Augustus Under the Horseshoe

This humble wooden boat is going to sink!

Painhurs hurriedly got up, his four hoofs pressed **** the board of the boat soaked in seawater, and the whole person flew high in the air, straddling an elegant silver curve, and smashed down on an Eastern Gothic ship. Above the fishing boat.

This sudden heavy pressure caused the ship's gunwale to drop below sea level. The cold and humid sea water quickly poured into the hull, and in an instant, it exceeded the carrying limit of the fishing boat. Let this poor fishing boat, which was caused by the heavens, filled with salt water, and gradually sank to the bottom of the dark Black Sea!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Magnus fluttered his wings, took off, became invisible, and disappeared on the battlefield. A set of operations was as smooth as flowing water.

"Damn it!" The warlock with his horseshoes submerged in the sea jumped again, throwing away an ordinary fisherman who was shocked by himself, and drew a second silver curve in the air, landing on a ship full of the hardship of the Eastern Gothic navy. On the sailing boat!

"It's not as good as soaking in the sea!" Looking at a burly man in leather armor holding a wooden shield and iron axe, the pale white horse turned dark, and without hesitation threw a stick made of animal fat and solidified. Rough candles. Reading out the mysterious and complex spell out loud-the solid candle melted into a puddle of viscous liquid at the moment it fell to the ground, squirming his body, automatically drawing a simple summoning circle on the ship's board.

"call--"

A breath of disgusting purgatory radiated from the circle, accompanied by the breathtaking sound of crows, an unusually hideous and terrifying purgatory raven, flapping a pair of **** and twisted black wings, from The center of the magic circle rushed into the high sky!

"Magnus! Come back and help me fight!" Painhurs shouted in a language that the Eastern Goths couldn't understand. Then, from the tip of the index finger, a bunch of terrifying cold air engulfed in dense icy debris was shot, and the deck covered with icy water under my feet was frozen into a large piece of cold ice that was as smooth as a mirror. Three slipped and rushed over on the spot. The barbarian navy!

"Where did that guy fly!" While riding on the purgatory crow to harass the enemy, the white horse complained, while bending down two slender forefoot, drew out the long sword at the waist, and slashed hard. The man fell on the ground. That terrifying force directly chopped the fragile flesh and blood of the Eastern Goths, together with the sharp bones, into two pieces. The hot blood gurgled out like a fountain, and then it was frozen into scarlet ice by the cold ice surface.

"Summoning, Ice Ray... He is a low-level wizard who is not good at melee combat! Get close to him, and we will win!" The Admiral of Ostrogoth dropped the wooden shield in his hand and covered himself The left eye, blinded by the Purgatory Raven, finally chopped off the head of the mutant beast with an axe. "Who can kill that **** horse, I will reward him with a cow!"

Under the great reward, there must be brave men. These barbarians who migrated south from Gotland took off their warm coats, threw them on the ice, and rushed over with their arms, but they were unexpected. The thing is, the man and horse in front of you are fast and scary, and the power is terrifying!

Pain Hess threw out the Roman dagger in his hand and pierced the heart of the nearest enemy with precision. The huge impact brought the unlucky ghost to fly back, smashing the three enemies behind him, and a series of crisp and melodious sounds of broken bones and painful wailing sounds.

\"The impact of throwing a dagger can smash four people, do you call this guy a low-level wizard?\"

"boom!"

The arrow had to be sent on the string, and the unsure Barbarian continued to charge. The second man wielded a terrifying long-handled axe and slammed in front of him aggressively. The pale white horse raised a sword to greet each other, and took the opponent's heavy slash with a single right hand. The left hand was also hidden on the back of the right hand, quickly drawing a mysterious gesture. Then, he put his pale index finger out of the opponent's blind spot of vision. Let a deadly cold air, encased in countless sharp and tiny icy debris, accurately penetrated the enemy's right eye, and froze the red blood and the viscous brain into colorful ice at the same time.

Next, there are two more people, one left and the other right, and they are all at the same time! Pain Hess fights only by relying on purely terrifying physical functions, and does not have any melee fighting skills. No way, he had to grab the corpse's wrist and pulled his gradually cold body to front of him, using it as a shield to block the attack of the barbarian on the left. With the long sword in his hand, he barely caught the slash of the enemy on the right.

However, more and more barbarians, brandishing axes and wooden shields, surrounded him round and round!

"It's really embarrassing. Painhurs."

At this critical juncture, suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared in the sky, a pair of terrifying wings covering the sky and the sun, shrouded above the heads of the barbarians. They looked up in horror and saw dragons, lions, sheep, Three terrifying heads and a terrifying scarlet axe!

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Christina smashed into the crowd, overwhelming a large swath of Eastern Goths, as if the thing under her hooves was just a bunch of insignificant weeds. Looking at the panicked enemies around, the rouge horse rounded its axe and drew a **** arc in front of his graceful and graceful body. In an instant among the dense crowd

, Swept out an empty clean area, swept out countless pieces of fragmented limbs,

"I was saved by you again." The white white Ma Chang let out a sigh of relief, threw away the corpse shield in his hand, and said with a wry smile.

"You're welcome." A gentle smile bloomed on the firm face of Rouge Liema. "Hurry up and grab a few spacious sailing boats, I'm fed up with the lizardman boats! Be sure to take a good bath after the fight!"

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Above the rough sea, accompanied by the impassioned Roman war hymn, cruel and **** battles are still fought in every corner,

Relying on the strength of the scales, the lizardmen used swoops to roll down the Black Sea holding one or two humans. Inside the cold and dim Black Sea, bit their throats. The frantic fearless people, surrounded by some gray scale allies, relying on the terrifying jumping ability of the horses and horses, literally succeeding in jumping, standing on the deck of the sailing boat, waving the two-handed axe in their hands, Wearing leather armor, even inside the navy without armor, there was a **** storm mixed with stumps and broken arms!

Above the turbulent blood-colored sea, shards of wooden planks of broken ships and the fragmented flesh and blood corpses of the Eastern Goths were gradually floating.

"call out!!!"

Just when the situation was getting better, the Roman empire's galleon turned the spear of the scorpion crossbow at the already-occupied Gothic galleon. A sharp heavy spear directly tore through the sturdy scales of the lizardman and nailed him alive on the deck.

The lizardmen, who tried to climb onto the ship since the start of the war, did not make any progress at all under the dense spears of half-elves!

"Chief Hister! Order your sailors to drive the ship to their south!" At the moment of crisis, Painhes, who was arguing with Magnus, suddenly spoke up-well, the greedy devil saw the situation. The reversal flew back again.

"Southern? Why...oh." The green lizard thought for a moment, nodded suddenly. "Boys! Turn the rudder left! Go ahead at full speed! These human ships are similar in structure and principle to ours!"

"Why are you driving to the south--" Christina also asked curiously, but her question came to an abrupt end along with the sight in front of her. The ten small sailboats were bathed in the fire of the scorpion crossbow, and slowly turned to the south of them, just in time for a wave of terrifying waves caused by the high tide! Riding on the tall waves, for the first time looking at the tall and magnificent double-decker sailing ships of the Romans!

"boom!!!"

The waves lifted the sailboat and slammed into the large, well-crafted ship of the Roman Empire, and the soldiers on it were swayed from side to side. The hull also made an unknown tearing sound. Centurion Lucius spit out the salty water, leaned on the tower shield and dagger, and slowly stood up from the gradually stable deck—he, at this moment, the deck was already full of ugly people. Of scaly lizards, and huge monsters that are centaur and centaur!

"Hahaha! Fight against a gang of monsters in a closed space?! This isn't what a gladiator can do! The audience who used to be are now locked in the Colosseum!" Looking endlessly The monsters surrounded their well-trained centuries. Lucius looked up to the sky and laughed, somehow mocking the impermanent destiny. Still relying on laughter to dispel inner fears.

"Then, follow the etiquette of gladiatorial fighting! Beasts!" After the laughter, the Centurion turned to face the direction of Constantinople in the southwest, and raised his short sword and tower shield high. A loud roar that was almost fanatical. "Dear Augustus! Salute the dead!!!"