Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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In the central battlefield, the green-skinned infantry fighting the werewolves are orcs of the brutal and dead-head clan.

The Barbarian clan has always been known for gathering together the largest, ugliest, despicable, and cruelest orcs. No green skin can be more reckless, fanatical, and aggressive than a brutal orc.

Their orc boys are huge and scary, their big green-skinned guys appear in groups, the black bull flags cover the sky, the terrifying roar is deafening, and a two-handed heavy weapon is raised high by the orcs. Falling heavily, with every attack, there will be splashes of blood in the sky.

And the orcs of the Death Skull clan even made Mortalian jealous. These indigo-painted battlefield scavengers are rich in great skills, and their [genius] brains and luck are incredible.

It took several weeks for the green scale evil dragon to still be unable to understand the subtle techniques used by the elves to make golems.

However, those dead-headed masters were thinking and working, using a mess of weird materials, and under the stunned gaze of Motalian, they actually succeeded in creating thousands of flesh and blood golems!

Although the finished products look very ghostly, rotten flesh, solid wood, molten steel, and excrement are randomly glued together, and the core of the golem that seals the soul does not conform to any existing structural laws-but it is It just works.

Under the attack of thousands of violent tycoons and flesh and blood golems, two moon-white giant wolves, wielding giant swords wrapped in dark green acid mist, and brilliant golden electric current, led the pack of wolves. The green skin rushed from side to side in the ocean.

Aximan and Togaden let out a terrifying wolf howl, huge swords and sharp claws, splashing **** waves in the green ocean.

The performance of the two white wolves with such two eyes immediately attracted the attention of Greenskin. A violent big man with a height of three meters, covered with various armors, brandished a heavy hammer and a giant axe, and slammed to Ashman. , Accompanied by the sound of steel impact, the poisonous blade entwined with dark green acid mist, and the rough and heavy two-handed giant axe, hit together heavily, splashing a string of brilliant sparks.

The white wolf in mythril lock armor, the burly green skin, and at the same time let out a bloodthirsty roar! The two sharp blades grasped by the four arms are tightly entangled together. Seeing this wrestling match, the two giants, regardless of top and bottom, deflect their heads at the same time. The violent green fangs and the sharp werewolves are sharp. Teeth while biting toward the opponent's neck!

However, the green-skinned flat mouth is a little shorter than the slender wolf kiss. Achman took the lead in biting the opponent's dirty throat, densely packed with sharp fangs, like a sharp short saw, accompanied by a cluster of beautiful and stern **** waves, tearing off a large piece of green flesh.

The big green-skinned man wailed bitterly, but his throat was torn and bitten by the werewolf, and he could only pass through the broken trachea, and let out some creepy whistling sounds. The warm blood soon poured out. It filled his lungs and let this green Roshan drown in his own blood.

Togaden wielded the great sword of thunder, accompanied by the thunder that shook the sky, sweeping the green skin around him. The tyrannical electric currents are like golden snakes, shuttled over green-skinned metal weapons and flesh and blood bodies. Wherever they pass, countless flesh and blood puppets and green-skinned boys are everywhere in the sound of crackling electric currents, Crashed to the ground.

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Seeing the fierce battle between the center and the right wing, Gorell of the Greymane clan stomped anxiously. In front of them, the tens of thousands of green-skinned cavalry just stayed in place and screamed wildly, unwilling to attack! Forcing myself to be unable to leave, I can only take the army and stand in place with nothing to do!

"Chief of Greymane! Are we going to stay here and watch our compatriots fight side by side!"

Biting the chieftain-Putrace let out an angry roar. She lifted the dark green hood angrily and questioned the war leader appointed by the warchief.

"The poison bite clan will never stay where they are, watching their compatriots fight on the front line! Death! Since those greenskins are unwilling to come over, let's kill them! Tens of thousands of celebrities, as long as we start a battle, we don't have a group charge. , Something that can't be solved! If it doesn't work once, come twice! It's better than just waiting here!"

"No! Those green skins are too far away from the main battlefield. If we rush forward, we will be out of touch with the big army. Mortarian, the **** green dragon has not yet appeared. Your impulse will only hurt your clan. Bring to death! Putress! You are as brave as your father, but you lack his wisdom."

Gorell gritted her teeth and tried to restrain her desire to charge-becoming a commander-in-chief is more difficult than imagined. Before, she obeyed the orders of the Roman legionnaire or descendants of God's choice, charging, killing, and it was all over. .

However, now, the warchief gave this outstanding warrior a new task: learn to think for the clan and for other fellows.

"But..." The Bite Clan wanted to say something, but a pair of big hands lightly patted the shoulders of the two mares.

Gorell and Putrace turned their heads at the same time, and the little chief of the Stormpike clan, Lego, was looking at them with a serious face. Under the temper of time, Sandra's young second son now looks serious, calmer, and looks like a chief.

"The Chief of Greymane and Bites--I want to ask something."

"What's the matter, Chief Stormpike?"

Gorell asked puzzledly.

"In the story of Stormpike Druids, Greenskins are a group of natural war mads. They are like wild dogs tracking food, and vultures looking for corpses, smelling the **** smell in the air, pursuing feverishly. Every war!

In the records of our Stormpike clan, there has never been a green skin who can resist the temptation of war, standing in the distance, watching their compatriots unfold a **** carnival feast. "

Lego looked at Mortarian's fantasy seriously, staring into the eyes of the two chiefs.

"In the documents and stories recorded by your clan, will this type of green skin really exist???? The Stormpike clan had a brief encounter with the green dragon-he is a master of illusionism."

The two female horses looked at each other. Indeed, the green-skinned warlord was not a Roman legion commander. He would play crossfire and alternate battles, leaving ample reserves to wait for the opportunity. Those green skins who restrained the desire for war in their genes and shouted at the back had problems no matter how they thought.

"Woo-woo -"

Gorell quickly sounded the trombone representing war. Countless heralds wearing light armor and coming and going like wind are flying through the army quickly! A man and a horse, a team of hundreds of families flying the gray falcon flag, the dark cloud thunder flag, the viper tail flag, the dead bone banyan flag, the black fangs flag, and the mighty pass through the back row of the werewolves, in front of Horus Si, and the face of the werewolf reserve team, rushed to the right flank of the battlefield, ready to support the war chieftain.

"What are you doing! Do you guys want to tear up our contract?! When you leave, my soldier's left wing is completely exposed to those green monsters! Is this your credibility?!"

Horus turned into a blue giant wolf in anger, trying to intercept the galloping horses, opening his terrifying blood bowl, and roaring loudly.

"The supreme king of werewolves! Please think about it carefully. The other party has a special green skin! Which orc have you seen who can stay behind and watch your compatriots on the battlefield enjoy a hearty feast of killing? !"

While galloping forward, Gorell turned his head to talk to the Wolf King.

"Don't worry! I've sent a messenger to Dragonmaw Fort, and someone will cover your left wing!"

The Supreme King was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look west: a large and burly heavy workhorse, leading a magically modified wooden carriage, and full of dangdang goblins, galloping on the green grass sea.

The tamed goblins manipulated these pack beasts, pulled high and heavy carriages, and placed a new line of defense on the left flank of the werewolf. During this period, the orcs who had no action at all strengthened the man and horse. guess.

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The left wing of the battlefield, the line of defense of the horses and horses, almost collapsed under the terrible offensive of the last two giant Titans! The huge horns of their shovel are enough to shovel a ton of blood rage barbarian into the high air. Eight horrible elephant legs are enough to smash the flesh and blood of a centaur and crush the bones of a centaur!

Under the flogging of the snakebite trainer, the Titan Giant, in the blood rage battlefront, tore two scarlet gaps, the endless green ocean, and quickly poured into the gap, constantly tearing the broken front of the horses and horses, expanding its own. The result of the battle.

Painhurs bent his bow and arrows in vain, shooting bright purple burning arcs in the air, and clusters of metal arrows burning with arcane fire slammed on the head of the behemoth, but only splattered out. A little spark.

The arcane lake in the warlock's body can only afford the use of five five-ring spells every day. Just to slaughter the Titan Skug, he used midnight strokes twice in a row.

For the remaining three times, the warchief would leave it to Mortarian. Give him a big surprise.

Christina let out an angry roar. With the blessing of the Lord of Skull, every time she cuts off a head and sacrifices a soul, she will be stronger.

After killing hundreds of orcs, the rouge horse has become unstoppable. Even the most powerful green-skinned man can hardly stop her supreme edge!

The high-speed rotating blade is like a storm of steel. Wherever it passes, pieces of stumps and pieces of meat, accompanied by a rain of blood, are thrown high in the sky by Christina.

However, the darling darling with scarlet blood burning all over, facing those mountain-sized Titan behemoths, he could only let out a desperate sigh.

Compared with the Titan behemoth, her physique is too small. Although the sharp sword can tear the hard skin of the behemoth, it can only tear through its elephant legs in vain. Scars that cannot be fatal.

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