Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Chiliqia Province, located in the mountains of Asia Minor, a fertile basin near the sea, is dotted with towns and densely populated. Among the forests, there are hundreds of villages and fields of various sizes, even those who have just occupied it. Teflin did not dare to say that he controlled all the villages.

And this unnamed village in the woods was not included under the rule of the King of Kings until a few days ago. There are about one hundred and fifty half-elves, shivering and shivering in more than thirty simple, old thatched houses.

Their humble resistance almost instantly fell apart under the iron horses of Sasanian Persian. The blood-stained wooden stakes were torn and penetrated through the resistance leader’s lower body. Amid the heartbreaking screams, the rough wooden stakes rubbed her soft internal organs, throat pipes, and finally accompanied by a lot of warmth. The hot blood, and the broken flesh and blood, pierced the elf's blushing lips, making her terrible expression twisted by the pain, forever solidified on the elegant and delicate face.

After that, Teflin tied a golden sphinx flag to the top of the stake and erected it in the center of the village. Demonstrating the ruling authority of Sassanid Persian, tell all the elves who dare to resist: what will happen to idiots who do not obey the rule of the King of Kings.

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In the early morning sound of roosters, the half-elves gradually woke up from their sleep. They ate a little, and then they carried farm tools and tremblingly pushed open the dilapidated door of the house, which was on the wooden stakes, hunting The Sassanid banner and the miserable corpse that never decayed with necromancy imposed by the priest made everyone tremble in extreme fear.

After Teflin's cavalry left, it was a team of hateful jackals with upright feet that managed the small village.

The monsters who were also awakened by the **** crow rubbed their sleepy eyes, yawned, and neatly put on their own equipment: flexible leather armor, strong wooden shield, sharp battle axe, and a short handle. Bow and a pot of feather arrows.

Ten heavily armed jackals walked on the path of the village bravely, enjoying the fearful gaze of the villagers around them. They went into the corral and picked out a fat goat at random. Then they swarmed up and held down the animal’s. The limbs and hundreds of skeletons, in the sharp, piercing wailing, with terrifying fangs and claws, severely tore its delicious flesh and blood, and swallowed it alive.

Jackals are not hungry, so they don't choose food. It's the miserable howls of those creatures before they die. For these greedy hyenas, it is the most wonderful mealtime soundtrack.

"Thank you! Please thank the King of Kings for bringing you order and prosperity! Mortals!"

Accompanied by a series of flapping sounds of fleshy wings and air, a scarlet little devil fluttered with a bat wing that was bigger than his own, hovering over the entire village, preaching the Sassanian Persian code, slowly Distorted, changing the minds of the elves.

"The land you farm and graze is all owned by the King of Kings! Without the gift of the empire? You have no land on which you can make ends meet!"

While chattering endlessly, the scarlet devil took out a thick pile of purgatory contracts by the way.

"Come on, new people of Sassanid Persia, sign this clause! As long as you sign it, you will get permanent farming rights to this land, and you will receive 600 copper coins every month!

At the same time, you only need to pay nineteen taxes on the income from farming and grazing on the empire's land! Nineteen taxes! There is a full tenth, which can be reserved for your own use, and you only need to pay nine tenths to your majesty! This method loves the people, who dares to be unhappy? "

The scarlet little devil, who seemed to enjoy the sales promotion process, narrowed his eyes in intoxication, flapped his wings, and turned a few funny circles in the air.

"Ah, the King of Kings generously made his precious promise: This requires you to work hard for Sasanian Persia in your life, and after your death, you will be able to come to the scarlet kingdom of Astimos, Lord of the Nine Hells. ! Enjoy the eternal contract there! Come and sign this agreement!"

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In the distant woodland, Painhurs frowned. The threat level of the ten wolves in that small group was almost zero. One hundred and fifty civilians, it was very easy to blockade.

But this little devil...killed him, and he could only be exiled back to Barto's Purgatory. In case the devil was practicing on another plane, contact Teflin again...

"You go to kill the jackals and block the passages of the village. You can't let any villager go, and you can't let anyone divulge our tracks-the little devil, leave it to me."

"Your will."

The pale warlock nodded in satisfaction, and accompanied by the mysterious chanting sound, his pale god-jun body instantly dissipated in the shade of the trees and faded away, leaving only a series of crisp horseshoe sounds.

In the middle of the village, the little devil was still preaching and selling his contract, and he hadn't been idle for a moment, and the stars spattered all over the sky.

Suddenly, a pale ghost appeared in the corner of his eyes, a magnificent and splendid crystal tentacles, whizzed out of Painhurs' right arm, and reflected countless ways on the first ray of sunlight in the morning. Brilliant and dazzling golden rays,

Suddenly, that beautiful arcane tentacles instantly transformed into a gloomy and blasphemous dark green face. The surface of hundreds of millions of crystals also reflected a creepy, rotten face! The little devil was caught off guard, and was hit by the tentacles in the chest. A fissure of flesh and blood was torn open. The terrible wound quickly turned pus, accompanied by the smell of smoke, dark green viscous juice, mixed in In the dripping blood, gurgled out.

The little devil's eyes widened in horror, his limbs and wings were as heavy as lead, unable to move a single bit, and fell straight down. He tried to open his mouth to call for help, but found that he was so weak that he couldn't even move his tongue!

"Strange...Monster!!!"

The white horse that appeared suddenly scared all the nearby creatures. The long-term fighting and fighting caused the warchief’s whole body to be entwined with a killing intent of death, and between his gestures, he exudes shocking coercion. , Especially when he was angry and attacked, that terrifying ferocity, like an invisible sea, raised waves of death surging around!

"ALanNure Painhus!!!"

The howling men and horses were also scattered into fifteen teams, whizzing out of the forest, the rapid hoof sound shook the sky and the earth, and the terrifying battle roar resounded through the sky.

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