Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Just when the great predator hesitated, four thousand bloody, angry men and horses, accompanied by trembling hoofprints, came from afar, their bloodthirsty and terrifying roars seemed to overwhelm a camel. The last straw completely destroyed the Goths’ psychological defenses, leaving the exhausted and heavy-loss wolves reluctantly choosing to surrender.

The battle of the three kings that determined Gredinian’s fate finally came to an end. The descendants of God’s choice, the governor of the elves, the green wolf, the green scale evil dragon, and the five kings who were once active in this land, so far, only left Pain Hess alone.

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The warchief counted the battle damage, and there were less than two thousand casualties, but he killed more than five times the terrifying greenskins. The weapons seized are innumerable. The soldiers cheered to carve up the spoils, counted the huge wealth, and celebrated another victory! As the commander-in-chief of the war, Painhurs's prestige has almost reached its peak in the army!

Which soldier doesn't like a general who is generous and selfless, who can conquer wars? It can not only bring the supreme honor to oneself, but also a lot of money.

On the orc side, it was more miserable. The failure of the war caused the beast onado to sweep the ground, brutal, evil moon, and dead head. Many WARBOSS who originally obeyed the evil flame chief betrayed again and challenged the throne of the orc king. Except for the Snakebite Clan, no one stood by his side.

However, Mortarian wanted to ensure that the puppet of the beast, Leonardo, could be stable. Almost all the powerful green skins were washed away, and with Painhurs' full support, the Demonic Flame Chief once again brought the torn apart orcs together through two civil wars.

However, the 50,000 army in its heyday suffered heavy losses in the endless wars and civil strife. In the end, only 5,000 assault boys of the Snakebite clan remained, 1,000 assault bosses, and more than 4,000. A mixed orc soldier. Without the seven-headed and two-footed flying dragon, and the beast of the green scale dragon, Onado, his strength has shrunk greatly, and there is no way to fight against the horses again.

Those half-human satyrs? The Pale Warlock graciously accepted their surrender. Two thousand bards joined the battle sequence of the centaur. These bards on horsebacks can not only boost the morale of soldiers and confuse the enemy's spirits with songs enveloping arcane power, but they can also wield spears and short bows, turning them into excellent light cavalry.

Finally, it was the werewolf veteran who was dissatisfied with 10,000. Painhurs looked at these beastly humans with a headache, not knowing what to do. Here, he is not Horus’s animalized kingdom. Everyone is animalized. It’s okay to bite someone madly once in a while. After a collective rage, he can use the smell to determine the same kind and enemy... Although this plague is right The horses are ineffective, but among the servant races, there are many races that are afraid of the animalized plague.

At this time, the views of the great chief atheist were completely shattered.

Asana took her priest group, which has grown into a size of two thousand, to hold a large-scale sacrificial activity in Dragonmaw Fort-the magician's ability to cast spells, with her years of research and expertise in arcane arts, And keep improving. The spellcasting ability of the sorcerer slowly improved by relying on himself to break the restrictions and shackles of the bloodline.

However, it is different from Arcane. The priest's magic spell casting ability is directly proportional to their devotion to the gods and the degree of worship. The power they use comes entirely from the gift of the gods.

For example, the eight-pointed black star entrenched in his left hand, without any training or even belief in any gods, can use the energy of chaos to use the magic of the seven rings—and the price of this power is It was a fragment of another deity that was handed over.

A total of two thousand Goth priests took out their knives, and deeply pierced the punishment scars of the double-ring cross on the cheeks of their blood-red, corrupted and infected compatriots. The priests carve the flesh and blood of the captives while shouting loudly Pray to the **** of punishment.

"St. Cuthbert. Please save these lost lambs!"

"St. Cuthbert. Please save these fallen compatriots!"

"St. Cuthbert. Please save these corrupted humans!"

Two thousand pastors gathered around their leader and knelt in a circle, and Asana, who was surrounded by the pastors, looked up at the dazzling sun at noon and opened her arms religiously.

"I swear by my soul that if you can save my people, all the Eastern Goths, will regard you as the only faith in their hearts forever."

Painhurs' eyes widened in surprise. After Asana said the price she was going to pay, the blue sky suddenly shone with a dazzling golden light! Two thousand sacred energy rays penetrated the blue sky, like two thousand dazzling golden meteors, whizzing through the clouds and falling from the sky! Wrap thousands of Gothic priests in a warm, dazzling light!

The priests looked at their hands in amazement, bowed to the ground more religiously, chanting the holy prayers. The God of Punishment once again showed his preference for the Ostrogoths, and when he heard that the other party would contribute tens of thousands of believers, he immediately gave these thousands of low-level priests the ability to use the three-ring magic. And, the method to lift the curse was lowered.

"On the night of the full moon, use the Curse of Removal on the cursed beastized humans, and the corrupting plague can be lifted from them."

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The warchief was speechless and shocked by the strangeness of the world. In just a few days, he had seen too many superhuman powers. The ghost whispered in his ear, and his hands shone in blue, scarlet, and dual colors. The black star, rescued Mortarian’s rotten tentacles, and the brilliant golden meteor shower of the **** of punishment...

now. He left Dragonmaw Keep silently, and arrived at the home of the high elves, Panticapone, at the fastest speed.

Panticapone once was so magnificent. In the long-dead elven master: Chao Ge, once described to himself proudly, how gorgeous and elegant his hometown is, how powerful and wealthy.

A white city wall made of marble, and densely packed white jade towers, towering above a vast grassland, protects tens of thousands of beautiful mansions row upon row from foreign enemies.

Outside the white wall, the golden wheat field can't see the end at a glance, and within the white wall, thirteen arcane white towers rush into the sky!

The offshore is densely packed with merchant ships of various styles and flags of various parties. The shore is full of crystal salt grains that are drying in the sun, and bunches of sea fish. The mage meticulously studied the mysteries of magic, and the merchants enthusiastically sold local specialties.

However, after Painhurs came to this city-state, the beautiful city-state that Chaoge was once proud of, and turned into a ruin.

The golden wheat field was burned to ashes by the fire, the towering white wall was torn apart by the dragon claws of Motarian, and the giant rifts with Titan Skug, 13 towering white towers of the mage , Today, only seven are still towering.

With a heavy heart, Painhurs entered this once glorious city through the broken walls of the white walls. On the streets, the corpses piled up into mountains, and the pools of red blood had already condensed into dark blood clots. , Attracting swarms of flies and mosquitoes.

The high elves, who were completely interrupted by the green dragon's terror reign, hid in fear and shivered among the ruins of the city. Thinking of the spirited elven soldiers before, and looking at the refugees who are now almost as slaves, Painhurs couldn't help feeling a deep sorrow.

Two elf girls with withered and gray faces, watching the foreign race stepping into their own land again, were numbly preparing to take off their clothes. The petite body was covered with terrible scars that had been ravaged by green skin.

"Get all the elves up, hurry up."

Painhurs prevented the actions of the two girls, and at the same time, the opponent issued an order.

After a while, the remaining three thousand elven civilians, led by less than five hundred wizards, tremblingly gathered on the ruins of Panticapone. Looking at the half-man and half-horse monsters around them in fear, some people even sobbed quietly because of despair.

This glorious city on the east coast has been ravaged by green skin and turned into a wasteland. Is it now that it will be completely crushed by the iron hooves of the horses and horses?

"The leader of the centaur!"

Suddenly, a dignified and elegant elven mage wearing a moon-white robe of the archmage, under the tense supervision of two brutal soldiers, calmly walked in front of the chief. Her beautiful face was as glamorous as everlasting ice, and her long platinum hair, like a waterfall, drooped over her curvaceous waist.

"I, the song of Salina Blue Sky, the daughter of Governor Panticapeng, now my words represent the voice of all the people of the city."

The new governor looked up to the tall and handsome Peinhes, and his words of pleading for mercy were cold and without a trace of emotion.

"I beg you, please let my people go, they have suffered too much, as compensation-I am willing to pay any price, including becoming your slave."

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"No need."

Painhurs sighed and apologized to the elf girl in front of him.

"Sorry, Your Excellency, it was all my fault. I promised to support you, but the progress was delayed because of various things, and you suffered such a heavy suffering."

Salina was taken aback, her face as cold as ice, finally shaken. Accompanied by the pale warlock, there were two whole **** angry families, a large number of people, and the alien warchief in front of him, as long as With an order, Panticapone’s people will be slaughtered in an instant, but he...

"I once swore to Ogilvyin Chaoge's body that I will save his compatriots and protect you from any harm. Now, I am here to fulfill my promise."

Painhurs said sincerely. The lost wizard archmage had helped him too much, and this kindness can only be repaid to the elves in front of him.

"I will order the orcs to stay away from Panticapone! I will send a sufficient number of craftsmen and absolutely sufficient materials to assist you in rebuilding your home! To fulfill the promise I made a few days ago!"

The warchief slowly lifted his waist and looked directly at the green eyes of Song of Blue Sky that were as beautiful as emeralds.

"From today onwards, Panticapone will be protected by me, Painhurs! As long as I am alive, no one can trample on your home again! Elves! Hold your chest up! Chaoge once said to me , You are proud, rich, and powerful! His passing soul, seeing your cowering look now, wouldn’t it hurt and shed tears?"

Salina stared at the pale horse in front of her blankly, and could hardly believe what she had heard. The only remaining refugees trembled with excitement, and tears filled their eyes. The second one to step into Panticapone was not another brutal and bloodthirsty nomad, but their true savior.

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