Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After a few days, Christina shrugged silently after reading the arrogant and arrogant letters between the lines in Chief Jinlu’s letter, and decided to take Pain Hess and some elites from the Bloodfury clan. , Head to the mountain fortress with golden flags floating.

Anyway, idle is idle, just go.

As for the other tribes of people and horses who wandered in the north, they heard that the descendants of God’s choice had destroyed a stone fortress of bloodthirsty werewolves on their own. They also put away the contempt and disdain for the council in their hearts, but turned to that one. The terrible chief was so jealous that he didn't dare to behave like the last time, and just perfunctory. As a result, they packed their bags and brought the elite of their men to the banquet south.

Even in the northwest, the bite clan who was hired by the lizard people to fight the main force of Horus, also sent their only heir to participate in Toria's feast. For a time, countless flags with different faces and styles floated on the spire of Tiefengbao, and countless people and horses in different dresses walked on the narrow streets, complaining about the rocky pavement inside the mountains and rivers, wearing them hard. Horseshoe.

Painhurs looked at these compatriots who had never met with interest. Some clans are dressed in ragged clothes, like uncivilized savages. They are covered with primitive runes. On animal skin clothes, pink flesh and tendons hang a string of pale skeletons. And some clans, dressed in gorgeous clothes, look like the aristocratic princes and nobles. The golden ornaments on their bodies clinked with their progress, reflecting the brilliant golden light in the sun.

Some clans are unconventional, with three noisy goblin archers strapped to their backs. In this way, when fighting, four sharp feather arrows can be shot in four directions at the same time. But some clans are old-fashioned. It is believed that the former, this shameful act of being ridden by a foreign race violated the code of the kingdom.

Two people from different clans quarreled for a long time, and finally decided to put the matter into force. So, after bursts of screams, there was a hedgehog lying on the ground, with feather arrows studded in his body, the **** remains of a man and horse, and two goblin corpses that were shot through the key.

"Time: The eleventh year of Chief Anran's reign, the eleventh full moon. Location: Tiefeng Fort. In order to maintain the face of the clan, in the dispute with other clans, the battle lost two goblins. Seeing victory in the contest, it is the long face of the clan. In the case of, ask the chief to ration two goblins for free...preferably a goblin mage."

The pale white horse's curiosity grew stronger. These "comrades" with different styles greatly increased his interest.

Some clans acted recklessly. They shuttled through the crowded streets like a gust of wind. Amidst the screams and roars of nearby people and horses, they only left a trail of dark backs that fade away, and a series of innocent laughter.

However, some clans have strict discipline: ten sturdy men and horses wearing studded leather armor, carrying bows, arrows, and spears and large shields, under the command of the chief, stood neatly and neatly in front of a small stall like pine and cypress. The mare selling snacks curled up into a ball, shivering in the shadows, and only when he was sure that the other party was not here to pick something up, he let out a long sigh of relief.

These soldiers neatly took over the roasted meat sold by the hawker, and ate the food in their hands with almost the same movements and speed. And put a totem of thunder and lightning on the table with the clean bones.

After centuries of separation, the customs and customs of the people and ethnic groups who came together again have been very different. Painhurs can't even see that they once shared a common culture and ancestors.

"Yo! Chief Christina! Acting Chief Painhurs!"

Suddenly, a familiar sound rang from the sky. A group of ravens full of ghosts and charms landed beside the Bloodfury clan, and transformed into a single animal skin decorated with blood and green leaves, and withered bones holding white bone artifacts. Centaur. The headed person shook off a beautiful soft emerald green hair. A delicate gray face was revealed.

"Ah, this is not Chief Abhuos!" Christina greeted happily.

"Why do you want to become crows and fly in the sky?"

"Ah, this small castle now houses too many people, and the ground is too crowded." Abhuos carefully arranged his shoulders, decorated with dense green leaves like snake scales. With a delicate and beautiful face like a girl, he spoke a string of low and heavy male voices.

"So, if you can fly, why do you have to huddle with these stinky sweaty guys with their coats close to their coats?"

"That's right, right now, how many representatives of the clans are here? What are their characteristics?" After the greeting, Painhurs eagerly wanted to learn more from his old friend.

"Long-lost hit the nail on the head. Seven clans are here. The remaining six may still be on the way." Abhuos rolled his eyes, but still answered his question.

"In addition to the golden shoes, withered bones, and blood fury, there are also thunder spear, wind howl, gray mane, and Deloitte. I don't know the latter two very well. You see, those who stand like puppets are stiff and follow the commander's group action. The men are brothers and sisters of the Thunderpike clan. They regard every trivial matter in their lives as military training, and they must maintain perfect discipline even when eating a meal. They may have been soldiers of the ancient kingdom before. The clan’s internal discipline is strict and orders are forbidden. Their leader is not called a chief, but instead is called a "doumank" commander in the Muzu language.

And those who run around like fools are Feng Howling

The lunatic of the tribe. They are experts in guerrilla tactics, after the separation. Their lunatic chief, seems to follow a certain lord of the elemental plane to make some unspeakable trades. They are secretive about the specific content. However, after waiting for hundreds of years, these guys more or less have some wind element bloodlines, and most of the warlocks with the wind element bloodline are going to die. For the problem of warlocks, maybe you can discuss with them. Fan. "