Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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Broken walls, ruins and scorched earth.

This was Painhurs' first impression of Dragonmaw Fort. The cunning orc chief may have a deep understanding of the strategic significance here, so he sent more than three thousand orcs to guard this throat fortress.

However, the brave orcs under his men are a little bit arrogant. When the chief is gone, everyone is willing to do coolies and repair the broken castle.

The cracks smashed by the bombing garbage continued to expand with the passage of time. Every day, there were gravel bricks and tiles falling down the damaged city wall, leaving only half of the wooden gate, lying quietly in the dust.

The horses and horses trampled on the blood and corpses of the green skin and walked into this small castle. They were immediately covered by a peculiar smell and covered their noses—the orcs, demolished all the buildings they could destroy, and used their own He and Skug's excrement were used as glue and applied to the mess of rubble and bricks. In the center of the castle, two huge orc statues were built to worship their gods.

The other half of the castle gate was made into a shield of a behemoth, and the eight ancient elves-style marble columns became hairy fangs. If you don’t consider the stench of the building materials, it is actually quite pretty. Artistic.

The warchief reluctantly covered his face, thinking about his subsequent plans. Three iron stones in the shape of a spindle with a raging fire burning inside, slowly flying around the Nine Devil Golden Crown.

How much manpower and material resources would it take to repair this dilapidated castle? Have you had that long time?

If a war breaks out with the orcs, will street fighting be better for the men and horses, or the field?

Even if you fix the fortress yourself... Is there a difference for the green dragon?

"Herald!"

Painhurs rubbed his forehead. Looking at a strong man and horse in light armor, holding a flag embroidered with weeping blood skulls, he hurriedly rushed from a distance to listen to his commands.

"Let the four hundred heads of Marlow, Chahar, Ella, and Khosa, take their people to the east to investigate the orcs' intelligence, and the other six hundred households, quickly clean up here, relying on the castle east Rebuild the line of defense. Then you go back along our marching route and take a look at the slaves responsible for the transportation of grain and grass, when will they arrive."

"Your will, warchief."

The Herald lowered his head and bowed, and immediately took his command to dash towards the distance. The fierce flag symbolizing the blood rage clan and skeletons weeping blood hunted in the breeze.

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The devil wolf roared and the brown bear roared.

Abaddon took his elite predators, under the supervision of the Greymane clan, a full six hundred households, across the pasture of horses and horses, and marched eastward.

The big predator was riding on the back of his brown bear, frowning deeply. Centaur has already taken root deeply in this land. As far as the field of vision is, the cows and sheep all over the mountains are like clouds that can't be seen at the end. They will spend joyously in the green sea of ​​grass. Occasionally, they will see green wheat fields. The goblins scold the cattle and use the iron that was unheard of. Quality tools, farming fertile land.

Not far away, a few fishing boats returning home fully loaded, docked at the port. Several Goths stared at themselves with hatred and fearful eyes, their horrible pupils swallowed by blood.

Hell, there are so many compatriots who have not been blessed!

Abaddon stared fiercely at those tribesmen who had not received the blessings, his huge body exuded surging killing intent, but in an instant, he retracted his body.

Hell, there are only a thousand looters and hundreds of wild beasts in his hand. But the other side sent out a thousand or two hundred men and horses to watch. The mare with short gray hair and Roman chain armor was the head of the mare, who had faced up with Horus a few times, and was also a ruthless character. Can't afford to offend, can't offend.

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When the werewolf vanguard set off, the war engine of the centaur was also running fast. The materials that Painhurs assembled in a short period of time were only enough for a long journey of one thousand households, so he took two thousand men and horses and attacked Dragonmaw Fortress in a surprise attack.

However, with the passage of time, Diodosiya, Iron Peak Fort, and Skerrit’s Glory have gathered enough supplies, dried and cured bacon, dried and solidified milk bumps, and in the chief. Under the teachings of "Nan", a kind of pasta made of flour, which is not perishable, has a backlog of tons and tons on the carriage.

In the past few days, thousands of craftsmen have cut out more slender arrow shafts and forged more iron arrow clusters, accompanied by the hot fire, and the clanging of hammers. The new halberd with its handle capable of simultaneously serving the three abilities of spear, axe, and hammer was distributed to soldiers in golden shoes in batches.

After leaving some people to take care of the pasture, Bloodfury gathered three thousand families in Longhoubao. Wind howling warlocks and some withered druids were also accompanied by them. Numerous sturdy carriages after magic transformation were immediately used as roadblocks after transporting a large amount of grain and grass. Fortresses were placed in the cracks of the broken city wall, forming an indestructible and tall line of defense.

A few days later, Gorrel also brought the Greymane clan and werewolf scouts to the side of the warchief.

"Abaddon, my loyal right paw, a powerful scout. There are two missions you went to this time. One is to detect whether the situation of the orcs and the green dragon is true, and the other is to test the so-called [Great Chief]. . Confirm the true strength of the centaur leader."

The great predators looked around the tall, mighty half-man and half-horse. They were well-trained and well-equipped. Almost 40% of the soldiers were dressed in Roman, barbarian, Persian, steppe, and even Far Eastern iron armor. . The four-meter-long terrorist lance towered into the clouds, looking from a distance, like a metal forest.

Herdsmen who are lightly armored or even unarmored should not be underestimated. They move fast and scary, and they can't leave their hands. They always put the arrow feathers in the center of the bowstring, so that they can fight at any time.

Abaddon watched carefully—the clusters of feathered arrows were all forged from metal.

If we say that the vast pastures of vast acres, and the cattle and sheep in the mountains and plains, tell of the wealth of people and horses. Then, the soldiers stationed in this fortress demonstrate their strength.

"Warchief."

Looking at the centaur wearing a black robe and a golden crown of the Nine Devils in front of him, the werewolf nodded lightly, expressing his respect for the strong, and then, a pair of eyes emitting a hideous red light stared at the pale. Warlock.

Abaddon began to think, to test the strength of the Centaur Chief? It is naturally a fight to know, but what reason to start the fight... Be natural, not too abrupt, try to describe the **** and cruel killing as friendly and harmonious mutual exchanges——

Forget it, it's too much trouble, just go straight.

"Strong centaur leader! Your name is known from the grasslands to the Black Sea!"

Abaddon showed a hideous smile, and he opened his arms enthusiastically, and his whole body shone with a scarlet bloodthirsty light.

I saw his tall and burly body swelling rapidly at an incredible speed. The powerful muscles full of explosive power are instantly covered with black wolf hairs that are as hard as steel needles, and the bones all over the body are crackling due to the drastic changes in form, bulging the mithril forged chain mail.

A pair of wide palms grew soft pads, and the ten fingers stretched and swelled quickly, turning into ten sharp and terrifying giant claws, especially him, or his right hand—the five pale bone claws, abnormal. Thick, like five sharp knives.

This is not the scariest. A long tailbone extended from the end of his spine, and his brown eyes instantly transformed into a beast-like hideous apricot and yellow face, which was then completely occupied by dense bloodshot eyes. The flat mouth was stretched and widened, and inside the **** mouth, two rows of white teeth, all turned into a horrible look as sharp as jagged teeth, and the four canine teeth grew to a degree of horror!

"I, the most loyal right paw of the Cyan Wolf King: Abaddon, the warchief who wants to invite the warchief to have a friendly duel that does not hurt his life! This is the first time we goths greet strangers. the way!"

Painhurs looked at the beastized werewolf in front of him in amazement, waved his hand, and made those soldiers who would bend their bows and arrows and raise their halberds when the werewolf transforms back. He calmly looked at the black werewolf who was taller than himself.

It’s all nonsense, and it’s not that there are no Goths under his hand, and Asana or other priests have never shown this so-called "Gothic tradition."

"Okay, powerful werewolf, I accept your challenge."

The warchief considered the short height and terrifying speed after the werewolf turned into a wolf, and decided to pull out the halberd on his shoulders.

It just so happened that he also wanted to give these werewolves a prestige, and let them see how powerful his own race and strength were.

The centaurs and werewolves scattered one after another, in the middle of the castle, leaving a gap large enough for the battle. They shook the weeping blood skull and the banner of the wolf-eating moon, cheering for the two of them.

Abaddon’s left paw, pulled out a terrifying two-handed giant sword from behind his waist. His strength was so great that the five-foot giant sword was regarded as a small dagger by him. The terrifying brown bear also opened its sharp fangs, and let out a terrifying low growl at the horses.

Painhurs chanted a mysterious spell, causing two azure blue arcane flames to wrap around and cling to the wooden handle of the halberd. The big predator didn’t panic, his horrifying right paw also took out a handful of yellow hair from his backpack, and chanted sacred prayers, making his body look like a hill of muscles, even more terrifying and supportive. Mythril chain mail creaked.

"Roar!!!"

Abaddon let out a deafening roar, with his left arm behind him, dragging the sharp sword and running forward. The dark werewolves and the brown giant bears, one left and one right, simultaneously launched a charge at Painhurs. However, as soon as their soles were off the ground, the iron stone surrounding the golden crown burst into an incomparable mass. Blazing light!

Accompanied by the creepy burning sound, a basin-sized arcane fireball roared across the blue sky, falling heavily between the two, causing a violent flame explosion! Gorgeous and magnificent fire clouds, accompanied by flame meteors flying everywhere, instantly swallowed a wolf and a bear.

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