Augustus Under the Horseshoe

When the Platinum Star achieved an overwhelming advantage on the front battlefield, the lord of the Twelfth Legion also turned into a dark and elegant deep dragon, fought fiercely above the secluded clouds with two blue dragons.

Under the thunder and lightning, three terrifying black shadows obscured the sky and the moon, and a series of shocking thunder beams whizzed and shredded the low clouds. On the black scales, they hit a series of zigzag-shaped electric scorch marks. , The black fog of death that corroded flesh and blood, danced wildly and melted everything that was touched. Pieces of blue dragon scales were corrupted and transpired into plumes of white smoke, exposing large pieces of tender muscles.

Priest Drow on the back of the dragon bent his bow and set an arrow. In just six seconds, he poured out six dead arrows burning with dark magic flames and glowing with the dark green glow to the blue dragon. Those poisoned Feather arrows roared in the air, dancing, grinning, and hitting heavily on the blue dragon scales.

On the right, the tauren sang triumphantly all the way, in a nearly crushing posture, jumped to help one after another simple fishing boat, and slaughtered the Persian sailors one after another, in the blood-coagulated roar, The half-man, half-devil navy was beaten to a rout and retreated one after another.

At this moment, the Roman priest also completed his spell in the long chanting and praying. The refreshing sea breeze has blown away the low and dark cumulonimbus clouds. The first ray of dawn in the morning splattered here. Above the sea where blood, corpses, and crumbs of boats were removed.

Soon, a bright and magnificent golden sunrise drilled through the waves of the east, and the warm morning sun covered the blood-colored battlefield with a layer of golden tulle.

Its daybreak.

The giant ships full of Roman soldiers were finally in the melee until dawn, and the small boats that took advantage of the night assault, there is no way to hide from the endless blue sea, and there is no way to avoid it. I was able to watch the collision angles of the giant ships, all aimed at his own ships.

And those galleys that almost fell under the raid by the orcs and Teflin have also received the support of friendly forces. The dense crossbow sea obscures the sky and the sky-shaking battle roar rushes into the sky!

A row of galleys quickly approached the occupied ships. A whole group of Roman soldiers lined up in a neat and orderly formation. Under the guidance of the eagle flag, in the singing of the war, they moved forward frantically, with a thick handle. The blade of the ridge epee shone with bright golden sun rays!

"For the empire! Go forward!!!"

At the bottom of the warship, in the slave compartments on the upper and lower floors, countless warlords waved their whips high and slapped the **** backs of the slaves, ordering these slaves to paddle at full speed. Inside the wooden fort at the bow and tail of the sailboat, the soldiers manipulated the terrifying scorpion crossbow, and used the sharp spears with the thickness of adult male thighs. Aiming at the Persian ship with the golden flag waving in the distance, the dark and secluded Greek fire like an abyss is also in the sealed container, ready to go.

"Woo-woo -"

Under the golden dawn, in the high-pitched and stern horns, and under the eagle flag fluttering in the wind, the command system of the fleet was re-established. Hundreds of tall and mighty stern giant ships, like woody mountains, exude terror. The spears rushed to the enemy’s ship!

"It's leaking! It's leaking! Abandon the ship!!!"

The Teflins screamed in panic and despair. A terrible spear fell from the sky and tore directly through the chest of a sailor, nailing him to the bottom of the cabin.

The cold water, mixed with red blood, followed the hole in the bottom of the ship and surged crazily, forcing a large number of sailors to abandon the boat and escape - but how could their swimming speed be faster than the speed of a double-deck sailboat? A large number of sailors were either drawn into the bottom of the giant ship, drowned alive, or stunned by the rising and falling oars, and slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

The situation of the war has been reversed.

"Retreat! Retreat!!!"

At the same time, everyone received a communication from Da Muhu, the commander of this war, commanding the remaining fleet in an extremely embarrassing manner.

"Don't worry about those fleets, we have found something better! Astemus is on! We have found the crown of the Persian First Empire!!!"