Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Although the shadow dancers were still a day away from the centaurs, Irushiel relied on a teleportation scroll to directly teleport a shadow killer under his command to the west of Painhurs.

The shadow dancer moved quickly, relying on the token given by the King of Kings, mobilized the nearby jackals and arranged them at all the water sources in the nearby woods-although they could not accurately predict the opponent's route, they at least wanted to drink Water it.

In the end, a total of more than one thousand two hundred jackals, and two Tevlin's hundred cavalry teams, joined this terrible hunt.

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On the other side, Painhurs took his people, like a killing wind, through the dense forest, slender and strong horseshoes, just like instinct, galloping freely in the overgrown forest, whether it is cold or stiff underfoot. The thorns, vines, or the tall, dense cypresses and beech nearby, can't slow down the speed of the horses and horses.

The centaur’s food is still surplus, but the fresh water they carry with them is almost exhausted. When they came out, no one thought that such a thing would happen. The sealed water bag brought a high-intensity march to let the monsters. Panting, sweating like rain, the temperature of the body's surface rose rapidly, just like the fearless who used the **** rage.

"Warchief? It's not quite right, there are more and more jackals nearby! Are we exposed?"

Alakir wiped the dripping sweat from his temples and asked suspiciously. His lavender hair, which has been thoroughly soaked in sweat, sticks softly into hairballs, clinging to the skin, a falcon that has been made into a devil, flapping its black wings, lightly Lightly landed on the left arm of Chief Wind Howl and told him nearby intelligence.

"It's weird, the nearby water source is full of greedy hyenas standing upright on two legs. The smallest pile contains about forty or fifty jackals. This density is a bit exaggerated, and there are more howling in the wind. Sagittarius"

Magnus also withdrew his invisibility technique, frowning vigilantly.

"Are we exposed? How is this possible? Except for the half-elves in that small village, no one has seen our movements!"

"No way, take us there."

Painhurs quickly measured the gains and losses. If he went to the water source, at most a small-scale conflict would erupt, and the worst result would be to expose his position.

However, if you don't go to the water source, this group of people will die of hunger, thirst and dehydration 100%.

The wind howling warlocks who had been on the road for a long time forced their way into battle. Ten of the most outstanding archers barely played with the Jackal’s miniature short bows. They couldn’t even straighten their arms and bend their bows and shoot arrows. It is as funny as an adult curled up in a stroller.

The others, waving the metal throwing axe in their hands, and the sharpened branches, quietly touched the edge of the stream, waiting for the command of the chief.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, the hounds kept in captivity by the jackals seemed to smell the breath of the centaur and gave out a dull low growl. They raised their heads vigilantly and looked at the dense woods with dark and moist noses, at the speed of a ghost animal. Convulsed.

The eight-pointed black star shone brightly, and the chaotic energy surged.

An invisible barrier of chaos shrouded the sky above the jackals in an instant. The hounds desperately tore their throats, but couldn't make any noise. The jackals who talked to each other narrowed their eyes in confusion. For a moment, they didn't know it was their ears. Deaf, or the other party's mouth is dumb.

The headed Jackal barely caught the sound of the warchief chanting a spell. He tilted his head like an ordinary cat and dog, trying to judge the source of the sound by the time difference between the sound reaching his two ears.

However, it was too late, the magical space had been formed, and everything around turned into endless silence. The erect jackals tried to roar from their throats, but there was still deathly terrible silence around them!

"Kill them, don't keep one!"

Painhurs roared in anger. Although the centaurs were not trained with throwing axe, fortunately, these wolves were dense enough. They tried their best to spin and throw out ten sharp tomahawks, sharp axes. The blade made a sharp and piercing sound in the air, and hit the body of the jackal beast heavily, splashing sorrowful blood-colored flowers!

The strange power of the horses and horses is so great that the battle axes easily rip apart the armor and fur of the monsters, and effortlessly cut the soft flesh and blood, submerged deeply in the bones of those monsters, and smashed them. Fell to the ground.

Although the jackals could not hear the sound, they could feel the death and tremor caused by hundreds of horses and horses trampling the ground at the same time. With the acceleration brought by the running, the howling man and horse threw sharp wooden stakes and crude javelins in their hands, whizzing across the warm sky, like a black death cloud covering the sky and the sun, just like A terrible downpour poured over the enemy's head!

Accompanied by the fleeting bright red night flowers, the jackal cried silently.

Under the weird power of the horses and horses, those primitive and rough wooden weapons have also obtained extremely terrible killing power. Their flesh and blood are torn and pierced by sharp branches, and the thin hyenas are either wrapped up. The terrible force on the branches knocked them into the air, or the sharpened thorns were nailed to the ground or tree trunks alive, making them immobile!

The archers hiding in the woods used sharp eyes like falcons, aiming at the enemy's weakness, and shooting deadly arrows from various tricky angles.

In a surprise attack, the centaurs eliminated nearly forty wolves and more than a dozen remaining monsters. Before the opponent approached, they scattered and screamed and fled. A black hyena in a cloth robe was rushing out. After the silent force field, it moved a hundred feet away in an instant!

Accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, the wind howl warlock casually called out lavender screams of electric light, crackling on his five fingers, but immediately, he was sternly stopped by the chief.

"Are you crazy? There are wolves all around, we are already very dynamic, you have to call for a thunder? Archer! Aim at the escaped caster!"

Under Painhurs’ orders, ten archers pulled the extremely unfit short bow into ten terrifying full moons, sniping the fleeing jackal a hundred feet away, six of them failed, and three failed to shoot. In the key, only the last sharp arrow, whistling, flying, and howling, happened to shoot through the opponent's throat! The dripping blood was sprayed everywhere, even running down the wound and filling its lungs, causing the jackal man to drown in his own blood in pain.

"Awesome! With such a handy weapon, at such a distance, you actually hit the neck!"

The archers turned their heads in surprise and praised their comrades, but the other side scratched their heads in embarrassment.

"Actually, I am aiming at its head..."

However, at this moment there are still a dozen wolves wailing and fleeing in all directions. If there are enough feather arrows in the hands of the horses and horses, they will definitely not be able to run away, but at this moment, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

"Disperse, catch up with them at all costs, kill them, bring your bow, arrow and battle axe with you..."

The warchief hadn't spoken yet, a few wolves actually bent their bows and shot arrows into the sky while running! The violent wind whizzed through the bony arrow clusters, like an abominable banshee, over the stream, sending out a creepy scream of death!

The stern and terrifying whistling sound can be heard clearly even if it is six or seven kilometers away.

Even more terrifying is that after experiencing a brief silence, the same sharp and piercing sound of dysprosium rang out in the jungle a few kilometers away!

"Okay! Don't chase! Everyone! Add water here immediately, fill the water bag, and we will evacuate immediately! Magnus! They should all be equipped with Mingdi, you go pick a few, find a direction, from Throw it down from the sky and interfere with their judgment! Anyway, when you were on the way, you lay on my shoulder to sleep, and now you have the best physical strength!"

While giving orders, Painhurs knelt on the outside of the stream, raised a handful of clear stream water with both hands, and sent it to his lips. At this moment, the time is urgent, and I can't worry about boiling the water to sterilize it, and it's a big deal to go back and let the druid treat it.

More than one hundred and fifty horses and horses, seize the time, drank the sweet water of the stream, replenishing the lost water, and used water bags, packages, and even empty quiver to carry the hard-won source of water, confirm your companions After loading, he jumped into the water and used the cold stream to help the body dissipate heat for the next round of running.

"Warchief, we have captured forty-one short bows, forty-one pot arrows, and forty-one tomahawks on the jackals."

The people who were slowing down ransacked the equipment on the corpse at the fastest speed. The number of archers increased to 51, and the other 51 people and horses were also equipped with terrifying throwing axes. It can be regarded as forming a long-range force again.

"Warchief! I caught a live one!"

Suddenly, a centaur grabbed the fur on the back of the jackal man's neck with one hand and slid him over. The monster was trembling with fright and almost passed unconscious.

Pain Hess turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the man's expression was extremely complex, ranging from grievance, dissatisfaction, sadness and anger.

"He said that a Teflin teleported over and ordered all the wolves nearby to move out overnight: According to him, a half-elf betrayed our position! It must be from that village!"

The warlock was furious, and even his lips trembled slightly.

"Guess, what did the other party do? For 100 gold coins, he did it for one hundred gold coins! Now, that guy has become a model for half demons to educate and tame the people here-I bah! Let me meet him again, and I must be alive and well. It's torn in half!"

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