mage’s Hand] without restrictions. It was invented by a mage named Jiliang Jiying.

However, the raw material of this strange thing must use a piece of the hand of an elf-damn it! If there is any **** who dares to wear this thing in Alexandria, even if he uses a piece of the palm of a high elf, it will definitely be our drow, eat it dry, no, just eat it! "

Henieville stroked her dark, delicate wrist with lingering fears, gritted her teeth and said.

After the identification is completed, it is time to select. To be honest, Toria's collection is indeed rich, but there are quite a few collections, which are very tasteless. For example, the hand of the sage...offends the elves of half an empire, just to use the hand of the wizard?

As the chief of all tribes, Peinhes, who fought together against the enemy, had the first right to choose equipment. Wearing a crown of witchcraft, with the war blade of natural disasters on his waist, and by the way, he took away the bronze sheep-head siege ring with the fingers of the descendants of God's choice. The equipment is already very luxurious.

Chief Bloodfury thought carefully, and picked up three spindle-shaped bright purple gems from the ground. This type of iron stone can store spells with a total spell level of three.

He lacks long-range killing magic. On weekdays, although the compound longbow can be used to make up for the disadvantages, in case of war again on a rainy day... and the druid's spell list is very balanced, as the archdruid, the spell slot of the descendant of the gods is also Bottomless.

She doesn't need these little things, but the sorcerer really needs these stones to make up for her short and partial spell list.

"Teacher, help charge three fireballs inside, thank you."

The drow looked black. But after thinking about it, he still agreed to his student's request.

Next is Putreis of the bite clan. With the strength of a clan, she abolished about one-third of the military strength of the golden shoes, and achieved the most brilliant results and won the respect of others. Become the second chief to choose a reward.

With a gloomy complexion, the chief was biting poisonously and walking forward. She has already determined her goal: a pair of agile gloves with weak cicada wings, a string of health talisman that strengthens physique, and a seemingly unpretentious dimension belt-the burly and huge physique of Sagittarius, and the four-footed body structure. Let them carry the weight is outrageous. There is no difficulty in carrying weights. However, the poison bite clan needs to carry a large number of different types of poisons. Therefore, I chose this bottomless pocket.

Next, everyone's achievements did not seem to be much different. Everyone shrugged and plunged into the treasure pile, greedily rubbing the treasure that they liked.

Christina chose a two-handed giant sword enchanted with a sharp edge. The two-handed giant sword built according to the physique standard of a man and horse is two meters long. The sword body is like a burning fire, but also like a turbulent wave, twists and turns, like a twisted snake made of metal. When necessary, the user can even hold the giant sword with both hands, using it as a spear to counter the charge.

After enchanting, the wave-shaped twisted blade, and the extreme sharpness of the blade, gleamed with a creepy glow. The rouge horse gently stretched out a finger and just rubbed the thick spine of the sword. I can feel a kind of tingling pain that tears flesh and blood-wave-shaped sword blade, this is Persian's favorite structure, it seems that it is the spoils of the golden-footed centaur, seized from the hands of the demon.

Painhurs looked at the two-handed giant sword and pondered for a while. This powerful weapon has multiple uses like a halberd. Not only can it be used as a spear to counter the charge, the range and power of slashing is far beyond the halberd.

However, to make a five- or six-foot-long greatsword body, the amount of steel needed to make a halberd head that is only one or two feet long requires several times the iron ore. Chief Bloodfury calculated the price for a while, and completely abandoned his plan to promote this weapon.

There is only one mineral vein at home, and there is no gold and silver mountains, so I can't afford to play.

Immediately afterwards, Christina put on the ogre power gloves again, so that her fighting ability continued to soar. The slender hands protected by leather crossed her chest, her fingers picked up the neckline of the chain armor, and she would wear them instantly. The chain mail, lifted up high.

Painhurs stared at his spouse dumbfounded. In front of the chiefs, he took off his chain armor, and bound the pair of cloth strips. Accompanied by the master's movements, the trembling majestic snow peaks shook hands with Yingying. The small waist with six pack abs and mermaid lines was all exposed to the air.

Rouge Liema carefully put away this ordinary chain mail, picked up Toria’s collection from the ground, a chain mail with spell resistance, put it on his body, and carried it on his white shoulders. The full weight of the metal armor.

Looking at the crowds of women and men, the chieftain who turned a blind eye to them, and the generous rouge horses. Pain Hess had to sigh silently, and after careful calculation, he had spent the six-moon cycle in the Bloodfury Clan. Still not able to fully adapt to these nomadic customs and culture.

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