Augustus Under the Horseshoe

In the early morning of the next day, Painhurs woke up slowly from his dream amidst the crisp and sweet birdsong. The inside of the golden vertical pupil was no longer the ever-changing crystal labyrinth, but the lush dense forest.

Pieces of verdant green leaves full of morning dew, under the first breeze in the morning, the salsa rustled.

The warchief fell into a state of meditation, watching the changes in his body: dozens of blood pools were completely filled by the scarlet waterfall falling from the sky, and the blood pool on the top of the mountain grew a second giant crown cast by arcane magic.

After this terrible war, the Pale Warlock's understanding of arcane arts has become more refined. The five attributes of frost, flame, lightning, acid erosion, and sonic wave are just arcane energy in five different manifestations. .

Accompanied by the mysterious chanting sound, a group of arcane gleams and thousands of ice flickered on Painhurs’ pale fingers, accompanied by bursts of icy wind, surrounded by the light. Dance.

Zero ring magic, frozen rays.

As if there was an invisible arcane hand, gently brushing the freezing trick that was condensing and accumulating power. Suddenly, the icy blue arcane cold light turned into a bright and vivid orange color, and the dancing ice fragments also turned into clusters of flaming flames.

Based on the will of the warchief, the trick continued to change his attributes. The burning fire, under the shining of golden light, turned into serrated golden thunder snakes, crackling in the air.

Then came the green, brilliant golden lightning, which instantly turned into dark green corrosive acid, squirming his viscous, bubbling profane body, gurgling in the air.

In the end, all the light and elements disappeared, but the pale fingertips filled with arcane energy gave out disgusting and uncomfortable bass roars.

"This is one of the archmage's advanced arcane abilities: elemental control? Can you switch arcane attributes at will?"

A few wind howling warlocks approached enviously. Because of the bloodline, the bloodline arcane arts of these semi-element creatures are basically the type of storm and lightning. In the face of some monsters with high lightning resistance, they can only rely on bows and arrows. Fight with halberds.

"Yup."

Painhurs shot out this invisible sound wave ray with satisfaction, accurately hitting a flying bird with outstretched wings.

"How much food do we have? How many meals are enough?"

"It lasts two days at most."

Alakir sighed. I’m getting used to the good days. Following the council of God’s chosen descendants, and the tribe of the warchief, the number of cattle and sheep has skyrocketed. The dark ages that cannot be eaten.

"Take all the trip ropes and hoops away, and stand there, Magnus? Please fly into the sky to see if there is any cooking smoke nearby."

"Warchief? We are going to raid the Roman village? But...now our identity is Augustus's mercenary. If we do this, will we break our face with them?"

Several howling men and horses said hesitantly.

"Now here, is the purple eagle flag or the golden sphinx flag flying?

Those people, is the food grown now handed over to the Romans or the Persians?

Who are they serving now? Is it supporting the Roman Empire or the Persian Empire's war machine, which continues to operate in this vast war? "

Looking at the silent clansman, Painhurs continued to pack his luggage and put the three twisted sharp branches inside the backpack.

At this moment, Magnus also brought back news: about two kilometers to the west, there was a faint smoke.

"Remember! We are now, on the enemy's chassis, do things carefully, any carelessness may ruin your lives!"

The warchief waved his hand fiercely, leading a group of men and horses, and set off in mighty.

They did not rush to attack. Instead, they set up camp in a more remote and hidden location. On the first night, the sorcerers who recovered their spell positions began to work, hunting with their weapons, investigating the situation in the village, and guarding the camp, leaving the other half. The warlock can restore his ability to cast spells in a peaceful sleep.

Soon, one hundred and fifty-eight man-horse warlocks had returned to their heyday, and inside the lavender pupils, bunches of shrill electric lights were shining crazily in the eye sockets again.

Painhurs nodded in satisfaction, and gently raised the halberd in his hand. The horses and horses were like hunting wolves, quietly spreading out in the forest, and then showing sharp fangs to the poor village.

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