Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The news that the two chiefs were about to "communication" swept across the arena like a violent wind, and there were a large number of people who wanted to see the excitement. Accompanied by the noisy hoof sound, scrambled to gather. Some people and horse vendors running around took the opportunity to sell special foods that ghosts know where they looted and traded—wait, that green thing, is it a watermelon?

"The Howling Chief, who comes and goes like a ghost, fights against the Bloodfury Chief who took the lead in taking the human fortress! Come, come, bet! For every two silver coins you pay, you can earn an extra silver coin!" The guys of the Jinlu clan also squeezed into the center of the arena with several horses full of items. They used arcane tricks to create some seals with patterns, dipped in the blood of cows and sheep, and printed them in neatly cut pieces. On leather.

Painhurs glanced at it, and the stamp was engraved with the names of the two chiefs of the wooden clan, and beside it was decorated with a lot of fancy and beautiful patterns to prevent others from cheating. Every two silver coins can be exchanged for a cut lambskin. After the battle is over, the person who wins the bet can use these original bills to exchange more coins.

Those sheepskins are extremely dull, rough, and unusually old in appearance, and the imprints are still blood... It seems that the people of the Jinlu clan are very profitable. After the leather is recovered, it can be printed by washing it with water. Add the names of other people, and then use them.

Under the fierce gaze of hundreds of centaurs and horses, the two centaurs slowly stepped onto the battlefield. Christina had already anticipated the battle and prepared a whole bag of crossbow bolts without iron arrow clusters in advance. Pick up a wooden giant sword dedicated to martial arts. And Med, holding two long slender knives, pulled out a pair of beautiful sword flowers in his hands.

Accompanied by the sound of a high-pitched and stern horn, strands of terrifying scarlet smoke slowly ooze out of the Howling Chief. The thin and illusory lavender body envelops her six limbs and hundreds of skeletons in a shocking mass. In the mist of blood.

"Furious as soon as the fight starts? She is a melee spellcaster just like Painhurs?" Christina raised her eyebrows, thinking in surprise.

The densely dense bloodshots immediately covered her scarlet pupils, which were as bright as rubies, and her white skin that could be broken by a bomb. In a flash, she turned into a coquettish rouge face, and a bunch of scarlet smoke that was also shocking came from her body. Inside, every pore spreads out, gathering, condensing, circling, and flying into a cloud of **** smoke!

Seeing that the opponent had turned into a violent state as expected, Med’s thin mouth, like a blade, raised a nice arc, and the four snow-blue horseshoes instantly turned into a whirling gust of wind, lifting her to a high level. The sky is only in place, leaving a cloud of **** mist?

"Hahaha! Get fooled! Chief Christina! It wasn't the **** steam produced by violent raging at all, but a mass of red dye engulfed in the storm! How about, I imitated it, right? Hahaha!"

The snow green centaur hovering high in the sky gave out a triumphant laugh. "Next, as long as you wait until your violent raging is over and you enter a state of exhaustion, you can easily win this battle!"

"Wow!!!"

Christina didn't reply, she backhanded out a heavy crossbow that had been wound up, and shot a heavy and heavy wooden stick against the half-elemental creature flying in the sky, which slammed into Maide firmly. On the opponent's white skin, accompanied by a burst of crisp cracking sound, he struck a thick bruise on his left shoulder.

"Cross-shaped bow? This ghost is so fast!" Mead muttered to himself while clutching his injured left shoulder, turning into a whirlwind horseshoe, quickly climbing the flying height, trying to rush out of that strange weapon The range of fire. Even the strongest man and horse can only sustain this violent state for about sixty seconds. As long as he lasts until that time, he can easily defeat the fatigued Chief Christina!

"Shhh—"

Seeing the shameless behavior of Chief Wind Howl as always, the onlookers who ate the melons tasted the "special food from Africa" ​​of the Greymane clan and drank dissatisfiedly. But Mead, who was floating in the air, not only was not ashamed, but laughed wildly and did a few difficult moves, avoiding the heavy crossbow arrows that came from howling.

"Calm down, calm down." Christina in a violent state tried to maintain her sanity. The opponent's main business is a warlock. From start to finish, he didn't cast any long-range spells. He could fly, but he didn't carry long-range attack weapons such as bows and arrows. This shows that her flight status has quite a few limitations, and the duration may be shorter than violent!

Sure enough, after a minute, Mead frowned and landed on the arena uncomfortably. The four crazily spinning storms turned into snow-blue slender horseshoes again. However, Christina's violent state is still not over!

"61, 62, 63..." Chief Wind Howl frowned, uncomfortably counting the time the other party remained violent. At the same time, he drew out two slender wooden swords, and overlapped them into a cross-shaped outfit on the flat chest, barely blocking the opponent's heavy sword slash.

"boom!!!"

Damn it, this blood-stained compatriot may be second only to the muscle idiot of the Stormpike clan!

"100, 101, 1... Damn! Why isn't your violent end over!!!" Mead reluctantly blocked every powerful and heavy attack from the opponent, with terrifying force, following the wooden weapons, Her mouth was numb and her arms were sore. The pace under the hooves became more and more chaotic.

"I also want to ask you why you can fly!" Christina skillfully waved the giant sword in her hand, and maximized the length of the weapon. With her violent power of terror, she completely suppressed the use of two short knives. A dexterous enemy.

Suddenly, the rouge horse wielded the huge sword and gently raised it. Immediately afterwards, the wooden weapon located high in the sky was slashed down fiercely! Wiping the skin of Chief Wind Howling that can be broken by bullets, on the wooden floor, a dense and terrifying crack like a spider web was smashed!

"I remember, the **** rage of the legendary death Fang Xiu is actually true!" Chief Wind Howl endured the fiery pain on his cheek, and his whole person turned into a huge tornado whirlwind! The violent lavender air current even rolled up nearby peels, garbage, and even a few sheepskins printed with complicated patterns, causing some screams from the audience. Christina, who was caught in the airflow, found it extremely difficult to move a finger! If it weren't for the inherent terrifying quality of the centaur, she might have been drawn into the high sky by the air current!

"call--"

With the strong wind, Mead, who reluctantly pushed the rouge horse towards the end of the arena, returned to the form of a man and horse on the other side of the arena. In a short period of time, after several elementalizations, she was already wet with sweat and panting. Pulling out a few black hairs from the backpack, he quickly chanted complex and mysterious spells, making his slender and tall body more illusory and ethereal. Behind him, there was even a faint shadow of a black cat.

Christina hurriedly shook her horse's hoof and charged forward, trying to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting. Chimera's two huge fleshy wings, which were used as cloaks, were raised high by the wind and hunted in the air. The three skulls of sheep, tigers, and dragons are all over the holes, and the evil skulls of white bones, after being blown by the strong wind, are even more like screaming, making a creepy whistling sound! The several horses and horses standing directly opposite the Bloodfury Chief were scared and almost fainted-what kind of people in front of them are compatriots in dragon skins, they are clearly a huge and terrifying flying monster! ! !

However, it was too late, and the two thin wooden short knives in the hands of Chief Wind Howl had shining with a blue arcane splendor! At the moment when the three wooden weapons were clashing, a terrible red steam was really burning on Mead's body! The blue arc in the pupil has also turned into a scarlet and dazzling blood!

The violent state of the barbarian!

"I can only maintain this state for forty-eight seconds. I must win the battle in a short time!"