Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The bright sunlight, through the dense green sea, cast a touch of broken golden morning light into the dark dense forest. The Lord of Hoarfrost walked through the forests of Greece with nine horse officers, searching for clues of the elf cavalry.

"By the way, Chief Hoarfrost, do we have to partner with the elves to murder the Warchief? Should we think about it?"

A thousand chief said worriedly, the dark horsetail flicked like a whip, slapped to death three or four dense forest mosquitoes that were trying to bite him.

"After all, he is our leader. The people of all races who have been divided for hundreds of years have been reunited by him. The children of Skerrit are no longer drifting around like duckweed in the rain. What's more, he led us to complete one. Pieces of feats that even Tomillis could not achieve! For the first time in thousands of years, our people have become the overlords of the entire grassland! We even defeated the huge empire in the south and smashed under their capital!"

"Humph!"

Breda snorted heavily and scanned everything around him vigilantly. A helpless wry smile appeared on the face of the yin bird.

"Yes, Painhurs, such a mighty prestige, united with ten tribes of centaur, ally with orcs, humans, and elves, and through a series of expansion and conquests, turned the tribe into a giant across the four seas! Ogre, Goblin, Teflin's mixed legion crossed the world! Even the main force of the Eastern Roman Empire smashed into the sand in front of the white horse, and the entire army was wiped out."

"In the eyes of outsiders, this tribe that unites dozens of races may be very scary, but you know, whenever I look at the tribe, what is reflected in my eyes?"

Breda sighed sadly.

"I only saw a crumbling tall building. The more he achieved higher achievements, this tall tower, which was trembling gently in the breeze and might collapse at any time, would be built on the upper floor, and we All compatriots are drinking and having fun in this dangerous building!"

"Chief, you are too exaggerated. The big chief has brought us land, herd, wealth, and glory!"

Officer Hoarfrost cast an incredible look, completely unable to understand his leader's thoughts.

"Then I will tell you the reason! My ancestors were there when the ancient kingdom of centuries collapsed: it was a war with extremely ridiculous reasons. A pair of biological sisters fought for the crown left by the old king. In the end, The entire kingdom fell apart in that civil war, and the sister of the pair of sisters was my ancestor."

Breda said coldly.

"Look, even the biological sisters whose blood is thicker than water will fight each other because of their interests. What's more, they are not related by blood, but are from the same race? What's more, they have different languages. The beliefs are different, and the races are members of different tribes?!"

"I warned him. I have been warning the chieftain that the system he brought from the Romans is problematic. He should abolish the establishment of ten tribesmen, and the status of ten tribe chiefs, and become a new centaur kingdom. He Rejected, the current people are still ten chiefs on the surface!"

"I also gave him advice to abolish the Senate. If our noble people must fight side by side with the orcs and elves, we must make them second-class citizens, firmly limit all their war potential, and let those alien races He didn’t have any ability to raise troops to contend with the horses. He still refused! In the magnificent Senate, a lowly goblin could actually sit on an equal footing with the centaur chief! The 20,000 heavy infantry was built completely according to the Roman legion, and the leader was not himself. Instead, it is a rebellious elf!"

"And how did he control the giant behemoth of the tribe? He used the black fangs to check and balance the others, and the midnight lord oversees the tribes. The black fangs and the midnight lord’s leaders were not the chief’s cronies. Like other monster chiefs, they are ordinary people who are forcibly tied into the tribe by profit."

Breda slammed the big tree beside him hard, even leaving a huge fist mark on the solid trunk.

"The current tribe is like a huge chariot dragged by more than twenty wild horses that are forcibly put on the reins. As the driver, Painhurs is also pulling more than twenty wild horses. Reins. Such a chariot seems unstoppable when it starts, but as long as the driver neglects it once, the chariot will inevitably be rammed, and the wild horses running in different directions will be torn to pieces! At that time, our people will be met with even more terror. The catastrophe!"

The Lord of Hoarfrost said categorically, a trace of terrible determination was revealed in his firm eyes.

"I must stop this before the tank loses control."

"But, didn't the warchief explain the reason like you? And I think the command of the warchief is correct. If you really follow the chief's method, forcibly deprive other centaur chiefs of their status, force other monsters to become vassals, second Civil war will break out now."

"Yes, the tribe needs a civil war. As long as we kill Painhurs, we, the White Frost clan, will have enough strength to force the others to unite as a whole, and once again threaten with the army, one by one to force other monsters, one by one. Become a vassal of centaurs and horses. After a **** civil war, this crumbling tribe will lose its strength, but from now on, this new empire will no longer be a crumbling towering and dangerous building, but an unbreakable whole."

Breda explained patiently, but at this moment, a Hoarfrost head of a hundred households fell to the ground without a word. The huge giant with a height of two meters, four to five meters and a ton of multiples was actually not there. There was no breath in the silence.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The Lord of Hoarfrost roared and shot a special dynamite towards the sky. The sharp and stern whistling sound spread through the dark dense forest, marking his position to other search teams.

The eight horses and horses, including Breda, immediately formed a circle, either with bows and arrows, or with swords and shields, watching the depths of the forest vigilantly. A hundred households knelt down and inspected the depths of the forest. The wound of the deceased: A large arrow hit the back of the hapless neck with great precision. The sharp cluster of arrows shattered a small cervical spine after tearing the skin and flesh, which caused him to say nothing. Fell to the ground-wait, large arrows? Are there elves with large arrows? !

The head of Hundred Households drew out the special arrow specially made for large-sized creatures in surprise. The feel of this feather arrow was 90% similar to the sharp arrow in his quiver.

The brilliant scorching sun shattered the sun through the dense trees and shattered the ground. A golden beam of light shone on the iron arrow clusters, reflecting a deadly cold light.

Another feather arrow whizzed through the sky.

This time, his target saw the reflection of the arrow, and the whole person slammed forward! Before he was proud, he dodged the deadly arrow, and the second sharp arrow screamed out, biting the tail of the first one! When the head of Hundred Households threw himself down, the killer had calculated his trajectory and shot the second deadly feather arrow.

It was another arrow to seal the throat.

Under the cover of seven Hoarfrost officers, Bleda inspected the injuries of the two dead. These sharp arrows specially made for large creatures could actually be separated by hundreds of feet in the forest with complex terrain. Accurately hit the key to the centaur, and still twice?

A creepy coolness climbed into Breda's heart. Can there be this kind of ability-the legendary black fang that specializes in fighting the civil war?

This time, the seven Hoarfrost officers all saw the arrow's trajectory. They turned around at the same time, bent their bows and set up arrows in the direction where the arrows were shot, but almost all the sharp arrows shot out were nailed to the trunk. Or be disturbed by drooping branches and vines, deviating from the original direction.

Moreover, when they attacked, they also exposed all their backs to one direction.

Seeing a trap in the prey, seven sharp arrows roared out, they gracefully walked through the dense forest, and they were nailed to the necks of these hoarfrost warriors. Amid the sound of steel torn and flesh, seven splendid roses bloomed. Beauty's **** epiphany! The seven powerful warriors softened and lost consciousness on the spot. They collapsed to the ground without saying a word. Things happened so quickly that before Lord Hoarfrost could react, all the nine warriors beside him fell down. In a pool of blood.

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