Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Chapter 58 : The buds of civilization

The victory of the battle came so suddenly. Facing the brutal and bloodthirsty figures of half-man and half-horse, the corpses of fellow corpses all over the field, and the **** and **** broken body of the commander being penetrated by countless javelins, these barbarians barely regained their morale under the blood-stained hammer of the priest. Crash again.

They screamed, wailed, cried, like an unstoppable tide, turning their heads and impacting the shaky front of the barbarians, and finally became the last straw to overwhelm the camel! Fear is madly infected and spread under the dark night. The militia group who didn’t know the truth thought that the frost giant and the white dragon in the deserters’ mouths really appeared in the north, and their legs were frightened, and they instantly lost all their fighting spirit!

And the only decisive soldier with high morale, when he was unwilling to kill his fellow robes, couldn’t break through the disintegrating tide of chaos. Instead, he was caught in the crowd and was involuntarily squeezed into the distance.

Defeated like a mountain, using these words to describe the current situation couldn’t be more appropriate.

The remaining twelve priests, after paying the lives of eight of their companions, barely managed to save Asana, who was on the verge of death, under the blood-stained hard hoofed axe and the healing magic that exudes warm golden light. After returning, the four pastors carried their leaders and joined the ranks of escape without hesitation!

“Let…Let me down! I can still fight!” Asana, who walked around on the edge of death, woke up, her delicate lips stained with blood, coughed out a shocking pool again The Yinhong waves.

“Under the enemy, Vichymiris Fortress will fall! Gretinian, who has finally settled down, will fall into the flames of war again! Me, I absolutely can’t let this happen again! Give me the weapon! The name of the **** of punishment, I can continue to fight!”

“We can go back to the capital, assemble the army, and retake the fortress! But if you die here, everything is over!” The priest exhausted all the magic arts, barely healing the scary holes in the leader’s body.

“But, but, once the Visimiris Fortress is broken, at least dozens of villages will be directly exposed to the monsters! Wheat fields, fish ponds, pastures, and the people… Everything will be vanished!” The seriously injured girl said painfully. The dim apricot eyes were filled with tears.

“Why is this happening! First, the frost giant, then the terrifying low-temperature white disaster, and then the goblin kingdom…the world is so big, is there no place for us?!”

“Wake up! Asana!” The priest yelled out the leader’s name violently. “If the village is gone, you can build it again! If you are gone, you can regenerate! But if the strong soldiers are gone, who can protect the land and people you want to protect in the monster’s minions?”

Looking at the silent general, the four priests carefully protected the seriously injured girl and fled westward in the chaotic crowd. The Gothic barbarians fled to the west coast under the attack of the south, east and north. Many people He took off his leather armor, threw away his weapon, and relied on his own water, like a dumpling, a fierce man plunged into the cold and dim Black Sea!

Under the desperate call of the priest and the desperate warrior, a small part of the army was finally defeated, barely regaining a little sense of reason. Embarrassedly bypassed the lizardmen’s southern front, rushed to the place where the monsters landed, and snatched all kinds of ships anchored on the sea.

The fearlessness of the two chiefs who were responsible for protecting severely wounded chieftains was instantly frightened. They stood on the tall double-deck sailboat, desperately facing the Gothic barbarians who wanted to climb the ship, shooting sharp arrows to prevent them from climbing on the Romans. Big ship.

And the dead soldier, looking at the Roman hard wooden ship as tall as a city wall, and the two huge monsters above it, there was no time to spend with them. He rushed to grab a few small sailboats, wielded a two-handed giant axe, and chopped to death. Several of the fastest lizardmen, hurriedly sailing and paddling, retreated to the largest port city in the southwest of Gretinian Peninsula, and also the capital of the Eastern Gothic Kingdom: Cesonisus.

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“Do you think these Romans are sick? The feel and destructive power of this javelin is definitely the best thing I have ever seen! But what happens if it breaks after one use?” Caen was exhausted and caught it. He picked up a heavy javelin that broke into two pieces in the middle, and said with full praise. “Take it back to Curonia and ask him if he can make a copy of it.”

“Because the Romans were afraid that the enemy would pull out their carefully forged javelins from their shields or corpses to kill their own soldiers. Fortunately, the squadron was surrounded by us at close range, and there was not much opportunity to use the javelins. In the end, it was all cheaper. we.”

Painhurs stood breathlessly on the battlefield full of corpses, barely retrieving three makeshift flint arrows and two Gothic iron javelins. “Why, feel the joy of remote attack?”

“No, long-range shooting is too boring, there is no joy of **** fighting at all.” The fearless leader shook his head. Speaking tiredly. “However, this tactic is indeed safe and efficient.”

Painhurs laughed and panted, tore a clean white linen cloth from the priest’s corpse, and wiped the blood from his face. Next, it’s time to face the elite Roman army.

A battalion consists of six hundred-man squadrons. If the remaining five squadrons are as fierce as Lucius. Then all intimidation tactics will not work. More than half of the lizardmen were injured. The rest are wounded. Drew of Hist

The Iraqi priests almost exhausted all their magic arts when they were confronted with the deadly warriors.

Look at yourself again? After running out of ammunition, they went through two consecutive battles. The heavy armored fearless men who drove for several kilometers at high intensity and circumvented to the enemy’s flanks were all sweating and panting, and their condition was extremely poor. The only good news is that the fearless people’s rage skills are still not used today.

His own spell slots have also consumed a lot. Today, three zero-ring tricks and three one-ring tricks can still be performed. There are still seven super magic fixed hairs left. Magnus, the treacherous little devil, absolutely did not dare to launch a sneak attack on the Roman army.

And the narrow gates can be blocked by a Roman centurion team. With this little man in hand, you have to confront a powerful enemy four times the size of Lucius—don’t panic, don’t panic, Drew. The eagles of Yi and the Marauders can fly over the walls to reinforce themselves.

Just as Painhurs frowned, Chief Hist came over tiredly. On his shoulders covered with dark green scales, he carried a huge iron axe stained with blood from the Eastern Goths.

The lizardman behind him unexpectedly used his webbed claws to buckle the fingers of the Eastern Goths from the corpses in the mountains, and awkwardly grabbed a blood-stained iron axe.

The lizard man who stood on the corpse hill of the Gothic barbarian for the first time, recalled the enemy’s fighting posture, and began to try to wield these terrible iron weapons.

“My friends, I have learned one thing in my short life: sharp claws and scales have limits. The more you practice claw strikes, the more you discover that this inherent weapon has limits. “The Corrupted Chief looked at his long webbed claws, then looked at the two-handed axe on his shoulders, and let out a heavy sigh.

“Look at the reticulated iron armor of the Eastern Goths that can’t even be pierced by the fangs and claws, and look at their terrible weapons that can cut through the scales of the people! The great shields of the Romans, the spears, and the horses of yours Bows and arrows, ding dysprosium, not to mention the terrible dying garbage of the orcs…every horrible weapon is attacking our Corrupted Scale Clan, relying only on the fangs and claws of the old three views. ”

“What the **** are you trying to say?” Caen asked suspiciously after pulling out a fairly complete flint arrow from the barbarian corpse.

“I don’t need claws anymore! Friends! I want to change the bad habits of the lizard people from ancient times to the present! I let members of the clan learn how to use weapons! I want them to wear armor as strong as humans! Take them as sharp as humans Weapon! I want to change their concept and become as civilized and developed as your Bloodrage clan!!!”

“I wish the Corruption clan prosper and prosper under your leadership. Let’s go, my friend, we have one last battle to fight.” On the surface, Painhurs patted Hist’s shoulder affectionately, but he was speechless in his heart. Shook his head and sighed.

Given the lizardmen’s habit of fishing in the sea twice in these three days, these iron axes will not last long, and they all have to rust in the sea. As for stone weapons? I’m afraid they are not as good as their claws. Hist’s reform is destined to be an extremely difficult and long process.