Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"It's just a prisoner. When she wakes up, it is estimated that she will be able to dig up a lot of information."

Painhurs shook the halberd at will, causing Teflin's naked and enchanting carcass to sway gently in the air.

Just as they had just crossed over and could not accept the lower body of the horse for a while, these half-man and half-horse monsters, after seeing the upper body of Irushiel, were short of breath and blushing, but when they found this Taf After Lin's body was not a horse, he immediately felt dull, and cast his eyes elsewhere-of course, everything is listed, and there were also a dozen bloodrage fighters who went crazy in the brothel of Rhode Island.

"Are the chasers still chasing us?"

Painhurs said sadly.

"Well, they stopped chasing. Although I don't know what you did, the warchief, but those chasing soldiers retreated wildly at all costs, as if to rescue, protect, or something important, and then they were inexplicable. The collapsed."

Alakir shook his head.

"It's nothing, I almost destroyed their command system. Teflin, who was responsible for hunting us down, was also hung on my halberd. It would be fine if they were defeated. There is no longer any hindrance to our way home."

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A few days later, when a crowd of people had gone through a thousand difficulties and was finally about to walk out of the mountainous area of ​​Cilicia, what caught their eyes was the densely packed Taiflin army, which could not see the end, and the sky covering the sky. The sphinx flag that shields the sun, the war of Ithua I, has broken out.

In the impassioned speech of the King of Kings, in the roar of thousands of soldiers, and in the trembling of hundreds of thousands of horses stomping through the earth, an unprecedented battle broke out on the land of Asia Minor.

The slave soldiers, composed of humans, elves, goblins, wolves, and even a small number of Teflin criminals, are like a mighty wave of suffering that sweeps through the world, amidst the groaning and corruption of countless little devils. , Rushed in the direction of the Romans fiercely.

Those yellow-faced and thin, but endless slaves, without any armor protection, were forced to charge forward by the half-devils just holding wooden sticks and sticks, and hit their heads in front of Peturabo’s steel line of defense. Broken blood.

Numerous deep pits and trenches, wooden horses, like twisted and weird snakes, crawled all over the land outside the camp.

The towering wooden barriers, densely packed solid arrow towers, are full of crossbowmen from the First Italian Legion, and hundreds of war machines.

Accompanied by an order from the lord of the legion, the camp wall suddenly burst out like lightning and thunder, the sound of generally terrifying crossbow chords! Thousands of sharp iron feather arrows and death spears shot by scorpion crossbows, like huge black waves covering the sky, pierced the dim sky and rushed fiercely towards the army of slaves. In the miserable and painful wailing, furrows of flesh and blood were plowed!

Those heavy war crossbows carefully crafted by the best dwarf craftsmen, the weight of the crossbow is as high as a terrible level, every crossbow bolt can easily shoot through the flesh and blood bodies of the slaves, and nail the second enemy hard On the chest, three fleeting **** night flowers bloomed at the same time, and the spear shot by the scorpion crossbow could shoot through the thin bodies of six or seven unarmored slaves in the crowd, making them in the legion. In the shooting, it fell like a weed.

"Charge! Charge! Charge! As long as we die bravely on the battlefield, we can get rid of this endless hard labor! We can be upgraded to His scarlet temple and enjoy peaceful eternal life!"

Hundreds of sad slaves who were successfully brainwashed by the little devil Amway, faced the extremely dense arrow rain, looked at the corpses all around, but could not feel the slightest fear. They continued to inspire their companions, holding the arrows. Rain, charge forward.

These servants who were tortured by endless hard labor and tortured to deform, even if they were shot through their bodies by a dozen crossbow bolts at the same time, they would only feel a sense of relief in severe pain, smile, and fall in a pool of blood. in.

In the end, the slaves dragged the corpse of the dead and quickly rushed to the edge of the wooden wall. They immediately dropped their weapons, bathed in the empire's downpour of arrows, and threw the broken corpses into the trenches of the abyss, trying to fill them. Ping the defense line of the Roman Legion, once someone was at work and was killed by a fierce crossbow, his corpse would also be pushed into the abyss by the companions behind him.

The crossbowmen were a little desperate for a while. The number of these slaves was too large. One round of shooting was enough to kill all the enemies that rushed forward. However, after they just bowed their heads and reloaded their crossbow bolts, the soldiers behind, He filled in the flesh and blood gaps in the front row. Suddenly, there is no way to shoot and kill--and, does it really make sense to shoot these people? Is there really a crossbow arrow worth their lives?

The wizard mage watched as the trenches were slowly filled, and the horses were removed one by one. They were even more angry. They chanted several times, raised their hands, and restrained themselves several times-the spell slots were limited, and, this It's just the first wave of Sassanid Persian charge! A bunch of **** slaves!

The King of Kings squeezed all the benefits from those slaves. In front of this line of defense with a contact area of ​​less than ten kilometers, countless slave troops were annihilated. They used their lives as the price to dismantle layers of sharpness and firmness. The woody resistance to the horses filled the deep and gloomy trenches of death, and by the way, it also consumed tens of thousands of ammunition from the enemy.

Although time is short, this camp, full of suffering and resentment, was originally a breeding ground for corruption. Countless little demons corrupted almost one-tenth of the slaves amidst the noise of twittering, and they would be dead. The soul cannot rest either, and will follow the surging river of blood to the scarlet temple in the legend that can achieve immortality.

Their souls will be picked up from the pool of blood by the demons of the Nine Hells, and after experiencing unspeakable pain and torture, they will be compressed, squashed, refined, and cast into hells of equivalent exchanges. In a sense, the little devil did not lie to him, his soul will be imprisoned, tortured in coins, and infinitely circulated in the devil's market until eternity.

And the little devil who sent their souls to purgatory, and the king of kings, also received some generous rewards for this.

"Woo--"

Accompanied by the sound of the melodious and majestic horn, Sasanian Persian launched a second attack. There were a hundred Indian war elephants that were ten feet high and weighed five tons. Under the drive of the trainer, they moved towards the eagle. Where the flag fluttered, a shocking death step was taken!

These super monsters from India are covered with weighing armors, golden fish scales and iron armors. They are like shining and gorgeous gilt waterfalls, falling from the back of the elephant to the ground. They are even as strong and flexible as a giant python. The nose was also protected by the soft chain armor. There were only a pair of huge eyes and two ferocious tusks that were thicker and several times sharper than a spear, exposed to the protection of the iron armor.

On the huge elephant back, there are firmly fixed barriers to war. In addition to the animal trainer, there are also eight archers and a Teflin war mage.

And in the center of the elephant herd, there is a wild beast, which is quite a few times bigger than his compatriots! On the broad spine, besides the terrifying throne of war, there is also a statue made of gold and obsidian, which symbolizes the devil and flames worshiping the evil shrine. The top of the shrine is burning with the flames of **** that will never go out. !

The purgatory demon flame that rushes straight into the sky represents the king of kings, the never-falling Sasanian battle flag, the demon fire of hell, and the side that sits on the throne, which is even more gloomy and terrifying.

In just the second wave of offensive, the King of Kings, with endless death and despair, came to the battlefield in person.

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A whole hundred armored war elephants were used by the King of Kings. They lined up in a row and rushed to the west. Even the wooden fortresses of the Roman Empire trembled slightly because of this terrifying vibration. .

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The generals and centurions opened their eyes in horror. After the crossbowmen quickly shot a sea of ​​crossbows that covered the sky, they hurriedly raised their left leg, stepped heavily on the triangular pedal at the front of the crossbow, and then bent. He lowered his waist, grabbed the thick crossbow string with both hands and lifted it up, pulling it back into a full moon and hung it on the crossbow teeth.

Then, using the fastest speed in his life, he took out a heavy steel crossbow from his quiver, tremblingly stuffed it into the groove, lifted it up, cooperated with his comrades, and shot out a second round of dense arrows!

Accompanied by the ear-piercing screams of metal rubbing against each other, the heavy-struck crossbow arrows cannot shoot through the gold scales at all. Even if they barely shoot through, they lose most of the kinetic energy and cannot pierce the thick elephant skin. The spear fired by the scorpion crossbow can only cause negligible skin damage to the war elephant after piercing the scale armor.

In the mysterious singing, the Arcane Squad of the First Legion joined the battlefield, allowing the blue arcane power to condense into a pool of greasy grease in the palm of the palm to prevent the war elephant from charging.

However, the spell was only halfway through, and suddenly, from behind the war elephant, a wave of arcane waves shot out, disintegrating and shattering the condensed magic in their hands.

The mages took a closer look: the death charge of the 100 terrifying war elephants attracted so much attention from them that they ignored the more dangerous existence: thousands of Taifu wearing heavy armor and armed with heavy shields. Noble Lin, a large-scale blood axe orc war gang, and a large number of jackal cannon fodder draped in animal fur, clustered around the elephants, and rushed in mighty together!

Inside, even mixed, hidden a large number of half-devil spellcasters, staring at any tiny arcane fluctuations on the line of defense, and immediately counteracting them and disintegrating them.

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