Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Just when the Jinlu clan and the Gothic werewolves were fighting each other inextricably, the Bloodfury clan was also exhausted in order to solve the various problems of the 57 giant hills. Ferrol, who originally lived at the bottom, was praised by Christina for that stabbing and words of allegiance. With the support of the people and horses, he quickly took over the six huge and dull giant wives of Gulagul, and became the new puppet king inside the cave.

"First, kneel down before you can eat!"

Ferrol arrogantly enjoyed the service of Gulagul's widows. With his thin right arm, he rubbed a slender and sharp wooden stake, and arrogantly scolded the remaining giants. The spikes of the wooden stake pierced through the ugly heads of the six hill giants, like a string of **** candied haws-originally, there were only Gulagul and the ugly heads of his elder wife. However, in the past few days, under the restoration and healing of the druid's healing magic, the restored giant is a little bit ready to move.

As a result, on the new king's scepter, there were four more panic-stricken heads.

Looking at the blood-stained head of the same robe on the wooden stake, more than fifty tall and burly hill giants clenched their fists, and his pupils spewed endless flames of anger!

Seeing the more irritable compatriots, Ferrol raised the scepter high. The fox snarled pretendingly: "To me! Kneel down! Talent! Eat! Do you want to be, seventh, head??"

Looking at the blood-colored wooden piles with six heads piled on top of each other, the hill giants seemed to be poured with cold water. The humiliation and anger in his eyes were gradually replaced by endless fear. The six-headed giantess hurriedly beat some special huge leather drums, making a thunderous sound like a horseshoe! This terrifying sound completely destroyed the fighting spirit of the hill giant! A behemoth bends its body slowly, kneels at the feet of the new king of giants, humblely asking for today's food.

Although it is a bit shameful... But since I became a man and a horse, I always have food to eat every day.

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"Huh-yes, it should be stabilized." Pain Hess, who was monitoring the movement of the giant hill from a distance, let out a long sigh of relief.

Supporting a thin giant at the bottom of society as the leader of these slaves can be said to have many benefits. Ferrol was originally humiliated because of being thin and weak, and he had no affection for his tribe. On the contrary, he was grateful for the people who changed his fate, making him more willing to squeeze the interests of the tribe, and be in front of the blood rage clan.

And the most important thing is that this thin and dull puppet king has no abilities. If there is no food and strength support from the Bloodfury clan, that waste is nothing.

"Acting Chief! Acting Chief!"

Suddenly, a few panic shouts awakened Painhurs from his contemplation, and a druid came galloping from the other side of the camp. His countless slender vines are like a gloomy python, tightly wrapped around a small red thing.

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"The cell was invaded by the enemy! But there was no loss. The enemy was caught by me." The druid ran to the acting chief's side, commanding the pliable vines, and the red creatures that bound the dead in the green vines. Handed it to the pale white horse's eyes.

A small and exquisite blood-colored body, huge soft bat wings, sharp fangs and claws, and a terrifying scorpion-shaped long tail.

Little devil?

"At the beginning, this kid pretended to be Magnus and almost blinded me. But, I turned around and thought, didn't he follow you to watch the giant?" The Druid said with lingering fear. "So, I hurriedly grabbed him and came to see you."

"Huh? There is a little devil who knows my name and pretends to be me?" Magnus, who collapsed on the centaur's left shoulder and chewed on the cheese, lazily straightened up his scarlet body, widened his eyes curiously, carefully Looking at the tightly-strangled little devil bound by the five-flowered green vines, he made a sound of enlightenment.

"That's it, that's it! Pale horse, let me introduce to you, this little devil is called Pheros, and Heniwell's favorite!

I have always been weird. The little elf girl was betrayed by the officer, abandoned by the army, and left home for thousands of miles. Fall into the hands of an alien! After she fell into such a huge despair, why did she still refuse to succumb to you? "

Magnus flapped a pair of huge fleshy wings, sitting tightly on the left shoulder of his throne, Painhurs, and smiled brightly at the devil's fellow robe.

"It turns out that she still holds the last illusory hope in her heart. As long as the contract with the familiar is not severed, it is still possible for reinforcements to come to this place to save her."

"There are no reinforcements! All the legions that can be mobilized in the Eastern Roman Empire are assembled in the Fertile Crescent. Those half-devil **** and green-skinned orcs even burned the flames of war into the Egyptian homeland of the drow! No reinforcements!" Philos viciously bit off the green vine that bound his mouth, twisting his body uncomfortably.

"Can't you kill Herniwell with a single knife? Have to be locked up as a slave and raised? If she doesn't die, the pet contract will be forever

Fetter my soul! Let Laozi do nothing! I knew I wouldn't sign a contract with that silly girl! First, the bear goblin, then the man and horse...changing hands again and again like goods, to me, she is already a burden! "

The little devil became more and more angry: "You made me run from a civilized city to this poor country again! Let's talk about a deal, pale horse! Magical wonders? Arcane knowledge? Or a girl a hundred times more beautiful than her? What am I going to do to let you kill that dark-skinned elf? Let me regain my freedom from the contract?"

"Ah, you are my slave's slave."

Painhurs raised his eyebrows. While talking to Philos, he took out a long copper wire from his backpack. Let a gust of breeze, wrapped in an extremely small sound, float to Magnus's ears, shocked his whole body, revealing an incredible expression!

After three seconds of contemplation, Magnus gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

"Very well, let go of Philos." The acting chief said lightly. Looking at the red-skinned devil with red seals all over his body, he spoke softly. "As long as you pay me enough chips, I can let you kill my slave and redeem your precious freedom, my slave's slave."

"Praise the Lord of the Nine Hells! He calls Herniwell a slave. It seems that the two have no friendship. This transaction can be done! I'm afraid that the black-skinned lady will turn these monster fans over, and I am not willing to let it go. Walking and reluctant to kill--I don't have the ability to take her out of prison, and the stealth assassination plan has also failed, but I definitely don't want to accompany her and stay in this horrible place for a lifetime!" Philos sighed inwardly.

PS: Sorry... There is no time to go out to play on eleventh. The double-shift mode is restored on the 4th (flag is raised high)