Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"So, you want my evil flame clan to join you in attacking the wood fortress of the shrimps?" The beast Leonardo opened a big mouth full of sharp fangs, biting one end of the food history. Above Guge's body. The four terrifying fangs protruding upwards instantly pierced the round red body of the little thing. The chief was splashed with blood.

After being pierced through his body by the slender fangs, the living edible Sgugger let out a high-pitched and sharp scream, and his two lower legs kept twitching and shaking like a goat.

"Yes. This is good for your clan. The severe cold in the north will slowly swallow everyone up. In this snowy field that can submerge the knees, the clan can't make long-distance migration." As defeated. The victor of the chief, Painhurs was respected by all the orcs of the Felflame clan. Together with Christian, sat on the green-skinned dining table and enjoyed breakfast.

Of course, the two men and horses did not dare to eat-the bowl full of fist-sized edible Sguggers, all alive! Pushing his two calves in the tub, grinning at the diners who are countless times larger than them.

Damn it, are orcs all savages? You can eat it after it's cooked!

"However, there is a peninsula in the south surrounded by the sea on three sides! It is warm as spring and abundant in rain. There are thousands of miles of fertile fields and the mountains of livestock! As beautiful as a dreamland! As long as we destroy the Eastern Gothic fortress, that wonderland is ours! "Painhurs described the prosperity of Crimea vividly. "Moreover, I am the winner. You must obey me one condition."

"Cut!" The beast Onardo rubbed his upper and lower jaw fiercely, and two rows of sharp fangs immediately tore off a large piece of **** fat from the red ball.

While chewing on the tender and juicy Skug meat, he said vaguely. "I thought you were just hungry and came to beg for a stutter. I didn't expect it to be such a major event. Come on, is Xiami's fortress strong? Can't even you monsters break it?"

"Humans are very strong." Painhurs changed his gestures, causing mini houses to spring up from the dining table like bamboo shoots after a rain, forming a miniature Visemiris fortress. "Their wooden walls are covered with a thick layer of mud, so they are immune to flames. The walls are twenty-four feet high and nine feet wide. The only city gate can only allow four horses to pass side by side. The other side only needs one. A hundred people can build an indestructible terrorist defense line inside the city gate."

"In terms of strength, it is about 2,000 barbarian soldiers, there is a whole battalion, about 600 people in the Roman regular legion, oh, there is also an eight-man squad of mage, but there should be seven people left now." Crossed Herniwell from the power table. "The Bloodfury clan has a total of more than 800 tall and sturdy soldiers. The merchant clan of Gallivex has two thousand goblins and countless cannon fodder slaves."

"Okay! I've done this business!!!" Beast Leonardo rolled his evil and cunning eyes, and finally slapped the table fiercely, and shook dozens of edible Skugs into the high sky.

"My Evil Flame clan, most of them are Evil Sun Orcs. There are five hundred Skug Hussars coming and going like wind, two hundred big orcs riding huge winter wolves. Oh, let’s introduce, the average orcs The height is about six feet. However, the orcs who are constantly bathed in blood may become bigger and stronger! Once they are over eight feet tall, we call them big guys. Finally, there are twelve adult pairs. Foot Flying Dragon, and the corresponding rider."

"It's very strong, then, happy cooperation." Painhurs breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Friendly stretched out his right hand.

"WAAAGH——" The evil sun orc held Painhurs' big hand, and let out a savage, bloodthirsty roar from deep in his throat.

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Next day

Just when Painhurs brought the Felflame clan back into the clan, Gallivex also invited what he called an "ogre." This kind of human monster is six feet tall. The whole body was covered with dark green scales. A long emerald green dorsal fin runs along his spine from his forehead to the end of the slender and twisted snake tail. There is a thick web between the sharp claws. And above the hideous head of a reptile, a pair of cold and ruthless evil vertical pupils are carefully looking at the horses and orcs in front of them.

"You call this lizard-man an ogre? Could it be that the common language vocabulary you learned has some subtle error with the normal common language?" Looking at the dark green lizard walking upright in front of you, Christina Suspiciously, he looked in the direction of Gary Vickers.

"Ah! Don't mention it, there was a small mistake in that matter." Gary Vickers patted his head regretfully. The fat on his body was shaking slightly.

"The ogre once established a prosperous barbaric kingdom in Dacia on the north bank of the Danube. It even threatened the territory of the Romans at one time.

But the good times didn't last long. In the Dacia War initiated by the legendary emperor Trajan, their cities, villages, and the 30th Urpius Legion were completely destroyed. The clansmen, who were also relegated to slaves and gladiators by Augustus, were shackled and escorted back to the empire, and for the corrupt and degraded upper classes, they added a bit of **** fun after a meal. Only a very lucky few survived. "

"So, you want to tell the ogres that Urpius, the 30th Legion, appeared in the Vichymiris Fortress?" Christina said incredulously.

"Let me guess, those burly, fat, and brainless behemoths, aside from anything else, rushed directly to the south. Now, I am afraid they have already been fighting with the Romans?"

"Yes, yes. Their eyes were red at the time, and they shouted one by one, "Blood debt! "Dragging the family and ran to the south, I couldn't stop it!" The Chief Bear Goblin of the Merchant Clan sighed deeply. "However, I found the Lizardmen. They once ruled the coast of Crimea, but were driven out of their hometown by the Ostrogoths, and had blood and blood feuds with our enemies. The enemy's enemy is a friend! So he was willing to join in. Our coalition forces."

"Humanity destroyed our homeland, and my noble people became refugees. However, humanity cannot destroy our will! Because the powerful God of Nature inspires the spirit of each of us! Let us be united in despair !" The lizard man, who was covered with dark green scales, made a sharp, hoarse roar, the golden vertical pupils were full of hatred anger.

"We lizardmen are a fishing and hunting nation. They are good at building boats that can cross the Black Sea, land on the flanks of the fortress, and cover your battles! This layer of scales that I am proud of has defenses equal to those made by humans."

The lizard man proudly patted his dark green scales with his webbed claws. "However, when humans wear the scale armor and swim, they will sink directly to the unfathomable seabed. But the lizardmen are natural swimmers! We have a thousand people wearing leather armor, holding small shields, and throwing spears. soldier!"

"Welcome to join, powerful lizardman chief." Christina shook her head and motioned to take out her battle flag from left to right. It was a brown bear skin tied to a spear, with a blood-colored skull smeared on it. It symbolizes the miserable death caused by the anger that touches blood.

The three chiefs understood. The merchant clan of Gallivex carried out a black wolf skin. A golden triangle is painted on it, symbolizing a tall mountain range made up of endless gold.

The evil flame clan of the beast Onado is a piece of crimson skug leather, and the evil sun orcs personally used the most vivid and dazzling bright red paint to paint the leather in a mess of flames.

And the lizardman chief: Hist. The Corrupt Scale Clan led by him played an exquisite flag painted with a dragon totem on the leather.

Under the witness of the flags of the four clans, two chubby goblins carried out a jug of Egyptian beer. The four chiefs cut open the little finger of their left hand with a knife and dripped blood into the wine jar.

The extremely eye-catching business goblins immediately poured the wine evenly into the four skull wine bottles. The four monster chiefs toasted and drank the wine in one go!

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Bloodfury Camp

When the monster chiefs swore an oath to form an alliance, and the monsters were all in the fun and the defense was extremely empty, an unremarkable brown man and horse quietly approached the corral where Heniwell was held.

The appearance of the drow was extremely miserable and haggard. In order to save trouble. The Centaur took out the rough saddle captured from the goblin, remodeled it at will, placed it on the back of a packhorse, and then spread the female warlock's legs and threw her on it.

The six leather leggings used to prevent the rider from falling were tightly tied to the slender and round legs of the drow, and they became the shackles that restrained her from moving. His dark and smooth hands were tied behind his back with a flexible bowstring, and his blushing and alluring lips were also tightly wrapped in animal skins.

Herneval's neck was slender and elegant like a swan, and it was wrapped in a steel cast collar. Two iron chains are connected to the front and rear ends of the saddle. As a result, she could not fall asleep on horseback.

"Tsk tusk." The humble man shook his head regretfully. Slowly released her gag. "Claura Petra's heirs have landed in such a field, pitiful."

"You, you guys don't want to know anything about the empire from my mouth!" Herniwell, who was extremely tired, said subconsciously. Wait, what did the other party just say? Clara Petra?

"Who are you?" The drow narrowed a pair of beautiful demon purple eyes. Why does this man know his origin?

The brown centaur glowed with a milky greasy light, and the strong muscles were constantly twisting and deforming. The human head split into nine pieces in an instant, and slowly transformed into the horror of the nine hydras covered with hard scales. Head!

Seeing the vision in front of her, Herniwell was shocked and dumbfounded. Before she could react, the nine huge snake heads disappeared in an instant. Turned into a pale and twisted bald head, muttering piously.

"For the emperor."

"Transfiguration...Alpharis!" Herniwell's eyes widened. "Why are you here?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Alpharis, the shapeshifter, regained the appearance of an adult horse. "Monsters will be back soon! I will go back to the fortress now, tell the general that you are still alive, and let him organize rescue. But before that, you must tell me everything you know, hurry!