Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Okay, don’t be like a mother-in-law with pointed ears. Isn’t a brother dead?! Help me bless him, high priest, may his soul return to the golden pasture of Skerrit, and no longer receive The torment of the world."

Looking at Abujos who still wanted to say something, Breda interrupted the other party's words in an angry manner, and stomped Alpharis's head with a hoof to vent the resentment and sorrow in his heart. The blushing blood was mixed. The yellow brains, for a time, splashed everywhere.

The arch druid sighed and looked at the pale warrior speechlessly. From the dragon leather body armor, he removed a dense white rib engraved with druidic words, and then pinched a section of the evergreen vine from the top of his head, silently Walked to the side of the person who died unjustly, and blessed his dead soul.

"Thank you."

The pale samurai opened his lips with a trembling, muttered in an almost undetectable voice, and then restored the arrogant face of the world.

"The situation is like this. Forty to fifty thousand brothers and sisters of my clan, for various reasons, are now forced to live in the Anatolian Peninsula, Augustus of the Eastern Roman Empire, in the province of Cappadocia. , We have set aside a large pasture for us to graze and live.

However, don't think too much of those long ears, this place is not for nothing. "

Breda clenched her fists in anger.

"He gave us a piece of land to inhabit, but at the cost of our blood and pride! We must unconditionally fight for the unweaned baby chief of the elf!

This is nothing, but as the leader of this expedition, my wife, and daughter who had just been full moon became hostages in their hands! Two pieces used to secure me and the loyalty of the five thousand brothers! "

"So, what do you want? Let us help you go south and take back your wife and children?"

Abhuos frowned, considering how much the tribe's current power would have to provoke the terrifying empire.

"Shhh-I haven't finished speaking, don't interrupt me."

The pale warrior stretched out a finger in dissatisfaction. The blood and brain-stained horseshoe, like a pile driver, kept trampling Alpharis's dead body, almost stomping it into a pool of terrible meat sauce.

"Although I am strong, I also have self-knowledge. I know that by myself, I cannot be the opponent of the Eastern Romans, nor can I retake my wife and daughter from Ankara, the chief of the clan! High priest, you are very strong, Very strong—the tribe, how many people can compare to you? What is your strength?"

"The strength of the warchief is far above me."

Abu Hoss silently said that the Green-Binding Summon he was proud of was unable to do anything in front of Painhurs. The necromancer played with illusion magic so superbly, he couldn't even perceive it when he opened his force. The position of the opponent, let alone the green-bound summons, and the power of every necromantic spell of the pale sorcerer is terrifying to a terrible state, and the high arcane tendril that greatly increases the distance of the necromantic spell... ··

The most troublesome thing is that the warchief is not afraid to call out the green-bound army at all. He is an incarnation of fear, and the number of enemies is meaningless to him.

The Arch Druid said in a deliberate manner, measuring the credibility of Bleda and the risk of exposing the information of his companions.

"His two spouses, Christina and Christian are also quite powerful. There is also a mad woman named Gorell within the clan. The strength of the four of us is almost the same. The strength of the tribe... I can only say, The members of the tribe who participated in this battle are just a partial army, and the large army is still training and preparing for battle in Gredinian."

"Okay, okay, okay, I believe you! The high priest of Skerrit!"

Brada held out a finger.

"I swear to my **** Skerrit! Within ten days, I will give a great gift to the tribe! As a gift of my refuge, the Kingdom of Abkhazia and the city of Sukhumi, as well as these hundreds of thousands of Taiflin, Will belong to your chief.

But you must help me to cross the Caucasus Mountains and save my wife, daughter, chief, and my fellow citizens. "

"Swear in the name of Skerrit, even if you don't mention it, we know that there are so many compatriots in the south, who are deceived by foreign races and cannot be indifferent."

Abhors nodded and ordered his violent giant bear to make a few claw marks on the corpse, evoking thousands of thunder, and completely destroying Alpharis's body, allowing Bleda to cross the sea without hiding.

I fluttered my wings, returned to the tribe, and told the warchief what happened today...

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Sukhumi City

"The Horde deceived too much! Coron! Teradal! Died tragically in the hands of the Horde assassin!!! Coron even had no bones bombarded by Arcane Thunder!!!"

Breda dragged the body of his compatriots back to the capital of Abkhazia, summoned all the horses, and said in tears in front of everyone, two lines of tears, gurgling down his painful face, not knowing it was pretending What came out was really indulging in the sadness of killing an old friend with his own hands.

When the commander of the coalition army scolded the northern tribes, the leaders of the cats, Tefrin, and jackals also came upon the news.

"My scout! I have mastered the movement of the tribe army! Cappadocia's clan compatriots will continue to send more reinforcements! We will flank the Caucasus fortress from south to north, and bring the giant hills there Annihilated in one fell swoop! For the glory of Skerrit!!!"

"For the glory of Skerrit!!!"

Looking at the angry people in the audience, and the messengers of the tribes who hurriedly relayed their news back to the camp, they knew that their plan had been half-successful-Cappadocia’s reinforcements were a joke, and they would tell Abkhazia. The main force of the army, all buried in the mountains of the Caucasus.

"Give me an order! Prepare food and supplies! The army will assemble as quickly as possible and break the Caucasus fortress! When we gather more soldiers, we will fight the tribe to the death! AlanNure Skerrit!!!"

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Under the command and leadership of Breda, the coalition forces gathered in Abkhazia drove out of Sukhumi mightily.

Five thousand men and horses, twenty thousand were killed because of the chief, almost attached to Breda's cats, five thousand sphinxes, ten thousand jackals, fifty thousand Tevrin levies, and ten thousand well-equipped half demons. standing army.

A long row of 100,000 army platoons rushed to the Caucasus fortress...

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