Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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"It's now! The mercenary leader who killed the red eye really smashed through our front, all the way to the back of the team. At this moment, she is beyond the reach of what happened on the front line! Everyone concentrated all the heavy armored soldiers and elites, Let's kill it from the front!"

Through the intelligence sent back by a large number of black spies, Sigrit, who was accustomed to Gorell's temper, drew a huge black bow, summoned all the black fangs, and prepared for a frontal breakthrough.

"You girl said lightly! As bait, it was my people who sent to death! Damn little pony!" Watching the two teams of armored heavy riders, under the cover of druid bombing, cut out from the poisonous army. After two **** gullies that were as terrifying as hell, Putrace's teeth trembled.

However, she also understood that this girl's plan was indeed the best method at present. They have no time or capital, and they have a head-on fight with a powerful mercenary leader.

"Don't let the sacrifices of our people go to waste."

The new chief bite and turned his head muffledly. Instead, he vented his anger on the light armored unit with gray mane in front of him. Putrace's weapon is a seven-tailed long whip. The comfortable whip handle extended forward, and there were seven slender, flexible ropes. Each rope was tied with seven sharp iron briers. The sharp metal surface shone with a green, poisonous light.

"call out--"

The chief of the poison bite swayed his right wrist. Accompanied by the creepy sound of breaking through the air, the seven-tailed poison whip revolved like a windmill with her palm as the center, and traversed seven terrifying arc-shaped trajectories in the air.

Putras seized the opportunity and hit the enemy's left shoulder with a whip. Forty-nine spiky and unusually sharp poison-coated iron thorns directly tore the gray mane soldier’s animal skins and put her left shoulder to the chest and abdomen. A piece of skin, **** lashes!

The faint green toxin instantly penetrated into the opponent's body through countless **** wounds. The soldier weakened by the toxin was instantly dizzy, and a large number of colorful and extremely brilliant hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. The poisonous chief wielded the whip again. This time, the poison-soaked seven-tailed whip swept across the opponent's head, pulling the opponent's face into pieces of rotten flesh.

"AlanNure Skerritt!!!"

Looking at the unrecognizable corpse under her feet, a sorrowful feeling of fratricidal suffocation also flooded Putrese's heart. But then, he was diluted by the hatred brought about by his father's death. She roared loudly at the name of the centaur deity, and the crazily spinning seven-tailed whip hit the second soldier's right hand. The poison whip was like seven terrible snakes, immediately wrapped around the opponent's wrist, the rope and the poisonous thorns were entangled irregularly, blurring the flesh and blood of its cutting.

The bite chief tugged vigorously, sinking into the poisonous thorn inside his wrist, frantically cutting the flesh of the enemy. The dripping blood gurgled out of the wound that could not be counted.

The gray mane soldier let out a miserable cry, severe pain and toxins, so that he could not hold the blade in his hand, Putress's left shield, like a heavy battering ram, hit the opponent's face severely.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of a broken nose, three or four blood-stained teeth traversed red tracks in the air.

At the same time, the druids who have been dormant for a long time turned into vigorous eagles, fighting against the sky. The druid, who was learning the golden shoes, vented the angry thunder and burning fire above the enemy's head. Use terrifying spells to clear a living path in the dense enemy formation.

"hiss--"

A group of poisonously biting nobles in chain armor, killed at the forefront of the battlefield, chiseled light armored troops wearing gray manes. Since the long-range poisoning will be dodged by the enemy. Relying on their strong armor, they rushed to the enemy's eyelids and lowered themselves, and then threw up clouds of poisonous clouds under their hooves.

The sound of the poisonous gas leaking that declared death, accompanied by the continuous tumbling and rising dark green waves, destroys the enemy's will at both the spiritual and physical levels. In the poisonous mist, Greymane's combat power was horribly weakened, but the coalition forces covering their mouth and nose with a wet cloth did not cause a serious problem.

Along with the wanton spread of the poisonous mist, the neurotoxin bitten by the poisonous snake destroyed the body and will of Gray Mane.

Accompanied by the bloodthirsty roar of the wild beasts, the black fangs of the short tapered spear tore their hearts and necks.

Accompanied by the thunderous howling, Al'Akir's blessing blade bombarded the enemy's flesh and skin.

What's more terrifying is that the black fangs, the spy who had been lying in the gray mane for several months, finally jumped out! Without warning, they waved the butcher knife in their hands to the surrounding partners, and the gray mane army suddenly became a mess! Seven or eight black spies

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"Damn it! I was deceived by them!"

Gorell also reacted at this moment, waving his shield and hand axe, preparing to pierce the enemy's line for the second time. However, this time, what awaited her was the desperate resistance of the poisonous bite.

Living in the desert, the enemy bites people and horses. For the continuation of the clan, they must support each other, otherwise, they will only be destroyed. Sacrificing the ego and achieving the characteristics of the clan is almost written in the depths of everyone's genes. The soldiers in the back row stopped escaping without hesitation and turned to the enemy.

"hiss--"

The soaring poisonous fog erupted in the back row of the coalition forces. More than two hundred voluntarily staying troops lined up in the poisonous fog and formed an immortal wall, blocking the more than a thousand elites of the Chief Greymane— -No one wants to rush into the poisonous gas to find their own way, even the mercenary leader who is thirsty for blood, dare not continue to move forward.

"It's now! Out of town! Immediately! We are free!"

Al'Akir wielded a huge sword entwined with storm and thunder, like melons and vegetables, cut off the six-limbed torso of a few Graymane soldiers, and completely gained control of the gate, covering the spells that were exhausted and extremely tired. The warlock stood out.

"It's great, under the cover of poisonous fog, they don't dare to come in. As long as we bypass Tiefeng Fort and retreat all the way north, we can get rid of Toria's demon..."

Sigley let out a sigh of relief. Just as she relaxed, a series of densely packed horseshoe sounds, like drums, came from the south! Accompanied by the sky-shaking battle cry, Toria personally led the army of golden shoes, and it emerged from the south, like a boiling golden wave!

"Go!"

Al'Akir was about to split his flaws, and his deep hatred that was almost annihilated made him angry. And the bottomless power of the descendants of God's choice. But it made the chief warlock's hands and feet cold. The pace of coalition retreat. In the panic, it became more rush and chaotic!

"Long live the Supreme King!!!"

The dead poets stood behind the Forbidden Army, using their harps, flutes, and even singing voices to sing the vast and mighty grassland war hymns, enhancing the Forbidden Army's various physical abilities. The toxins in the body, the golden mask that was still suppressed by magic, also sang the fact that the descendants of the gods were chosen, and the king, like a flood, washed into the dark green poisonous fog, completely submerging the poisonous bite after breaking.

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