Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Under the stunned gaze of a crowd of elves, the troll called "cannonball" by the orcs. Like a huge, ugly, flesh and blood meteor, roaring across the dark and cold night, with a series of sharper and louder laughter, it hit the simple wooden wall with one head!

The terrifying impact, the countless wood fibers that shook, made an unknown tearing sound one after another. The crossbowmen on the city wall were also shaken by the violent shock wave. There was an unlucky ghost standing by the wall, and even with a series of screams that drifted away, he fell heavily. At the southern end of the city wall, he broke his neck.

"Roar!!"

The troll waved two iron-gray slender arms, and buckled himself out of the troll-shaped wall recess. Eight sturdy fingers grasped the wooden battlements, and squeezed their huge heads over the high walls—then it saw two half-elves wearing riveted chain mail and crimson cloaks on their backs. With the weird cross-shaped weapon in his hand, he pointed it firmly at his head.

"Puff!"

The heavy-armored crossbowmen did not hesitate to squeeze the trigger in their hands, causing two heavy steel crossbow arrows to be nailed to the eyes of the troll. The dirty and sticky blood fountain accompanied the troll. The terrible roar of miserable pain, splattered everywhere, covered with the sacred blood cloak of the Legionnaire.

Several Eastern Gothic soldiers, also riding on the other side because of the shells, lost their vision at the moment, retracted the longbow in their hands, rounded the sharp iron axe pinned to the waist, and slammed it on the troll's fingers!

The terrifying iron-gray monster let out a second painful cry, with three incredibly sticky and profane arcs of blood, fell heavily down the city wall, making a loud "bang", and smashed a lot. Rows of wooden horses placed in the corner. At the same time, those sharp, slender wooden thorns also pierced his huge dirty and stinking body, with a few wooden thorns, and even pierced his ugly head.

However, before the soldiers cheered and celebrated, the fatally traumatized troll actually got up again, and nonchalantly pulled out countless sturdy wooden thorns that penetrated his chest and head—those **** scars that were scary. The speed that is visible to the naked eye, quickly restores regeneration!

Three pale bone spurs were the first to drill through the fracture of his finger. Numerous tender granules followed closely on them, squirming their plump and bloated bodies, like vines entwined around the bone spurs, forming the shape of fingertips, and then secreted one. Layers of foul-smelling hard decay, rebuild its hard iron-gray skin!

"Are you two idiots recruits! Only flames and strong acid can kill a troll!" Looking at the troll's regenerating body, a high elf mage walked to the wall in anger and waved his left hand out of thin air. Lift the animal grease stored by the soldiers on the city wall, and dump the golden viscous liquid inside on the troll's constantly healing body.

At the same time, the index finger of the mage's right hand, accompanied by a long series of prosperous and complex mysterious spells, became hot and red. The high elves aimed at the group of healing hideous flesh and blood under the city wall. The nearby air suddenly became extremely hot. Two small **** of flaming flames were flying around the slender and white fingertips of the high elves, flying, burning, laughing wildly and opening a pair of fierce flames. , Let two horror rays burning with scarlet flames spray out from the inside of the small ball, and hit the troll's healed body fiercely!

"Roar-"

The poor shell with flesh and blood roasted in flames and burnt into a charred and carbonized appearance gave out a miserable roar. However, what awaited him was the concentrated fire attack of seven spellcasters. In front of the overwhelming ruthless flames, the troll's sturdy and huge body was also extremely small.

"No! My cannonball! You pay!"

The orc chief waved the giant axe in his hand in anger. The winch of blasting garbage was also full for the second time with the efforts of the two green skins. This time, they put a bomb carrier made of a huge turtle shell on the bottom of the wooden stake. The boys happily brought three bags full of round heads, and inside the tortoise shell, piled up a hideous and terrifying skull hill.

Some of these deadly heads are still bloody, and some have become bones. The species is also extremely rich, there are goblins, cats, and even some human heads-God knows they belonged to centaurs or Ostrogoths.

"Let me lead you to create the biggest WAAAGH!!!"

The orc chief released the winch with a look of hatred, and the huge wooden stake once again made a sound of earth-shaking thunder, and returned to the vertical position for the second time, shaking off more insignificant parts—this time, the drow barely managed to See its catapult shape.

Feelings, your four-meter-high catapult is mostly extra decorations!

The bombing of the city, like a shotgun, exploded a dense head that could cover the sky and the sun. Hundreds of miserable skulls dragging long bloodstains like meteor showers. The smashes were everywhere, they opened a pair of deadly, godless eyes, looking straight at the things in front of them. Some even turned into a puddle of **** and miserable mud at the moment they landed, with red blood mixed with yellow brains splattered everywhere.

In this terrible situation, even the well-trained Roman soldiers were frightened to a certain extent in this skull rain, let alone the Eastern Goths on the side!

"WAAAGH!!!"

While the opponent was deterred by the torrential rain of skulls that covered the sky, more than two hundred orc boys dressed in chain mail, wielding a long-handled machete physically extended with wooden sticks and ropes, and painted red all over. , Riding on a huge ball that seemed to have two legs, blew a **** storm on the battlefield! Those long-legged red balls, at an unbelievably terrifying speed, rushed to the bottom of the fortress wall in an instant, opening them almost as large as their bodies, with their big mouth full of sharp fangs, biting and swallowing the wood in front of them. City wall.

More than a thousand orc infantry, wearing only a layer of warm fur, also wielding axe and wooden shield in their hands, followed closely behind the Skug Cavalry, and enthusiastically killed the wooden walls of the fortress of Visimiris, just like A dark green wave of terror! Under their feet, there were thousands of long-legged red **** one size smaller. Although not as huge as the cavalry's crotch, the number is very exaggerated, even surpassing the orcs!

"Bowmen! Attack the infantry! Leave the cavalry painted in red!" General Quintuchus, who was in charge of coordinating the entire expedition, gave the order without hesitation. The human coalition forces that had slowed down, immediately responded to the green tide mixed with dense red dots, and returned color. Accompanied by the deafening sound of the tremors, the feathers that cover the sky and the sun are like a downpour, densely nailed to the shields and bodies of the orcs, splashing countless tragic and moving blood sprays!

As long as they don't hit the legs and the vital points, those brutal and terrifying, WAAAGH savage green skins on the mouth will hum at best, completely ignoring the bow and arrow blows of the Eastern Goths, and continue to charge forward.

However, if they were shot by the Roman legion with a heavy and heavy crossbow, let alone rushing forward, the whole person would be knocked to the ground by the huge impact, and then, by hundreds of colleagues behind them. , Trampled into a pool of green fleshy mud.

In the end, after dropping hundreds of tragic remains shot into hedgehogs, the orcs were bathed in the Eastern Roman-Eastern Gothic coalition forces, and the terrifying arrow rain that was enough to cover the sky hit the bottom of the city wall. The sharp thorns in the corner were slashed frantically to stop the horse. Little Sigug, like a hamster with teeth, feasted on the wooden stick in front of him. At the same time, the heavy wooden gate was also bitten by the red meat **** with the mouth as big as the body, and a big hole for people to pass through was bitten alive!

"Ready to fight!" Oudepius raised the bright and dazzling scarlet eagle flag in his hand, letting the scarlet sacred flag hunt in the cold north wind. The fortress wall was three meters wide, and the narrow corridor only allowed four horses to pass side by side. As a result, the Romans relied on the city wall at the exit of the wide corridor to form an impenetrable semicircle. Any orc who rushes through the narrow passage to the inside of the fortress must face the three sides of the Urpius Victory Legion, the left and the right sides!

The two bards in the Hundred Squadron also played the ring-shaped bronze bugle, beat the leather snare drum tied to the waist, and accompanied by the high-pitched and fierce accompaniment sound, the two men holding the eagle flag and the eagle emblem. The bard, sing loudly here too!

"In the old days, greedy wolves gave birth to twins. They grew up to avenge their father, and Rome came out of the seven mountains.

In troubled times, the Latin Association is allied. The enemy and our widows fight **** battles, and thousands of corpses are the overlord! "

Under the impassioned battle hymn of the bard telling the history of Rome, the legionaries exploded with 200% enthusiasm. The soldiers in the front row stood side by side, using steel and flesh and blood to form rows of extremely strong blood-colored shield walls. A slender and sharp steel spear with a wooden handle, like a dense jungle, extending from the inside of the shield wall. The soldiers in the back row pulled out a 1.6-meter-long heavy javelin from their backs and threw them at the blood-painted Skug Cavalry!

"Punic, the elves have invaded the country. The legendary enemy Hannibal roared like thunder.

Citizens, win food and follow. Raise your arms and call for tens of thousands of people to follow, fiercely fighting Zama Hui Jingtu!

Carthage is all salty. Plunder, kill, triumph, conquer, expand this life, expand the territory! "

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"

The greenskins who rushed into the narrow corridor, amidst the increasingly loud and excited singing of the bard, looked desperately in front of them like migratory locusts, a series of screaming and screaming steel raindrops, instantly shot into blood and blood. sieve!

At close range, the strength of these javelins is more terrifying than heavy crossbows. Some of the green skins that were pierced and torn by five or six javelins at the same time were directly lifted out by the impact and hit the compatriots behind! Triggered a series of collision accidents.

Upon seeing this, the Roman soldiers immediately fired a second round of javelin rain against the chaotic army! The sharp tip of the gun, like a rotten weapon, destroys the fragile flesh of the orcs and Skug, piercing through their filthy and burly bodies one after another hideous blood-colored holes!

The two sides have not yet touched, and the narrow corridor is covered with green skin and wolves, and the miserable corpses torn by steel!

"The Legion seeks military exploits, rowing a wooden boat across to the east. Stepping into Athens to look at the crescent moon, the blood-colored eagle flag is planted throughout the elf country.

The Mediterranean Sea eventually became the inner lake of the Republic. The slaves squatted on the ground, all trembling, looking around the wild and rare rivals! "

The loud singing voices of the banner officer and the eagle emblem hand, which are rich in magical power, haunted the entire **** battlefield. Finally, a few Skugs roared and rushed out of the corridor. One head plunged into the dense spear jungle, blood, like a terrifying scarlet waterfall, gurgled out from its round body. The cavalry wielded the slender machete tied to the wooden stick, and in vain hit the scarlet shield wall lined by Roman soldiers.

At the moment, on both sides of the exit