Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Seeing those trolls who were all green and covered with a layer of moss, raised the wooden stick in their hands aloft, the life-threatening men and horses, as if they were awakening from a big dream, finally broke free of the fragrant fantasy. But it was too late, the huge monster covered with dark green crusty skin had already killed them in front of them!

"boom!!!"

The trolls laughed arrogantly and smashed the stick in their hands. However, the sea breeze did not hear the familiar sound of broken head, and the familiar sound of blood flowing across the body, the rotten monster looked intently-the sweaty horse in front of him had four hooves slightly bent, his hands were raised, and his body was trembling slightly— -Although somewhat reluctant, these half-man and half-horse, which are slightly inferior to the trolls, still use their hands to catch their own powerful blow!

"Roar!!!"

The angry troll opened his ghastly blood bowl, and a strong stench that seemed to be mixed with thousands of grievances came out of his nose. The smoked scout hurriedly held his breath. The next second, the giant The devil turned his neck and bit the opponent's left shoulder fiercely. The sharp fangs were deeply submerged in the scout's flesh and blood, splashing with bright blood-colored sprays.

And the battlefield scout was not to be outdone. She endured the pain of the body and drew the long sword around her waist, accompanied by a terrifying sound of tearing flesh and blood, and the sharp blade directly stabbed. Into the opponent's left chest!

Unfortunately, the sharp pain in the shoulder still affected the veteran's ability to judge, and the long sword hit the troll's ribs heavily without piercing the opponent's heart.

Receiving this fatal blow, the troll hurriedly loosened its jaw, with a mouth full of blood, and pulled a distance from the human. After a round of confrontation, both sides suffered serious injuries, and the scout vigilantly took out a clean piece of sheepskin. , Covering the **** left shoulder, but the troll's wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The troll is in charge! Retreat! When you just shouted the slogan, the enemy was almost alarmed! Someone of them will report it! The army inside the castle is assembled and is coming out of the city!"

"It's really disappointing!"

The leading troll warrior, relying on his proud regeneration ability, let the opponent's spear pierce his abdomen. At the same time, his dark green horror claws grabbed the body of another scout with a thunder and thunder, and with a strong pull, he directly tore off the opponent's right arm, together with the small half of his shoulder. !

Listening to the enemy's painful wailing, the troll lifted the flesh and blood to the top of his head, pouring down countless torrents of blood, bathing himself in the scarlet rainstorm, and letting out a crazy roar!

"Alright! Boys! Enough fun, retreat! Retreat!"

"The descendants of AlanNure! Hold them! The parliament army is about to arrive! Don't even want to leave any of you!"

The scout captain's angry bow and arrow shot out the Wildhammer clan, the barbed feather arrows tied with twine, and the sharp iron clusters pierced through the last troll's flesh and blood, and the hideous barbs were also stuck in his calf. The space between the fibula and the tibia.

The Centaur was about to pull the hemp rope back, but the tempting and sluggish voice of Sartre remembered again! A glamorous and ethereal ketone body made them fascinated by dreams again, stopped for the second time, and watched the enemy go away-hell, the troll didn't see it rotten, it was soaked in grease, so slippery. The hemp rope, simply chopped off his calf, and after pulling out the arrow, he put the leg together again in front of everyone!

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"It doesn't make sense. These monsters have two detection capabilities. Before the army left the city, they observed this fact and hurriedly retreated. However, what is their motivation? Grabbing food? With that kind of detection ability, they simply retreat. It will not take action against a terrorist army with a scale of over 10,000. This logic does not make sense."

Leading the army rushed to an empty Tolia, looking at the messy footprints extending to the end of the field of vision, lost in thought. The golden scouts who got rid of their dreams stood in a row awkwardly, wishing to bury their heads in the ground, and did not dare to look directly at the true descendants of God.

"According to these scouts, the opponent is a coalition of Sartre and trolls. The combination of these two races is extremely rare. And the scale has reached a terrifying scale." Abhors took care of his hair suspiciously, The whole hair was combed into long slender pigtails, and then tied into a single ponytail full of youthfulness behind his head-he drank the most yesterday, and was still in a disheveled, half-awake state of intoxication during the meeting.

"That said, the other party just wants to harass us? Why? What good is this for them?" The chief of the Stormpike clan rubbed his head in confusion, unable to understand this weird behavior.

"Who knows... Chiefs, please gather your most elite scouts, track them far away, and detect the retreating monsters! If possible, catch a few alive and come back for interrogation, leaving the army on guard! Toria took off her antler mask and rubbed her white forehead vigorously. Trying to relieve the double headache caused by hangover and thinking.

"Christina, you go to gather those newcomers to the clan. This is the most important thing right now. As for this investigation mission, I will complete it." Painhurs whispered softly in his lover's ear. Immediately bent bows and arrows, and Kuronia, with dozens of elite predators, and the remaining six druids, followed the footsteps and proceeded cautiously to the west.

Compared to Luga and Caen

Husband, the pale horse, prefers to work with the predator leader. Although he is a bit greedy, he is sinister and cunning, and efficiency is paramount. Long-range archery is never close to hand-to-hand combat, and the ability to lead crowd fights is never singled out.

After hearing the order, other clans also sent a large number of druids, predators, and scout troops mixed together to participate in this tracking operation. At a time, hundreds of eagle partners, like strands of terrifying. The black smoke rushed straight into the sky, pressing down a large area, almost covering the bright starry sky above the fortress.