Augustus Under the Horseshoe

It's like Manclaw trying to catch a few horses alive, forcing them to stop fighting. Pain Hess also took out the spare bowstring made of animal veins from the animal skin wrapper around his waist, and tied the bear goblin hands tightly behind him.

Wait, he seems to be spitting sulfuric acid.

Thinking of this, the pale white horse shrugged helplessly and drew out the Roman dagger from his waist. Three long strips were cut out on the opponent's fur coat to keep out the cold. He first kneaded one of the animal skins into a ball, and squeezed it into the opponent's stinking big mouth, ensuring that the oral space was tightly stuffed with the animal skins, and his jaw and tongue could not move. Only then did he feel relieved to use the second group of animal skins to wrap his mouth tightly, and firmly tied the knot on the back of his head.

"Well-I shouldn't be able to vomit it out like this." Penhurs used a third animal skin to simply bandage the penetrating injury on his left palm. With his right hand, he picked up the unconscious black dragonborn as a shield made of flesh and blood. He was in front of him. Striding to the battlefield with loud killing noise, facing more than 100 **** bear goblins, raised the comatose body of Savage Claw!

"Listen to the person opposite! Your people are in my hands... Huh?" Before the pale white horse said, only the bear goblin on the opposite side showed an unbelievable shocked look, ferocious and bloodthirsty. The pupils shrank instantly to the size of the tip of a needle, as if he had seen a ghost, exuding a panic gaze of incomparable horror.

The bear goblins, who had been crushed and beaten by men and horses, suddenly saw their morale plummet when they saw the leader being captured. In fear and trembling, he was flying all over the sky again, and dense flint and sharp arrows stabbed the huge body in animal skins. The bloodthirsty and fearless wielding a giant axe in both hands took the opportunity to round out the sharp axe in his hand! Every time they waved the terrifying giant axe in their hands, they could cause one or two furry stumps to sever their arms. Accompanied by the enchanting and stern blood-colored plum blossoms, they bloomed in the ice and snow!

"Even the most powerful Chief Barbarian Claw was defeated by the men and horses! It would be a death to fight again! Run away!" Finally, the morale of the bear goblins completely collapsed, and they hurriedly dropped their weapons and dragged them. The huge hairy body, bathed in the increasingly rampant arrow rain of centaurs and horses, dropped countless poor and **** bodies that were nailed into hedgehogs with bows, arrows and javelins, scrambled to flee to the depths of the dense forest.

"Huh-everyone is okay, how is the damage?" Looking at the bear goblin who fled the way, he escaped from the maximum range of his javelin, and once again shot two or three bear goblin Christina, but also long loose. In a sigh of relief. The **** smoke soaring to the sky slowly dissipated, and under the scarlet leather armor that was stained red with blood, the dazzling rouge skin gradually returned to a pale face that was as beautiful as suet jade. The rouge mare shook her graceful and graceful body wearily, and barely held the four trembling slender hooves.

"Seventeen herders and three fearless were killed in battle, and the rest were wounded. However, the loss of the enemy is at least four times more than ours!" A bloodthirsty and fearless man in heavy armor glanced at the corpse across the wild. On the battlefield, leaning on the giant axe in his hand, he said breathlessly. "Damn! The four herders are mentally ill! They rushed out of a safe refusal? The ambush bear goblin torn to pieces!"

"You are not allowed to insult the dead!" A mare with tears in her eyes tried to bandage the terrifying wound on the left chest of her fellow robe. "They also wanted to avenge their sister! They rushed out of the camp angrily!"

"That shouldn't be so reckless! Damn, the old ghost of Mangel has lived for more than 60 years, doesn't he know the standard ambush tactics of the bear goblin?" The fearless angry voice became a little choked and trembling. . "Big... Everyone still got together for a drink yesterday..."

"Okay, don't make any noise." Christina dragged her tired posture, using a flat, but indisputable calm voice, trying hard to hold up an invincible and powerful appearance in front of her tribe. "Painhurs! You are the fastest! Go to the ranch and call back a druid who can heal wounds! A heart has been destroyed... This kind of terrible injury is fatal even for a man and a horse of!"

"Yes." The pale white horse looked at the corpses of dozens of **** people and horses, and the scars on the girl's chest, sorrow, anger, sadness, and countless negative emotions, haunting his cold heart again.

Sad and sad for others? I haven't felt this mood for several years. He originally lived and worked in an intriguing environment, and every word of the surrounding politicians might hide a deadly conspiracy. Everyone hid their knives in a smile, face to face with a set of secrets, the appearance was gentle and elegant, but there was endless darkness in the heart.

Slowly, Painhurs became deeply disgusted and even hated towards the endless intrigue around him, and finally made a lot of money with years of savings and inborn horse racing. Live with the simple and kind-hearted cats, dogs, and horses in the sparsely populated suburbs.

However, during the two weeks of getting along, Painhurs fell in love with this primitive nomadic society from the bottom of his heart. Although they are wild and rude, fierce and combative, and a few people are even lustful and greedy, most of them are straightforward and straightforward, speaking in a simple and clear way, and never conceal their thoughts. The few who are not pleasing to the eye are also frank and honest villains.

Well, except for the gloomy and dark bard Christian.

Perhaps, many people will feel that talking to this kind of straightforward stunner is very faceless, and both parties have no step down. But for Painh

Speaking of... this kind of simple and unsophisticated, and you don't need to try to guess the thoughts of others, he is simply the heaven he has dreamed of for more than ten years!

"Is this guy Pain Hess very strong? As expected, he was the one who defeated Luga and captured this black dragonborn bear goblin alive?" A clan herder with boundless anger in his eyes, waving his spear, tried Kill the enemy in front of you, but that slender spear. However, a slender jade hand draped in horrible leather armor was tightly held in the palm of the palm, so that the sharp tip of the spear could not penetrate the throat of the barbarian claw.

"Don't forget the rules of the clan, this is Painhurs' prey and should be handled by him." Seeing the clansman's puzzled eyes, Rouge Liema explained softly. "By the way, that kid is almost three years old. Now that he has defeated such a powerful enemy with his own hands, let's use the blood and skull of this bear goblin to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for him!"