Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Chapter 36



Chapter 29 : Jadeite

Come and clean these things! “The drow rubbed his cold red hands. The seductive vermilion lips spit out a warm and moist white mist into the palm.

“Magic trick?” Painhurs recalled the effect of this magic. “I remember that this spell can create small things, and it can also stain, dirty, or clean a certain area.”

“Yes, yes, that’s it. Anyway, you have it in the spell list, so it’s a daily practice.” Heniwell stretched out a thin, dark finger and gently tapped it on a piece of dirty sheepskin—nearly three. One part of the dried mud spots stuck to the wool, like thin snow under the scorching hot sun, melted and evaporated in an instant.

“Tsk. The cleaning area is too small.” The drow found that he had only cleaned up a piece of dirty sheepskin.

She frowned in dissatisfaction. The smooth and elegant wrist suddenly wrapped in a dense circle, full of arcane auras of spells. Every character on the halo burned and shone with light blue elegant brilliance.

Super magic spell casting, spell expansion, magic tricks!

Before long, the two of them ran out of the corresponding spell slots and cleaned the eight snow-white sheep furs.

However, the floor of the chief igloo is covered with forty warm and soft sheep fur!

“I’m done over there, come here to help you clean them together.” Just when the two of them fell into despair, Christina took the hideous skull that had been stripped of Barbarian Claws and walked gently to the two of them, slowly bending down four. The elegant and slender rouge horseshoe, kneeling on the cold snow.

“Aren’t you angry? Honorable Chieftain?” The drow moved two steps away fearfully. Her angry killing intent, which was comparable to that of the ferocious behemoth, really frightened Herniwell.

“Angry! You actually messed up my house so much!” Rouge Lima gave Herniwell a vicious look. “Painhurs is a wild boy who doesn’t know anything. I see your graceful jade hands, they don’t look like they can do things. It’s up to you two, the chief’s animal skin carpet. It’s estimated to be tomorrow. I can’t finish it!”

Seeing the drow scratching her head awkwardly, Christina rolled her face, unloaded a swollen animal skin package from her back, and threw it to Painhurs.

“This is the trophies that were scouted from Barbarian Claws, and they are all rewards you deserve.”

“Huh?” The pale white horse accurately caught the flying animal skin package and looked inside curiously.

Three pieces of crystal clear mica, six pieces of gel covering eyelashes, a lot of candles made of animal fats, and countless dark lacquered soft clay…Huge piles of casting materials, all in a mess . However, the most eye-catching thing in it is an elliptical emerald green jade the size of a finger belly.

Its shape is so immaculate, its color is so dazzling. A dark green face that was deeper and darker than emeralds, turned into a phantom phantom inside the gem—it was a tall soldier in heavy scale armor, waving a piece longer than his body with both hands… ··Two-handed warhammer?

The hammer head looks very small, and in this abstract painting, it is simplified to a ball on the top of a long stick.

“What is this?” Painhurs asked curiously.

“I don’t know, it should be some kind of magical item that has exhausted its energy. Even my sister can’t tell what this jade is.” Christina grabbed a piece of dirty sheepskin and rubbed the mud on it vigorously. “Drow, do you know what this is?”

“My zero ring spell slot, in order to clean your precious sheepskin, completely used up.” Herniwell shrugged innocently. “I’ll talk about it tomorrow. I still have a little impression of this stuff, but I can’t remember it for a while.”

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The three of them worked all morning, and finally finished cleaning forty sheepskins, and twenty-two, no, after adding wild claws, a total of twenty-three broken skulls. Some free men and horses helped the chief kindly clean up the igloo. Finally restored the room to a clean and tidy appearance.

In the afternoon, Painhus, who had an empty spell slot, taught some Pony Parthian archery, learned the wood language for a while, and visited the trophies brought back from the battlefield by the tribe: hundreds of animal skins. , Thousands of flints, exaggerated heavy crossbows, and a hundred huskies who kept sticking out their tongues and acting like a baby to the herdsmen? !

It seems that the defeat of the goblin is not that difficult to understand.

At night, Painhurs knelt on the renewed sheepskin rug, holding the magic scroll Heniwell had written in the afternoon, carefully studying and recitation, trying to remember every word on it. In my own mind.

Darkness may be able to obscure the vision of human beings, but it is meaningless to humans and horses. Even in the extremely dark cave, they could see tiny ants within sixty feet, slowly moving on the ground.

Finally, after a tiring day, Painhurs dropped the scroll in his hand and entered deep meditation again. Ok? Upgraded?

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Name: Painhurs Level: Level 8 (Level 6 Monster + Level 2 Warlock)

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Centaur: extra +8 strength +4 agility +4 physique +2 perception-2 intelligence (human soul does not reduce intelligence)

Strength: (6)

Agility: 20 (5)

Physique: 16 (3)

Intelligence: 12 (1)

Perception: 10 (0)

Charm: 16 (3)

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Health: 54 (4D8+2D4+18)

Defense level: 17 (10+3 natural +5 agility adjustment value-1 large size), contact 14, flat-footed 15

First attack adjustment: +5 (+5 agility adjustment value)

Basic attack bonus: +5.

Horseshoe +5 attack, damage 1D6+6.

Long sword +10 attack (+5 basic attack +6 strength adjustment -1 large size), damage


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