Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The flame burned out, the black smoke dissipated, and a dense energy shield painted with flame totems, blocking the sun flame of the lion, and the body of the warchief, it was like a bright red abyss. A blazing fire snake, the stormy waves formed by it, swallowed all of it.

Just when the other party was shocked, the energy enchantment that gobbled up the sun's blazing fire spewed out an unusually brilliant flame ray: No, it was not an ordinary fire, but a bright, magnificent crystal tentacles.

The nearby fire light, at the moment it shines on it, causes the hundreds of millions of finely divided crystal faces to reflect hundreds of millions of beautiful flame beams at the same time!

"Pouch!!"

The double armor forged with fine gold was nothing but a tendril of arcane. The crystal tentacles reflecting the flames of light directly passed through the opponent's heavy armor, and were deeply submerged in the flesh and blood of the monster, continuously drawing on the blood and vitality of the Sphinx, and transporting it to Painhurs’s. In the body, the terrifying wounds of the pale warlock were healed.

The prince of Armenia's eyes widened in horror: the other party grabbed his spear and pulled it out with all his might. It was enough to see the rear view and the scarlet holes spewing out blood sprays were actually visible to the naked eye. Speed, fast healing.

And with the passage of time, I became weaker and weaker.

Hand of Higher Arcane·Vampire Touch.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of thunder, Painhurs loosened his right hand holding the halberd, and from his waist, pulled out the natural disaster war blade of the descendant of God, the Sphinx hurriedly raised his shield to block his fragile flesh and blood. Behind shields, scale armor, heavy chain armor, and even thick lion fur.

However, these ridiculous defenses are meaningless in front of the warchief. Accompanied by the eerie and terrible growl, the sharp blade instantly transforms into a faint blue body, passing straight through the Sphinx’s fourfold. Defensively, the death blade wrapped around the ten thousand zhang thunder snake was fiercely sent into the opponent's chest.

"You rushed straight up, are you in a hurry to die? Idiot! Come back soon!!!"

Just as the warchief was preparing to make up the last sword for this dying half-man and half-lion, two terrifying feather arrows that were the size of a spear, whizzed through the warm air, and shot them accurately. The head of a centaur.

That cluster of arrows, filled with terrifying arcane energy, was still in the frosty storm, exuding bursts of piercing chills.

In desperation, Painhurs had to jump back, away from the lion, and the spear-sized terror arrow, watching them, tearing through the hard body of three trees along the way.

Are they carrying a siege crossbow in their carriage? Didn't you see such a big thing just now?

The warchief turned his head to the side in doubt, and saw a heroic Teflin girl holding a large composite longbow that was not commensurate with her size. The blue-green leather wristbands were nailed with rows of gold. The buttons of, as if there are a pair of invisible palms, extend from the wristbands to help this half-devil, and can control specially large monsters and make war weapons.

If the skin of the ordinary demon descendant is the kind of crimson color like the flames of hell, then her skin is a very attractive pale pink face-hell, after the devil’s horns, there is even a pair of long Pointy ears.

Elf?

When Painhurs was surprised, Teflin archer bent the bow and set the arrow again-in terms of her small arm, even if she had enough strength, she did not have enough length, and opened the two-meter-long compound. longbow.

However, the pair of wristbands spilled out a wave of invisible magical energy, wrapped around her slender arm in chain mail, really pulling the compound longbow into a terrifying full moon! A large feather arrow, at the moment it leaves the string, will be accompanied by a surging arcane wave, roaring, roaring, howling wildly in the air, swelling into a huge spear! The whistling tore through the air, wiping the face of the warlock and flying into the distance, again accompanied by a thunderous roar, tearing through several huge trees in succession!

This is simply a humanoid self-propelled war machine! ! !

Seeing that the archers were pushing back the pale men and horses, a black and white dalmatian-like jackal suddenly jumped out of the dark and rescued the seriously injured half-man and half-lion. The soldiers who had just finished the night shift nearby had to drag their tired bodies to fight back and fight again.

Some jackal druids with animal skins and antlers on their heads immediately chanted the prayers of nature, using vigorous green energy to heal the injuries of the Armenian prince, and stepped their two front paws into Barto. The lion from the nine prisons was pulled back alive.

"A spellcaster, an archer, and a golden cannon fodder-something is wrong, what's the matter with those two shadow dancers? They are exactly the same as the assassin on the ship, with the same skills and abilities. Could it be that she has a part in this matter?

Painhurs had many thoughts, but his body subconsciously raised his hand, calling out a stormy sea composed of thousands of dead souls. The wave of the dead soul, with his pale body as the center of the vortex, whizzed around! Countless demons and demons engulfed in undead energy roared, rushed, screamed, using non-existent fangs and claws to tear the flesh and blood of everyone nearby, let their will, in this terrifying picture scroll, collapse! collapse!

The tired army, whose eyelids could not be held open all night, fell apart in the sight of this nightmare. Accompanied by the tragic and terrifying wailing sound, the warchief was frightened by the warchief. Several Drews Yi was even interrupted from the singing of the magic arts, and ran away after clamping his tail!

"tread!!!"

With a wave of death covering the sky, Painhurs launched a massive death charge against the **** archer. The thousands of ghosts constructed by the undead arcane, centered on the pale warlock, Pushing forward, while shaking his terrifying body, screaming death screaming! As if waving the flag for his master!

The bloodthirsty murderous intent that permeated him was raised to the limit in the sound of horses' hoofs and the terrifying waves that swept the world. For a while, that fierce and terrifying aura was like an unforgettable one. The wave of apocalypse at the end suddenly appeared in front of her, and it was so oppressive that people could not breathe!

"boom!!!"

The white scaly on the left and a bunch of black-haired wolves warlocks on the right, tremblingly stretched out their right paws, and lifted them violently. Numerous crystal clear ice, like bamboo shoots after a rain, rose from the ground, accompanied by With every bit of cold white frost mist, it turned into a tall and majestic wall of ice! It lies between the archers and the horses.

"Protect the archer! Don't let the horse get close! The opponent's attack range is limited! Several terrifying spells require the 30-foot reach of the advanced arcane hand! Don't get too close to the opponent!"

A confident smile appeared on Painhurs' blood-stained face. There is at least a shadow dancer nearby who can completely suppress him in close hand-to-hand combat. Just considering whether to retreat first, the other party gave a icy city wall as a gift for the meeting!

Accompanied by the mysterious singing voice, a dry hot wind suddenly blew in all directions, depriving every human body of moisture. The hot storm engulfed bright red clouds, from all directions, condensed on the top of the ice wall, Under the control of the elements and the arcane ability that is sufficient to change the spell attributes, the biting icy rainstorm was transformed into a blazing arcane fire, whizzing down from the sky!

"laugh--"

Countless groups of burning arcane flames, like a continuous downpour, hit the ice city wall with heavy blows. The terrifying high temperature quickly melted the opponent's cold body, and sprayed unusually rich steam around. Cloudiness.

Under the ravages of the blazing rain, the ice quickly evaporates, dissolves, and turns into a thick steam mist, spreading wildly in all directions, enveloping everyone in a cloud of invisible clouds.

In this thick fog, the Jackal Warlock, Teflin Archer, and Lion Warrior chose to retreat immediately, hiding in the shadows, and the shadow dancers waiting for opportunities chose to wait. The pale warlock displayed the illusion magic he had just learned.

Accompanied by the strange and unpredictable chanting sound, the great chief’s six limbs and hundreds of skeletons quickly ooze strands of pure arcane energy. They continue to distort their illusory energy form, change the colorful colors of their body, and quickly piece it together. , Fusion, and finally turned into a pale, handsome half-man and half-horse, looking no different from Painhurs.

Seven-ring illusion and projection.

Outside of the thick fog, the group of people held their breath, detecting the movement of the white horse, preparing to launch a thunderous blow when he was exposed. With the passage of time, the steam cloud became lighter and thinner, almost dissipated, and a pale pale The phantom of Wang, also like a winter storm, suddenly burst out of the clouds and fled into the distance.

"Man and horse!!!"

The Armenian prince who survived the catastrophe wanted to redeem his dignity shattered by the warchief. He let out an angry roar, raised his shield and spear, and his four shaggy claws lined up on the ground, charging directly into the battle! Fortunately, his two teammates understood the lion's hot temper very well and stopped him.

"Don't forget! According to the information, this guy is also good at illusion, so try it out first!"

A shadow dancer instantly melted into the shadow of the jackal. In the next second, a terrifying black phantom crawled out of the shadow of the white horse, sharp daggers, and huge halberds, accompanied by a harsh and harsh The sound of friction slammed together, splashing sparks in the sky!

"It's not an illusion, it's a real body, hell, this monster is so powerful."

The shadow dancer, who was almost shocked by the opponent's strange power, broke his palm, reintegrated into the shadow, and returned to his teammate.

After the confirmation, these talents relaxed, and immediately started chasing and killing the people who fled in the distance. The archer frowned slightly-the opponent ran too fast, and after a while, it exceeded his own. The best range.

No way, Teflin bent his bow and arrows, quickly galloped forward, looking for a suitable sniper position, but didn't want to, a pale and handsome tall centaur, dispersed its invisible camouflage, and appeared behind him—that This kind of unbreathable fear of death, once again oppressed, destroying her fragile will!

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