Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The Lord of Hoarfrost bit his tongue fiercely, using pain to dispel the anxiety and fear in his heart. A doomsday tendril that covers the sky and the sun, like a giant python, covering the four hooves to prevent the snake from being ambushed again. Two huge black mud tentacle , Instead of the front hooves of the chopped tendons, run and jump in the forest, destroying and crushing countless lush giant trees all the way, and aiming at the seven black looters in front of you! The beheaded giant sword dripping with deadly acid, gleamed with the cold light of death in the sun.

The predators frowned. This giant beast was too terrifying. They originally wanted to use the complex terrain of the forest to entangle and deal with Breda, slowly draining his blood, but the opponent could only smash into it. The trees that had grown for hundreds of years were shattered and broken, opening up a piece of no man's land in the forest.

In desperation, they could only disperse in seven different directions, retreat, and at the same time continue to shoot sharp arrows towards the vital points of the centaur.

With a fierce leap, Breda, a behemoth that was only a circle smaller than the silver dragon rose from the ground! The profane body covered with black mud even obscured the sun's brilliance. When the whole person jumped to the highest point, it fell down like a meteor. Two profane tentacles that replaced the front hooves slammed on a black fangs. Overhead!

Broken bones, flesh and blood turned into mud, ordinary centaurs simply cannot withstand the horrific crush of 64 tons in the apocalyptic form. Unfortunately, they become the target predator. Amidst the creepy screams, they are directly crushed by Bradda. A pitiful pool of meat sauce.

However, none of the warchief’s fangs showed any sadness or anger because of the death of their companions. They continued to carry out the hunting mission, and even immediately predicted when Breda jumped up. Judging his landing trajectory, and toward the vital point of the Lord of Hoarfrost, he quickly shot a life-threatening feather arrow, sharp arrow clusters, and even a touch of palpitating dark green face.

At the same time, the predator, who turned into a dove, resumed its centaur form in the sky, and fell rapidly down like a black eagle swooping toward its prey. With the terrifying potential energy of one ton of weight and the speed advantage of falling from the sky, the black fangs slashed into Breda's neck with two swords! The enchanted scimitar actually smashed the tentacles that Lord of Hoarfrost used to defend the vital tentacles. The tip of the knife even scratched the surface of the neck, allowing warm blood to gurgle out along the shallow wound.

"Damn! It's almost! After he gets bigger, the weak current is a bit difficult to master! In the future, we have to consider the key position of the centaur after the increase in size!"

The black fangs that failed the sneak attack immediately turned into pigeons and retreated again. The dense black mud tentacles strangling upwards, almost sticking to his white feathers, were almost able to catch this nasty assassin.

The Lord of Hoarfrost was in a cold sweat, and the remaining six black archers had already surrounded him. No matter where he faced, there was a sharp arrow cluster pointing at the bleeding back neck that had no black mud defense. , Ready to shoot his cervical spine at any time.

In desperation, Breda's last tentacles were also used to protect the back of his neck. At this moment, he had dozens of arrows in his body, scarred, and his face became extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.

The poison quenched by the arrowhead of the black fangs is a special toxin taken from the bite of the horse, which can effectively prevent the wound from healing-usually this kind of small wound, at most one minute, the blood can scab, but now, hoarfrost The 23 large and small wounds on the Lord's body were still flowing with warm blood. Once the muscles were strengthened, the blood would be like a fountain, gushing out from the wound.

"Brida, it's over, your ambition, your conspiracy, your farce should be over!"

Sigrit’s eyes burst out with gleaming psychic light, and a pool of silver stellar slime suddenly appeared under the hoof of the Lord of Hoarfrost, and Brada slid down on his hoof, and the entire behemoth fell fiercely. Falling to the ground, crushing dozens of lush giant trees, the huge impact even made the entire forest tremble slightly!

"not good!"

The Lord of Hoarfrost opened his eyes fiercely. When he slipped, his defenseless belly was completely exposed to the black fangs on one side!

The three black fangs fired at full fire, and they shot five feather arrows in just six seconds. Fifteen poisoned arrows pierced the sky and slammed into the soft belly of the horse, deeply immersed in the kidneys and liver. Among the vitals such as the spleen and the spleen, Breda wailed miserably in the pain, and even was unable to maintain the expansion technique and doomsday form, returning to its original form in a pool of blood.

Without the cover of the black mud, several other archers shot quickly. The sharp clusters of arrows accurately smashed the tendons of his hands and hind hooves, leaving the head of the powerful clan paralyzed in the ruins and unable to move. .

"The mission is complete, the warchief said he wants to take the living back. He wants to ask clearly why Brada has to betrayed again..."

A black fang breathed a sigh of relief, but Sigrit covered his mouth before he could say anything.

"No, everyone has heard the answer."

The black lord said lightly, that the immature horse that used to rely on Painhurs to allow the clan to continue has now emerged as a beautiful beauty, with thousands of stars shining in his beautiful eyes.

"Breda is indeed thinking about us. He has not betrayed the cents, only the tribes. If we say that, the warchief is really possible and has forgiven his life. However, he has betrayed our master. Twice, no one can guarantee that he will betray a third time. I can't allow it. He still has any chance of surviving."

Sigrit paced slowly to the side of the Lord of Hoarfrost. She lifted her front hoof slightly, stepped down sharply, and directly broke Breda's neck.

"Report to the warchief, the black fangs barely killed the Lord of Hoarfrost at the cost of killing two people and seriously wounding eight people. The battle was too fierce, and we couldn't keep our hands."

"Your will!"

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The next day, there was a sorrowful atmosphere in the tribal barracks: the Lord of Hoarfrost, among the ten chieftains, second only to Painhes, was killed by the hand of the elves! He counted arrows in his body, and his neck was cracked by the wizard with a warhammer! When spotted by the scout, the blood all over his body had turned into a dark red face.

Centaur cut his cheeks with a knife and replaced tears with blood, expressing his sorrow. His body was put in a coffin full of flowers, ready to be brought back to the grassland for burial. In the midst of sorrow, Painhurs furiously ordered that the Eastern Goths of Gredinian and Teflin of the Caucasus act immediately!

In this huge war, the Eastern Goths and Teflin didn’t looted much money. Under the command of the warchief, they rode in a vast fleet of druids and orcs. Under the cover of the flying dragon, it crossed the Marmara Sea from the Black Sea and forced it all the way into the Aegean Sea. It landed on the beaches around the city of Athens, and began to looting in the land where the high elves were rising, turning everything they could see into flying. gray.

This raid took only half a month. The combined forces of Ostrogoths and Teflin hardly encountered any obstacles. They easily broke through ancient cities such as Athens and Corinth, and even shut the troops back from the hot springs to aid. Blocked on the plains and annihilated directly, the whole of Greece was fluttered with a cyan dragon flag, and all of them resounded with tragic wailing.

Under this horrible offensive, the regent, who had lost all his cards, sighed and accepted the terms of the Centaur with humiliation: they no longer fortified along the southern bank of the Danube, and compensated the Centaur with 2 million Suders gold coins as war funds. And in the autumn harvest season each year, an extra 100,000 gold coins are paid as a proof of the friendship between the two countries, and the two sides live together in peace and conduct friendly trade until the end of the world.

This huge war, which lasted for nearly four months, came to an end.

He got everything he wanted, and completely wiped out the last threatening warchief, and returned to the Terror Fort with the tribe that was overwhelmed. Not to mention these indemnities, the gold and silver treasures they looted in Dardanya, Thrace, and Greece are simply an astronomical number! The lost soldiers are nothing compared to these gold and silver treasures.

Next, his own enemy was the only one left in the Western Roman Empire.

As for the White Frost clan, Breda’s wife and children all died in the hands of the elves more than a decade ago. Now his only heir is a half-a-horse and half-cat hybrid, and the two are not married, just simple lover. No one recognizes that mixed-race rulership. So, according to the ancient precepts of sagittarius, the strongest is king?

Just kidding, is there anyone who is stronger by Painhurs? The few remaining Hoarfrost officers thought for a while, and simply changed their careers, all of which were merged into the banner of Bloodfury.

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