Augustus Under the Horseshoe

A horrible and piercing noise suddenly and at the same time resounded across the sky in all directions of Teflin! The half-humans and half-devils were like birds of fright, hurriedly reining the reins of the horses, and looked around vigilantly.

"Scout! What sound is this?"

After a long period of rushing, Bolanjal’s arms were as heavy as lead, not to mention bending a bow and arrows, she didn’t even have much strength to cover her ears and isolate it like a thousand cats while scratching at the same time. The sharp noise of the planks.

"Let's go see..."

The scouts were also distracted by this heart-piercing noise. Just as they wanted to figure out what it was that could make such a terrifying sound, hundreds of sharp arrows seemed to fill the sky. Migratory locusts emerged from the depths of the forest!

Some priests who worship the flames and the devil tried to use the magic of shelter to defend against the feathers in the sky, but they were horrified to find that their pious prayers were completely disturbed and disrupted by the harsh noise, everyone of the nine prisons The prince, could not hear their humble begging, and gave these mixed-races the magic that they prayed for.

Christian is like a group of dark ghosts, with two people gathered together, blocking Teflin, leading to the south.

She took out the exquisite, gorgeous noise carillon that looked like a balance, interfering with the harsh roar, preventing the two parties from casting the spell.

At the same time, the scarlet phantom created by the bard in advance was also exposed in front of the opponent.

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The Sassanian prince looked at the blood-colored banner above the Capricorn totem sewn with golden thread, and the sacred and glorious Latin characters, and she couldn't help but breathe in air!

The 30th Urpius Victorious Legion! Trajan's 30th Urpius Victory Legion! ! !

The Latin letters of three Xs and the Capricorn totem of half sheep and half fish-this ancient eagle flag was once surrounded by tens of thousands of soldiers, and under the command of Trajan the Great, captured Tessie Feng: The capital of Persian civilization is inserted on the top of the tower of the Palace of the King of Kings.

That tragic history, for Teflin, was a history of humiliation that could not bear to look back, and it was also a history of terrible nightmares.

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The vicissitudes of the century have not allowed these scarlet and terrifying eagle flags to fade. After the handsome flag of the 30th Legion, ten red eagle flags symbolizing the ten battalions of the Legion, accompanied by noisy footsteps, sky-shaking battle roars, and loud bugles, rushed from the forest one by one. , Under the gust of wind, the hunting sounded!

The half demons who had been beaten by the 30th Legion turned their horses around and retreated directly to the north, even not wanting or daring to test the true or false of the opponent!

"Wow, Painhurs, these Teflins are really, very scared of these eleven flags."

Christian was surprised to release the arcane magic of the sound transmission and kept in touch with the warchief.

"Yes, according to the black guards of the Fourth Legion, their 30th Ulpius Victory Legion, once captured the palace of the Demonborn, the red-skinned Teflin, feared and hated them."

The warchief glanced at the black-robed armored guard behind him, and secretly told a little lie: How could the group of people even tell themselves that the Persians have the ability to summon the devil? How could they tell some of the army's glorious past?

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The demon-born cavalry who had been frightened twice in a row became more and more embarrassed as they fled. They looked at the shadows everywhere, as if the surrounding grass and trees, clever squirrels walking in the shade of the trees, perched on the branches. The fat eagle horns are all enemy soldiers who hunted them down.

Although, the last one is indeed a Druid of Withered Bone that has changed into an animal form.

"Goooooo—"

In the crisp and sweet sound of birds, the green vines, like spring bamboo shoots after the rain, broke the shackles of the soil in an instant, squirming and crawling like a poisonous snake, densely covered with a whole piece of woodland!

The dancing green python instantly wrapped around the hoof of the war horse, and some vines were instantly torn and torn by the rushing purgatory war horse. Others were burned into pieces of dried coke by the flames of hell.

However, there are still one-fifth of the cavalry, surrounded by the green entanglement hell, and their limbs are entangled, and their gallop stopped abruptly. The Teflin nobles, caught off guard, were directly thrown out of their horses. Falling on the winding vines.

They cried, struggled, and wailed. Thousands of vines instantly drowned their bodies. A cavalryman stretched out his scarlet palm in despair, but in an instant, was entangled and swallowed by a dozen green thorns. .

"boom!!!"

Numerous sculptural horns slumbering in the woods, fluttering with a pair of huge wings, descended in front of Teflin, turning into a pair of leather armor, covered with human and beast ribs, half human A large half-horse monster!

The coat color of the horse headed by the horse is an extremely rare dark green color. The pale skin of the human body is bleak and dull, like a gloomy corpse that has long been dead, making people creepy.

A slender and smooth light blue long hair, tied into countless small braids, neatly covered the entire head, and finally gathered on the back of the head, forming a playful and lovely ponytail.

The high priest of the tribe, the chief of the Withered Bones clan: Abhuos, quietly watching the fleeing cavalry, under the light blue hair braid, above the beautiful gray face. A pair of emerald green eyes, like a bright lake rippling with autumn light in two bays, showed a refreshing smile at Bolan Yaer.

"The eldest daughter of the King of Kings, the Romans have set a price for your head that we can't refuse. Good, it won't hurt."

"shooting!!!"

At the order of the Sassanids, the cavalrymen immediately bent their bows and set arrows, ready to shoot at these abominable mercenaries who rushed into the battlefield, smelling blood and gold.

Abhors shook his left hand, and two towering ancient trees immediately tilted and bent their huge bodies, just to cover the dense arrow rain. One right hand, a golden lightning, accompanied by a deafening thunder roar, fell from the sky. ! A terrifying electric current crackled among his five fingers.

The high priest slammed the palm of his hand, and the bright electric current entwined in his right hand resembled two golden pythons, torn and pierced through the green treetops, wrapped around the metal scales of two cavalry, and the scarlet flesh. Go on, thousands of electric currents, and at the same time a horrible horrible laugh!

"boom!!!"

In the next second, two groups of brilliant golden thunders suddenly joined together into an extremely brilliant line of thunder! Teflin, who was torn and penetrated by this huge current, was all convulsed by electricity, and the yellow liquid oozes out of their crotch, dripping to the ground along the back of the purgatory horse.

"Woo-"

The remaining withered bone sacrifices also sounded the horns of the wilderness, opening a series of verdant portals, a series of insidious and cunning grassland wolves, and a burly and hideous giant black bear, passed through one after another. The portal, came to the side of the demon, and let out a wild bloodthirsty roar!

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!!!"

Bolanjaer left behind some dead men and took the rest, evacuated the battlefield and drove to the west.

The demon cavalry at this moment was already frightened and tired. After three consecutive ambushes, they were suspicious of everything around them. If they changed a little, they would yell, and the whole army became more tired and panicked.

"Something's wrong, Queen-do you like hunting?"

"Of course I like it, why are you asking this suddenly?"

Boranjaer turned around and asked in a puzzled way.

"His Royal Highness, you see-we were scared back by the horses three times in a row, but they were just behind us, using battle roars, bows and arrows, and dying to drive away, and they didn't mean to engage in a frontal decisive battle-I have to say, we are serious The armored cavalry can't run them at all."

The face of the Sassanid prince suddenly became gloomy, released the hounds, drove them away on three sides, and then set up an ambush on the remaining side-this is a hunting routine! The group of **** monsters actually treat themselves as a prey? ? ?

What a shame! ! !

"Something's wrong! Let's go back! This road is a trap! Can't go! Dark guard! Use your shadow mania to tear a gap..."

Bolanjar’s voice suddenly froze. Her horse, tied between two roots, tripped with a chain hidden by the vine, and the Queen of Persia was like a kite with a broken line and was directly lifted off. Get out!

The cavalry hurriedly held the reins and looked around vigilantly. Deep in the shade of the tree, the Yuehan horses screamed the war roar of the Far East, threw out a series of special trap ropes, wrapped around the horses of these purgatory war horses. .

Bolanjaer clutched his injured right arm and squeezed up from the ground. More and more war horses were bound by the iron chain of the trap rope and hemp rope. Weeping and fell to the ground.

At the same time, a pale afterimage, like a winter wind, and like a ghost under the moon, came from a distance surrounded by blood rage and Yuehan men and horses.

Painhurs appeared in the depths of the dense forest with a total of ten hundreds of people!

The other three directions? Christina, Christian, and the people of Abhus are also quickly gathering. More heads of households, with their savage soldiers, responded to the sound of the assembled horns, and under the guidance and coordination of many Sartre poets, they gathered like a tide to respond.

Teflin looked around desperately, they were completely surrounded by men and horses. There is no need even for the warchief to infiltrate their hearts with fear, and the entire army is on the verge of collapse.

"You, surrender?"

The great chief bends his bow and shoots his arrows. Thousands of people and horses simultaneously pull the bowstrings in their hands into a terrifying full moon. Thousands of metal clusters of arrows reflect beams of cold sunlight.

"There are only princes who died in battle, and no cowards who surrendered."