Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Christina rushed into the vast sea of ​​grass, opened her arms excitedly, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight with a series of crisp and moving laughter like silver bells. The rouge horse is enjoying the warm sea breeze, and the wonderful touch when passing over his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons. The slender horseshoes that gradually darken from scarlet to pitch black are elegantly engraved on the soft and fertile grass with shallow hoof prints in the shape of a moon.

The Bloodwrath Chief bends a pair of bright and magnificent blood-colored pupils that look like rubies, and looks at the endless sea of ​​grass around them, quickly disappearing at the corners of his eyes, feeling the wind battering his beautiful cheeks again. The Chimera's wings, which were drooping on his shoulders, were also blown up in the scarlet storm that was set off by him, as if he really had a pair of brilliant golden fleshy wings.

"Be careful, Christina. You just recovered from your injury!"

Suddenly, a pale storm came from a distance, and at a faster speed, it gradually caught up with the Chief Bloodwrath who had recovered from a serious illness. A male voice full of anxiety and concern, engulfed in the strong wind, swept into the delicate and soft ears of Rouge Liema.

"I don't, I can't run around for a month, but it's suffocating me! If anyone has not enjoyed the fun of galloping, then his life must be incomplete!" The Bloodwrath Chief greedily breathed the sweet breath of the green grass. The slender and flowing red hair, like a **** river in the air, flutters freely in the air under the gust of wind.

"I seem to have heard similar words from Green Leather..."

Painhurs was unable to complain in the wind. "Then you have to bring some guards. What if the last assassination happens again?"

"Guard? Isn't you there? I know you will catch up." Christina turned her head, raised the heavy crossbow that had been transformed by the white horse, and smiled at Painhurs. "Don't forget, you promised to accompany this chief on the hunt. Now, fulfill your promise."

"Yes, Chief." Looking at Rouge Liema's gentle and pure smile, the warlock sighed helplessly, and quite favorably agreed to her request. Gently lingering beside the scarlet storm. It also turned into a pale gust of wind, playing and chasing together, and slowly disappearing to the horizon.

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The two of you chased me, playing around, I don’t know how long they were crazy, the grassland under your feet gradually disappeared, the soft soil became harder, and the tall hills slowly appeared in the sight of the two horses. .

"Mountains? Has the clan migrated so far to the southeast? We haven't ran for long. Gretinian's peninsula, but there are mountains and hills only in the southernmost part of the sea." Painhurs stopped his pace. , Panting lightly.

The lungs of a horse and horse occupies almost the entire chest cavity. The respiratory system is extremely developed. The sweat glands responsible for cooling are densely distributed throughout the body-this is an excellent heat dissipation function that only a few creatures such as humans and horses have. It is enough to maintain the fast running of the centaur for a long time.

"Yes, thirteen members of the Ma clan, although they did not gather together, they have been moving to the southeast. The iron farm tools we looted are not enough to consume. The clan needs to get more from the iron-rich Kerch mountain area. Iron ore. Return to the Iron Age."

Christina was also a little tired, slowly adjusting her breathing. Staying in a tent for a month to recuperate, the physical fitness of Rouge Lie Ma also declined slightly. . "Wait, there is prey ahead!"

Painhurs followed the **** chief's line of sight to the south, a few fawns. laid back

"I have not experienced the joy of archery for many years." Christina sighed with emotion, and even a drop of tears poured out of her bright red pupils, and her white fingers gently moved the crossbow string.

I saw a dark shadow, drawing a wild arc, tearing the moist air, making a series of frightening howling sounds in mid-air, and slammed on the deer's body! The earth trembles! Splashing a large patch of gray dust!

Don’t get me wrong, it’s impossible for the foot crossbow to cause such a terrifying effect—while Christina pulled the trigger, a sheep-sized boulder suddenly flew out of the low mountain range, under the dumbfounded gaze of the two. Accurately hit the center of the deer herd!

Painhurs looked to the south incredulously. I saw that one head was about twelve feet tall. The dark brown behemoth, striding with a terrifying step enough to make the earth tremble, waved a huge wooden stick with the thickness of two people, rushed down the hill aggressively, grabbed the huge rock with one hand, and will be crushed. The small deer stuck to the stone wall into meat pie was torn off, and swallowed wholeheartedly in his mouth.

A hill giant hunting alone?

No, that's not the point. The point is, this idiot with muscles in his head grabbed the prey of this chief? !

"Painhurs, the plan has changed. Let this lonely hill giant be my first prey!" Christina cautiously looked around, confirming that there are no other hill giants nearby, and immediately surged over her body. Out of a wave of terrifying anger! She lifted an elegant horseshoe that changed from scarlet to pitch black, gently stepped on the pedal at the front end of the heavy crossbow, and bent down her waist which was gripping. With a hard effort with both arms, the thick crossbowstring was fully re-drawn.

"Easy to use is easy to use, but filling is too troublesome." Rouge Liema grumbled two times in dissatisfaction. Straighten up his slender and charming body again, two from the shoulders and one

Chimera's front paws, which drooped straight down to her chest, also swayed back and forth in her violent physical movements, gently patting on the two towering snow peaks with her soft palms, and agitated two **** flesh colors that swelled the blood. ripple.

"I will create an excellent target for you." It took Painhurs a long time to take his gaze away from the chief’s heart-warming body, like a subordinate who respects orders and a spoiled lover. Man. Helplessly shook his head.

The hill giant is just the hill giant, a behemoth with an IQ close to that of a beast.

The two centaurs simultaneously drew out the iron arrows from their waists, one left and the other right, carefully aiming at the dull eyes of the hill giant that were the size of a baby's head, and they attacked at the same time with a tacit understanding!

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Enjoy every hearty fight,

Drink every glass of wine brewed by a loving father,

Playing every song that shocks the soul,

Trafficking every soul worth deceiving.

"The Diary of the War Messenger" tells you this story of blood and wine, and sings a song for you in the world of Trarim, another one of the eternal gods: Fifteen Lords...no, horse The legendary epic of Gnuth.

All, the, dust! ! !