Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Painhurs raised his head calmly, watching the blue giant wolf leaping high, and the golden electric current entwined on the warhammer, accompanied by the deafening thunder, tore out a string of extremely bright in the air. Lightning sparks!

He was already quite weak, and the four hoofs soaking in the blood pool trembled frantically, almost unable to support this ton of multi-strength fitness body, and couldn't avoid the blue giant wolf that fell from the sky like a meteor! This is already his last chance. If he fails, he will undoubtedly die.

In front of death, the warchief calmly threw away the long sword in his hand, curled his right hand into a claw shape, and gently tore it down, once again pulling the time of the next three seconds back to the present time.

Suddenly, the clang of metal impact, the high-pitched roar of battle roar, the roar of thunder and lightning, all returned to a void of death, the splattering dragon blood, the crazy dancing electric current, the high-leaping wolf king, all were Frozen on a still picture scroll.

Painhurs lifted his left arm out of breath, chanting profane prayers almost desperately. The eight-pointed black star on the back of his hand burst out again with terrifying chaotic colors! A death wave composed of countless corpses, undead, and soaring into the sky once again, cheering, grinning, and roaring, completely engulfing the blue giant wolf!

Horus opened his eyes wide in horror. From his perspective, this wave of necromancy composed of thousands of bones appeared almost instantaneously, engulfing himself completely. First, slaughter the orcs. Then he fought fiercely with the green dragon, and finally screamed fiercely with the Centaur Chief, holding up two terrifying necromancy spells!

Although the Cangqing Giant Wolf held up a fierce and unmatched posture, every muscle on his body was extremely sore, like Painhurs, almost the end of the force.

Thousands of illusory ghosts and dead souls, like hungry beasts that choose people to devour, instantly swallow the Supreme King of the Goths! Swallowing and tearing every inch of Horus with his teeth and fingers.

The soldiers around, looking up at the scene of the sky, were dumbfounded.

Pain Hess led a horrible torrent of dead spirits, leaped into the high clouds, swallowing Horus, and when the wave of death that covered the sky dissipated, the green giant wolf was already invincible. The corpses counted are torn into the smallest pieces!

There was a patter of blood in the sky, and all of it poured on the head of the warchief. In addition to the blood, the flesh, fur, and even bones of the legendary wolf were all destroyed in the magic of death.

"Look, Herniwell, I've said it all. I carry the goddess of luck on my horse. She will always look after me. The third time, it finally succeeded."

Seeing the giant wolf annihilated into ashes, Painhurs was relieved and finally heaved a long sigh of relief. The side effects of the rapid outbreak, as well as the accumulated injuries and fatigue for a long time, completely defeated the leader of the centaurs. He was pale and handsome. The body shook twice and fell to the ground, crashing into the ripples of his debut in the lake of dragon blood.

"Do not!!!"

Theodoric roared desperately. He couldn't believe the fact that Horus was defeated and killed. He rushed into the blood pool, ignoring the drow warlock who was singing beside him, trying to kill or kidnap the comatose warchief. .

However, Gorell has brought her gray mane elite and killed it from the battlefield. One step ahead of the werewolf to protect the safety of the leader, the werewolf mage had no choice but to rush to the side of the great predator, his right paw tore the arcane door in the air, and he disappeared into the original with him. Ground.

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"Damn! Damn! How could your majesty die in the hands of that man and horse!!!"

With teleportation, Theodoric returned to the west of the battlefield, scratching his hair frantically, his old eyes filled with sad tears.

Suddenly, the old wolf chanted mysterious magic and used the power of arcane magic to modify his body shape. He saw that his skinny and haggard body became more burly and mighty, and his gray wolf hair turned into the blue one. Yan, the sharp right paw, has also become bigger and sharper, almost exactly the same as Horus.

Theodoric grabbed the big predator by the collar, looked at Abaddon's shocked face, and said viciously.

"Listen! Only you and I know the news of your majesty's death. You can't reveal it to anyone! With the military's distraction, none of the tens of thousands of elite werewolves ran away! Without this army, ours The royal palace was completely crushed by the horses! Listen! The one who died on the battlefield was Theodoric, he, in order to protect His Majesty the King! Now, I am Horus!"

Abaddon hesitated and nodded silently. The other party's plan is indeed the best method at present.

"Blow the horn of retreat! There is an orc in the middle, and the horses will not be chased for a while! Go! The whole army retreat! Return to Simferopol, return to Cesonsus!"

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After hearing the horn of retreat, this elite veteran consisting of the old Horus, the Gothic Forbidden Army, and the Daredevil Warriors immediately obeyed the order, using the servants as cannon fodder, and ordered them to stand in the desperate greenskins. Monster, the whole army retreats to the west! Prepare to go through Dragonmaw Fort and return to his homeland.

However, before them, the news of the werewolf's betrayal was taken by the falcons of the Greymane clan to the Dragon's Roar. Theodoric discovered with horror that the gate of the castle was tightly closed, and the densely packed goblin slaves stood at the head of the city, holding up a spear thrower that could double the distance and damage of the javelin.

A beautiful figure appeared in the sea of ​​goblins like a flock of chickens. The bright long orange hair, under the sunset glow, is as beautiful and splendid as a burning cloud. Above the beautiful face, to these corrupt and contaminated compatriots, they showed both sad and contemptuous expressions.

"Ah! Sha! Na!!!"

Theodoric let out an angry growl.

"Looking at the feelings of the past, open the door! The butcher knife in your hand is slashing at the neck of your compatriots! Could it be that your heart is as hard as a rock? Could it be that your body and soul have become those halves? The shape of a half-horse? Open the gates!!!"

"ready."

Asana said coldly. The densely packed goblins next to them smiled grimly and raised the spear thrower in their hands. As long as there is no life-threatening danger, these cruel and despicable little things are willing to create and appreciate the painful struggles and miserable wailings of any creature.

"Ashana! Even if you refuse to embrace our power, Your Majesty did not kill you, but exiled you! How did he treat you? Now, do you want to avenge your gratitude!"

The gray old wolf growled almost pleading. Those werewolf's vassals also found something was wrong, and the whole army of wolves retreated. With their scarce numbers, they couldn't stop the surging green-skin torrent at all! Those orcs, having discovered the weakness of the encirclement net, are attacking the western defense line at full speed! If you don’t leave again, the werewolf will be attacked by both goblins and orcs at the door of Dragonmaw Fort!

"I will revenge for grace?! It was you who destroyed my country! Killed my loyal Supreme King! It was you who corrupted my closest compatriots! It was you who announced in public that I! Asana is no longer a Gothic kingdom. One of you! Today’s situation is the path you bloodthirsty beasts choose yourself!"

Asana said sadly. Suddenly, she felt a sense of disobedience. Why did the blue giant wolf not claim to be self-proclaimed when talking about Horus expelling herself? Instead, use "Your Majesty?"

Thinking of this, the barbarian girl chanted a sacred prayer. With a finger on her left hand, a light golden magical pulse directly blasted on the body of the blue giant wolf, disintegrating and destroying all the magical structures on his body, bravely and capable of fighting. The Supreme King of China disappeared like a bubble of disillusionment. Standing in the same place, he was just an old man who described withered and trembling.

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At this time, Sister Christina also rushed into the dragon's blood pool that barely had a horse's legs. The petite and lovely Christian had to raise his head to prevent the blood from going to the bridge of his nose. The twin sisters hurriedly picked up the unconscious warchief to prevent her lover from drowning in the dragon's blood.

"Damn it, he used another swift burst, and he was directly in a coma in the dragon's blood!"

Christina looked at her spouse’s abnormally swollen body, and the heart that almost stopped beating. Anxious tears were coming. Rouge Lima quickly dragged her lover out of the pool of blood, bent her knees forward, and withstood the chief’s lungs. , Pressing **** his pale and strong back with both hands, trying to pour out the liquid accumulated in his lungs.

Cristian's hands were also full of vigorous natural energy, healing Painhurs' horrible injuries and alleviating his fatigue of fighting for a long time. The two sisters assisted each other and finally awakened the pale chief.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not dead again...just fell asleep tired."

The warchief barely showed a confident smile. He tremblingly stretched out his left hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Christina's eyes-but, in the next second, Painhurs frowned solemnly.

Every time I use the chaotic energy, the pitch-black eight-pointed black star becomes more and more huge and hideous. Now, the eight straight starlights are as hideous and twisted as flesh and blood tentacles, and the seven pitch-black tentacles almost cover the back of their hands, and the lowest tentacles?

That thing was like a pitch-black viper, already extended to the elbow.

"How is the battle..."

"You killed the opponent's head wolf. However, Theodoric and Abaddon ran away, but don't worry."

Seeing that the leader finally regained consciousness, Gerel, who was standing by the guard, let out a long sigh of relief.

"I have already told Asana, who is in charge of logistics, the news of the betrayal of the werewolf, as well as the brothers and sisters of the seven races. They can't turn the sky over.

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