Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Hennivale quietly looked at the green dragon in front of her. Mortarian is more burly and terrifying than other adult dragons. The bone-white fangs and sharp claws are obviously thicker than their counterparts. There is even a dark green dim pattern on the surface. The sharp claw tips occasionally ooze a drop of dark green viscous venom.

The emerald green scales that wrap the wings and tail of the dragon are denser and thicker than other parts. These natural weapons of Mortarian seem to have been tempered by him, strengthened, and even mutated to a terrifying level-the warlock swears that his fangs and claws are absolutely the same as the teeth of a poisonous snake, with a small gap in the middle. , Connected with the poison glands in the body. Otherwise, there is no reason to explain the terrible scene of his minions poisoning.

But, who can transform a green dragon so terrifying?

"I separated you for a reason, black bean sprouts. Would you like a glass of wine? My servant uses forest honey, freshly brewed honey wine."

Mortarian’s phantom curled up on the throne comfortably, and yawned a boring yawn. Wherever the slightly poisonous breath passed, countless tiny scarlet stamens swelled and twisted into countless blasphemous and terrifying flesh and blood. The tentacles, surrounded by snow-blue petals, dance wildly.

After hearing the low growl of the green dragon from deep in the throat, several sluggish wood elves trembled and lifted out a huge jar of honey wine. The leading wood elves clasped their hands together and chanted the sacred mantra religiously. , Reshape a piece of firewood into the appearance of a wine glass. From the tank, filled with a cup of fragrant wine, slowly walked towards the drow.

This phantom can not only make sounds, but also secrete toxins...

Herniwell took a step back slowly, with her smooth and delicate left hand, she quietly took out a small piece of transparent white glue from the wrapper around her waist. She chanted a spell softly, making her graceful and slender body gradually disappear in the green. In the dragon's field of vision.

"Grab her! Don't let the black bean sprouts run away!"

Motarian angrily raised his slender and burly huge body from the throne, and let out a terrifying low growl. The wood elves that were controlled by the corruption took out small bows and daggers, spreading them around, searching for the drow elves.

However, Herniwell did not run away. Instead, she rushed to the throne of the green dragon, and in front of Mortarian's astonished vertical pupils, she revealed her original form. Lifting both hands upwards, a surging arcane torrent, immediately centered on her, burst out in all directions! Where the arcane tide passes, all magic is immediately disrupted and destroyed!

The twisted and profaned flesh and blood tentacles turned into red stamens again, and the throne of the ancient tree straightened up his gully-covered body, turning back into a towering giant tree that covered the sky and the sun. The terrible phantom of the green dragon was almost the same as the body The torrent of arcane arts washed away into snow-green petals flying all over the sky.

See these visions. The manipulated and corrupted wood elves immediately turned back. They were like the ghosts of the forest, galloping on the complex surface of the vines, while running, they shot sharp arrows forged by monster fangs.

Herniwell hurriedly rushed into the sea of ​​lavender flowers, beaten in embarrassment several times, escaped a deadly arrow rain, curled up behind the giant tree, and hurriedly chanted a mysterious spell. When the wood elves came to her side, the drow's dark body once again merged with the forest and disappeared.

"Damn! Why is there an adult green dragon dormant in this wild land...Even if there are two toxin-immune horses, we don't have the slightest chance of winning. Let's go back to the Glory of Skerrit and gather reinforcements!"

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"Tsk, let her slip away. Why is there a well-informed black bean sprout in this savage place, which broke through my spell... Forget it, just a small ant."

Motarian frowned slightly, and then returned to normal. In an elegant and easy-going tone, he talked with the pale white horse in front of him, with a strange red tongue, like a scarlet poisonous snake, in the hideous and terrifying dragon. Inside the cavity, squirming dexterously.

"The dark shadow covers the sky, the extreme cold engulfed, brothers siblings facing each other, the pale steed was crowned as the king. Pain Hess, you are the new king in the prophecy."

"Why, you know so much about the inside of the centaur." Painhurs became more vigilant in his heart. An unheard of dragon, knowing himself, and two centaur chiefs, is weird enough, he even knows this prophecy... According to Abhors, the person who knows this prophecy does not exceed ten fingers. The number!

"Roar--"

Motarian did not answer his question. Instead, from deep in his throat, he let out a muffled growl. On the side of the pale white horse, a few dull wood elves walked out immediately, and they tremblingly carried out an altar of freshly brewed honey. Wine, for Pain Hess, offer a cup of fragrant golden wine.

The pale white horse took the honey wine from the wood elf, but didn't even have the slightest thought of drinking it. When he saw those lifeless puppets, a terrible thought slowly crawled into his heart.

"Could it be that some people in the council...have been corrupted by this green dragon? Just like the elves in front of them, they have become his puppets and playthings?"

"But, pale horse, you lack enough strength to compete with another prophesied woman-yes, according to the prophecy, both of you can lead your tribe to revival. However, one country cannot tolerate two kings !

In terms of the army, the Jinlu clan has more than 10,000 personnel, half of them wore iron armor, and the magic equipment is countless. In terms of strength, the descendants of God choose to use all their cards, and in the case of a desperate fight, they can even severely damage the legend. You have no time, pale horse. "

Mortalian's words seemed like some kind of sweet poison, and the golden vertical pupils also bloomed with imperceptible arcane ripples, slowly corrupting and eroding the warlock's thinking.

"But we can make a deal. I will give you enough power, even enough army, to defeat the chief of the Jinlu clan, and then unify the entire council, for you and me, forging one, enough to conquer. The great army of the whole grassland."

"I..." Painhurs was slightly shaken.

"Think about it, nine arrogant chiefs, crawling humble under your hooves, the vast pastures, the livestock over the mountains and plains, all your personal wealth, tens of thousands of stalwart soldiers, Screaming in the name of Painhurs and crushing all your enemies madly! That future is so beautiful."

Mortalian used illusion to show the white horse a picture of the future. In the illusion, the blood-colored skull banner swept through every city and village above Gredinian. He stood in front of a dying, blue wolf, and raised the axe in his hand high!

"I······"

Under the double corruption of the green dragon's words and magic, Painhurs fell deeper and deeper in this perfect phantom, his dark eyes were completely covered by greed, and his breathing became heavier.

Just when he was about to accept Mortarian's condition, an angry roar suddenly came from a distance! A scarlet mist of terrifying blood pierced the dense canopy of the sky, and rushed straight into the sky. The thick and sweet smell of blood dispelled the alluring floral fragrance that was enveloping the faintly poisonous gas.

Christina's **** rage? !

Accompanied by the **** arrogance, the green dragon's movements and spells stopped for an instant. The whole dragon was like a mosaic of emerald green scrolls, which became abnormally blurred, and every move was like an animation of falling frames, and the body movements became more ghosts and twists .

Taking advantage of this gap, Painhes, who had already felt something wrong, barely broke free from the shackles of illusion, and without hesitation, he pulled out the giant axe on his side, the heavy axe blade, accompanied by the creepy whistling sound, A sharp curve was drawn in the air and slashed severely on Mortarian's dragon claws!

"Pouch"

The axe blade did not encounter any obstacles, easily embedded in the flesh and blood of the green dragon, the broken scales, flesh, and the dragon blood soaring to the sky, instantly turned into soft snow-blue petals, flying freely in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers. .

Along with this attack, the almost collapsed phantom also burst into clusters of elegant and simple lavender petals, which drifted away in the wind in front of Painhurs's eyes.

"Christina!"

Painhurs let out a panicked roar, and the four slender, pale horseshoes immediately turned into afterimages of ghosts and ghosts. The body of a huge monster, like a winter storm mixed with thousands of frost and snow, did not hesitate. Rushed to the depths of the forest.