Augustus Under the Horseshoe

When the lycanthropes are in a mixed state with their two feet upright, although they can wield their weapons, they lose the speed of movement as swift as a cavalry. Therefore, a few maverick werewolves, under hard training, learned to be in the form of a giant wolf, biting their weapons with a slender wolf kiss, landing on all fours, and fighting around like a strong wind.

And the best among them is the gray wolf Schiff with the huge sword in his mouth. He is like a gray lightning, dexterously shuttled through the battlefield. The sharp wolf claws trampled and tore the limbs and skeletons of the goblins, the slender and sharp blades cut through the enemy's armor and flesh and blood, leaving a place with blood-stained limbs and broken arms, and weeping miserably. , Wailing.

Suddenly, a huge and ugly troll mercenary with a moss-like skin, killed the gray wolf from the side. He wiped and flew countless small and thin goblin cannon fodder along the way, accompanied by the terrifying steps of the shaking of the earth and the mountains, and a series of terrifying howls, he raised the stick in his right hand high!

"boom!!!"

The huge wooden stick slammed heavily on the ground Schiff was on for a second, raising the dust that covered the sky and the sun. However, the speed of the gray wolf is even faster! The slender wolf neck slammed fiercely, and the giant sword in his mouth drew a perfect scarlet arc in the air, accurately cutting off the thick right arm of the troll holding the wooden stick.

"Roar!!!"

The injured cyan beast let out an angry roar. His left hand grabbed the broken limb that had fallen to the ground, trying to put the **** arm back to the smooth section of his right shoulder—I saw countless tiny granular buds, and his teeth and claws drilled out of his smooth and smooth wound, with naked eyes. Visible speed sutures the chopped dirty flesh and blood!

"Come back! You rushed too far!" Horus, in the form of a mixed werewolf, held up the blue giant wolf battle flag in his left hand, encouraging the morale of the werewolves under his command. With his right hand, a mace stained with blood and minced meat was drawn into a beautiful arc, a sweeping sweep, and heavy hitting the troll's ugly head, making the cyan ball, like a watermelon, directly fried A shocking scarlet mist! The dripping blood, wrapped around the broken skull, and rotten flesh torn, splashed all over the nearby land.

And behind the Cangqing Wolf King, some werewolves in leather armor also took out the flint, oilcloth, and the slender tip of the spear in their hands, burning hot flames in front of those trolls who were afraid and terrified. He stared, shouting "Long live Horus!" He frantically slammed forward!

The war soon became a one-sided slaughter. When the seventh troll turned to ashes in the flames, the abandoned cannon fodder of the merchant clan lost all their fighting spirit, abandoning their armor and armor, rushing to the north, and turning their backs without defense. It was exposed inside the werewolf's scarlet pupils.

The giant wolves who had been imprisoned for several years took out the hand axes at their waists and threw them forward in a neat and uniform manner. The sharp axe blades rotated and tore through the cold air, making a creepy whistling sound. On the fragile bodies of the goblins, **** scars were torn apart! Every heavy throwing axe can draw a long, **** gully that represents death among the dense crowd.

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In the end, Horus fulfilled his promise. The Cyan Wolf King trampled on the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain and reinserted the wolf flag with blood on his left hand on the top of the fortress tower named after his father.

"Long live Horus!!!"

"Close the gate! The archer is on the wall! Can't put more monsters in! These goblins have accumulated a lot of ready-made building materials. Schiff, gather all the craftsmen, and build on the basis of the goblins, make the south The wall is built!"

"Yes!"

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Just as the main army of werewolves was busy cleaning up the mess, a young group of wolves phantoms, which were as dark as night, also quietly appeared from the south. The armor and weapons on their bodies were painted black. The headed werewolf was almost as tall and burly as Horus. He wore an extremely conspicuous soaring braid on the top of his head.

"Ah, Abaddon, my youngest and most powerful scout, you have finally returned from investigation. Come on, what kind of a ghost my kingdom has been ruined by these monsters?"

"Yes, Marshal... No, your Majesty the King." The giant wolf with a soaring braid returned to its human form, bowed respectfully to Horus, and then rolled up a sheet full of Gothic Peninsula map with text.

"For now, the situation in the kingdom is still within an acceptable range. Gredinian's most prosperous and fertile southern cities are all firmly controlled by us. Cessonissos, Theodosia... ····Fourteen important cities, fortresses, and eight are flying the blue sacred wolf flag." Abaddon’s slender and sturdy fingers lightly touched the cities painted in blue. on.

"But, look. The coastal area to the northwest is repopulated with scaled human-shaped lizards. Riding on the darkness, they quietly climbed up to the port of Porto Carlos and slaughtered all the residents of the city, with all their corpses. Throw it into the sea and offer sacrifices to the evil gods they worship!" Abaddon's words gradually became agitated.

"And the entire Kerch Peninsula in the east fell, and was firmly controlled by the orcs of the brutal and snakebite clan. Dragonmaw Fort, Haimen Pass, and Rosa, before the reinforcements arrived.

Before, all fell...

However, the good news is that those green monsters with muscles in their heads decided to fight the high elven colonists stationed in Panticapone first. In order to ensure the safety of the rear, instead of continuing to advance west, it left us enough breathing time. "

"Finally, it is the north of Gredinian... There was originally an endless grassland. The kingdom has little control over her and only built a small wooden fortress on the seashore. Now, even It is also difficult for me to distinguish the exact number of monsters entrenched there." The black giant sighed deeply.

"Moreover, along the way, I often see a kind of terrible monsters that are half-human, half-horse, their frequency of appearance, and the terrible number of people! And they are different from loose and messy goblins. Between the tribes with different flags, It seems that a certain kind of covenant has been reached. To coordinate the operation of something, even the northern fortress has erected blasphemous images of these people."

"Why do you think these scattered monsters have some connections, even covenants?" Horus was interested, and turned his attention from the extremely detailed map to the face of Abaddon.

"Ah, don't mention it, Tiefengbao and Simferopol are also surrounded by the Centaur Legion. These guys lack the siege skills, but they are abnormal-cunning, they use the strategy of encircling support and deliberately let the city release the messenger. Ask for help nearby.

At the same time, these half-man and half-horse monsters set up scouts on nearby roads, ambush them, and fight with reinforcements on the plains they are best at, slowly consuming our vital power.

I have to say that these men and horses are too difficult, they have the speed and impact of cavalry, as well as the stability and formation ability of infantry. I played a few games with them, and they all had their own victories. A few monsters were slaughtered, and a few arrows were shot, hell! The weight of their bows and arrows is amazing, and the arrows are still iron! "

"Thanks for your hard work." Cangqing Wolf King frowned, carefully examining the map in front of him. Calculating strategic planning in mind.

"Look, most of Gredinian's wealthy city ports are located on the coasts of the south and east. The grasslands of the north are not of much value to us. The most urgent thing is to recapture what has fallen into the hands of the lizardmen and the orcs. Four port fortresses. Resuming the elven trade with Panticapone. Instead, the threat of men and horses can be eased a little. Then, Eugene! Eugene?"

"His Majesty?"

Hearing the cry of Horus, the white giant wolf, bathed in blood and wantonly venting his anger, approached the two in doubt.

"You run for me to find the leader of those people! See if you can negotiate with them. Even if you can't make a negotiation, you have to stabilize them. It's too annoying to deal with the nomads running around. Schiff! I'll give it to you. Half of the army, you are stationed in Vichymiris Fortress again. When the fortress is successfully repaired, the rest of the people will join me to kill to the west, retake Carlos Port, and kill all the lizards, leaving none. Then. Gather all your combat power and fight to the death with those **** orcs."

"Yes!"

"By the way, what's the situation with those pastors now?" Suddenly, Horus looked up helplessly as if thinking of something.

"The group of pastors who abandoned their ancestral beliefs and embraced the Roman gods?" Abadon showed a disgusting expression, and squinted uneasyly. It seemed that the pastors were not his fellow comrades, but rather a group of plague patients with a stench all over, and even the mention of their names was enough to make people feel disgusted.

"They still refuse to accept your supreme power, but it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, those aliens trapped in the cage will change their minds and embrace this blessing, Your Majesty."