Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Just after crossing the Strait of the Ancient Elf Bridge and returning to Peinhes in the Kerch Peninsula, he immediately received a message from the second archdruid from the Royal Court of Sagittarius-the Romans asked themselves to join a sweeping battle. The war of terror in most of the empire. A terrible war far beyond my imagination.

As the messenger said, the monstrous war, from the mountains of Asia Minor to the desert of Egypt, the two largest empires at the time, combined millions of people, logistics, and entire groups of elite soldiers, and The counted materials and money were thrown into the battlefield without any scruples.

Then, Augustus and the King of Kings sat and watched their soldiers and people flying in the flesh and blood in this meat grinder called "War". Pieces of blood-stained residual limbs and pieces of meat, piled up into the scarlet mountains towering into the clouds, wisps of red blood, gurgling out along the broken corpses, converging into crimson rivers and lakes in low-lying places— -This hellish scene of death stretches to the end of the field of vision.

Painhurs had already passed the second grade. In the face of such a magnificent and vast war, he did not feel enthusiastic, but felt a little creepy.

The two largest empires of this era, with the flesh and blood of millions of people, nourished the behemoths of war, the appetite has been so big that it makes people tremble. A mere 24,000 celebrities and horses, in a blink of an eye will be affected by this. Head giant beast, completely swallowed. What's more, it is impossible for him to take away all the men and horses. Gredinian must have a certain number of troops to frighten other vassals.

"So, shall we reject the other party's invitation? Warchief?"

The archdruid slowly recovered his vitality. He watched Painhurs's increasingly gloomy and terrible expression, and cautiously asked the leader's opinions.

"This war may be more cruel and vast than the Battle of Weeping Rain, or even the Battle of the Three Kings. The death charge of tens of thousands of soldiers cannot even change the direction of a local war. Our kingdom has just started. Is it really worth working hard in a war that has nothing to do with us?..."

Pain Hess expressed his concerns. He was afraid that everything he had accumulated so hard would be unbearably damaged in this unsettled war.

"So, I need an excuse to reject the invitation."

The warchief scratched his forehead sadly.

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The Thousandth Household of Bloodfury, and some elites from the Hanyue clan, after a long journey, finally returned to Diodosiya, the Royal Court of Horses and Horses set by the warchief himself.

In a grand banquet, he smiled at the Roman diplomatic envoy, the holy priest, and the commander of the Forbidden Army. The other party also smiled at the leader of the monster.

"Guests from afar, welcome your arrival!"

Painhurs tried to make his refusal, not so rude.

"I already know your request, and I sincerely hope that your mighty empire, your noble Majesty Augustus, can win this vast war. But..."

"A powerful warchief."

After hearing the two words [but], Brutus immediately grabbed the conversation. He raised the skull wine bottle full of goat milk in both hands, and expressed his respect to the monster chief high above. Then, from the dimension bag A small silver round shield was pulled out in the middle.

"This is a small gift that Augustus asked me to bring you. It is a superb shield forged by the most outstanding dwarf craftsman from light mithril."

Brutus introduced it endlessly.

"Because of the use of mythril material, this small shield tied to the left arm has almost no weight. It will not hinder the arcane spellcasting of the wizard or sorcerer. At the same time, it will provide you with unparalleled defensive power. This top mithril buckler can only be used by top mages! Only it can be equipped with a powerful warlock like you!"

"I can't accept such an expensive gift."

With short mouths and short hands, Painhurs immediately restrained his greed and politely declined the generous gift from the other party.

"If your troops are willing to fight for Augustus, the empire will not take any money when you receive goods in battle. Every time you kill any demon soldier, you can get silver equal to their head. If the opponent is a demon officer , You can get the same weight of gold as its head.

And, Panty Capone? what! The magic books owned by those colonists are less than one ten thousandth of those in Constantinople and Rome! We are willing to share with you these words and texts full of mysterious power! "

Brutus slowly stated the terms of employment of the empire in a seductive tone.

"These are additional benefits. Every man and horse who participates in the war will receive a reward of three Suders gold coins every day-until the end of the war."

"This······"

Painhurs was shocked by the wealth of the Eastern Roman Empire, but on the surface it was calm.

"In addition, if you are willing to send your soldiers to serve the empire, you will get more rewards."

Brutus looked at the leaders of the horses and horses present and threw out more chips. From the dimensional bag, he took out a beautifully made piece with countless words and pictures carved on the surface, and on the outside, it was also inlaid with a large number of green vines and leaves. Sturdy leather armor.

"You are Abhuos? The leader of the Withered Bones clan? This is a full-body armor made of white dragon leather: specially tailored for Druids!

The archmage of the White Tower personally carried out a wild enchantment for it-even after you transform, this dragon skin armor will protect your safety. This armor suits you, a great druid! "

The Withered Bones High Priest was stunned, this thing is indeed the ultimate dream of every druid, but...

"Dear War Chief, your weapons and equipment, food and water sources in the hands of the war are completely borne by the Empire.

We will open the weapon arsenal. We will use the best craftsmen in the empire, the strongest materials, and the armors forged, and will arm all the soldiers you send to the teeth. "

Painhurs took a deep breath. He did want to refuse the other party's solicitation, but Augustus gave too much...

Forget it, beg for wealth and insurance!

The warchief secretly made up his mind. The steelyard in his heart constantly weighs the price paid and the benefits that can be obtained for participating in this war, and along with Brutus's increasing bargaining chips, it gradually tilts towards the direction of the Roman Empire.

This war, which has nothing to do with people and horses, has had more advantages than disadvantages-with this war, he can obtain a large amount of resources that are not available to the small Gredinian Peninsula, so that this new kingdom can grow rapidly.

A huge risk represents a huge benefit-think about it, all the spoils won in the war belong to you, and almost all the elites of the two empires gathered in this war...

"Okay! Honorable ambassador, my army will join this war and fight side by side with your soldiers."

The warchief raised the skull wine bottle in his hand aloft, and paid his respects to the Roman ambassador under the banquet.

"May our friendship last until the end of time."

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