Augustus Under the Horseshoe

At that time, I wanted to choose a powerful creature from another plane as a familiar for you, but that nasty dwarf intervened because he was jealous of your power! "

"Hey, don't you lie without drafting? The lie will come when you open your mouth?" After being put on a big hat by the drow, Christian's face became extremely pale. "You just want to get back your life-saving means at the bottom of the box!"

"Look, how short-sighted this unreasonable petite beast is!" Herniwell became more and more into the play. "This scroll is in your hands. You can only summon a powerful creature to save your life at a critical moment. But in my hand, I can summon a monster for my dear student as his permanent favorite! For blood! The Nu clan will permanently add a powerful combat power!"

"Okay, don't say it." To the bard and his teacher's bad personality, Pain Hess, who knew everything about it, probably understood what had happened, and walked forward and almost persuaded him. The two who fought. He placed the light crossbow made by himself in Christian's dark and smooth palm.

"This..." Christian's eyes widened in surprise. Her sister is responsible for guarding the camp and has never seen the power of the crossbow bolt. But the bard who was in charge of managing the herd could see a few dirty and weak goblins, holding cross-shaped bows and arrows, and instantly shot and killed the tall and strong centaurs!

"With the help of Curonia, I used those heavy crossbows as a reference to create a light crossbow with a relatively small pull, and adjusted it according to your height." Pain Hess smiled and repeated it again. How to use the crossbow. The bard's memory is obviously better than her sister who is a barbarian, and after a few fumbles, he has mastered the knack of winding.

"Why, do you want to use this to smash the crossbow in exchange for the scroll in my hand?" Christian reluctantly stroked the light crossbow in his arms, his exquisite face full of exotic customs, but showed a disdainful appearance. .

"Of course not, this gift is just to repay the care you have taken to me over the past half month." Painhurs said gently. "I heard that you couldn't use bows and arrows for special reasons. That's why I made these two crossbows by myself. How about? Tomorrow, are you going to enjoy the long-lost hunting?"

After listening to the pale white horse's reply, Christian slightly squinted his incomparably glamorous **** eyes and stared at the opponent for a long time, before snorting softly, and threw the scroll in his hand to Pain Hess. Indifferently walked to the corner of the igloo, held the light wooden crossbow in his arms contentedly, and stopped attending to the three of them.

"My sister has a rather awkward personality, but she still likes your gift, otherwise she wouldn't hold it in her arms." Christina leaned in the white horse's ear and whispered softly.

"You can see, you can see." The white horse shook his head amusedly, and moved his gaze to Herniwell, who was just above the **** body in a bearskin. There is no sign of handing over the scroll to the teacher. "So, what should I do to summon a creature suitable for being a familiar?"

"Cut." The drow sighed secretly in his heart. It seemed that he couldn't get the scroll at all. Forget it. Compared with his own life, everything is imaginary.

"You're ready to start again. The entire process of collecting creatures into familiars will take 24 hours, and magic materials worth 100 Sudres gold coins." Drow

Said the elf listlessly. "I advise you to let me cast the spell. This spell casts for a long time and is terrible. Casting this spell is also an extremely dangerous move: it is probably to lure a creature from another plane into a trap we prepared in advance. If the creature can't Escape, you can trap it for as long as you want. By describing what you want it to do, and perhaps at the same time promising some kind of reward, you can try to force the creature to work for you once—of course, including forcing him to become a familiar."

"Ah, by the way, if I remember correctly, you were a lawful evil during the camp test the other day."

"Yes." Painhurs nodded. Because of the working environment, everyone is climbing up unscrupulously under an inviolable rule. Although I chose to leave, the experience of those years is still carved in my bones.

"Then recruit a little devil, just for the blessing of my teacher. I know a nest in the Nine Prisons of Barto." The drow, who is also in the evil camp, asked for his own from the arrogant bard. Pack, start to build the summoning circle and the cage trap.

According to her, the little devil living in the nine prisons of Barto is a bit like a goblin in the material world. But the former is more powerful, cunning, and more skillful, but also more timid. In a critical juncture, you may not sell your owner.

My own demon is also one of the little devils. After seeing that he was caught by a group of bear goblins, he disappeared invisibly in front of him, and went away alone!

But the flaws do not conceal the advantages, after all, their strength is still very good.

"It's getting started!" Herniwell unrolled the scroll in her hand, using terrifying purgatory language, softly chanting weird sentences that the men and horses did not understand. With the passage of time, the surrounding air became more and more gloomy and dignified. After about ten minutes, a blood-colored terrifying claw abruptly protruded from the inside of the mysterious and complex circle!

A ferocious head with goat horns, huge black bat wings, slender limbs with sharp claws, and a tail that is longer than the torso and with hooks at the end, like a scarlet snake. Adding all the characteristics together, this is simply a terrifying monster that will only appear in the nightmare of intelligent creatures!

It's a pity that after this devil straightened his hideous body inside the summoning circle, he was not as high as Painhurs' knees.

"WDNMD is really [little] the devil." The pale white horse had a black line on his face. "I thought your goblin metaphor was just a joke."

"Why, do you think you can make an abyss refiner your beloved?" The drow wiped the sweat beads from his forehead and spoke in common language. "That thing can tear your entire clan to pieces."

"Okay, what do you want to do next?" Painhurs knelt on the ground, looking curiously at the red little devil who was trapped in the circle in front of him, unable to move, but still grinning at himself.

"It's you, half-man, half-horse monster who wants to sign a contract with me?" Before the drow could speak, the little devil inside the circle spoke in a common voice, using a common language between men and women. The sharp voice screamed loudly. "Okay, if your soul is mine after you die, I will accept it!"

"Don't deceive newcomers! Believe it or not, I will let my teacher, and his demon come over and teach you!" Hennival threatened in a stern face. "Don't you remember me? The teacher often summons you."

"Huh? Herniwell! I said why this drow lady who wears a rumor and drinks blood is so familiar!" The little devil's thin body shook the ranger, his mind a little shaken. "Why, this monster is your concubine? Ghost PLAY? Your taste is so heavy, do your parents know?"

"Hey, you little devil's mouth is owed." The drow's beautiful face faintly exudes a horrible murderous intent. "Stop talking nonsense, I know the bottom line of your contract! Just press that."

"Okay, okay. I won't say anything. It's not bad to be able to leave that ghost place anyway." After seeing the familiar old face, the little devil understood that he couldn't deceive any soul this time, so he became a lot more honest. , A pair of red pointed ears, also listless, drooped softly.