Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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Christian has accepted Toria's bribes and purchases. He carried a dazzling shield and Thunder's warhammer, two pieces of magic equipment. Moreover, she believes that the magnificent contributions she has made have been offset by the rewards of returning to the clan. Therefore, under various refusal, the bard only chose a pleasant strange thing.

It is a very special carillon. There is a long bracket in the center of the piano frame. The two gloomy skulls with a centaur hanging from a distance, looked like a strange balance from a distance.

"clang--"

Christian stretched out his exquisite pocket hand, gently picked up the small piano stick, and curiously struck it on the antique key surface of the carillon.

In an instant, the vibration caused by the elegant and beautiful music spread along the wooden frame to the skull on both sides of the carillon. The two skulls that were already dead opened their jaws and laughed loudly! The deafening noise, like thousands of cats, constantly scratching the wooden planks, instantly enveloped the entire tent!

Several spellcasters wanted to stop, but found that under this terrifying sound wave, their own spell chants could not be accurately sensed by the magic net that permeated the entire world, or the vast energy in the body.

If magic is a cell phone. Then, the magic net is a fingerprint unlocking device, and the caster is the finger. Only a perfect match can harness the power of arcane magic,

However, the noise emitted by this carillon is like a solid wooden board, blocking between the two. Under the interference of extremely strong sound waves, the caster cannot accurately pass the verification in a short time and use the power of magic.

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Christian hurriedly fumbled up and down, stopped the spread of the noise, and ended this little panic, and the rest of the chiefs continued to search for their favorite items.

Lego Stormpike chooses from left to right. He reluctantly looks at the magic equipment in one place, picking up this one for a while, then throwing it away. The extremely tangled expression on his face explained Chief Stormpike's heart that is extremely struggling at this moment.

"Forget it, just these three."

Lego was holding three pieces of equipment, looking distressed at the treasure house on the ground, and turned his head one step at a time, leaving the ocean of strange things all over the floor.

As a warrior, Lago also chose the power-enhancing ogre-powered gloves and the health amulet that strengthened the body. Then, he took another spear enchanted by electric explosion, and nodded in satisfaction-this was the name of the thunder spear of his clan.

Abhors chose a tan linen robe. On the soft and smooth cloth, densely embroidered with various animal species, from the ferocious tiger to the well-behaved and gentle hare. From the huge mammoth to the extremely small mouse, it is almost a complete animal book.

This robe allows the druid to transform once a day.

Next, the Withered Bone Sacrifice chose amulets to enhance perception and silk gloves to enhance agility.

Sigrit hesitated. She took Toria's devouring shield. This black shield with a smooth surface as a mirror can be used twice a day, allowing weapons that touch the shield to be disintegrated into the smallest dust by the terrifying arcane arts.

Immediately afterwards, she picked up a whole piece with finger cots and elbow cots, which can adjust the position of the arm independently, assist in aiming, and a Nether dagger that can attack the incorporeal.

Al'akir held his crackling blessing blade wrapped in horror currents, staring at the magical objects all over the floor, doing fierce ideological struggles.

In the end, he only chose a charming cloak with shining stars, and then grabbed two more expensive items, ready to exchange it for money.

There are more than two hundred people left in the Feng Howling clan. If you want to rejuvenate the clan, the chief warlock needs a lot of gold.

Gorell chose at random, and in this battle, she deeply realized the limits of warriors. Therefore, I chose an elegant and noble, bright cloak woven from tens of thousands of blue feathers. When necessary, the cloak will turn into a pair of blue wings with a wingspan of twenty feet, allowing oneself to gain the ability to fly within a certain period of time.

Immediately afterwards, this gray falcon put on the most stocked ogre power gloves, and took away an anti-magic shackle forged with fine gold-Toria collected two in total, so, There is a rich picture.

In the end, Herniwell put on a robe with a hundred eyes with joy on her face, put on a gauze shawl shining with bright stars, slender five fingers, and played with an oak scepter inlaid with aquamarine jade.

The blood-colored silk concealed the drow slender and dark body, with more than a hundred terrifying eyes full of bloodshot eyes, accompanied by the creepy friction sound effect, turning vigilantly around.

And the star cloak that is as thin as a cicada's wings can enhance the charm of the wearer. The sapphire scepter also allows users to use the super magic technique of instant spells three times a day without consuming high-level spell slots.

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The victorious northern coalition forces cheered and cheered their trophies. Turn in ears and captives in exchange for status and wealth. Painhurs did not have any rest time.

The Beast Onado, with his evil smoke clan, ran to catch the green dragon, and now I don’t know what the situation is. If the lord of the sea of ​​flowers in the forest eats this great skill tyrant in one bite, and then gets stuck in his throat. It would be great to be choked to death, to solve two troubles in one go.

Christian said that it is Mortarian who is dead in poetry. He is placed among the people, trying to corrupt the entire group and acting as a spy for his subordinates.

And now, that coquettish **** Peanna, with all the dead poets, ran back to rescue her evil dragon master. Coles’ golden army was deceived to the west by fireball, but accidentally found the werewolf scout...

Looking at myself, a bunch of wounded need to be treated, and a bunch of dead need to be buried. Iron Peak Fort, Diodosia is now extremely empty, and he must immediately send troops to retake the steel fortresses and prosperous cities in the south.

Let's not talk about these annoying things. The Chaosong Master of the high elves once again babbled over and asked when the troops would send troops to rescue Panticapone-my God, I haven't done a lot of things, how can I help the city-state of the elves? There are nearly 10,000 captives of celebrities and horses outside, waiting for their disposal.

The Bloodfury Chief frantically scratched his long silver hair. He even thought about using shackles and swords to force Toria to marry him, so that he would have the opportunity to serve as the golden shoe and the **** chief at the same time, uniting two powerful clans.

This annexation is not comparable to the last time to appease the soldiers. The total number of soldiers under the sacred fire is far less than the Sagittarius Council. Moreover, it is divided into three clans, which are not unified with each other, just split and disrupt them. The trouble was not able to gather enough troops, and the previous rebellions were quickly settled.

However, this time the gold-footed prisoner was a little higher than the sum of all his allies. And all of them are from the same clan... If all were slaughtered, no, how could it be slaughtered, now the little Gredinian has five kings from different races, and there is a shortage of soldiers and soldiers. You can't do things about the Great Wall.

Of course, there is one last way, and that is to defeat Tolia in a one-on-one singles ritual to obtain the claim of Chief Golden Foot. Let nearly ten thousand soldiers obediently obedient. But this road is definitely not going. How can a person single-handedly fight the terrifying guy who can only fight together with the four chieftains, sister Christina, and several subordinates?

"Forget it, you guys, go to Cesonisus as a messenger, instead of me, go to the front of the Cyan Wolf King."

Chief Bloodfury considered it for a while and decided to ignore the mess of Jinlu and begin to deal with the most important things at present.

A few **** brutal soldiers looked at each other, wondering what the chief meant.

"The guy Coles, found the werewolf scouts, those **** beasts, and noticed our ridiculous infighting. Now the race is in a mess, and everything is waiting for you. I don't have the energy to fight with Horus. field."

Said the pale white horse tiredly.

"Pick up the heads of thirteen golden shoes from the battlefield, insert them on thirteen spears, then decorate some ribbons and animal skins, and then use the golden horseshoe flag as a carpet and spread them on their wolf court. Above, you walked all the way with gongs and drums, and said to the giant wolf: I, Painhurs, defeated the Jinlu clan! The tribes of men and horses are reunited under the banner of my blood and fury! New kingdom Control the string tens of thousands, the livestock is Mishan!"

"Uh...Why did you do this, Chief?" A brutal soldier tilted his head, not quite understanding what Painhurs was doing.

"Deter our terrible neighbor. Let him know that our troops are not easy to provoke. And the civil war is over, he has no chance, he will take advantage of the fire again. I don't want to fight the third battle of Diodosiya."

Chief Bloodfury rubbed his temples, wondering if there was anything he had missed.

"After showing the strength of the centaur, we have to show good things to him... In this way, from the seized spoils, choose some tasteless strange things, and then grab some golden gems and give them to the giant wolf. Meaning, saying these things represents my friendship with Painhurs, saying that I have no intention of going to war with the werewolves and that I am willing to continue to maintain that fragile peace agreement."

"Understood, I will lead people to set off immediately."

Several brutal soldiers nodded and left beside the pale white horse.

Painhurs scratched his head sadly. After a tossing, the sun has already sunk into the western sea. The dark eyes, like an abyss, automatically switch the colorful and beautiful world into a dim picture of black and white.

The Bloodwrath Chief yawned, and after arranging three times the number of night watch troops, he decided to drag his tired body to sleep. The rest is not very important, and tomorrow he is thinking about what to do.

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"Dear--"

As soon as he stepped into the tent, a naked rouge horse, with a **** shadow, broke into Painhurs’ embrace, the magnificent snow peak, squeezing the pale warlock’s left arm and fiery red lips , Gently kissed the corner of his cold mouth.

Before the Bloodwrath Chief could react, the pale warlock's right arm was also plunged into a soft embrace. Christian, who was also naked, hugged his right arm a little bit shyly. After hitting his arm, the magnificent coffee-colored mountains rippled with seductive waves.

"We just talked a little bit, Christian also likes you, she even played me to go with you... Anyway, my sister and I grew up, and I didn’t share one or two things. No matter how much you do. One doesn't matter, I am not a chief now, and I don't need to consider face issues."

Christina lightly leaned on Painhurs' left shoulder, her long scarlet hair, like a waterfall of blood, slowly dropped to the floor.

Although Rouge Liema's tone was gentle and gentle, two slender fingers picked up a small piece of meat on the waist of the Pale Warlock and swiftly rotated it around.

"But my sister is the only special case! Yes, regardless of men and women, as long as they are strong and wealthy, they can marry multiple spouses. However, I can also initiate, duel, fight, invite, and invite them. I cannot refuse. Kind of. Painhurs? My chief?"

"hiss--"

The Bloodwrath Chief stubbornly supported the pain in his waist and looked at Christina innocently. From the turbulent waves, he pulled out his left arm and gently embraced her into his arms.

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Looking at the pitiful, enthusiastic Christina, the opposite Christian, the Bloodwrath Chief hesitated for a moment, and he also hugged the petite and lovely bard.

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The thick lustful atmosphere instantly flooded the entire huge leader's camp. The three men and horses frolicked in the account, venting the death pressure that had almost accumulated to the extreme in the war.

The two beautiful faces are almost the same, but each has its own characteristics. Sister Christina is cheerful and generous, and enthusiastically cooperates with the white horse's every move, without concealing her emotions and words, sometimes even turning the offensive, but pressing on top of Peinhes. Enjoy the supreme happiness.

However, sister Christian was introverted and convergent, turning into joy under the four slender, strong pale horseshoes. The bard's red lips were tightly closed, and her inexplicable self-esteem as the eldest daughter made her not want to make those shy sounds in front of her sister.

However, with the passage of time, Christian's breathing became heavier and faster, and she could no longer hold the two red and attractive lips like poppies. Accompanied by violent body trembling, she made a statement in the enjoyment of bliss. The skewers are crisp, sweet and seductively moaning.

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