Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Under the endless investigations and reports of the scouts, the Bloodfury clan is constantly revising the course of advancement, trying to avoid those large monster communities. Everyone is carrying more than two hundred pounds of heavy objects, driving twenty times more than themselves. The livestock, trudge hard in the squally wind. Originally only 26 kilometers away, they had to walk for more than three hours before they managed to reach the northern shore of the Black Sea.

The knee-thick ice and snow along the road was enough to submerge the top of the lamb's head. The terrifying low temperature continuously deprived the little precious heat in the organism. In just three hours, there were at least more than two hundred poor animals, one head down in the white snow, and they could not get up again.

"Huh?" During this arduous trek, the drow suddenly felt a slight wave of magic. She turned around curiously and saw that Christian, who was carrying a large bag of supplies, pulled out her waist unexpectedly. The clarinet in between, gently blew a vast and tragic grassland song, trying to boost everyone's morale.

"Don't blow! You will expose our goal like this!" Herniwell, who was riding on a horse, hurriedly stretched out her right hand, tried to stop the magical music, and continued to play. However, the bard jumped lightly to a distance beyond her reach. The drow wanted to chase his horse side by side, but the docile prairie horse under his hip was more obedient to his horse master, and he was completely indifferent to the orders of the drow.

"Don't be so nervous." Christiana's **** eyes were as magnificent as rubies, with a strange expression. After playing for a while, he slowly put down the clarinet in his hand. "I'm just to boost everyone's morale. Oh, the whistling north wind has already covered up my insignificant little flute sound."

"Then you can't do it like this!"

"Do you bother! A drow!"

"Really, why are you both arguing every time you come back." Just as the two were quarreling, suddenly, a blast of magnetic male voice came slowly from afar. Painhurs returned to the team for the third time.

"Where is Magnus?" Herniwell frowned. "Be careful, if the familiar dies, your soul will also be terribly damaged."

"Don't worry about him, the guy who is cautious and uses all his skills to save his life will definitely live longer than me." Painhurs murmured speechlessly. "We just saw Visimiris Fortress. I told him to watch invisibly nearby. Everyone is holding on for a while! You will reach your destination through this forest! That's it!"

"Very well, it's almost dark. Everyone will be stationed here!" Christina tightly held the wooden handle of the giant axe and arranged work. Relying on the dense jungle, the group of people built a simple line of defense with the rigorous snow bricks and the horses and thorns. The old and weak women, children, and property materials are tightly protected.

Farther away, the predators used sharp iron cones to drill transparent holes in a large number of ribs, and then used a strong hemp rope to connect them in series, concealedly tied between the two tree trunks. If anyone accidentally bumps into the rope while walking through the woods, countless ribs will collide with each other and make a squeaky sound to warn the people of their dangerous approach.

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"Painhurs, my dear student, when will your beloved come back?" The exquisite and beautiful drow, sitting gracefully on the broad horseback, two slender and round thighs, boring front and back swing. It is in sharp contrast with the busy tribe beside him.

"It's hard to say, it will take about half an hour. I will let him fly two more times. Tsk, the little devil's self-cloaking technique without spell slot restrictions is really cheating." Painhurs was building a snow wall, One side faintly reached. "Why are you asking me this question twice?"

"Half an hour, that's it." Herniwell did not answer her student's question. Jumped down from the horseback. The white snow immediately drowned her dark and smooth calf, and grinned coldly on the drow, who was wearing only a huge bear skin.

Herniwell walked forward with difficulty. In the past few days, she had basically gained the trust of the Bloodfury clan. No one stopped herself, and came to Rouge Lima behind the three-headed Chimera leather armor.

"Don't move!!!"

Suddenly, the drow gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind. He dexterously jumped to the back of the bloodrage chief. His right hand drew out a sharp dagger from somewhere, bypassing the gap between Chimera's head and stabbing it precisely. On the white neck of the rouge horse!

"Damn it! I said the drow can't believe it!" The old druid was the first to react, and the vines entwined around the antlers rose up into the sky like countless dancing pythons!

"Give me your spells! Old Druid! Otherwise, you will soon nominate a new chief!" Hernival increased the strength in her hand, her sharp dagger squeezed the rouge. Lima's weak neck opened a small gap in the cold and stiff flesh and blood.

In the freezing weather, the drow ignored the opponent's strange body temperature.

"You..." The old Druid had no choice but to cancel the spell. Hundreds of people and horses quickly surrounded the two of them. However, their expressions do not have the slightest sense of tension, but instead of anger, they are mixed with some contempt and sympathetic eyes?

"Sorry, it’s been a pleasure to get along with you all these few days." Herniwell shook her head without thinking about this question

. He sighed with some regret, but the lilac enchanting eyes became firmer and firmer. Holding a sharp dagger in one hand, he intimidated Christina’s neck, while the other hand slowly stretched out to the animal skin sac filled with spell-casting materials on the waist--but that dark smooth jade hand, But touched a void? !

"Heniwell! Are you looking for this?" Looking at the ridiculous panicked look of the drow at his feet, Magnus flapped a group of huge black bat wings, suddenly revealing the prototype in the cold sky. The crimson claws firmly grasped a brown animal skin sac.

"Little devil?! Painhurs didn't mean you were investigating outside..." Herniwell turned her head in shock. Could it be that her dear student had already discovered her plan? This is impossible! What I pretend is so perfect! It is impossible to be discovered by a few nomadic monsters who have never seen the world!

"Sorry, I lied, sir. Magnus has been following you invisibly. Your conspiracy and tricks have deceived the Bloodfury clan, but you can't deceive me." Painhurs faced the beautiful drow With a delicate face, he raised the longbow feather arrow in his hand and pulled it into a terrifying full moon. "Let's take a look, what's the thing under your knife! Throw away the dagger! Hold your head in your hands and squat on the ground! Since you are my teacher, I will give you a way out!"

"What?!" The drow opened the huge Chimera leather armor--the thing covered the front so densely that nothing could be seen. As the pale gold leather armor faded, Herniwell's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle! ! !

The upper body of the rouge mare was not Christina's bumpy human body. On the contrary, it was a normal scarlet horse with a high elf corpse with only the upper body tied to its neck!

The remains of the high elves that Painhurs seized from the orcs!

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Time passed slightly forward.

Painhurs looked at the simple fortress in the distance in shock. On the wooden city wall, there is a simple and rough blue flag, and on the old blue cloth, with some kind of dim yellow dye, a golden crown hung on a spear is smeared-this is the Eastern Gothic There is no problem with the banner of people.

However, on the other side of the city wall, there is still a gorgeous and exquisite blood-colored flag! The bottom of the red flag is decorated with bright and beautiful golden tassels. On the face of the blood-colored flag, with expensive gold thread, embroidered with a hideous monster with a goat on the upper body and a fishtail on the lower body! Some people embroidered two lines of solemn war words on the head and feet of the half-sheep, half-fish monster in sacred Latin script.

LEG·XXX

ULPIAVICTRIX

"Thirtieth Urpius Victory Legion." Peinhes, who is familiar with history, silently read the terrifying meaning of that line of Latin words in his heart. Because of fear and sadness, his body trembled more and more severely. If I remember correctly, this legion was created by the famous Roman emperor: Trajan.

They followed Augustus and completely slaughtered the Dacia region on the north bank of the Danube! Incorporate large tracts of land with abundant water and grass into the territory of the empire. Later, under the leadership of Trajan, he participated in the Parthian conquest war, beheaded countless orcs and demons, and planted the eagle flag on the city wall of Parthian capital: Taixifeng! Let the territory of the Roman Empire reach its peak!

This corps has a terrible reputation, enough to stop children from crying at night!

Damn it! How could the Romans appear on the Crimea Peninsula at this point in time? The time is not right! No, no, there were no people in the original history, and no messy things like drow, magic net, etc.! Could it be that, in order to survive, the Ostrogoths simply kissed Augustus's boots. Willing to become a vassal of the Romans? In exchange for military aid from the other side, to consolidate their dominance in Crimea? ? ?

Yes, think about it, it's too far away from the Danube. It is impossible for the bear goblin to migrate from warm Thrace to the cold north in winter. Herniwell never said from beginning to end that she was going back to the mainland of Greece! This drow has been emphasizing that he just wants to return to the legion! The 30th Urpius Victorious Legion! ! !

No wonder she insisted on being the first soldier to break in! When this guy understood that there was bound to be a battle between the Bloodfury clan and the Eastern Goths, he did not hesitate to stand on the side of the Legion and the Eastern Goths!

"How is the investigation? Magnus?" In order to obtain more information. Pain Hess sent the little devil to use his invisibility to investigate. However, after a while, he flew back with a frustrated expression on Convenience.

"No, those Romans are too skilled. I used a detection magic, huh! Good guy! Detection invisibility, magic alarm... I was frightened by a bunch of defensive spells, and I didn't dare to leave them. Too close. If the old druid said that he flew over the fortress, not bragging, this group should have arrived recently." Magnus shook his head helplessly. Comforting the pale white horse in front of him. "However, from a distance, the temporary camp built by the Romans is not large, it is impossible to accommodate an entire legion, at most only 1,000 people."

The Roman army was very rigorous in weaving. One hundred people make a team, six teams make one battalion, ten battalions plus additional cavalry, mages, engineering and other units, make up a total of 10,000 people, it is a corps. There are more than 800 people, so the opponent should be a whole battalion, plus additional cavalry centuries, Austrian centuries, engineering centuries and other configurations...

Painhurs became more and more chilled as he thought about it. Think about it, there are more than six hundred people and horses, with an inside that has already touched the fifth magic net