Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After being pierced through the battle line by 8,000 men and horses twice in a row, the cavalry forces of Snakebite and Evil Moon almost completely collapsed. The battlefield is full of horseshoe marks, densely packed with orc corpses. At least ten thousand greenskins died under the enemy's lances, halberds and arrows.

The remaining soldiers were also completely dissipated and crushed by the torrent of war. They were scattered in all directions in the sea of ​​blood and were divided and annihilated by men and horses!

When the seven tribesmen and horses merged into one, under the rain of arrows that covered the sky, they wielded halberds and battle axes, and launched a third charge. The green-skinned army on the right wing completely collapsed. They wailed and screamed. Fleeing, crying and scattering!

"All soldiers, rest in place! Replenish our strength, and we will go to support Horus!"

Painhurs stood on the spot, bent his bow and arrows like a hunting, shooting green skins fleeing everywhere, tracing burning purple arcs in the air.

"What about the logistics? Don't stay behind, it's up to you to work!"

"Observe...your order."

Hill giants and goblins. Under the command of the warchief, he hurriedly rushed out of the interior of Dragonmaw Fort. They led a pack of beasts full of goods, fought for the **** men and horses, and presented packs of high-calorie soybeans, dried meat, and sweet fresh water.

While the soldiers were eating and drinking and replenishing energy, the goblins bowed their heads flatteringly, holding bags of spare weapons with difficulty, replenishing the shriveled quiver of the barbarians, and hung one on the shoulders of the horses and horses. A heavy-duty lance with a pole length of five meters.

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In the center of the battlefield, the bloodthirsty and violent wolves and the violent greenskins were killed in chaos. With the passage of time, the arms of both sides wielding the sharp blades became more and more sore, and the roaring throats also tended to be hoarse. Horus nodded, his left and right attendants, immediately sounded a war horn engraved with a moon wolf totem!

"It's now! Brothers and sisters! Let those **** green skins see our long backlog of anger and taste the power of our blessings by the gods!"

The Supreme King of Goth, let out a deafening roar, the handsome giant two meters high, instantly turned into a sky-reaching blue giant wolf, roaring to the front!

Behind him, there were more than two thousand dreary warriors wearing long-sleeved chain mail, heavy scale armor, brown bear fur, and wielding two-handed battle axes, and more than two thousand cunning old wolves who accompanied Horus to fight the world. , Moving their seven-foot-tall terrifying wolf body, replacing the fatigued soldiers on the front line, joined the battlefield!

"Long live Horus!!!"

Although the number of these werewolf veterans and dying fighters is very rare, they have been closing their eyes and resting since the beginning of the war. When facing the fatigued green skin, they were like cutting melons and vegetables, and they instantly became overwhelmed. The advantage of sex! The werewolves repeated the killing action mechanically. The long-handled battle axe was lifted high by the dying warrior and fell heavily. With every attack, an orc wailed and fell into a pool of blood!

Their supreme king is like a blue demon god, in the sea of ​​green skin like no one. Ordinary swords, guns, swords and axes can't cut through his blue hair. Every swing of a two-handed warhammer will smash a huge depression on the ground. The red blood, like the tide of a bursting embankment, gurgled out of the corpses of the orcs crushed and flattened by the warhammer, and gathered into a pool of blood-colored lakes in the hundreds of pits blasted by the wolf king. .

"Don't be afraid of any greenskins we meet! Face him with a smile! The best way to beat Greenskins is to face Greenskins! Ollie give it!!!"

Horus was also regarded as the troll king of the reserve team. After hearing the horn of war, he jumped up from the ground happily! Waving two arms, giving an inspiring speech to the trolls under his command!

"Oli here!!!"

Five hundred huge ferocious trolls were enthusiastic, shouting furiously one by one, and joined the battlefield under the leadership of the leader. They pushed the retreated werewolf soldiers and slammed in front of Green Skin in a blink of an eye. A troll soldier waved two dark green arms, firmly grasped the green skin's shoulders, and with a fierce force, he directly tore the opponent in half!

The brutal orcs fought fiercely for a whole morning. At this moment, they are a little weak. They are crumbling under the attack of trolls and werewolves. The dead-headed flesh and blood golems wield their war blades tirelessly, but they are too few in number to be able to reverse The disadvantage of the entire battlefield.

"Woo-woo -"

At this moment, the horses and horses have been trimmed, more than 15,000 horses and horses, hoof prints galloping on the pasture, thunder like spring stings, and drums shaking the sky, making the entire battlefield tremble!

Painhurs took all the soldiers who joined the battle, outflanked and rounded the huge infantry regiment of Greenskin from the right flank, and in just a few minutes, poured hundreds of thousands of them against the right wing and rear of the Greenskin. Under the dense rain of arrows covering the sky like migratory locusts, piles of orcs fell like weeds!

Each man and horse shot a complete quiver. After thirty arrows, they immediately pulled out their lances, shouting the names of the warchief and Skerrit, and accompanied by the shaking earth, they almost collapsed in front of them. The extremely green skin launched an unstoppable charge!

"AlanNure Painhes!!!"

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"Just work harder! Don't give all the credit to those hell!"

After Horus smashed a big green-skinned man into meat sauce, he looked at the battlefield with a huge advantage, laughed, and blew the horn of war for the second time!

Togaden and Ashman, supporting their tired bodies, stood up from the ground, and roared at the werewolf who was recovering behind them. Order them to end their rest and get up to fight.

Withdrawal from the front line, the five thousand werewolves who still maintained some fighting ability struggled to get up from the ground. They landed on all fours, accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, and transformed into huge beasts, at a speed not inferior to that of humans and horses. , Circling around on the battlefield, outflanked and bit the orc's left flank.

At this point, the green-skinned sea of ​​infantry was besieged by a coalition composed of centaurs, werewolves, and some trolls and satyrs.

The orcs were surrounded by enemies, collapsed in a hurry, and suffered huge casualties every second. The scale of victory seems to have completely fallen to the coalition side.

Mortarian's face was gloomy and pale, like an ancient cracked marble statue. The horses and horses pierced the cavalry unit on the right wing of the battlefield twice in a row. The snake bite and the evil moon clan fleeing in defeat, floating around like autumn leaves, Peinhe Si led the army to outflank the left and rear of his army!

In addition, the werewolves replaced the reserve team and continued to fight hand-to-hand. After a short rest, the werewolves surrounded their last right side-a series of operations by the two war leaders, the showy green scale evil dragon head The skin is tingling, and the changes in the battlefield have long been beyond his control!

"Forget it, I'm a giant dragon. There is no need to be entangled in the fight between the ants and the ridiculous victory in the end! As long as I can kill the white horse and the wolf, I, Mortarian, will still be the only king of this land. !"

Suddenly in the distance of the battlefield, Motarian showed a prototype, a tall, strong and elegant figure, just like an endless green mountain range. The four slender dragon claws, accompanied by the dragon's running body, constantly slapped the ground beneath their feet, causing the entire battlefield to vibrate violently.

The werewolves and centaurs looked at the green dragon running wild in the east, and they were stunned for a while!

The speed of the green scale evil dragon is getting faster and faster! Suddenly, his four claws kicked the ground fiercely, and the whole dragon rushed straight into the sky like an arrow from the string! A pair of fleshy wings that covered the sky and sun slammed twice, and the surrounding grass was immediately uprooted by the violent air current, accompanied by a large amount of soil and land, fluttering in the wind.

"Pain!!! Torture!!!"

The horrible waves of dumb and thick sound set off a wave of anger in the battlefield! The gale engulfed countless pieces of meat and limbs, and set off a wave of anger in the **** lake of Yiwanwan.

The master of the sea of ​​flowers, the true leader of the orcs and natural disasters, step by step destroyed the minds of the centaurs and werewolves. The surrounding air, under the pressure of Long Wei, was as deep and solemn as the sea. Forcing everyone to lower their proud heads and bend their slender four hooves, six limbs and hundreds of skeletons are covered with cold sweat, and the bones all over the body are also creaking under the terrifying pressure!

Along with the deafening WAAAGH of the orcs, the surrounding grass was twisted and deformed by the will of the green dragon. Christina squeezed her halberd. The entanglement technique of the descendants of God once created a **** hell. The crazily dancing scarlet grass, thirsty for blood, made everyone who participated in the battle frightened.

However, her magical skills were not worth mentioning in front of Motarian.

A huge and terrifying emerald dragon shadow, accompanied by turbulent wind, flew from a distance, covering the blue sky, and projecting its own shadow on the entangled **** of the pasture dance! The centaurs wanted to bend their bows and shoot arrows, but clusters of blood-colored thorns that grew freely from the soil and from the corpses wrapped every inch of their skin.

"My hatred is burning in the void! The world is twisted and subverted with my will! Those humble nations will tremble in my anger! In the end, everyone will surrender under my wings! I, that is. Mortarian! I am the master of Gredinian!"

All the soldiers on the battlefield were affected by the fascinating Longwei. Countless daring coalition soldiers fled hurriedly. More soldiers were frightened, and they were trapped in place by wild dancing plants. The encirclement net formed with great difficulty, shattered in front of the green dragon!

The emerald green terrifying dragon swept over the battlefield like a violent wind. A dorsal fin extending from the top of the head to the tip of the tail along the spine of the dragon, swayed gently in the wind like the sail of a canoe.

Mottarian's long and soft neck covered with verdant dragon scales, like a terrifying python, wriggled in the forest, causing the terrifying and terrifying dragon head to get closer and closer to everyone. The vertical pupil, sharp like a needle, gleamed with a profound light that made people predictably different.

The green dragon drew a large circle in the air, finally turned the direction of flight 180 degrees, and rushed to the **** battlefield again. The last time he swept low, with his ferocious and entangled plants, he controlled some troublesome guys. This time he swooped low—I saw that the lord of the sea of ​​flowers in the forest has grown his mouth, and in the depths of his throat, something is brewing. The thick fog of group death.