Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The dark wolves that were disrupted by Mortalian's formation and fled hastily were quickly painted red all over, like lightning-like green-skinned cavalry, completely crushed and torn apart. Immediately afterwards, the orc infantry could not see the end, like an endless green tide, encircling and annihilating the fragmented wolves.

The big predator roared in anger, but was completely overwhelmed by the deafening "WAAAGH!!!" The huge sword of blazing flames traversed a blazing trail in the air, but if he didn't kill an orc, more green skins would flood it!

In the end, more than a thousand elite predators, only more than 20 people, under the leadership of Abaddon, broke through the siege, and the black giant wolf converged all the way to the remnants of the dragon and fleeing, but there were only a hundred.

Thousands of orcs cheered and cheered, biting behind the big predator and chasing after them. The surging green tide flooded to the periphery of Dragonmaw Fort before being covered by the arrow rain that covered the sky by the horses and horses. Choke down.

Three thousands of blood angry families, two thousands of gray manes, nearly 10,000 celebrity horse warriors, two hundred dry bone druids, two hundred wind howling warlocks, and sixty hill giants, clinging to the camp.

Mortarian stared at the ready-to-go troops in the distance and fell into deep thought. Thousands of seven- or eight-foot-long compound longbows were drawn by those half-man and half-horse monsters into a terrifying full moon. Sharp clusters of iron arrows pointed directly at the blue sky, and in the distance, the giant hills. Holding a boulder the size of a calf high, he let out a dull low roar-he rushed up rashly, how many metal arrow clusters, how many heavy rocks, scratched and shattered his own leather scales?

The green scale evil dragon let out an unwilling roar. The men and horses have not yet been fully mobilized, and the werewolves are only in a wait-and-see state. This is an excellent opportunity to attack.

However, his own army of orcs is not yet ready. There are only 10,000 greenskins gathered around the castle, and the remaining 40,000 soldiers, because they cannot solve the food problem, are forced to spread across the Kerch Peninsula in search of food and grass supplies. The months-long siege ran out of their last grain.

The ten thousand warriors in his hand ate the kippers in Panticapeng's granary.

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Under the cover of a rain of arrows, Abaddon's remnants barely survived. They immediately sent a complete piece of information to Horus, thousands of miles away.

The Cangqing Wolf King uttered a sky-shaking roar, and the unprepared wolves were forced to leave their hometown during the farming season and expedition to the east.

Some guys who were once the staff of the former king and who had just been transformed into werewolves suggested to the Supreme King to let the horse and the greenskin fight each other and make their own fishermen profit. As a result, they were slapped to the ground by Horus.

Damn it, don't these guys have a bad head after being animalized? Do you not understand the simplest ideal of the Tao?

Once Dragonmaw Fort is lost, Gredinian will be safe to defend. The fifty thousand greenskins from the Caucasus and the Eurasian grasslands will be able to charge at full speed in the ten thousand hectares of grassland, and there will be no walls to protect them. Villages and fields were completely destroyed.

Over the years, everything I have done will be burned by the orcs.

This is already the best situation, think about it again, what if the green dragon treats Peinhess by controlling the beast Onardo? Then enslaved the entire centaur race?

In that case, you can just run away, go to the West to lick Augustus's shoes, defend the frontiers, pay taxes, and be exploited by the empire until you die of old age.

In this emergency situation, the people also put aside their old hatreds. As a bard, the well-informed Christian barely carried the burden of internal affairs.

In order to get the help of the werewolf, the bard provided two thousand heavy workhorses to the opponent for free. Let the werewolf draw more farmers and set foot on the battlefield.

At the same time, the fourth Thousands of Blood Rage drove towards the Dragonmaw Fort with enough food and grass. A thousand black fangs, a thousand poisonous snake bites, and three thousand thunder spears were also from a distance. Coming, the seven tribesmen gathered again.

More than 17,000 celebrity horses, and countless goblins, have been fully prepared for this battle.

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Horus formally formed an alliance with the centaurs. Without affecting farming, he pulled out a bloodthirsty army of 12,000 werewolves, and countless shackled goblins and lizardmen slaves to transport them. With sufficient food and grass.

On the other side, Cangqing Wolf King's long-standing vassal policy had a miraculous effect. They did not destroy the monsters that invaded Gredinian, and after defeating them, they gave those guys a second choice.

The regenerating trolls, the half-human half-sheep satyr, the militaristic hobgoblins, the huge and ugly ogres.

The children and relatives of the four chiefs were all placed under house arrest by the wolves in the capital, coercing them to serve Horus. Together, the four tribes have a total of 5,000 soldiers.

A mixed army of 17,000 people, from the Cesonisus, Simferopol, and even the fortress of Vichymiris, gathered mightily and converged with the men and horses.

A mixed army of nearly 40,000, and more than 50,000 orcs, were used to Dragonmaw Fort in just three days like a tide.

Together with the logistics supply units of both sides, more than 100,000 soldiers crowded in this small Luxia. Jammed together

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Painhurs looked up and down the green wolf king. On the other hand, Pang Junlang is seven feet tall. In human form, he is almost as tall as himself. The burly body is covered with a layer of metal chain armor. On the chest, there is an extra layer of dragon scale armor made of white dragon scales and leather. The broad shoulders cover a whole piece of winter. The fur of the wolf.

Behind the wolf king, carrying a terrifying two-handed warhammer, the wire-wrapped hammer handle turned to the left shoulder, but he extended his right hand to the chief in a friendly manner. That arm was obviously much stronger than his left arm. .

The white horse also stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the werewolf leader. The two secretly increased their strength. Those who refused to admit defeat wrestled with each other, but the human beings who had not transformed into the form of a werewolf, in front of the half-man, half-horse monster, were still a bit of a disadvantage after all.

"Painhurs, the great chieftain of the centaur. I didn't see you in the last war. The centaur is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. I thought that mare was already the pinnacle of your race's combat effectiveness."

Horus narrowed his eyes in fear. The mare that hurt him badly. Now it has turned into a dead spirit, with hollow pupils, burning with two faintly blue fires, looking down on the side of the pale white horse respectfully.

Abaddon reported that he was defeated by the opponent. Could it be said that the strength of the white horse in front of him is even higher than that of the descendants of God's choice?

Thinking of this, Cangqing Wolf King looked at the people in front of him more carefully. The opponent was pale, without a trace of variegated hair, well-proportioned and toned, with four elegant and slender hooves, and the muscles on the back of the horse were connected into a beautiful pale arc.

The dark robe exuding a touch of arcane aura, and the golden crown of the nine demons danced in a random manner, which raised the charm of the other party to a level.

"In the last war, my clan was responsible for guarding the northern border, and it was a shame that I could not confront your lord. I heard that you took the assault rifle empty-handed and severely damaged the chosen queen with two claws! It is majestic and majestic now, Green At present, the enemy of Pi, why not, let us compete on the battlefield, while defending our homeland, see who can kill more greenskins?"

Painhurs said lightly that the wolf king who avoided this legendary strength, like Abaddon, directly initiated a heads-up invitation to himself after meeting and saying hello. At that time, whether it is to refuse or to fight against him, it will become a very troublesome thing-the warlock is not arrogant enough to be able to single-handedly defeat a legendary werewolf.

"Hahaha! You took the people, jumped on the boat and jumped behind the **** of our fortress, defeated Asana, and forced me to retreat from the victory of the 30th Urpius Legion. It also shocked me! The last war! , If you appear on the battlefield, we may not be able to chat now."

Horus laughed, trying to find a breakthrough in the heads-up.

"I, the Supreme King of Goth: Horus Viselieus. I agree to the invitation of the troops to form an alliance. However, you and I have equal numbers of troops. Who is the coach? Or, let's use the oldest one. How about the most sacred way to solve this problem?"

"You brought an army of werewolves, and an army of golden shoes from the descendants of God's choice. When the numbers of the two sides were equal, the battle ended in a tie."

The warchief squinted his eyes and ordered Toria, who had been made an undead maid, to kneel on his side.

"To be honest, she is indeed very strong, but the level of strategy is really limited. And I, Pain Hess of the Bloodrage clan, carry blood rage, black hawks, thunder spears, poisonous bites, wind howls, and less than seven thousand men and horses. , And nearly 20,000 warriors under her command, fought in the wilderness! And won a big victory! Who is more capable, I believe you have a number in your heart."

"Of course, I am not forcing you to obey my orders. We can work out tactics together. Everyone does not distinguish between high ground. I just hope that you can trust your allies and your choices when the battle is the most dangerous."

"Okay—our two are in an alliance. There is no coach."

Seeing that there is no hope of competing for the coach, both sides stepped back. It is a face to the other party.

"But, I have one condition."

Horus said lightly.

"Warchief, since we are all allies, you are still enslaved. To oppress my people, this is probably not appropriate. Asana, and the thousands of people under her command, I represent the entire kingdom. , Redeem them for them. I want to cut off the shackles on all the Gothic children, let them return to freedom, and be favored and blessed by the gods-how much, you make a price."