Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Thousands of powerful towering ancient trees stood quietly under the golden morning sun. The brown tree trunks are covered with dense gullies and lines, like some kind of obscure ancient mantra. The endless green leaves form a tree crown of lush foliage, the first breeze in the morning There was a rustle under the touch.

Thousands of vines grow arbitrarily on the surface of the forest. They stretched, twisting their slender and weak green tentacles, winding up along the huge tree trunks. It was verdant like a poisonous snake.

On the surface of the dense forest, there are even more charming and beautiful unnamed flowers blooming in bloom, and clusters of small snow-blue flowers form a magnificent sea of ​​lavender flowers, extending to the end of the field of vision.

The golden morning light, after passing through the clusters of leafy canopies, there are only a few faint beams, spreading deep in the deep forest of the dark sea of ​​flowers, on a throne of ancient trees covered with vines and flowers. ——There is a terrifying green dragon dormant on it. He curled up in the snow-blue sky of flowers. The dorsal fin extending from the top of the head to the tip of the tail, like the sail of a wooden boat, swayed gently in the breeze.

"Lord...Master."

Several tall and burly horses and horses knelt on the ground in awe. Their slender necks were all covered with a circle of magical shackles made by thorns. The position of the heart was even more imprinted by some kind of magic as a slave of skeletons and thorns. .

Among these horses, a mare did not kneel down. She supported a huge ancient tree, her expression was painful and distorted, and her body was covered with dripping sweat.

"Come on, mare."

Motarian glanced lightly at the fertile horses under his claws, and then changed to a more comfortable lying position on his throne, allowing the weak sunlight to shine on his belly.

"Well······"

The mare struggled to make a faint sound. With the encouragement of her compatriots, she gritted her teeth and persisted. The teeth almost broke the stick in her mouth. Her **** hands and ten fingers were also on the supporting giant tree, digging. Ten deep depressions came out.

"Come out! Head out!"

The crowds onlookers let out an exclamation. A young baby's head was finally squeezed out of the mother's body, followed by small arms and body covered with green scales, as well as two hairy horseshoes. Finally, It was the body of a horse soaked in mucus.

After hearing the movement, Mortalian wriggled his slender snake neck and quietly leaned in front of the crowd. The evil golden pupils stared at his heir closely, as if admiring a perfect tool.

"Yes, this kid is very talented."

The green dragon stretched out his eerie, forked red tongue, lightly tapped it on the heart of the half-dragon baby, and planted her own slave mark for her personally. A small section of thorns also wrapped around her soft neck. , The piercing pain caused the newborn foal to open his mouth, do his best, and let out the first cry after coming into the world.

"From today, your name is Peanna."

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"Hoo-hoo-"

The leader of the dead poets woke up from the nightmare abruptly, and the clothes on his body were already soaked in the cold sweat produced in the nightmare. The powerful lyre player, at this moment, is like a little girl without the power to bind a chicken, with her hands wrapped around her chest, curled up in the corner of the tent and shivering.

Motarian, his father's terrifying vertical pupils, like a nightmare, made her horrified.

When he was born, he was a slave to his father. His talents and abilities entangled him like a curse. The green dragon forced himself to exercise the magical abilities of bards and druids in a way that was almost abusive. The flexible lyre was even dyed red by the blood of his fingers.

However, the year-long hard work paid off. Soon, Peanna became the strongest among the green dragon descendants. Seeing that there were enough people, these slaves were dubbed "Poetry Dead" and quietly spread. Lurking in the society of people and horses, as their master, slowly controlling all people and horses in secret.

In order to conceal her identity, she was not afraid of pain, and tattooed her human upper body with hideous tattoos, not only to cover the scales of the dragon, but also to cover the mark of the slave on her chest.

Later-the green dragon's plan failed, the emerald green shadow that obscured the sky fell from the sky, and the werewolves and horses wailed in front of the dragon corpse... However, the fate of the dead poets still cannot be controlled by themselves. It was decided that Abhuos led the Withered Bone Druids, relying on their numerical advantages, completely defeated himself in the sea of ​​flowers in the forest, and captured them all back to the royal court.

He changed from Mortarian's **** to Painhurs' pawn. The task has changed from controlling the centaur to secretly observing the other races of the tribe.

"Sister? The ship arrived, and everyone came back from all parts of Gredinian, including the sisters stationed in the Ostrogoth palace!"

Suddenly, another dead poet opened the white camp and said with joy.

In front of her blood relatives, Peanna instantly regained her original prestige, and calmly wiped away the teardrops from her eyes.

"Very well, the orcs have gone south. Painhurs has transferred all the elites of the tribe from his hometown. It is time for us to act. For the first time in five years, our people have all gathered together to monitor everyone's black Fangs were also revoked due to lack of manpower. It seems that the tribe really did their best for this war."

The leader of the dead poetry licked his fangs, sharp nails like dragon claws, gently rubbing his skin.

"We have always lived for others, tools and chess pieces in the hands of others, but from the beginning of the sky, the dead of poetry will not be anyone’s slaves. Inform all brothers and sisters! In response to the chief’s call, we must Go to the land of elves to burn, kill, and loot!"

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