Augustus Under the Horseshoe

About two hours later, hundreds of horse herders finally led thousands of steeds responsible for transportation, and they arrived late. The herdsmen ransacked every corner of the camp with joy. The Barbarian Claws don’t have much food, just a few hundred bags of wheat, some strange-looking bacon, and a small amount of wild vegetables and mushrooms.

However, there are many other messy things. A large number of polished sharp flint and straight wooden poles, these are taken back and modified, and it is estimated that 20,000 to 30,000 sharp arrows can be made. Not to mention the piles of wild beast fangs and exquisite bone carvings-these lifelike crafts are very popular in the south.

As for the common currency between the various nomadic clans on the grassland: animal skins. The Centaur seized more than 10,000 copies. Although most of them smelled like goblin feces, they should be able to be washed away.

"Go! Let's go home!" Some of the men and horses hauled heavy workhorses full of goods, and some used lassos and whips to drive the animals. They returned beamingly. Before leaving, they did not forget to dry the goblins on fire. Firewood was evenly spread inside the camp and sprinkled with some animal fat to burn the once prosperous Manclaw Camp.

"Things...said in advance, I will only teach you for a week." Looking at the half-man and half-horse around, the drow who broke free from the shackles, took off his wet linen clothes, covered with ropes. Yin's **** body, curled up inside a huge bear skin, shivered. "I really have no extra time. I will spend six days teaching you how to inspire, control, and hide the terrifying power in your bloodline. On the last day, I will help you to get a demon pet. On the eighth day, you must give me enough. The dry food, put me back to the legion!"

"Okay, no problem. Let's go, sir." Painhurs held up Herniwell's slender body and kept up with the team that had returned.

"Hey, you must carry your dear teacher — you see, the muscles of your back are so perfect and elegant. The pale coat feels as smooth as silk — don’t you have any idea about this ?"

"My horse is already carrying the goddess of luck, so I can't tolerate other women in it." Painhes, carrying the drow, casually lied. In fact, he just felt that his dignified rider would be very embarrassing if he was reduced to another's mount.

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Bloodfury Camp

The druids had healed all the wounded as quickly as possible, and accompanied their orphans at the graves of the dead, praying sadly to Skerrit. Others happily prepared a grand dinner. Pigs can only be used for animal husbandry, and they are of no value to the nomadic clans whose homes are everywhere. Therefore, all were slaughtered, bloodletted, peeled and cramped, cut into large pieces, placed on several grand bonfires, sprinkled with salt and slowly baked, more than 600 pigs, excluding those wheat, wild vegetables, cheese, Fruits and vegetables are enough for more than 1,200 celebrities to eat!

Some of the herders added fuel to the huge bonfires, and some took out bags of long-fermented milk wine and freshly squeezed goat's milk—a small number of tribesmen were out of luck, and it was their turn to stay vigil tonight and were not allowed to drink. At this moment, I had no choice but to look at the drunkard with envy and hatred, and drank the fresh milk contained in the orc's skull.

In the center of the bonfire, Christian led some young horses, gently plucking the long strings of the lute in his hands. Displaced, the horses and horses almost broke the inheritance of the bard, and the black-skinned mare is trying to breed The next generation of bards. With their childish fingers, while sweeping the strings, they slightly lifted their young and tender front legs. They used small but sturdy horses to lightly hit on the hard wooden boards. The bold grassland ensemble strikes a perfect beat.

Accompanied by the melodious and magnificent melody of the lute, some drunk people and horses also sang softly to cater to the intoxicating rhythm. Slowly, more and more people joined the occasion to sing, the vast and magnificent grassland singing. More vigorous. Loudly, in the end, the entire camp fell into a sea of ​​singing! !

Soon, the orphans and druids who had finished their prayers also joined this long-lost event, using the wine in the glass to soothe the pain in their hearts. A large number of supporters invited their comrades-in-arms, lovers, and danced around the grand bonfire. Christina, who was drunk, also stretched out her slender jade hand to Painhurs, the same drunk white man smiled, and danced with the chief with the most clumsy dance posture and the happiest smile to make the banquet happy. The atmosphere reached the culmination in the kind laughter!

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"Big, everyone listen to me!" After the song is over, after getting drunk, the white skin all over her body is once again sinking into the rouge-blooded, so beautiful Christina, who is holding the same swaying Peinhes, Slowly walked to the campfire. "Painhurs! He defeated the chief of the Barbarian Claw clan alone! He captured the powerful Black Dragonborn alive!"

"Oh oh oh! Painhurs! Bear goblin killer! Fall of the Black Dragon!" After a short silence, the crowd in the audience became more cheerful and noisy. One by one, they raised the skull wine bottles full of wine and goat's milk. , Racking his brains thinking about the nickname of the pale white horse. The repeat rate of the bear goblin killer is too high, and the fall of the black dragon is a bit exaggerated...

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Don't forget, when the chief recruited him into the clan, he was still two years and eleven months old! Not an adult yet! now! Our little white horse defeated the chief of a clan, so let everyone take advantage of this banquet and hold an adult ceremony for him! "

"Coming-of-age ceremony? How to hold it?" Painhurs rubbed his drunken black eyes. Under the influence of alcohol, endless desires have already broken through the shackles of reason, occupying all of his brain.

"Cut off the opponent's skull and use it as a vessel to fill the blood from the heart of the bear goblin! After drinking it all, you are an adult soldier of the Bloodfury clan!" Christina laughed. "Drinking the enemy's blood will make the clan more prosperous!"

"Okay!" With Jiu Jin, the pale white horse that drank his head without hesitation drew out the long sword from his waist, and directly chopped off the head with the face of savage claws. A few drunk night watchmen jumped on the stage enthusiastically, helped him cut off the bear goblin's scalp, skillfully waved the sharp blade in his hand, drew a circle along his brow bone, and easily removed the opponent's scalp. Skull.

"Huh—" Painhurs shook his drunken head and washed away the sticky brains on his skull with wine. Wielding a short spear equipped with barbs, it accurately pierced the bear goblin's stopped beating heart. The sharp barbs directly hooked the heart-shaped organ out of the chest of the wild claw!

The pale white horse squeezed fiercely with the strength of the wine, and the scarlet plasma was like a waterfall, instantly filling the white skull. Without a word, the drunk man picked up the skull wine bottle and drank it all at once!

It's as if one's body has become a half-man and half-horse. The sensible and calm human soul seemed to merge with the wild and unruly beast soul of Sukhbana. Although it is the human soul that dominates, the animal nature lurking deep in the soul has changed Painhurs' mind to a certain extent.

"It's refreshing! I'll take care of you on the battlefield in the future!"

"Hahaha! Let's cheer for the new fighters of the clan!"

"To our dead people! To the compatriots who fought side by side with us! To the new fighter who joined the clan: Pain Hess!!"

"Pain Hess! Pain Hess! Pain Hess!!"

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"What a bunch of cheerful monsters."

Next to the camp. Wielding a dagger and elegantly cutting a pork leg, Herniwell was also infected by the extremely cheerful emotions on the scene. The corners of her rosy mouth rose slightly, and she hummed a dark nursery rhyme from her hometown.