Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Madeleine: Bell, with the letter written by Breda, hurriedly left the parliament camp and walked towards his tent.

Decorated on the leather armor, the emerald green leaves that represent life collide with the skeleton bones that symbolize death, accompanied by the clink of horseshoes, indicating the balance of life and death and the reincarnation of nature.

"This time I'm going to a place a bit far away. Bring a three-day ration. Um, with some gold and silver jewelry with pointed ears, you might be able to exchange something for your compatriots in the north."

The Druid simply packed his bags, a chubby cat-headed night eagle, resting on his right shoulder cleverly, no matter how the horse and the horse shook, the head of the half-moon bird always kept balance and stability.

"Bell? Bell!"

Just as he was preparing to release the pouch, suddenly, a black man and horse opened the white curtain door and quietly entered the druid's private camp.

"General Breda asked me to tell you something."

"What's the matter? Let's talk."

Bell looked back vigilantly and found that he was a familiar compatriot, who had just turned his head to pack his bags after he had a meeting with General Bleda just now.

"General Breda asked me to say..."

Accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, the black black horse quietly came to Bell's side, affectionately stretched out an arm, and tried to hug the other's shoulder.

However, at this moment, the situation suddenly changed. In the hands of the dark horse, like a trick, a sharp dagger appeared, which accurately cut the druid's throat!

Red blood splattered everywhere, Bell's horrified eyes instantly covered a layer of death cloud, his trachea was cut by a sharp blade, and the inhaled air could not reach the lungs at all. After passing through the tracheal crevice, it sent out like nine ghosts. The terrible screaming sound like crying!

"Uh······"

The druid tried to chant spells to heal his fatal injuries, but because of the torn muscles of the trachea and larynx, he couldn't make a sound!

Bell shook his arm fiercely, and ordered the cat-headed nighthawk on his shoulder to strike, blinding the other's eyes, but the chubby bird of prey suddenly flashed with a terrifying silvery light, and in an instant it turned into a tall and burly horse. The sagittarius, the terrifying weight, almost crushed the Druid's arm!

The warm blood poured into Bell’s respiratory system along the crack in the throat, almost filling his lungs, causing him to drown in his own blood. The long-term lack of oxygen also made him dizzy. , The darkness in front of me is getting darker.

"Oh!"

Druid fell helplessly in a pool of blood. At the last moment of his life, he only saw the dark horse, which was gleaming with a suspicious silver-white light, and turned out to be exactly the same as himself!

And his animal companion, after turning into a horse and breaking his arm, was bathed in a silver light and turned into a cat-headed night eagle again.

"Goodbye, we are Alpharis."

"Bell" coldly picked up Brada's letter and the deceased's package, destroying the corpse in the tent.

Starting today, he, the Archdruid under Bleda's command, has been a messenger to the north.

"The plan went well, and I would like to report back to the dove. The people they recruited were a bunch of clowns and were simply unreliable. We are optimistic about the hostages in Cappadocia. We will use this as a springboard to break into the interior of the tribe and into Pain. Hess's side."

"For Augustus."

Two Alpharis silently saluted in the direction of Constantinople.

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The short journey was fleeting, and the druid disguised by Alpharis soon arrived at Painhurs’ mobile car city.

According to their temporary plan, the two first pretended to be Breda’s messengers to contact Pain Hess, and then lived there for a while, pretending to be Alpharis of Druids, and were responsible for mediating with other people.

Alpharis, disguised as an animal partner, collects information in the Royal Court of Sagittarius. Choose a suitable target and understand everything about him.

Immediately after that, the druid will quickly change into a character that is easy to be friends with him according to the interests of that poor target, slowly approach the other party, and then swallow it in one bite!

In the end, this druid identity would appear on the surface and "return" to Breda, but in reality, it replaced the hapless target and was placed next to Painhurs. The whole plan was perfectly seamless.

On the other side, the warchief competed with the giant bathed in golden light.

Since the Pale Warlock returned from the battlefield of the Eastern Roman Empire, his combat ability has swelled to a terrifying level. No matter whether it is within the centaurs or the tribes, no one can carry the great chieftain for several rounds.

Whether it is Gorell the Greymane Falcon, the Blood God chooses Christina, Druid Abhuos with the Bone, or Christian who is gaining knowledge of the empire and is undergoing retraining, they are unable to gain a lot of combat experience on the battlefield. The knowledge and the spoils of Painhurs's resistance were not even enough for him to use his full strength.

However, now, this golden giant, who calls himself Joshua Joseph, has become an excellent combat target for the warchief-his combat experience is extremely rich, his strength is bottomless, and only a little bit of remaining power can easily be suppressed. The pale man and horse, the kind of oppression that is close to despair, is the best motivation to break through their own limits.

The golden giant was also in the battle, constantly analyzing the eight-pointed black star on the back of Painhurs's hand. Spend a lot of energy to study these eerie and strange chaos magic arts.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

The golden giant waved his hand at random, and with the flaming golden sword in his hand, he once again pushed back the warchief who was surrounded by the four-color magic fire. He was immersed in the extremely rich chaos, fascinated by the study energy of.

"Beside you, my psychic power will even increase significantly-is it because the chaos is too rich? It's amazing. One day, I will fully understand and control this force. Create new A group of humans."

"Are you really a human? In my opinion, you are more like a subspecies of some giant."

Painhurs wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, once again inspiring the surging chaotic energy, transforming it into the negative energy magic of death, and preparing to launch the next attack.

But at this moment, a whistle interrupted the battle between the warchief and JOJO. Two brutal soldiers in heavy chain armor, standing on top of a man and horse wearing green leaves and bones, who had never seen before, slowly walked towards themselves. Come.

"Warchief! This brother is a mercenary hired by the Red Devil on the opposite side. After they found us, they sent out to contact us!"

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