Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Bring more javelins! Hurry!!"

Two huge scarred ogres, sitting on the ground with one butt, trying to huddle their huge body behind a narrow wall to avoid the horrific long-range strikes of the barbarians—a few spellcasters and archers stationed in front Tower. With the help of long and narrow alleys, four ogres and countless weak goblins were eliminated in succession.

The big fireball of the washbasin smashed on the hideous faces of the compatriots one after another, bursting out hundreds of blazing meteors to the extreme, and fiery fires splashed all over the narrow lanes. The furs and clothing of countless monsters were ignited by the ferocious flames. It was burnt alive into a pitch-black coke.

"Huge ally! Javelin! Javelin!"

Under the dense rain of arrows, the goblins pushed the carts, and under the desperate gaze of the Gothic archers, they brought more than a dozen logs with sharpened tips. The two ogres looked at each other, grabbed a corpse with their left hand to block the vitals of the throat and chest, and grabbed a thick log with the right hand to face the arrow rain. Once again, he threw it at the crumbling and broken tower!

"Boom! Boom!"

Two huge logs drew an elegant arc in the air, tearing through the cold night sky, one after another, hitting the spire's riddled wall. After being hit by terror twice in a row, the tall wooden tower was squeaking and leaning toward the south, slowly tearing the supporting wooden beam that had been smashed by the ogre, with countless panic attacks. Screaming in despair, they leaned, collapsed, and fell to the ground together, raising a large amount of dust!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ogres and goblins immediately rushed out of the bunker, trampled on the corpses of their compatriots that had already turned into coke, and swaggered toward the south!

But at this time, a group of elite fighters completely different from ordinary soldiers suddenly appeared in front of the monsters.

They wear cast iron horn helmets. Wearing heavy scale armor, he tied his neck with a linen cloak that was as blue as the sea. A delicate and small wooden round shield is tied to his left arm to free his hands and hold a six-meter long gun. A hundred spear guards are well-trained and lined up in a neat array of super long spears. One hundred six-meter long spears are densely overlapped, like a dense and orderly steel jungle, instantly piercing countless holes of blood in the huge body of the ogre!

Endless scarlet blood, making the sound of gurgling streams, slowly dripped to the ground along the ogre's huge and fat filthy flesh.

Ultra-long gun soldiers can rely on the length of their weapons to form an advantage of fighting more and less. Inside the narrow lanes, only two ogres or eight or nine soldiers can stand side by side at the same time. However, there are five rows of more than forty soldiers who can wield the super long spears in their hands at the same time, and cooperate with the teammates in the front row to stab the body of the ogre together!

The monsters' efforts just turned into illusory bubbles in an instant. Pike guards known as invincible frontal. Stepping on the battered ogre corpse, holding a five-meter long spear, invincible in the roadway where there is no need to worry about the danger on the two wings! They pierced the embarrassed bodies of the monsters who fled, stepped on the blood that was enough to drown their ankles, and pushed the front back to the north again.

Then...the guard of the spear saw two ogre wizards all covered in light blue.

The two sturdy pale blue arms are condensed with two creepy frost energy, the blue fat guys gently push the fat hands forward, two violent violent winds of anger. Entrapped in dense snow, screaming, crashing, screaming and rushing forward! As if the two games were superimposed, the avalanche of death that covered the sky and the sun rushed into the narrow lanes, and instantly flooded the guards with spears.

When the ice and snow dissipated, the exposed faces and hands of more than a hundred guards had already become as pale and stiff as ice and snow. The severe low temperature deprived them of most of the heat, and some people even passed out in shock during the bitter cold and terrifying frostbite.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!!"

Chief Goluk wielded a fierce mace and commanded his army to crush the cold, stiff bones of the Ostrogoths. Push forward again. The mace consisted of a wooden handle one meter long and a round ball full of spikes. In the eyes of ordinary humans, it is a huge two-handed weapon. In the eyes of the ten-foot-tall ogre wizard, this thing is more like a hideous and evil baton.

Hell, this street is between humans and monsters. After repeatedly changing hands, the pile of horrible corpses piled up on both sides has completely blocked the road!

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"King Visilius!" Just when the small half of the city was reduced to a **** and cruel battlefield, when countless broken corpses were piled up on the city streets, Horus mixed among the soldiers and strode to the King of Ostrogoth.

"The battle ahead is at a disadvantage! Please consider my proposal a few days ago to release my brothers and sisters! Right now, only they have enough combat power to help you through this crisis!"

"But they are viruses and plagues!" Visilius shook his head firmly. "The infectiousness of the animalized virus is too terrible! And once they are angered, these monsters will turn into beasts with no trace of reason! The animalized people who can maintain their own will like you are too rare!"

"So, do you think that these rare soldiers in front of you can protect the safety of this city under the hands of the ogres? Even if we win

So what? Nearly one-third of Gredinian’s village was completely destroyed by monsters! You want to be here again, leaving your father's elite spear guards behind and consume them in a meaningless battle? !

So, why do you want to revive the Eastern Gothic kingdom? Do you really want to be curled up in the city, just a corner? ! Sit back and watch the fertile land that the people, horses, orcs, and goblins in the north have ravaged me and my father with so much effort and effort? "

In the end, Horus completely gave up his honorific title to the king. He slowly straightened his massive body. A pair of bloodshot horror pupils, looking directly at his brother's deep blue eyes like the sea in anger. And the other party looked at himself without fear.

"Could it be that in your heart, imprisoning my brothers and sisters is more important than saving your suffering people under the monsters? Could it be that when you crowned the king, all the promises you made were farts?! The kingdom smashed down by your father is declining in your hands! If his old man could see all this, how do you think he would choose!!"

silence! There was a long silence.

"Horus! I want you to assure me!" Visilius took a deep breath. The strong right hand grabbed the Cangqing Wolf King by the collar and forced him to look at his bloodshot blue eyes. "You can control the animalized monsters under your hand! Don't hurt my people! Don't spread the **** animalized plague!!"

Horus stared into the eyes of the king, and a smile of relief appeared on the handsome and burly head. He opened his mouth and said solemnly: "I swear, brother."

"Very good! Others! Go and support the front line! Escort the civilians to a safe place! The two of us will be back soon!"

Vichymiris sighed. Horus' army of lycanthropes was sealed in prison by the previous king himself. Father only told himself the way to unlock the shackles. If there is a glimmer of hope, he is unwilling to liberate the group of people who can infect ordinary people into beastized lunatics of the same kind as long as they lightly scratch others!

While those people are brave and good at fighting, they are also bloodthirsty monsters.

But again, just like the promise he made when he was crowned king. Vihimiris will protect his people at all costs.

"That's right! Go to The Hague Tavern! I took some fighters and evacuated a large number of civilians there, letting them hide in the wine cellar for refuge!" Horus seemed to remember something, and turned to the spear guards indifferently. Speaking of. "You get them back first."

"Yes! General Horus!"