Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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Amidst the sea of ​​flames, a piercing bloodthirsty wolf howl erupted, and Abaddon was like an okay person, wrapped in wisps of black smoke, and rushed out of the burning clouds. The left arm holding the giant sword is behind him, dragging the terrible giant sword to gallop! The metal blade rubbed against the stone floor, bursting out a long string of dazzling sparks.

"Roar!!!"

The big predator let out a terrible roar, and the huge sword dragged on the ground instantly burned the eerie flames of hell. The iron-gray metal blade became more and more red and dazzling, as if it had just been taken out of the forge.

With his left arm behind him, the werewolf swung one hundred and eighty degrees to the front along his left shoulder. The heavy burning giant sword drew a fiery scarlet trail in the air, hitting the head of the horse heavily!

The hot blade, the burning flame, and the inertia of full swinging combined together, so that this powerful and heavy blow, like a ruin, cut Painhurs into two from head to toe.

The red sword body burned by the flames of **** slammed heavily on the stone slabs, bombarding a series of dense and terrifying fissures like cobwebs. The raised dust spread to the surroundings like a terrifying sky and instantly flooded the whole. space!

However, Painhurs's body was cut in half, but accompanied by a burst of light distortion, it turned into a little bit of starlight and disappeared without a trace.

The spectators took a breath of air and waved with one hand. The great sword that needs to be held by both hands is not enough. Many clansmen can also do this. However, swinging a sword with one hand, it is still possible to smash such a huge crack in the stone slab, raising smoke and dust of this scale... the power of this pitch-black werewolf is simply terrifying.

The werewolves also opened their eyes wide, and looked around. Where is the other warchief? Why is it gone all of a sudden?

The terrifying brown bear twisted his huge body uncomfortably, his warm and moist nose kept twitching, sniffing the remaining scent of the horse.

Suddenly, it seemed to perceive something strange, its head shifted, and it happened to see Peinhess who had just revealed its original form. Its eyes were facing each other, and the animal companion of the predator, as if from the pair of dark, deep pupils that looked like black holes. There, I saw an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood, countless ghosts and ghosts, and the most terrifying nightmare in its heart.

The warchief implanted invisible fear deeply into the heart of the brown bear. The behemoth let out a pitiful wailing, and ran away like a frightened rabbit in the opposite direction of Painhes!

"Now, only you and me are left, werewolf."

The pale white horse gently rubbed the pole of the halberd, the blue arcane flames, on the head of the metal halberd. Burning.

In fact, he can use the fear of death to defeat Abaddon's will. However, since it is to give the werewolf a defensive prestige and show his strength, then defeating him in close combat is the best choice.

The great predator let out a earth-shattering roar. This time, his left paw was against the sword grid, and he took the huge red sword that was burned by the **** fire as a short spear. It was held flat in front of his chest and turned into A dark storm rushed fiercely towards the pale horses.

Painhurs' body sank slightly, his halberd was raised diagonally, and the sharp tip of the spear pointed directly at the werewolf's chest!

Abaddon’s eyes engulfed in blood flashed with endless bloodthirsty killing intent, and he charged forward without fear. Every time the wolf claw slaps the ground, it will lift up several feet of dust!

He has absolute confidence in his exquisite Mithril chain armor and thick fur-how can an ordinary halberd break through his defense?

"Roar!!!"

Pain Hess also let out a terrible growl, and with a halberd in his hand, it instantly turned into an illusory ghost blade, ignoring the horrible armor of the werewolf, and the natural fur, deeply submerged into the other's chest!

The horrible impact almost shattered the sturdy halberd handle, making Painhurs' hands numb. He took three or four steps back in a row before he barely stabilized his figure and blocked the terrifying charge initiated by the great predator. The trauma in his chest and the blood spewing out made Abaddon even more bloodthirsty. He ignored the tip of his gun and waved the burning greatsword in his hand, trying to chop off the enemy's neck!

However, the halberd of a centaur is much longer than a great sword of a human being. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach Peinhes, who was close at hand.

The great chief exerted force with both hands and with terrifying brute force, he lifted the halberd together with the pointed Abaddon in the air, crossed a 180-degree blood-colored arc, and fell heavily behind him, Yang From the sky full of dust.

"Wow!"

Under the heavy fall, the big predator's eyes went dark, and he felt his back directly lost consciousness. Numerous bones made a crisp crack, a terrible wolf kiss, and a stern blood mixed with visceral debris. flower.

Painhurs exerted force again, the muscles of the arm under the robe violently violently, he lifted the werewolf high in the air for the second time, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This time, the solid halberd was overwhelmed and broke into two pieces directly, and Abaddon, also under a heavy fall, threw the burning giant sword in his left hand to one side.

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, the warchief pulled out the sword of the natural disaster that was entangled with thousands of electric currents. The body of the great predator also shone with a faint emerald light, healing the broken bones, and the right hand was so big that it was abnormally large. The wolf's claws, along with the five bone-white killing trajectories, were hit with the heavy blows of the Thunder Blade!

"call--"

The sharp claw and the war blade were in a stalemate, regardless of victory or defeat. The great predator swung his left claw, but was blocked by the forearm of the pale warlock. The jet black robe thin as cicada wings, like an indestructible armor, with sharp wolf claws, could not tear it apart.

Seeing that the two were in a stalemate together, the soldiers onlookers on both sides immediately yelled and waved for their leaders!

"boom!"

Under the stalemate, Painhurs' flexible waist was like a viper ready to go, first leaning backwards, and then bending forward violently, causing the forehead wearing the golden crown of the nine demons to hit the tip of the werewolf's nose heavily!

The big predator exhaled in pain, clutching his nose and retreating, but he just pulled away, the spindle-shaped iron stone, once again shot a basin-sized flame, and burst directly in front of his chest!

Accompanied by deafening flame explosions, and burning meteors splattering everywhere, a scorched giant wolf with green smoke slowly walked out of the burning clouds and crashed to the ground.

"Great Chief! Great Chief! Great Chief!!!"

Three thousand **** soldiers, as well as the gray-maneed men and horses laughed happily. They cheered and celebrated the victory of the leader. Numerous halberds knocked the ground under their feet in an orderly manner, almost making the entire castle. , Shivered.

The werewolves looked depressed, and quickly dragged Abaddon away, who was unconscious, and began to treat his injuries.

"I just used two fireballs. Help me save two, Mr. Heniwell."

The warchief waved a banner of weeping blood skulls, raising his prestige in front of the men and horses, and showing off his strength in front of the werewolves. Then, he walked to the side of Heniwell who was sitting quietly, and asked his teacher's magic supplement.

"Why don't you use Shadow Sculpture? Now, the fireball you forged can be faked."

The drow asked with a wisp of his beautiful silver hair like a waterfall.

"This test is more important, and I know almost nothing about werewolves, just in case."

Painhurs shrugged.

"Ok."

Hennival began to cast a spell, injecting three rings of energy-shaping magic into the two empty iron stones.

"You know the cost, every time I charge you an Iron Stone, you have to [satisfy] me once."

"No problem, Mr. Heniwell."

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Panticapone

Motarian had a headache, and Motarian was irritable.

In the previous rule, it was very easy to enslave those dead poets and wood elves. They were very well-behaved, shivering under the terrifying dragon, saying one thing, and doing whatever they wanted.

But these greenskins—capturing Panticapone and satisfying their fighting desires did not take long, and these orcs began to fight again! Without enemies to fight, these guys would fight themselves. Every day, new personnel were attrition. Several big bosses could not hold it down at all. Some even rolled up their sleeves and brought their soldiers to join the chaotic battle.

Good one leads by example.

Some courageous green skins even started the idea of ​​the elf citizens, murdering every ten seconds, and **** every nine seconds. The beautiful elf city instantly turned into a smoky hell, and the mentality of the green dragon was about to explode. The alliance of the orcs and the elves is destined to be a vain fantasy.

No way, he manipulated the beast Onardo to issue a ban, and as a result, he was met with collective resistance from Greenskin. The newly established military police also violated the chieftain's crimes. When enforcing the law, he turned a blind eye to the crimes of his compatriots—— Okay, you have a big fist, but you are the Airborne WarBoss, you are only one person and one dragon, and it is impossible to monitor the entire city.

Oh, the chaotic camp.

Mortarian felt a lot of pressure, and ruled according to his own ideas, the beast Leonardo would even lose the respect of the greenskins.

PS: I said yesterday, I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival~yes, yes.

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