Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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With the precious time that Magnus bought for everyone, the men and horses cleaned up the battlefield before the jackal arrived, and continued to run to the west. Falcons, ravens, owls... Familiars, acting as scouts for the warlocks, were scattered in all directions, investigating and collecting all the news nearby.

"Painhurs! The wolves behind, followed your footsteps to catch up! The number is about two hundred! They are all riding wolves!"

I don't know how long it took, the little devil who completed the disruptive mission swooped fiercely, like a scarlet meteor, which landed precisely on the warchief's left shoulder, and said breathlessly.

"There are many wolf cavalry teams around, and large-scale infantry groups-they seem to have mobilized more troops from nearby! We are completely exposed!"

"Turn around, eat that troop first! Just let them see the new abilities I learned, and the magic that I just awakened."

The warchief turned around angrily, keenly predicting the charging pace of the hyenas.

Accompanied by the mysterious chanting of the incantation, the bitter cold wind, wrapped in silver-gray clouds, instantly condensed and formed in the sky above the woodland. The jackals raised their heads suspiciously, and saw the sky twenty feet away, the sky is still blue, and the gorgeous sunset, only the top of their heads, the dark clouds filled with arcane magic, completely covered, where they can see. , All are boundless darkness.

"Papa!"

Suddenly, a palm-sized piece of dark green slime twisted his profane body, and fell from the sky with howling, hitting the wolf’s head heavily, causing the animal to let out a harsh wailing, accompanied by a "hissing" sound, in the slime At the place of the fall, wisps of foul-smelling white smoke floated.

The jackal’s eyes widened in horror—the dark green liquid turned out to be a strong acid liquid enough to corrode metal and flesh. He quickly corroded the fur, flesh and blood of the wolf, and even accompanied by a piercing wailing sound. On the head, a huge depression in the shape of a funnel was eroded!

At this moment, this swollen, viscous acid liquid also squirmed his dark green body, followed the **** of flesh and blood, and slowly flowed onto the wolf’s skull. In a flash, it corroded several times. A small hole, a few drops of pungent dark green water droplets, accompanied by a crisp and sweet ticking sound, fell into the other person's brain.

The wolf was in the pain of piercing the bones, and the acid in the brain instantly took his life. His four claws softened, and he slumped directly to the ground, and flew the jackal man on his back fiercely.

At this moment, more and more bone erosive acid, whizzed down from the sky! Turned into a downpour, the dark green raindrops were almost in a line, hitting the flesh and blood bodies of the wolves and wolves, accompanied by plumes of white smoke, corroding their weapon armor, flesh and bones.

The patter of rain, and the miserable weeping and screaming, mingled together, turning into a horrible vocal music of miserable people, at least thirty or forty wolves with flesh and blood, and bare bones, forever Fell on this unnamed woodland.

Elemental Control·Ice Storm (Acid Erosion)

"Archery!!!"

Just when the acid rainstorm disrupted the momentum of the Jackal’s charge, the Howling Centaur also pulled a pocket-sized short bow, facing the dense wolves, pouring down the sky-shielding arrow rain.

And Pain Hess continued to charge forward. Within the five fingers of his right palm, he held a surging arcane energy. The blue illusion first turned into a biting cold ice and white frost, and then, It was forcibly changed into a crimson flame emitting bursts of heat.

"Look! That white horse! It's the target that the devil masters said! Charge! Charge!"

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by the raging fire, a blazing flame storm rushed out of the warchief's right hand, flying, burning, and roaring in the air, like the breath of a dragon, and like a sea of ​​flames covering the sky. Suddenly, they flooded the forerunner of the jackals, turning them into ashes in the flames that obscured the sky and the sun.

The jackal in the back row strangled the reins in horror, looking at the black shadow of his fellow robe twisted and struggling in the sea of ​​fire, and listening to the horrible and terrible wailing sound of the brother’s bones burned by flames, he dared not move forward Take a step forward.

However, their assault momentum was curbed, but the Centaur did not. The warchief accurately calculated the disappearance time of the ice cone (flame), and when the arcane flames almost dissipated, hundreds of howling horses and winds weighing a ton were already lined up in a neat array, and they shouted wildly. Kairit's name, towards the direction of the Jackal, launched a massive group charge.

In the endless muffled thunder, the lavender horseshoes trampled the embers of flames and the scorched corpses. A sharp halberd pierced the bodies of the wolves and hyenas. Beautiful and gorgeous blood-colored flowers!

"call out--"

Seeing that the battle was not going well, the jackals in the front row fell like weeds under the charge of the horses and the horses in the front row, and the jackals in the back row immediately turned around and ran away, and shot out a hollow ding to the sky, calling for the help of their compatriots.

After a short pause, in the huge forest, there were at least twelve different places, and the same terrifying sound of dying sounded!

Those reinforcements seemed to stimulate the fragile nerves of the horses and horses. Every time they took a few steps, they would shoot the Bone Bone Arrows in their hands, so that the Wind Howl clan could hear clearly: nearby enemies. Get closer and closer to yourself!

"After the archer is broken! Use arrow rain to drive back those **** scouts!"

Painhurs was tortured by these sharp whistling sounds, becoming more anxious. It is only a matter of time to destroy the reconnaissance force of a single jackal. However, ten times, or even hundreds of times, the reinforcements are likely to come to support before destroying the opponent.

No way, the warchief brought a group of horses to the stream where the water was taken, deliberately crossed the river, and snaked a thousand feet in the dense and dark forest.

"stop!"

The pale warlock raised his right hand and ordered all the warlocks to stop.

"Just now, stepping on your own hoofprints and returning to the river-well, if you can't do it, you can use magic to fly. Anyway, don't leave new footprints."

The Howling Man suddenly realized and understood the meaning of the Great Chief. A group of warlocks quickly turned into a tyrannical wind and retreated back into the stream, watching their winding hoof prints, extending all the way into the dark and deep dense forest.

"Okay, this thing can confuse those dog noses and buy us some time, everyone, running at full speed against the river, only by walking here, we will not leave the smell and footprints. Everyone, send out the pets to investigate Come on! See if it's suitable for us to go ashore there!"

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