Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar 420 years, Maya month, the 14th of the second month. (February 14, 420 AD)

Painhurs, who had obtained a brand-new armor, left Octuron, preparing to cross the Alps and head straight for Egypt. Anyway, the zombie silver dragon is an indefatigable killing machine, and it will not feel exhausted because of the long flight.

However, a wonderful situation happened at this moment.

Accompanied by the surging arcane fluctuations, a large and exaggerated enchantment crossbow, howling tore through the cold air, and violently penetrated the left wing of the three silver dragons, and countless thorns and vines with the thickness of beams and pillars spread out With the wooden arrow shaft, he wriggled his huge twisted green body, tightly entangled half of Ning's wings.

The terrifying sense of weightlessness instantly hit Painhurs’ six-limbed skeletons, scared his heart almost jumped out of his mouth-unable to flap his wings, almost as huge as a mountain range, the heavy ancient silver dragon was wailing from the sky. come down! ! !

"What the hell?"

The warchief tried his best to stay focused in the rapid fall, facing the wanton spreading death vine, it was a dispelling magic, rushing arcane torrent, washing, tearing, and disintegrating the green thorns, and Ning hurriedly flapped his wings again, falling Raise the flight altitude again in the middle.

But at this moment, she had fallen under the clouds, and Painhurs could even see a dazzling scarlet on the snow-capped Alpine trail.

"Oops! Roman dragon hunting squad! They are here to catch and tame wild dragons!"

Magnus’ eyesight is better than that of horses and horses. Six crossbowmen who are as tall as a castle tower under the blessing of the witchcraft seven-ring behemoth art swiftly step forward, and they are several times more exaggerated than a scorpion crossbow. Soldier weapons, shooting a round of death arrows towards the giant dragon.

However, this time the ancient silver dragon was prepared for a long time. With the piercing cold wind, the three elegant dragon heads spit out the breath of the frost and snow dragon towards the crossbow formation, and the extremely cold breath was mixed with infinite anger. , The heavy arrow that destroyed six dragon hunting in an instant, standing on the ground, looking up at the sky, the dragon hunting squad felt that the entire sky had become a monotonous and dead pale face.

The top-down frost and snow, even though they lost the kinetic energy of the spitting, still fell to the ground under the action of gravity, and quickly swallowed a few bright reds completely.

"Ning, don't fight, we just teleported away, entangled with them here, it doesn't make any sense."

The warchief did not want to do some unnecessary entanglement with these elites of the Western Roman Empire, but when he finished singing the complex spells, he was horrified to discover that the twisted and broken space that should have been under the power of arcane was like steel. Generally not moving—someone blocked the transmission of this space!

"Oh my God! Before it flew too high, I thought it was at most a giant dragon, but this size is at least super giant! This is an ancient dragon! We found an ancient dragon! Hurry! Catch it alive! !!!"

"Wait a minute, look at its scales! It's not white, but it's like a piece of armor, exuding a faint silver light. This is a silver dragon! It has disappeared for hundreds of years, and there is no record of sightings of the silver dragon!!!"

"Nima this thing still has three heads! It's rare! We'll get rich if we catch it back!!!"

"Roar!"

Ning let out a grievance roar. In the lingua franca, there is a significant difference between [he] [she] [it]. Seeing that she is called by others as a livestock or even an object, the anger of the ancient silver dragon has reached its peak.

Just as Painhurs was thinking about how to avoid this battle, another terrifying crossbow bolt destroyed the silver dragon scales, and the barbs were deeply embedded in the rigid dragon flesh. Once, the magic poured into the enchanted crossbow was an anti-magic field, a magic vacuum area that suffocated all casters. The above ancient silver dragon was the center of the rapid expansion, enveloping one person and one dragon, and the end of the crossbow. , Is also linked with an extremely heavy iron chain.

After turning into a behemoth, it was almost a terrifying giant with the ancient silver dragon. He tightened the chain and tried to pull Ning directly to the ground. After the other five giants shot wide, they started to aim again and shoot again.

"It can transform ordinary people into the same size as the ancient silver dragon. The witchcraft in the opposing team is probably not legendary but also the pinnacle of mortals. Wait, he used closed-space spells and anti-magic fields. There is an arcane spellcaster who is not weak."

Seeing Painhurs' face became increasingly angry and ferocious, Magnus whispered to remind him.

"Even if Augustus of the Western Roman Empire is standing in the team below, I will go down and let him slap him!"

The great chief who was provoked repeatedly and completely angered, roared and jumped off the dragon's back! Directly free from the shackles of the anti-magic field, the howling wind cut through his pale face like a blunt knife.

The dragon hunters on the ground were taken aback for a moment, the white horse's falling speed was so fast that they only saw a beam of silver light falling from the sky. There is no time to react at all!

"TheWorld!"

Relying on the combined spellcasting that can be controlled by the legend, the pale horse instantly cast two spells at the same moment-the body in the mithril armor turned into a misty breeze, and it hovered dangerously and dangerously above the ground. At the position of the ruler, the pale world around it seemed to be completely solidified by ice and snow. Six war crossbowmen, as large as mountains, stood in place like sculptures, without heartbeat or breathing.

"Damn, are those two spellcasters buried by the silver dragon's avalanche? These six people wear thick armor, shields, and long swords. They can't use spells!"

The warchief looked around and found no trace of the caster. He couldn't help being a little impatient. The time he could stop was passing by, but he didn't find anything.

And the spells that those two guys know are quite disgusting. The Forbidden Field can even block the link between himself and Chaos for the duration—wait, anyway, when he expands the Anti-Magic Field, he can’t use the spells himself. Let's talk about this stuff.

Thinking of this, the pale horse quickly hid behind a giant far away from the crowd, guiding the energy of chaos, in the center of the other five giants, unfolding a devastating storm of evil flames-blue, scarlet, dark green, quiet Purple, the constantly jumping four-color magic fire, was also frozen in place at the moment it left the control of the warlock, but at this moment, the time that the warchief could be stagnant had reached the limit.

Spell power, magic power, evil flame enhancement, fire storm.

The storm of demon fire burst open, and the crazy flame wave instantly swallowed the five people. The high-temperature evil flame melted in iron armor and burned the flesh and blood. The five dragon hunting giants who had just regained their mobility had no idea what had happened. , Was completely overwhelmed by the magic fire. They screamed, wailed, and twitched and fell to the ground. The huge body like a mountain, even the mountains tremble when they fell.

The last giant's eyes widened in shock, and he didn't even know what happened.

At this moment, a suffocating heat wave rushed from the back of his neck—the warchief shaped the second nine-ring spell position into a spear of evil flames, and held it tightly in his hand. The spear pierced his huge back neck! The magic fire that was enough to melt steel, steamed blood, carbonized flesh, and after drawing out the four-color magic fire, it didn't even bring out a trace of blood from the dark flesh and blood hole.

The pale horse seemed to kill a god, stepping on the last corpse of a dragon hunter that fell slowly, and landed on the ground. He was engrossed in feeling the wave of magic nearby.

Now, the spell transmitted in the enclosed space is still in effect. The other party can't escape just like myself-what I have to do now is to catch the weak magic wave at the moment when the other party cancels the spell, then stop time, and give that guy the last blow in the past.

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