Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Grab her." Deep in Mortarian's throat, he let out a scornful growl. He was corrupting and controlling the thinking of the pale white horse. He could not spare any extra energy to deal with the red mare, so he had to order The fourteen wood elves, who were constantly playing background music, took out the weapons behind them.

Hmm-entertainment to kill time has changed from tragedy to drama.

The classical elven music came to an abrupt end, and the seven wood elves took out the short bows behind them, and the clusters of arrows cast from the teeth of the predators pointed directly at the blood-colored centaur in the distance.

The other seven sturdy elves rushed to Christina's direction dullly, their calloused hands, playing with a pair of slender, sharp monster fangs.

The rouge horse running wildly lowered its head slightly to protect its fragile neck and face. With the double armor on its body, it hardly received the first round of arrow rain of bones. These primitive and crude killing tools seem to have a terrifying power that is inconsistent with their crude craftsmanship.

Two sharp arrows whizzed over the top of the lioness's head, two sharp arrows hit the sparkling sparks on the iron-forged chain mail shirt on the chest, and the last three sharp arrows shot through the golden Chimera After her fur, it became the end of the crossbow, barely piercing her rouge arms.

"Three people on the front and two on each side."

Christina looked around at the elves around her, her twin pupils as bright and beautiful as rubies, flashing with endless bloodthirsty intent, her right hand drew out a heavy crossbow that was wound and a sharp arrow at lightning speed. Mang, pointed directly at the enemy's dull face.

A heavy crossbow arrow pierced straight through the wood elf's forehead, red blood. Mixed with sticky brains, wrapped in large and small fragments of flesh and blood, two fleeting and poignant waves bloom in the air.

With a hit, the Bloodwrath Chief quickly retracted the heavy crossbow that Painhurs had personally improved. She saw her slender and beautiful four hooves, slamming on the ground, and her elegant rouge body, instantly rushing into the high sky, just like A blood-colored meteor smashed at the elf in front of him fiercely, making his dark and hard horseshoe appear bigger and bigger in the eyes of the green dragon puppet!

When diving, the raging wind whizzed through the broken holes in the three skulls of Chimera, and the densely packed tiny cracks in the wing membrane, like a hundred female demons, and at the same time issued a terrible and terrible wailing in the air! The terrifying storm, by the way, raised the pair of pale golden fleshy wings high, as if she really had a pair of huge pale golden bat wings.

"Puff--"

Christina fell heavily on top of the elf's head. The fragile cervical vertebrae couldn't withstand the two thousand-pound mare. The terrifying pressure from the sky was instantly trampled by the blood-rage chief into countless fragments!

After losing the support of her cervical spine, that beautiful head with a sluggish expression was stepped alive by horseshoes into her own body, propping up a large mountain on the flat and thin chest of the elf. Countless groups of brilliant and dazzling blood sprays also smeared the pale golden Chimera leather armor into a terrifying scarlet face.

Christina, bathed in blood, became more beautiful and crazy. She trampled on the enemy's corpse and let out a wild laugh! The heavy axe blade drew a mysterious blood-colored arc in the air, accurately cutting down the first level of the last elf.

In an instant, the three wood elves facing the enemy were all fallen into a pool of scarlet blood. The rouge horse protected her face and neck, and then hardened the second wave of arrows from afar-regardless of these arrow wounds that were not fatal at her roots, she immediately swung the giant axe in her hand and killed the elves on both wings!

"boom!"

Seeing the crimson demon, he raised the crimson battle axe drinking blood in his hands high, and the wood elf on the right wing raised two half-foot-long monster fangs high, trying to block the swift hacking. Even if he was corrupted and enslaved by the green dragon, his dull pupils with a smear of rouge and blood were reflected, and ripples called "fear" appeared.

The axe blade entwined with thousands of blood mists instantly shredded the bony blade and fell heavily on the shoulders of the predator. Christina's wrist was slightly deflected, and another beautiful head, leaving her forever as graceful and slender as a swan, The white neck that is constantly gushing blood.

"Pouch."

The second wood elf, riding in the gap between the horses and horses, and using a pair of wild beast fangs, tore through the arms of the bloodrage chief, rounded back to the predator on the left, and hurried to behind Christina. Raising the sharp blade in his hand, the archer in the distance sent the third round of sharp arrow clusters into the flesh and blood of the rouge horse.

"Roar!!!"

The physical pain made the Rouge Lima become more and more mad. She moved the center of her body forward, wearing Chimera leather armor, and the forehead of the lioness's skull slammed on the towering bridge of the elf's nose. Forced back the enemy in front of him.

At the same time, the two rear hooves that slowly turned into dark faces suddenly curled up into the belly of the horse, and popped out like a siege hammer! Directly on the flat chest of an elf, smashed two huge depressions! The unlucky boy crossed a stern line of blood in the air, and fell heavily on the trunk of an ancient tree.

Thousands of young leaves, under this violent impact, broke away from the brown treetops, like a heavy green snow, spinning their light body in the air, slowly descending, covering his lifeless bones, bury.

With the death of the elf, the scars on Christina's arm are also healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No!!!" Motarian let out an angry growl.

If the lively mung bean sprout is a carefully cooked live fish sashimi, then it turns into a carcass, a stale wood spirit, and the taste is like looking up at the starry sky of a certain country. The texture of the taste is nothing short of amazing!

I deliberately enslaved and raised an entire village of wood elves in captivity, forcing them to keep reproducing in order to get a steady stream of delicious meals, but now that **** mare killed so many in one breath?

Every wood spirit is his most precious possession!

Thousands of flowers and clusters of thorns and vines really tied the pale white horse this time. After ensuring that the prey in hand would not escape, the angry green scale evil dragon, with the shadow of extinction, personally joined the battlefield. The sharp claw dripping with venom, like a giant python choosing someone to eat, and the giant axe entwined in the scarlet blood mist, collided for the second time!

However, this time, Christina, who had obtained the grace, was not repelled by the dragon's brute force. The sharp axe blade rubbed the bone-white claws, and continued to slash downwards, smashing the cracks of Motarian's fingers. The scales are deeply submerged in his flesh and blood.

However, this small wound is not worth mentioning for the huge size of the adult dragon. The injured left paw of the green dragon suddenly clenched, like a strong iron clamp, firmly grasping the human body of the rouge horse, and the right paw aimed at the four hooves of the bloodrage chief, wiping the ground and swiping her directly. The body of a half-man, half-horse, knocked to the ground.

Two slender and burly dragon claws, combined with the strength and weight of an adult dragon, firmly restrained Christina's six limbs. Just like a huge brown bear, pressing a newborn lamb tightly in the sea of ​​snow-blue flowers.

"This is the limit of your charity? Please, you are all usable pawns at the moment, don't force me to play assassins." Mortarian laughed at the overwhelming mare. Suddenly, a familiar arcane wave came from behind his voice. The green dragon bends his slender neck-a dark shadow, strikingly reflected in his evil vertical pupils.

Herniwell did not escape through any door. Instead, he teleported himself to another corner of the emerald cage. While Motarian, who was deaf and blind, hadn't healed yet, cast a spell to hide his figure, quietly waiting for the opportunity. Among the beautiful lavender eyes, the once round pupils are now as narrow and sharp as snake pupils.

The thorns and vines lost their former vitality under the wave of arcane arts, and fell one after another. A pale white horse with a golden crown on its head was free from the double shackles of the dragon, and two terrifying scarlet tentacles sprang out He touched Painhurs's shoulders, facing Mortarian, flaring his teeth and claws.