Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Dacia Province·Fort of Terror

"Heniwell? Heniwell!"

The warchief rushed into the dark elf's house, and what came to him was an extremely fragrant scene. The elf maid of the Deep Dragon Warlock's house was stripped naked and hung naked from the beam of the room. With a carving knife and various ghosts knowing whether to call a tool or a torture device, Herniwell was engraved with a picture of blood on her smooth back—it looked like a self-portrait of herself.

"what's happenin?"

The drow took a deep breath and hurriedly closed the knife, fearing that his perfect painting might show some flaws under the interference of others.

"I want to ask you a question."

Painhurs said slowly, considering his own words.

"Ah, five months ago, I went to Alexandria. The meals in the Zall Tavern were all aphrodisiac, and you know-it was really a good night, but now That girl actually said that she was pregnant? Calculate the time, if the other party is in accordance with the growth cycle of a man and horse, she may have given birth by now."

Seeing the smirk on the drow's beautiful face, Painhurs couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"I want to ask, what exactly is the aphrodisiac of your Zall family? Look. We have been together for more than 20 years, but this has never happened before. Why is there a single hit?"

"You went to some high-end hotel, right."

Hennival gave a playful expression.

"If you pay enough for the room, they will indeed add some food to the magic potion. The potion may be the seed of blessing or the seed of the devil. These magic arts are rare, and they are the pink of bliss. The book. The effect is nothing: it is bound to be pregnant."

"There is this kind of magic????"

"Yes it is."

Herniwell stretched lazily. Divine arts are like arcane arts. There is no end to how you explore and study. The more mortals study magic, the more they will experience their own insignificance, but This magic is only known to the dark elves, and even the Romans have not been able to steal our secrets.

"Then why don't you tell Sabina that the girl wants to be pregnant with a centaur, to stabilize the relationship between the elves and the centaur, is crazy."

Painhurs mentioned casually. But my mind has already begun to plan the second dozen of Constantinople.

"Because it's fun."

Herniwell said innocently.

"Watching her exhausted every time I play with you, she is very happy, but she insists on pretending that I am sacrificing myself for the race, I can't help but want to laugh."

"Forget it, you continue to play, I have some important things to deal with."

The warchief hurriedly left the house of the dark elf, and went to the secret basement built underneath his home. The basement was built extremely hidden. The only people who knew its location were the Painhurs family of three and the six. It's just a female slave. The pale horse used the dissociation technique to dig out a large enough area under the ground. The bottom, walls, and ceiling were cast with steel, fixed and indestructible.

Painhurs quietly lifted the magic alarms and mechanisms he had set up, walked a hundred feet long, declining dark ladder, and finally arrived at his secret base. It is extremely dark here, without any light. However, relying on the dark vision of the centaurs and horses that day, the warchief can still move freely in this invisible darkness.

This laboratory is not too small. It is twelve meters long, three meters wide and three meters high. It is surrounded by various gruesome experimental equipment. In the center of the room, there are four extremely large petri dishes full of green mucus. The blood is full of choking nose.

In the first petri dish, there was a tender meat with an extremely strange shape and seven granulation shoots.

In the second petri dish, the piece of meat had grown and looked a lot. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a half-human half-horse curled up into a ball of embryo shape.

In the third petri dish, there is no need to watch carefully. The piece of meat has fully grown into the appearance of a horse and horse, with a superb body, pale hair, slender four hooves, and handsome face. It is Peinhe. The appearance of Si when he was a child. It's just too immature, only the size of an ordinary pony.

And the meat in the fourth petri dish is exactly the same as the pale horse. On the tall and powerful body, the strong muscles are connected in perfect arcs, just like a mirror.

The only difference is that these four pieces of meat do not have any soul, just a bunch of living pieces of meat.

"It's been eight months. I finally cultivated my first clone. It's been a long time. In the future, as long as the other party doesn't have the means of soul confinement, I will be dead, and I will be able to resurrect in my own basement, ha The Phoenix Project has declared success."

The Pale Warlock said with satisfaction.

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Three days after the tribal army returned to the army, Painhurs once again mobilized his destroying army. The exhausted soldiers were unknown. Therefore, an elite cavalry composed of 10,000 men and horses was mobilized within an hour. . Started to attack Constantinople at full speed, and more troops are being replenished with arrows and grain by the logistics personnel. It is expected that the second ten thousand households will be able to go out of the city to fight within three days and cross the Danube River in three days. Force the heart of the empire.

"Are you crazy? In these four months of battle, we have emptied half of the food stored in Fort Terror! The last time we attacked East Rome, it also took a month of preparation and planning. You have to let these ten thousand horses enter immediately. Within the empire?! What a joke!!!"

In this chaos, the Lord of Withered Bones hurried over and pressed Painhurs's arm in command of the army.

"You are asking our people to die!"

"I have my own considerations, everything I do is successful, brother! Look, the Eastern Roman Empire has been maimed by us, and there is no way to fight back! The armies of other clans are still staying in the Terror Fort, not scattered. Open, let them prepare immediately, and once they get my order, they will cross the Danube immediately! The spearhead is directed at Constantinople!!!"

Painhurs eased his tone.

"I don't have time to explain. I will tell you the specific content later. Don't worry, my friend, this invasion will basically not cause any war. It is a deterrent for a long journey."

"but--"

Abhors wanted to persuade something. The warchief had already left his side. He didn't even bring Ning and Magnus. A teleportation technique spanned thousands of kilometers and reached Constantinople single-handedly. That magnificent Under the city wall!

"What the hell?"

Seeing that there was a gap in space outside the walls of Constantinople, the defenders on the walls immediately bent their bows and set up arrows, and rows of sharp arrows pointed directly at the location of the transmission. However, when they saw a man and horse walking out of the space door, they immediately broke their guts. A large number of elves trembled and sat on the ground with fright. The backs of others were also wet with cold sweat. His hands trembled like sifting chaff, and he couldn't even hold the bow and arrow in his hand!

"Man and horse! Enemy!"

"Hiss——Wearing mythril chain mail, it's Painhurs! Painhurs is here!!!"

"Pull the alarm! Pull the alarm!"

The pale horse had just walked out of the gap in space, and the First Central Field Army was immediately shocked. A large number of soldiers stationed on the city wall were frightened and frightened. They didn't even notice that the warchief came alone, and the trembling soldiers were pissing. He ran to the arrow tower, trembling hands, and grabbed the rope of the alarm several times. After a long period of time, the sound of the shocking alarm bell rang back and forth throughout Constantinople.

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Cloning

Necromancer

Level: Warlock/Mage 8

Spell components: speech, posture, materials, equipment

Casting time: 10 minutes

Distance: 0 feet

Effect: a clone

Duration: Immediately

Exemption check: None

Spell resistance: No

This spell creates an inanimate copy of a creature. If the original creature is killed, his soul will immediately be transferred to its own copy and start to move again (if the soul is free and willing to return). The original wreckage still exists, but loses its vitality, and can no longer be used to receive souls. If the original body has reached the end of life and died (that is, natural death), then the duplicate will have no effect.

When making a replica, you must remove at least 1 cubic inch of meat from its living body (hair, nails, scales, etc. are not acceptable). This piece of meat may not have been just removed, but it must be preserved. After casting the spell, the replica must be kept in the laboratory and cultured for 2d4 months.

When the copy is completed, if the original body has died, the soul will immediately enter the copy. The duplicate is physically the same as the original body, and has the same memory and personality as the original body. In other respects, the process of cloning is similar to the original body being resurrected from death, including losing one level or losing 2 points of constitution (if the original body is a level 1 character). If the Constitution drops to 0 due to this adjustment, the spell will fail. If the level of the original body drops after the meat sample is taken, and the level at the time of death is lower than the level when the copy was made, then the level of the copy will be one level lower than the level of the body at the time of death.

This spell can only replicate the body and mind of creatures, excluding equipment.

When the original body is still alive, or when the soul cannot return, the duplicate will grow, but this body will only become a body without a soul, and it will rot if it is not properly preserved.

Material composition: 1 piece of meat and laboratory incubator (worth 1000 gold coins).

Equipment: special laboratory equipment (worth 500 gold coins).