Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Hornoria, who is savvy and knowledgeable, is entangled with Painhes, asking for more pleasure. The imperial princess, who has just experienced personnel, has turned into the shape of a man and horse. After a few days of partying between the two, Cleola also brought news of the head of the demon.

A drow nobleman who is about to go bankrupt is changing his property, including the head of a demon: the history of that thing can be traced back to the time of Alexander the Great. It is said that when the expeditionary army conquered Persia, Yadi was the next The drow warrior, the six-bearded Demon who personally killed him, was carefully kept in a sealed tank filled with antiseptic liquid.

And the other party's bid was quite straightforward: 10,000 Sudlers' gold coins were nothing compared to the tribal military expenses.

"Ning, protect Honoria here, I will come as soon as I go."

Painhurs left the princess and the three silver dragons in a safe hotel, and set off with Magnus. The two followed the female drow who was scratching their heads and came to the noble area, a very gorgeous family Before the mansion.

A few gorgeously dressed and fat drows, exquisite benches, tables and stools and other furniture, as well as a large number of chained slaves, all moved to the street for sale at low prices. The faces of all the slave owners were Full of unwillingness and sorrow of bankruptcy.

Everything seems so normal, except for those absurd designs such as the four legs of the seat, which are carved into human limbs, and the chair surface is carved into a human back.

"Your Excellency, please come in with me. The auctions outside are all low-priced goods, and the real valuables are all inside."

Cleola smiled flatteringly, Painhurs didn't doubt that he had him, and strode into Drow's mansion, because the slaves in their house, including some trolls, were built to be quite spacious and could even accommodate. A man and horse gallops horizontally inside.

Just stepping into the imitation house, a weird chandelier came into view-it was a naked Medusa hung from the beam of the house. She looked so beautiful and pitiful, her eyes were gouged out, her mouth was forced to be widened, the whole big cat was hollowed out, replaced with lamp oil, the deep and quiet black firelight, through the hollow eyes and mouth , Sprinkle to every corner of this dark room.

And this Medusa’s long hair is made up of thousands of poisonous snakes. The mouths of these poisonous snakes are biting a candle. The fangs are used as fixed nails, deeply submerged inside the candle, and are covered by iron wires. Bundled and restrained, the snakes were forced to stand up, allowing the hot melted wax to trickle down, gradually covering her graceful ketone body, and the entire chandelier looked very fragrant and tyrannical.

Although everyone's sexual addiction is free, Painhurs really thinks that these slave owners and sadists should see a psychologist.

While complaining about the aesthetics of the drow, the warchief followed Cleola's steps to a spacious hall with the word "sacrifice" written on it, wearing a gorgeous purple and gold battle armor and a fire feather tabard on his shoulders. , But not wearing a helmet, the **** with flowing silver hair is exposed to the eyes of the white horse-he is not a drow.

The man in front of him, holding a two-handed giant sword burning with phoenix flames in his right hand, and the head of the heart-removing demon that Painhurs wanted in his left, standing quietly in the center of the room, with gorgeous shoulder armor inlaid with two anomalies. The huge orc fangs, looking at this size, at least broke from the mouth of a huge orc.

Painhurs’ pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint in an instant. There have been many elves who have been to the tribe over the years. He also knows about the affairs of the two Roman empires. Only the royal family is qualified to wear purple robes and dare to wear purple. Armor, dressed like this, there is only one person in the entire Eastern Empire: the former commander of the 3rd Cyrenaica legionnaire: Phoenician Phoenix, Forgrim.

A legend.

Without saying anything, the chieftain shredded the space and prepared to send people away. Just kidding, a Palestine governor ran all the way to Egypt. The things in front of him are definitely fraudulent!

However, it was too late, and the shadow behind it immediately shot an arcane chain, strengthening, stabilizing, and repairing the fragmentation of the entire space. The white horse turned his head fiercely, and it was the one who was almost in Trabu. The battle of Zong, with the might of the cannon, defeated the tribe’s imperial warlord, Peturabo!

Two groups of illusory shadows whizzed across the room in an instant, and the emptiness of black smoke turned into a human form in a dead silence, blocking the two wings of the warchief one by one.

These are two glamorous and enchanting drow women. The one on the left is covered in steel armor, and even has a hideous mask on his face. The whole body is hidden under a knife-bladed cloak, with his left hand holding A bizarre ring-blade weapon, with his right hand holding a circle of chains that prevent demons.

The drow on the right is full of the smell of sulfur that is unique to the devil. Even if his eyes are blocked by a piece of black cloth, he can see the blazing evil green demon flame in the hollow eye sockets. There are even devil horns on his forehead! The sturdy arms hold a pair of more peculiar war blades, as if they are welding two scimitars together.

Her sturdy upper body is almost completely naked, and her large areas of dark skin are covered with emerald green weird magic lines.

A penetrating cold light aroused the warchief's vigilance. He looked up, a glamorous and graceful drow archer wearing a dark cloak, on the beam of the room, quietly pulled the bowstring of the longbow, and the sharp clusters of arrows were entwined with a palpable death energy.

The fourth and only male drow, silently guarding Peturabo. He is not tall, but he exudes an extremely dangerous aura. When he moves, he looks like a cat. Silent, like a sharp arrow stretched on a bowstring, in the best attack state at all times. The two sharp machetes, like the fangs of the black panther beside him, gleam with the cold light of death. .

"Don't look, Painhurs, these four drow elves are all legends!

The one holding the ring and the chain is the highest warden shadow song of the drow, and there is no prisoner who can escape her ruthless hunt. The whole chain is made up of magic gold, as long as it touches your body, it can restrain the operation of all magic!

The one who exudes the smell of sulfur, she is one of the most precious research products of the Imperial Academy of Magic, Illidari. We successfully suppressed a Balo flame demon and bound it in the body of an elf, so that the citizens of the Empire can rely on mortals. Body, use the power of the devil!

And the archer? It is also the most adept general under the command of Master Zall: Windrunner. She is an outstanding necromancer, an archery master who is good at remotely sniping!

Coupled with the ancient red dragon that I can summon at any time, in order to intercept you, we have dispatched a total of seven legends this time. Give up resistance, warchief, we will give you a heroic funeral. "

Peturabo solemnly raised his left hand-in recent years, he has streamlined his Austrian artillery to the point where it can be carried by a single soldier. On his arm, four parallel-connected, dark Austrian artillery tubes are aimed at the white horse. Head.

Pain Hess didn't speak, but stared at the most conspicuous corner of the room instead. His eyes widened in shock, even if the seven legends were chasing and intercepting them, they couldn't be surprised to such a degree.

Here, is a room used by the drow for blood sacrifices, so it is wide enough to be set by the commander as the final battlefield. However, the deity enshrined in the shrine is actually Christina, who is brave and brave, wielding a huge axe and fighting in blood? !

wrong!

Pain Hess silently recalled the scenes of indulgence with Honoria in the past few days. As expected, the golden sculpture enshrined in the shrine has gradually turned from a wild rouge horse into a dignified and charming imperial princess. .

The beauty of one thought! ! !

What an artificially carved idol, it is as beautiful as one thought! ! !

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