Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Chief, please let me negotiate with him." Painhurs drew the steel long sword from his waist and walked gently to the side of the rouge mare. He sees too much of this greedy, cunning, profit-seeking businessman.

"Okay." Christina simply stepped aside. This decisive action caused Gary Vickers to squint a pair of dark yellow eyes in confusion, the fat on the face that was about to be drooped, and the eyes that completely covered the market, now, completely disappeared in a pile of green. Among the fat.

A matrilineal clan actually let a stallion stand in front of the stage?

"Honorable King Gallivex." Painhurs gently inserted the tip of the sword into the snow, and said slowly with his pale and cold hands, leaning on the end of the hilt. "I probably understand your plan, to drive away the wolf? Slowly weaken the enemy's power? Smart, quite smart."

"But," the pale white man said with a turn. "You underestimated the strength of human beings. We just returned from the battlefield, and the Roman and Eastern Gothic coalition forces had almost no losses. They wiped out the orc tribe that you tricked into the battlefield."

"How is it possible!" Gary Vickers widened his dark yellow eyes with greedy eyes, and said in disbelief. "The orc clan led by Chief Gezigula is cruel and bloodthirsty, and there are only broken walls wherever it goes! It is an invincible green natural disaster! They even have two hundred heavy cavalry, and one looks funny It's ridiculous, but an amazingly powerful siege machine!"

"If you don't believe it, you can let your people come over and take a look. The fortress is not far from here." Painhurs said calmly.

As soon as the trade king's eyes rolled, he immediately waved his fat arms, calling for a group of goblin riders holding a compound short bow and driving the pitch-black wolves. Order them to check in the south. The bloated fingers continued to turn the gorgeous golden crown, forming a dazzling golden whirlwind.

The sight of the pale white horse fell unconsciously on this high-speed rotating crown: that thing was gorgeous and complicated to the extreme. On the perfect body of pure gold, densely carved with exquisite totems and mysterious runes. The front half of the ring is inlaid with nine little golden men... No, those golden men with great craftsmanship have a long snake tail. On the side of their heads, there are a pair of vivid goat horns, making them look like The devil is closer.

The golden devil located in the middle of his forehead is the largest, and the other eight small golden devils evenly surround it on both sides. The further away from him, the smaller the body. The demons held a huge golden shield in their left hand, and in the center of the nine shields, there was a huge oval cavity.

Their right hand held a golden giant sword high above their heads. The nine handles are inlaid with gems and a long sword with a large number of mysterious runes hollowed out, like nine shrinking golden peaks, turning into the top of the ring, the sharp and beautiful golden crown.

Painhurs's dark and deep pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle. Breathing became more rapid. He quickly stabilized his mind, pretending to be boring waiting for the wolf cavalry to reply, and said casually: "This thing is beautifully made. Where did you get it?"

"You said this?" Gary Vickers, who smelled the business opportunity, straightened up his lazily bloated body immediately. "I bought it from a group of hobgoblins. Attention! It is not an ordinary crown! It is a magical thing! Look at the exquisite relief on it! Look at the inlaid on it, lifelike Nine golden devils! If you want, I can give you a 9.5 percent discount! Only nine thousand five hundred Sudlers gold coins! This dazzling crown can be worn on your brain of wisdom ! If you don’t have money, you can exchange it with equivalents."

"Magic wonder? What effect?" Christian was also interested when he heard the word magic, and curiously walked to the side of the bear goblin.

"Eh..." The Trade King tried to divert the subject and raised the golden crown to Painhurs' eyes. "Look at these gorgeous reliefs! Oh my God, this carving technique is simply amazing! These are rare things made by Teflin, on which are carved legendary demons: Cyrus the Great defeated Medes, Lydia, and Babylon in succession. Kingdom, founded the Achaemenid dynasty, and crowned as the grand epic of all Teflin emperors! Look! These two Persian words that are like wings, blooming on both sides of his body: King of kings! God of gods!"

"Wow! The background is so big." Painhurs clapped his hands and praised. "So what is the effect?"

"Don't worry about such trivial things. The cultural value and historical significance of this thing are much better than some small magical effects, don't they?" Gary Vickers smiled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Continue to flicker.

"He was the crown that Cyrus the Great wore when he was crowned! It's a pity, this legendary emperor fell in love with a legendary female centaur. He took the army north to the Salmatia steppe, Trying to take the stunning mare back to her bed-ah, the next thing, you guys should be quite clear: the invincible queen Tomiris, personally cut off the head of the Persian emperor, from then on, the devil The golden crowns of the descendants never returned to the Mesopotamia. Instead, they drifted away on the northern grasslands. The previous owner was an Ostrogoth king. He was beheaded by a hobgoblin in the early days, and then it was eaten at a low price for a bite. Sold it to me."

"As a magical wonder, you don't talk about effects, but you tell me a lot of history?" Painhurs listened to the past history of this magical revision of "Tommyris slaying Cyrus the Great". The inability to vomit. "So, is the effect very rubbish?

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"Tsk, why is your horse so practical?" The dry-mouthed Gary Vix picked up the Egyptian beer handed over by the waiters and drank it. "Okay, okay, I admit, this extremely terrifying thing should be broken. I don't know which barbarian did the good thing-now, he can only make the wearer's charm +1."

"You bear goblin dare to speak loudly! The odd thing with attribute +2 can sell at most 4,000 Sudlers! You +1 rubbish, dare to ask for nine thousand five hundred gold coins? This is still a discount. After the price?" Christian broke out on the spot. Dark and smooth fingers rubbed back and forth on the trigger of the light crossbow. "Don't stop me from anyone! I want to shoot to death the black-hearted profiteer who has no sincerity!"

"I was impulsive, Christian." Painhurs hurriedly ran between the two, using his last spell slot today to pass a paragraph of words to the bard's ears through [Communication].

"This thing is definitely not waste!!"

"Nice work! White people! Stop this crazy woman and I will give you eight... No, 10% off!" Knowing the power of the crossbow bolt, Gary Vix immediately shrank into the pool of gold coins. Among. The hobgoblins wearing scales on both sides also pulled out the machete on their waists, protecting and flocking their boss and the six-headed huskies pulling the sled in the center of the team.

"I said, King, are you a bard or a warlock?" Painhurs said calmly after persuading Christian. "Even if there is, just add a little charm, it doesn't seem to be very useful. This crown has a great background and a high cultural value. But those things can't be eaten."

"So you want to bargain?" Gary Vickers straightened his swollen body from a pile of coins, his eyes gleaming with hatred. "Do you want to bargain with my trade king?"

"That's right." Payinghurs said confidently, looking at the wolf cavalry returning from a distance. Sure enough, when Gary Vickers heard the news that the Greenskins had been wiped out, his face instantly became extremely pale! The ferocious eyes also became extremely frightened!

"Let’s see the reality! Your plan to drive away the wolf and the tiger has long turned into a tactic of sacrifice in vain! It will only make potential allies worthless! Your trading kingdom or my bloodanger clan alone , Can't pose a fatal threat to the Romans!" Christina also understood Painhes's plan and swung a great axe vigorously. "Now all the clans in the north are struggling to die! Let a fair deal to conclude a covenant between our two clans and face the powerful enemies in the south together! How?!"

The enemy's strength seemed to be far beyond his imagination. The Trade King lowered his head and pondered for a long time, finally raised his fat face and nodded fiercely. The six layers of greasy and bloated chin, accompanied by his violent head movements, swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

"Well, a thousand gold coins! Take it to be happy!" Gary Vickers pressed his forehead irritably. It seems that without a bit of blood, the clan will find it difficult to survive this crisis. Damn the Eastern Goths! The petty blockade of Pelekop is narrow. A few years ago, the lizard people generously let people come to the island to spend the winter!

"By the way, do you have any spell-casting materials? I am a warlock." Painhurs asked slowly instead of paying for it.

"Huh? Sagittarius? Very rare. I thought you were a bard." Gary Vickers picked up the black eyebrows that were trapped in a pile of fat. "Materials for spellcasting are now in short supply. Only the big cities of Rome and Persia can be sold here. Normally, we can easily reach the market by borrowing the lizardmen boats, but now, those greedy, petty, and damned Eastern Goths People blocked the roads to death..."

"So, you have to add money again?" Painhurs said amusedly as he watched the dancing, chubby goblin profiteers.

"Yes, things are rare," Xiong Goblin rubbed the fleshy fat bear's paw, and smiled and forgiven the equestrian warlock in front of him. Since the Eastern Gothic blocked the land and sea, the materials used to cast spells on the grassland have basically disappeared. It seems that this warlock is also unable to use arcane magic because of the scarcity of materials, and his combat power has dropped drastically. Humph, this time he should be slaughtered.

Thinking of this, Gary Vickers pretended to be magnanimous. "It's not that I said, now the cost of casting materials has increased ten times, no, twenty times. What do you want?"

"Twenty times, that's what you said." The pale white horse showed a weird smile and opened the animal skin bag tied around his waist. Gary Vickers thought well. The northern grassland is indeed scarce, but Herniwell, the sorcerer who is exposed to the five-ring arcane, can bring out a large bag of spell-casting materials from Rome! Those expensive things fell into the hands of Barbarian Claws, and then they were captured by Painhurs!

"My God! Mica! Viscose! Candle! Viper's venom sac..." Gary Vickers was dumbfounded, raising his head in disbelief. "Where did you get so much material?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Painhurs divided out about 1/4 of the casting materials. "These are about 200 gold coins. I am not as black-hearted as you. I will sell you five times!"

"No problem, no problem." The obese bear goblin greedily accepted the precious materials in front of him, and threw the Persian crown into the hands of the horses-these are life-saving things! Compared with these things that can be transformed into powerful magic, that +1 charm headgear is a fart!

Although Gary Vix is ​​greedy for money, he is also a very practical bear goblin. Knowing what is extremely valuable and what is worthless in a special period.