Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar four hundred years, Julius month, the twenty-first day. (June 21, 400 AD)

Irushiel waved the scimitar in his hand irritably, the blazing flames of hell, and the biting frost and snow flakes, in the air, drawn two gorgeous arcs, above the scarlet and delicate face, soft and gorgeous Under the veil, a pair of lavender pupils flashed with the dangerous cold light of choosing people.

"Listen up, brothers and sisters! I fought against that white horse and I know it's great!"

Taking advantage of the gap time on the way, the dancers of the shadows taught their own combat experience to the killers under his command.

"The monster is insidious, cunning, scheming, and powerful. It is good at using the magic of the illusion school to conceal its true purpose. If we act separately, we will have no chance of winning-but his life skills have been consumed in the use of magic. Above, the melee attack is a mess, nothing special except for a little more strength. If the time is long enough, my scimitar can slowly shave him into a stick."

"leader?"

Suddenly, a shadow dancer raised his arm suspiciously.

"However, the King of Kings gave us a thick document. The above shows that this guy's fighting ability is terrible! You also said that it attacked like a stormy sea. The two wars were repelled separately. Da Muhu and your sharp edge even killed a newly promoted archmage!"

"That's because of his magic! Magic! The pale warlock is extremely good at spells, arming himself into a killing machine full of arcane power.

Damn, I suspect that guy is actually a demon prince in a monster skin! Like some purgatory creatures, it is obviously not a priest, but it can use divine magic, even [divine power]? ! Its clumsy attacking moves, bathed in the **** gift of a scarlet god, can even defeat my double swords! Damn it! I have never seen that god! Whether it is Sassanid Persia or the Roman Empire, he has never been seen. "

Yilu Xier's mood became more and more irritable, and the speed of his hand with the scimitar became more and more violent, and the sharp blade made waves of sorrowful whistling in the air.

"However, the white horse also has weaknesses. His magic does not last long, and it takes a lot of time to prepare: we can last until his spell time runs out, or we don’t give him any reaction time and directly attack and kill, or, Tear a scroll against the magic field-once the opponent's buffs are stacked up, even me, can't easily win."

The shadow dancers thought for a while, and felt that it was more reliable to kill by surprise, not giving the opponent any time to cast. They discussed the plan of assassination intensely, using the ability of shadow jumping to sneak attacks, feint attacks, and beheaded. , Brought the head of the white horse, together with the crown of witchcraft, to the front of the King of Kings.

Just as the shadow dancers were discussing in full swing, a half-magic assassin with the lowest qualifications raised his right hand weakly.

"That... Captain Irushiel? Should we discuss how to find those white horses?"

Silence, endless silence.

The assassin's words were like a basin of bitter cold water pouring on the heads of all the shadow dancers. The chattering killers instantly became speechless, the noisy meeting place, for a time, the silence was a bit terrifying.

Three days later, the King of Kings ordered him to chase down that nasty white horse. Three full days have passed. The shadow dancers contacted all the nearby garrisons and ordered them to disperse into small teams and go to nearby ones. Territory, looking for traces of horses and horses, but still nothing.

The elite of Sassanid Persian was almost concentrated in the east by the King of Kings, ready to launch a general attack on the steel cage, and now there is only a Tevlin cavalry of a thousand troops.

Most of the rest are cruel and terrible wolves, and some renegade elves: the king of kings did not deprive these elves and nobles of the rights, but gave them more generous treatment. Under the heavy money, they even instigated rebellion. The governors of several cities let them kneel down willingly, breaking the ruling scepter given by Augustus, and offering their loyalty to the demons.

In the past few days, they have done their utmost to carry out a carpet search of the neighborhood. However, whether it is the ferocious wolf rider of the jackal or the swift cavalry of Teflin, let alone catching up with Painhurs, there is no horseshoe mark I found one: The warchief took his men and walked in the crystal clear stream for several hours, not to mention the horseshoe prints, even the war dogs could not smell their breath, and went crazy in circles.

Several consecutive searches, and in the end, the failure of Sasanian Persian ended.

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Accompanied by the sound of rustling friction, several wolves pushed aside the lush branches and leaves of the woods and walked tremblingly towards the temporary residence of the shadow dancers.

"Report to Lord Demon, we still haven't been able to find the trace of the other party. Their hoofprints have long been broken, and there is no clue to follow."

"Trash! A bunch of trash! I have let your majesty down once, do you want me to fail a second time before your majesty?"

Accompanied by the terrible sound of a scimitar cutting the flesh, Irushiel, who was in an extremely bad mood, directly used these empire's vassals as a tool for venting.

She took the knife in her hand and cut off half of the ear of the jackal. The **** wounds quickly froze into crystal clear blood-colored ice flowers in the flying icy debris.

"Get out! I'll give you one last chance to throw all your people out! There are more than a hundred people and horses, can they disappear?"

The jackal man with half his ears cut off gave out a painful wailing. He hurried back and took the people out of the jungle. Angrily ordered to eat more jackals and the renegade elven war gang to search for the men and horses. Of the trail.

"Magic······Master Demon Descendant?"

Another leader of the gnoll war gang came tremblingly. They saw the tragic experience of the previous gnoll in full view. At this moment, they trembled with fear, and even clamped their tail between their legs.

"Go ahead, what information did you bring?"

The dancer of the shadow rotates his wrist, letting the frosty scimitar, which is entwined with thousands of frost and snow, is again in the air, whizzing across a few cold arcs.

"Big big...sir!!!"

The jackal dropped his ears in horror and let them stick to his furry head. Then, he raised his hands and covered his wolf ears tightly, fearing that his ears would be Cut off by Irushiel.

With a speed that the naked eye could not capture, the Shadow Dancer once again swung the scimitar in his hand and chopped it out against the opponent's scalp. Several tawny wolf hairs were immediately burned out in the flames.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"I, we, did not find a trace of a man or horse, but!"

After hearing the word "no", the Shadow Dancer swung out the scimitar in his hand irritably, and the scared jackal man sat on the ground!

"But! A half-elf said, he saw it!!"

Irushiel stopped the movement in his hand, the scimitar burning with **** flames, stopped just above the tip of the opponent's nose, and his lavender eyes stared at the cunning eyes of the jackals.

"Bring...Bring it up!"

The jackals who were lucky enough to escape from the knife hurriedly wailed and howled loudly. Several jackals in chain armor immediately escorted a half-elf and came to the shadow dancer's side.

"Who are you? What do you know? Why do you want to inform?"

The Shadow Dancer casually tore open a scroll of divine art that discerns lies, to confirm the authenticity of the other party's words.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Big...sir, I'm the third child in the house, you can call me the third. Yesterday, those people passed by our village: Suka. Those half-man, half-horse monsters said they were here. The information-gatherers brutally slaughtered all the jackals! They also robbed a lot of food! We were unable to resist, so we had to wait for them to leave and report the truth to you!"

The half-elf licked his face and said flatly, if he had a tail, he would have been shaking at this moment.

"As for why? Augustus won't be as generous as you. If you report a rebel, you will be rewarded with a hundred gold coins—sir, you will keep your promise, right?"

Iroshiel nodded in satisfaction. This guy didn't lie. As for the magic to discern lies? How could an ordinary person have that stuff.

"Give this half-elf named San a hundred gold coins! Promote him to a tenth captain and join the army! And spread his deeds to the surroundings and tell the elves: Sasanian Persia, never violate your promise! "

Irushiel turned around and left, unfolded a sophisticated strategic map, and reworked the battle plan with the shadow dancers under his command.

"Look, the village named Suka, at this location, flees to the west...he has run 50 kilometers in one day, and he may be in these five locations now!"

"Wait, the other party will bypass the heavily guarded fortress and fortress in order to keep secrets. Three can be eliminated!"

The Teflins excitedly pointed on the map, guessing the possible movement of the white horse.

"It's impossible for him to go to the mountains in the north! Their goal must be the steel cage to the west. Then everyone can rule out a road!"

The evil gazes of the half-devils, at this moment, all gathered at one point on the map. If the guess is correct, in another 24 hours, those half-man, half-horse monsters will pass through this woodland.

"Quick! Homing pigeon! Mage! Warlock! Use any method you can think of to contact the nearby city fortress! Let the local lord send troops as quickly as possible to stop those guys! Whatever the cost!"

The ten shadow dancers quickly entered a state of war, and immediately rode a tall, strong steed, accompanied by a series of dull horseshoes, and galloped into the distance.

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