Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The splendid sunset, like a group of blazing monsters and flames, drenched the entire azure sky into a splendid scarlet face. Countless terrible bloodthirsty werewolves slowly turned back into blood-stained humans, bloodshot eyes, and endless exhaustion. Their quiver made of animal skins was already empty, and on the tattered shield, there was a blood-stained battle axe.

The soldiers grasped the precious moment of armistice. Leaning against the dilapidated battlements, fell asleep, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

These beast soldiers who have just been converted have frequently switched between humans and animals, two completely different minds in a short period of time, making their spirits more chaotic and weak. The continuous war with the Jinlu clan has greatly consumed the werewolf's physical strength.

However, it hasn't waited for them to finish repairing. At the foot of the mountain, the sound of a horn that stretches like a sea wave and is terrifying and terrifying like a nightmare once again!

New offense!

The Gothic barbarians dragged their partially wounded body, and raised the axe and shield in their hands again. In the bloodthirsty desire, the uncontrolled incarnation becomes a wolf. Facing the sunken sunset, there were bursts of ghastly bloodthirsty wolf howls.

However, the expected war did not break out. Those golden horses and horses, lying in the soft animal skin blanket, blew their horns vigorously, and there was no more sound.

When the werewolves start to rest again, the second, third, fourth...seventh time! In just one night, the Gothic barbarians changed their will and form seven times in a row in the horns of the attack, but the enemy did not launch an attack! Drag them one by one to the brink of collapse!

And when the eighth trumpet sounded in the endless night, the werewolves were fed up with the tricks of centaurs and horses, and no one wanted to leave the cold couch anymore. And just here, the sound of horseshoes, as dense as drums, rang from afar.

"It seems to be true this time." The barbarian commander immersed his entire head in a basin of cold well water, trying to rely on external stimuli to force his spirits up and command the soldiers to fight. However...the damned men and horses ran halfway up the mountain and ran back!

When the people at the foot of the mountain sounded the horn of attack for the eleventh time. Even the commander was lying on the high wall and opened his eyes lazily.

"It's now, the whole army is attacking." The descendant of God chooses to put on the full body armor made of golden wood chips and cyan vines. A snow-white owl bathed in the desolate moonlight, like a night ghost, gently rests on the golden-footed chieftain, on the magnificent antlers made of golden tree branches. Report to the owner.

"Listen, I know you are also very tired, but this war is not allowed to fail! Look at the ugly faces of other clans! They don't even want to send a soldier to support us! The golden-footed horses are descendants of the nobles of the ancient kingdom , We have the right to rule all centaurs!

Now, I will lead you to use a hearty victory to prove to the compatriots of other clans that we have an overwhelming power! Let them understand that angering the golden horses and horses will be like this fortress, and it will be wiped out in an instant! "

"AlanNure chooses the descendants of God!!"

The same exhausted golden horses, forcibly cheered up, and once again launched an unstoppable terrifying charge to the top of the mountain!

"Why do you want to provoke the relationship between the separated tribes? You rejected the reinforcements of Thunder Spear and the Wind Howl! It was you who prevented the letter for help from the messenger! It was you who intercepted and dismissed the reinforcements of the Bloodfury clan halfway. Toria! Just for your dignity and face, sacrifice so many soldiers and even delay the rise of the kingdom... Is it really worth it?"

Seeing the mighty army rushing to the steep cliff, a blue-gray crow suddenly transformed into a hideous and evil Abhuos with skin like a carrion. Standing quietly beside the descendants of God's choice.

"Of course it's worth it. This polity that imitates the Roman Republic is just a rope that temporarily binds people and races together." Chief Jinlu said lightly. "She is just a tattered rope, not an indestructible iron chain! My honorable sacrifice! I will unite all the people under one banner, and revive our fallen kingdom again. However, her leader . There can only be me! For this, I don’t hesitate to pay everything, everything."

"Well, enough nonsense! Everyone, charge!!"

The discussion is over. The descendants of God’s Choice joined the battlefield with her outfitted guards. From her side, she took out a slender golden staff. The top of the staff was carved with a vivid eagle head totem, and the pair of sharp The eagle eyes are two oval gemstones shining with azure blue light.······

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"boom!!"

A series of powerful shock waves erupted from the inside of the bronze sheep's head, like a ruin, the barbarians piled up in the tunnel, the tattered horses, and the werewolves leaning in the bunker were flying all over the sky, suddenly awakened from sleep. Gothic barbarians, trying to reorganize their formation, but in the rain of arrows that obscure the sky, and the dense spear wall, they are stabbed in flesh and blood!

The commander gathered a group of soldiers, transformed into cruel bloodthirsty werewolves again, and tried to intercept the behemoths over seven feet tall.

The homeland was ravaged indiscriminately.

And at this moment, Tolia raised the golden staff in her hands, and the two oval-shaped brilliant gems, hand in hand, exuding a blue light that was even more dazzling than the sun! Almost illuminates the small half of the dark sky! Driven by that terrifying force, large black, thick low clouds covered the top of the werewolf, countless brilliant, dazzling blue electric currents, like blue giant pythons flying through the clouds, shuttled inside the dark clouds. , Making waves of deafening thunder!

Spell power·Spell power·Thunderstorm!

The pupils of the descendant of God’s choice jumped with countless azure blue tiny arcs, and the soft vines that formed the battle armor stretched out from her right arm, tightly wrapped around the golden staff, trying to control the unknown terrifying energy. Chief Jinlu used the low end of his staff and tapped the ground three times. Under her call, a series of buckets of thunder, like a downpour, fell densely on the heads of the werewolves!

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The sound of terrifying thunder instantly overwhelmed the wail of the werewolves. The fiery current burned their slender hair to ashes, blasted their soft skin into charcoal, and left behind a hideous, terrifying thunder and lightning like a tree branch. Lines. Countless strands of fragile heart fibers trembled crazily under the raging thunder, causing the beating hearts to suddenly stop. In the end, powerful werewolves died suddenly under the terrifying thunderstorm of the descendants of God.

"AlanNure chooses the descendants of God!!"

Seeing this terrifying magical technique close to natural disasters, the bloodthirsty werewolf felt the limit of his abilities for the first time, while the morale of the people of the Jinlu clan was soaring, calling out the leader's name and fighting fiercely. !

"Cut...The crown must be retrieved! This golden staff made with the best of the whole family still cannot carry the supreme power of those gems." The descendant of God chose to look at the handle in his hand. Under the hot energy of the gemstone, the golden staff, which gradually melted and cooled and solidified in the cold night, sighed for a long time, then drew out the shield and spear, and furiously slammed towards the nearest her. Bloodthirsty werewolf! !

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I don't know how long it has passed, the gates fell, and the Gothic barbarians, who had run out of arrows, finally lost to the powerful and prosperous Jinlu clan. Countless werewolves who were physically exhausted collapsed directly on the battlefield. They were trampled into a pool of **** flesh by the red-eyed men and horses, or they were **** by the greedy men and horses as prisoners of war. See if you can squeeze more oil and water.

And the whole body was dripping with blood, huge antlers on the left and right, with six human heads hung on the chosen descendants, trampling on the towering mountain of corpses piled up by thousands of humans and horses, arrogant Looking down on this dilapidated human fortress. The rising sun puts a golden tulle on the powerful and fearsome chieftain.

"This city will become the first cornerstone of our rise. Messenger! Spread the news that we have taken the human fortress alone! Let the chiefs of other clans come and see, our invincible and powerful force !"

Toria raised a cyan flag embroidered with golden horseshoes very confidently. "Okay! You can plunder inside this fortress for three days! When the sun rises for the fourth time, everyone must be at work! I want you to urge those goblin slaves, from the bottomless veins, no Dig up more ore day and night!

Then, the craftsmen and apprentices, with the help of these barbarians, forged the iron ore into sharp arrow clusters and spear tips! Forged rounds of strong lock iron rings! Build an invincible army for me! Cheers! You will see the re-emergence of the Centaur Kingdom! "

"AlanNure chooses the descendants of God!!"