Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The duration should have arrived long ago. "Rouge Liema smiled and took Painhurs' pale and cold hand, leading him back to one of the largest and most conspicuous igloos: it was the chief's residence.

The igloo is so huge that the three horses and horses are unaware of it being crowded inside. Of course, it is also possible that the black bard is too petite. Deep into the mud ground of more than two meters underground, covered with a thick layer of sheepskin, four wall hangings are covered with all kinds of monster heads, demonstrating the chief's magnificent military exploits.

Most of those ugly heads are green-skinned orcs from the same nomadic society. They have terrifying looks. On top of their strong and powerful jaws, there are four huge fangs two long and two short, and those dagger-sized canine teeth. Breaking through the shackles of his lips, frantically bulging upward. This is going to be bitten, I am afraid it is not as simple as bleeding.

Painhurs observed the chief's war gift with interest. In addition to the orcs, there are also ugly heads with bear noses and huge and sharp ears. Looks like the bear goblin in the game.

Well, this is indeed a fantasy historical world with a magical revision.

To celebrate the joining of Painhurs, Christina deliberately slaughtered a ram, supplemented with a lot of cheese, and sweet milk wine in the skull of a certain monster. After the three of them had a beautiful meal, they lay directly on the woolen carpet and fell asleep quietly.

Before going to bed, Christina deliberately used no extra animal skin bedding as a reason. Under the silent gaze of her sister, Christina clung to Painhes’s silk-like soft coat, covering the two of them. Zhang is a huge bedding made of wool. The pale white horse shrugged, he was just a little unhappy with the Chief's attitude of forcing himself. There is a soft and sweet beautiful girl next to her when she sleeps, and she is taking advantage of her. So let her go.

Damn it, it would be better if the lower body was a human.

However, no one noticed that the two mighty black eagles were hiding among the dense branches of the jungle, watching the entire centaur camp vigilantly.

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Dawn the next day

Pelekop Territory-Visimiris Fortress

The splendid sunrise at dawn spreads a large expanse of warm and soft golden light through the windows of the fortress on Asana's extremely peaceful and delicate face in her sleep. The barbarian girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, slowly waking up from her dream. She lifted a sheepskin quilt, exposing her small seductive ketone body to the bright and moving sunlight in the morning.

"It's already dawn. Hasn't Augus come back yet?" The naked Ostrogoth general, yawning, combing his long orange hair that looks like a sunset glow, dexterous hands, soon He woven them into exquisite braids and wrapped them around both sides of the head. She slowly came to the closet, and gently took out a long roll of linen, wrapped it around her chest circle and circle, squeezing and squeezing the two slightly raised hills, squeezing and constraining them.

Then, Asana used a linen-sewn cloth to cover her slender and charming body, and held a full-body chain mail made up of tens of thousands of iron rings connected high above her head. The whole set on his beautiful body. The delicate shoulders firmly carried nearly 40 pounds of chain armor.

Then, the girl took out a studded leather armor inlaid with sturdy iron pieces from the closet, such as the chest and abdomen, and dressed it skillfully on the outside of the lock armor. Finally, he put on an iron helmet on his braided head, picked up a heavy hard-headed hammer and a huge wooden tower shield in both hands, and the whole person was considered to be armed.

"Squeak—"

The heavily armed female soldier gently pushed open the door, followed the rotating wooden spiral staircase, and slowly walked to the top of the fortress tower. The whole body was bathed in the warm and bright sunlight at dawn.

She slowly bowed towards the place where the sun rose, stroking the double-circle cross mark of the **** of punishment piously on her cheek, and silently began to meditate, preparing for the magical arts that can be performed today.

In this world, professionals can observe the functions and attributes of their bodies through meditation, and some battles

Scholars and killers may not use this function. But casters of divine and arcane spells repeat this step almost every day. No, the small characters written in common language densely appeared in the mind of the barbarian girl.

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Name: Asana Level: 9th level (8th-level priest + 1st-level warrior)

Protection field, power field.

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Strength: 14 (2)

Agility: 12 (1)

Physique: 14 (2)

Intelligence: 8 (0)

Perception: 18 (4)

Charm: 14 (2)

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Health: 67

Defense level: 24 (10+5 chain armor+3 studded leather armor+1 iron helmet+4 tower shield+1 agility), contact:, flat-footed: 23.

First strike adjustment: +

Basic attack bonus: +7/+1,

Heavy hard-headed hammer +10 attack (+7 basic attack+2 strength adjustment+1 deity preference), damage 1d8+2, heavy hit*

Grappling: +9

Speed: 15 feet

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Fortitude save +10

Reflex save +4

Will save +10

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Well, it's time to choose today's divine art. As an 8th-level priest, Asana has already touched the 4th ring field. He was superbly [healing fatal wounds], and I don't know how many of his fellow robes were snapped out of Death's mouth alive. Among them, even the new king of the Eastern Goths.

Unfortunately, on the day the old king died, she was responsible for guarding the rear and protecting the civilians. It is said that the enemy is an incredible settlement of goblins. Tens of thousands of muddy and stupid goblins shook their ugly big noses, surrounded by thousands of hobgoblins armed to their teeth, and swept over hundreds of heads. Under the commander of the bear goblin with a mace, it was like a filthy and stinking stormy sea, madly impacting the area of ​​Belekop. Attempt to break into the new home of the barbarians.

In that battle, King Visimiris took a full 10,000 brave and fearless barbarian soldiers. He wears an Eastern Gothic witchcraft crown and a steel scale armor forged by the Romans. Wield a two-handed axe, sing an impassioned horror battle song, and take the lead and fight on the forefront of the battlefield! Each of his lyrics can make the soldiers around him more brave and fearless! Furiously shouting! Every axe can also splash the blood of those **** monsters! All limbs fly!

The war lasted for a full day and night, the Ostrogoths became more tired, and the old king's loud war hymn became more and more dull and dry. But the army of goblins is endless like the Black Sea, with no end in sight!

In despair, the old king assembled his most powerful barbarians and warriors. Formed into a sharp sharp knife, in the waves of thousands of ugly and dirty goblins, smashed a **** path regardless of the cost. Rushing in front of the headed bear goblin, he chopped off its huge and ugly head, and the monsters without a head immediately fled in all directions. But the exhausted old king was also killed by angry hobgoblins. Cut off his head as a trophy, together with the witchcraft crown on it, fled into the vast snowy plains of the north.

Later, the Ostrogoths built this wooden fortress on the battlefield in the name of their heroic kings to protect the entire peninsula.

I don’t know how long it has been. Asana, who has a little bit of choice difficulty, finally ended the dawn meditation, and slowly opened a pair of bright apricot eyes—a sturdy figure wearing a black wolf skin and an eagle on his shoulders. The big man, sitting in front of her impressively! Shocked her a lot!

"Augs?" The barbarian girl instantly recovered her calm. "When did you come back?"

"When you first started to meditate, I arrived. Interrupting the caster to meditate is a big taboo. I can't help it. I have to wait here." The druid yawned greatly and stayed up all night. He was exhausted to the extreme. "Sorry, I failed to kill the pale Centaur scout. Hundreds of stalwart soldiers rescued him."

"You mean... there is another Ma clan approaching here? How close are they to the fortress!" General Asana frowned, listening to the bad news brought back by the druid.

"Yes, General, here's another one." Augus stroked the hideous scars on his love eagle's claws heartily. He sighed deeply, "Leaving the Gretinian Peninsula, walking about 26 kilometers northwest, they were stationed in the woods. I observed for a long time, they were about 1,200 people. Please prepare the army early. , Vichymiris Fortress, will suffer the impact of these monsters at any time."

"Only 26 kilometers?! It's too close... Alas, misfortunes never come singly." Asana frowned and sighed sadly. "I will send a messenger to request reinforcements from the king. Send my order! All the members of the fortress are ready for war! All cavalry scouts outside, all retreat to the fortress! The craftsmen should pay attention to repairing the damaged walls! The number of guards will triple for me, No! Triple!"

"Yes!"