Augustus Under the Horseshoe

After the warchief optimized his bloodline magic, he immediately handed the marble dice with twenty commonly used magic at that moment to the wind howl chief, let him optimize and improve his wind howl clan: nothing else, All equestrian warlocks who can touch the magic of the third ring must let them learn the dispelling magic. They must build a standard caster force according to the standards of the Roman Empire: not only can cast the destructive thunder arcane, but also disintegrate. , To counter the enemy’s magic.

Looking at the ecstatic Al'Akir and the howling warlock from a hundred families, playing with dice, the exhausted Painhes also bid farewell to the military commander’s camp and walked towards the place where the men and horses were stationed. After so long and so many things, I finally came back.

"You just heard that when you suddenly teleport in the camp, you will be killed by those wizards on the spot. Don't want to use shadows to jump and run, let alone the Roman steel cage, your sad teleport ability. Even jump. Not out of our barracks."

The warchief carried one of his trophies and walked quickly to the mercenary's chassis. The tall and burly giants of various races, and the feminine and enchanting banshees, have made way for this white horse, and cast their fear and admiration. look. Defeating a king of a fire giant head-on is not something that everyone can do. In such a wild tribe, power is everything.

Pain Hess, enjoying the admiration of the monsters around him, continued to run forward. Soon, a scarlet and dazzling blood-colored banner was exposed in front of him, embroidered with a hideous and terrifying **** skull: that is exactly Totem of the Bloodfury clan.

Wait, why are there so many Teflin prisoners in my camp?

"Warchief? Are you back? No news for dozens of days. Everyone is worried about your safety."

Seeing the pale white horse coming from afar, a few blood-fury guards in heavy armor came forward ecstatically. They stringed a long line of scarlet-skinned half demons with ropes. Those guys are all tough and tough. The tied hands are still covered with calluses...

Oh, that group of prisoners of war.

"Why are these prisoners of war still staying in the camp? The Romans said how much gold is a prisoner worth? Aristocratic, it seems to be exchanged for silver according to their weight, so why not put it at home."

The warchief asked with some confusion.

"Ah, don't mention it, those two-legged beasts seem to be a bit tight."

A brutal soldier waved his hand unhappily.

"Therefore, the uncles with peacock feathers on these helmets, let us raise the captives by ourselves. After the empire wins the war and collect enough coins from the Persian demonites, we can exchange these red leather gadgets. The promised reward."

"Let go of me! You monsters!"

A Teflin frantically twisted his wrist, trying to break free from the restraints of the centaur, but no one except the warchief understood the language of purgatory he said. Several muscular brutal soldiers grabbed the halberd in their hands and used The wooden pole with the thickness of the child's arm hit their calf fiercely, making his ears clean again.

"Weave them together with those goblins, and are responsible for cleaning up all kinds of garbage and excrement in the camp. If someone can cook and you think the taste is good, then go to the fire."

The Pale Warlock decides the fate of these hundreds of prisoners at will, and can't wait to run to the chief's camp. It has been too long since he saw Sister Christina, and he missed his spouse very much.

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"Guess who is back?"

The warchief could not wait to open the curtain of the camp, and immediately saw two familiar faces that were almost exactly the same. The pair were as mature and glamorous as the twins, and the same lovely and charming, with four red eyes that were as bright and beautiful as rubies. , At the moment of seeing Pain Hess, it flashed with brilliant brilliance!

The only difference is that Christian is petite and cute. His complexion is the kind of exotic coffee color. He has long, jet-black hair. The dexterous hands of the bard make a beautiful braid, like a long dark river, light. Lightly draped on her bare shoulders, rising and falling along the towering round mountains.

Christina, on the other hand, is tall and handsome. She is as dangerous and beautiful as a lioness. She has long red hair that is passionate and beautiful like a blaze, and it is splashed freely like a scarlet waterfall. She has every inch of white and beautiful skin all over her body. Accompanied by the excitement inside, it gradually turned into a thrilling rouge color.

"Why are you coming back now! Don't contact us! The **** bald man announced to everyone in the camp a few days ago: They have lost contact with the expeditionary fleet, and our warchief may have been killed!

My God, the news almost didn't scare us to death! Everyone thinks you have an accident! If it weren’t for my sister and I to keep pressing the information, forbidding everyone to pass the news to the north, and killing some guys who wanted to make trouble alive, the tribe would definitely fall into a new round of chaos! "

Christina jumped up, like a red storm, and instantly slammed in front of Painhurs. A pair of rouge fists hammered heavily on the broad shoulders of the white horse, venting her fatigue and dissatisfaction over the past few days. . The scared little devil slapped his wings and ran away-hell, if you simply competed for strength, the mare said she was first, and no one dared to say second.

"hiss--"

Pain Hess pretended that he was hit very painful, and his facial features were twisted together because of the pain. Christina, with tears in the corners of her eyes, immediately stopped her offensive, took another step forward, and carefully checked her spouse’s Injured, but the warchief took the opportunity to hold him in his arms.

The Rouge Lie Ma struggled symbolically twice, and nestled happily in that familiar embrace.

"Forget it, just come back, just come back."

Christian also wanted to vent his panic and dissatisfaction over the past few days to the guy who was playing with the missing, just like his sister, but, after a thousand words, it only turned into a relief-like sigh.

"Um-uh! uh!!!"

Suddenly, Iroshiel, who hung on the halberd, suddenly twisted his body violently, and his eyes became extremely frightened. Painhurs followed her gaze and slowly shifted his gaze, impressively A dangerous and deadly half-devil figure was found: a Teflin girl with her hands and feet bound by chains and exuding a gloomy atmosphere, was cleaning the room.

Although she was dressed in shackles and even working as a slave, her arrogant expression was exactly the same as that of a nobleman. Under the devil’s horns, a pair of beautiful pupils are like two blazing **** flames

"This is... Bolanjar? The commander of Sasanian Persia? The daughter of the King of Kings? Didn't she get caught by the interrogators for interrogation?"

"After asking everything that should be asked, the Romans tried to use her as a bargaining chip and negotiated with the King of Kings. As a result, the Demonite directly ordered the entire army to release arrows and wanted to shoot his cumbersome child. Instead, they took the Romans It was scary."

Christian said lightly.

"Those goblins are clumsy and can't do anything satisfactory, so when the Romans treat the half-devil as **** and return it to us, I will order her to clean up the house."

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