Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Christina!!!" Seeing the rouge horse collapsed weakly to the ground, Painhes' ears of roars, neighs, and waves stopped abruptly. And the sound of Rouge Liema's weakening breathing, the gradual stop of heartbeat, and the sound of blood surging, have become louder and harsher!

The scene reflected in his pupils also became extremely dim in an instant. Everything in the world seems to have lost all its colors in an instant, turning into monotonous black and white. Only the terrible blood gurgling from Christina, maintaining its vivid scarlet face, is so shocking in this monotonous world!

"Chief Hister! Do you have free spell slots to perform healing magic?" The pale white horse reluctantly came to his senses and hurriedly looked at the leader of the Corruption Clan. All the flying druids stayed on the other side of the city wall and cooperated with the orcs to attack the city. Right now, only these longscale allies can heal magical arts.

"Yes, yes!" The Corrupted Chief was also taken a big jump by this sudden assassination, swaying his slender tail, keeping his balance, and quickly ran to the two of them, waving a weird wooden sculpture. Out of thin air, a natural energy that is full of business was slowly injected into that shocking wound.

"Huh—the thick pads on the breast of this mammal saved her life. The short daggers didn’t stabbed very deeply. They couldn’t die.” I don’t know how long it has been, and there is no such kind of nurturing organ. The oviparous lizardman finally stopped the treatment and let out a long sigh of relief.

"However, my magical technique can only barely suture her wounds. If you want to heal completely, I am afraid that you will need to rest for a long time. During this period, she must not exercise vigorously! Otherwise, the wound will rupture again!"

"Great, great, really great." Looking at Christina, whose breathing was weak but slowly calming down, Painhurs wept with joy and let out a long sigh of relief. The monotonous scenery of black and white in his pupils slowly returned to its colorful and beautiful appearance. The sky-shaking battle drum, and the roar of the barbarians resounding through the sky, sounded in his ears again.

The pale white horse cares too much about the chief in front of him, and he doesn't even pay attention to the army of Eastern Goths. He has already killed him! Started a desperate fight with the Lizardmen!

Two hundred desperate warriors in heavy armor rushed to the forefront of the team. These strong barbarians who worked part-time as first-class bards sang magical songs from the Northland and waved the two-handed axe in their hands. In the disorganized formation of the lizardmen, a blood channel full of fragments and scales was torn out alive!

Eight hundred wild and bloodthirsty tribes also wielded the wooden shield and axe in their hands, like a flood that burst a bank, flooded into the blood rift split by the dying warrior, and the formation of the Corrupted Scale clan was faltered and washed away. . Four hundred conscripted spearmen also carried short spears made of steel. Coming from the wings!

And those Lizardmen, who had just experienced a desperate naval battle, were exhausted and retreated under the brave and brave offensive of the barbarians, leaving behind the tragic and **** corpses of their compatriots!

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"This is different from the plan! What did the orcs do? They brought so many human soldiers here?" The leader was severely wounded and unconscious, and an unstoppable army of barbarians appeared before him. Together, the two greatly destroyed the armored fearless. Morale, a soldier even took a step back tremblingly.

"Or, let's withdraw! There is no obstacle to the south, and the enemy can't catch up with us..."

"Shut up! You coward!" Fearless leader: Caen. He grabbed Calgro's chain armor collar, and dragged the iron armor fearlessly before his eyes. "Do you want to abandon your people? As the fearless leader, I order you to charge forward!"

"Let go! You brat! Accept the reality! We have already lost!" Karl Rog directly swung the great axe in his hand and slashed at Caen's wrist fiercely, forcing the fearless leader to retract his right hand.

"Brothers! Accept the reality! The humans sending such a huge army to the south can only show that they have achieved an overwhelming advantage over the northern wall! They even have spare capacity to send a large number of troops to the rear and concentrate on dealing with us! The coalition is over. We are defeated! Staying here is going to die in vain!"

Calgro exhausted his strength and roared hoarsely.

"But, everyone to the south is the warm and fertile Gretinian Peninsula! The water and grass in the pale white horse's mouth are luxuriant, and the promised land of Mishan for livestock! We can escape there now, and there will be a glimmer of life!"

Hearing Karl Rogge's words, more and more heavy armors were fearlessly shaken. They shook their front hoofs uncomfortably, looking at the ferocious Gothic barbarians in the north and the decaying rotten scale lizards. Looking at the fertile grassland not far from the south, the hands holding the axe trembled slightly.

Listening to the coward's pessimistic runaway argument. Painhurs' pale face showed an ironic sneer. He gently stroked the long blood-colored hair of Rouge Lima, bent down, and kissed her white forehead gently.

"Sleep at ease, Christina. I swear, when you wake up, you will see the Bloodfury clan galloping on the pastures of Crimea!"

The pale white horse slowly straightened up his tall and handsome body. Exuding a suffocating chill, he quickly walked in front of Calgro, and at the same time, holding his wrist and neck at lightning speed, two groups of blue flames representing death, Wan

If countless deadly venomous snakes are tightly wrapped around Painhurs' hands, crazily destroying the life energy of that coward!

Calgro was shocked by this sudden attack. He was holding the weapon's right wrist, tightly constrained by the pale white horse, and his pale fingers even fell into the flesh. He tried to hit the opponent's lower abdomen with his forefoot knee, but Painhurs was faster! The same raised the front hoof, and there was a fierce and unmatched knee bump against the hoof!

In despair, this shameful coward tried to break the right hand that was holding his neck tightly, only to find that the big pale hand, like the Ural Mountains, could not be shaken!

On the contrary, the moment his left hand touched Youlan Lengyan, he was deprived of life energy like his neck and right wrist! The strong muscles are shrinking, the full skin is loosening, and the firm bones are now crumbling and creaking!

"Painhurs! What are you doing! Let go of him!" Caen was shocked and angry. Even if the other party wants to escape, it won't be a dead hand!

"Caen, I am very touched by your loyalty in the critical moment. However, extraordinary means must be used in extraordinary times!" The white white horse indifferently responded to the fearless leader's accusation. He manipulated the terrifying and ruthless negative energy to destroy the deserter into an aging corpse. With a flash of cold light, he directly chopped off his head of shame that was overwhelmed by endless fear!

"Listen to me! You cowards!!!" Painhurs tore his throat and yelled with the loudest voice in his life. By the way, the deserter's head was raised high above his head to make sure that everyone who was fearless could see the miserable end of trying to escape.

"What do I see in your eyes? Disturbance! Fear! Cowardice! Normally, you claim to be the most brave fighters of the Bloodfury clan! In the sea of ​​goblins who are weaker than yourself, smash a **** path full of broken limbs and broken arms. Ah, at that time, I thought you were all fearless elites! But I was wrong! When you met a strong enemy, you showed a cowardly and shameful escape look like a slave! You are a group of cowards who are bullying and fearing hard work! !!!"

Seeing the fearless armor full of anger, fear, and anxiety, Painhurs continued to growl loudly.

"Think carefully! Don't be deceived by this deceitful deserter! Everyone's wives, children, children, cattle and sheep are all on the other side of the wall! We have bet everything about ourselves in this war! You are Want to abandon the wives and lively and lovely children you spend day and night with, and hide in enemy territory? Do you want to survive? Or join me, defeat these human beings, and use your own hands to create brilliance for your wives and children. A bright future?! Answer me!!!"

Listening to the analysis of the pale white horse, the expressions of the fearless in heavy armor slowly changed. Their steadfast eyes no longer waver, their trembling hands clenched the giant steel axe in their hands again!

Painhurs stooped and picked up Calgro's dry composite longbow, and the terrifying two-handed great axe, and lifted it high above his head. In Muzu language, I tried my best to shout.

"Compared with all the veterans who fought in the South and the North, my age is the youngest, and my qualifications are even more trivial. But I! Painhurs swears to everyone! In this war, there will never be any People, die before my eyes!

It's me, telling everyone about the promised land of Mishan!

It's me who got everyone involved in this horrible and **** war!

It will also be me, leading you to defeat human soldiers who are as weak as lambs! Alan, Nure, Christina! ! ! (Long live Christina

Inspire their inner fighting spirit with shame. With interest, awaken his determination to fight blood. With glory, let these heavily armored and fearless eyes re-burn the terrifying rage that is enough to burn the world! And in the chaos, the blood of the coward was used to frighten these monsters who only obeyed the strong, and re-established a chain of command centered on Painhurs.

More than forty heavy armored fearless people took out composite longbows with spare bowstrings, checked their two-handed battle axe, and heavy throwing guns seized from the Romans. After confirming that they were equipped, they raised their longbows and feathers one by one. Arrow issued a terrifying roar that was more wild and bloodthirsty than the Gothic barbarians!

"Alan, Nure, Painhurs!!!"