Marius watched Renne leave, then took a deep breath and shouted loudly:

"Brothers and sisters, cheer up! Today, Astart will never be broken. Just like every battle we have encountered in the past hundreds of years, Astart will always be the home of the Makuragians, and we will fight for victory!"

His voice sounded from the highest point of the city and reached the ears of every Makurager, which was extremely contagious.

"For victory!" people roared in unison.

"For Astat!"

"For the glory of Gilleman!"

Marius's three consecutive slogans immediately aroused the fighting will of the entire tribe members. People were excited and the haze brought by the approaching army was wiped out.

Outside the city wall, the ogre magician had reached the range of the spell. Crowds of huge fireballs condensed in their hands, and under the command of a high-level ogre magician led by him, they were thrown at the main entrance of Astart.

Wars on the Sain Plateau are usually encounters or head-on confrontations.

The tribes of barbarians or trolls only have simple wooden fences and no decent cities, so they rarely use siege tactics and tools.

Let the ogre magician bombard the city gate with fireball technique, this is the best way to do it.

Seven large fireballs flew towards the city gate.

Rumble...

A violent explosion sounded, and the city gate remained motionless.

The city gate of Astart was a whole huge rock. The dwarves also carved protective rune arrays at the beginning of their establishment, but they had long failed. The Makurags closed the city gate and piled up more huge rocks behind the gate, which were blocked tightly, and the fireball technique could not explode for a while.

"Counterattack! Shoot them to death!" Marius ordered loudly.

The Makurages on the city walls threw javelins one after another. Almost every Makurages were good at throwing guns. This was also their unique skill to defend the city. They were condescending and threw in multiple batches in turn. Any enemy that entered the range of the shooting will be sieve.

Huhuhuhuhu...

The Makurag shouted from the mouth of the mouth, hundreds of javelins shot out from the city walls, as if a shadow was shrouded in it.

The ogre magician has a very accurate grasp of distance and keeps it away from three hundred steps.

Most of the javelins landed before reaching three hundred steps, and only a few shot in front of the ogre magician, but their strength was lost and they were swept away by the Dorak Bereaves who protected the mage.

When Marius saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown.

Astart had been attacked by ogre magicians several times before, and their fireball skills could not hit such a long distance.

This time, the ogre magician obviously used some method to extend the range of fireball.

The javelins of intermediate or higher-level Makurag warriors can counterattack the opponent, but the number is too small to form effective threats and suppression.

Taking advantage of this, the ogre magician can cast spells calmly.

The second round of fireball is here again.

Boom!

The strong city gate trembled continuously, and the high-temperature fireballs burned the rocks red. Fortunately, there was no sign of being broken yet.

But if this continues, the city gate will sooner or later be blown up.

Without backing up or support, Marius will immediately open the city gate and rush out to fight the enemy to fight life and death. Although this is a bad choice, it is better than being passively beaten. With Makulag's power, there may not be no chance of winning.

Boom!

In the third round of Fireball Explosion, several cracks appeared in the city gate and wall made of huge rocks.

Some Makuragers could no longer sit still, but saw that the patriarch was still unmoved. They just kept asking the warriors with a long enough range to fight back and create some interference for the ogre magicians.

"Do you want to fight a war of attrition with the enemy?"

Astart's layout is divided into five layers, from low to high, each layer has an independent defensive wall. It was once the most dangerous time and was broken to the third layer by the enemy. Relying on the advantage of the terrain, it finally won a tragic victory.

Marius's eyes flashed.

If Rennes did not appear in time, this would be a countermeasure.

The entire army outside the city was slowly approaching, and rushed in as soon as the city gate broke. Dorak Berserker, Blood Spear Hunter, Gray Lizard Cavalry, and dozens of ogres waving giant wooden sticks were filled with bloodthirsty desire.

Boom!

Boom...

After several rounds of fireball bombing, the tall and strong city gate began to shake, the cracks became longer and longer, and some of the stones had been cracked and fell off. The ogre magician was in extreme excitement, as if he could completely blow the city gate up with just a few more rounds.

"Hurry!" the ogre wizard in the lead shouted.

Behind them, an army of several tribes was eager to try, waiting for the moment when the city was broken, and then rushed in and started killing.

Fire elements gather, and another round of fireball is forming.

Suddenly, the ground vibrated gently.

On the vast snowy ground in the north, a large group of knights came from somewhere. The horses under their seats were covered in gold. Under the winter sunlight, they reflected a metallic luster, which was extremely dazzling.

Many people recognize it as a creature unique to the Sain Plateau.

"Bronze Mustang!"

Both sides of the enemy, whether they were the Makurags, the Crados, the Blood Spear Trolls, and even the ogre magicians who were casting were stunned.

The bronze wild horses could not be tamed or provoked, and they were roaming on the plateau, but at this moment, they saw that there were human knights on the backs of these bronze wild horses!

"The Knights of Humanity! How is this possible?"

The faces of countless savages were incredible.

Even Marius, who had known for a long time, felt it was incredible when he saw it with his own eyes.

The Makurages lacked the means to tame mounts and were unable to move on the vast plateau, so they suffered a lot of losses. As the patriarch, he had been trying to solve this problem for many years and had the idea of ​​bronze wild horses, but it was difficult to get close to them, let alone tame them.

"Continue casting spells and blow up the city gate!"

An order sounded in the army, with a majesty that was undeniable, "Acton, bring the gray lizard cavalry to meet the enemy and kill these humans."

More than 600 gray lizard cavalry immediately turned around and faced the incoming knights.

They slowly accelerated.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the gray lizard cavalry can already see the enemy on the other side clearly.

These human knights riding bronze wild horses had only about 300 people, only half of the number of gray lizard cavalry. They were all wearing silver-gray armor and swords were hung around their waists, but they did not hold long spears like ordinary cavalrymen, but each held a black strange weapon less than two feet long.

Most of the gray lizard cavalry had never left the plateau and had never seen soul guns, so they all felt it was strange.

Acton, who was in charge, was a high-level barbarian.

He controlled his cold-toed gray lizard and rushed to the front. He saw a very eye-catching human among the Knights opposite him at a glance.

This man was very young, his armor was different from others, and there was also a blood-red cloak behind him. He rode on the back of a bronze wild horse. The cloak floated up behind him. At a glance, he knew that he was definitely a big man and must be the leader of this knights.

Acton immediately fell in love with the cloak and had already regarded it as his own trophy.

The ground rumbling and ice and snow splashed.

"Accelerate! Charge!"

Acton shouted loudly, and the gray lizard cavalry behind him pulled away from left and right in tacit understanding. The front expanded, and the cavalry on both wings whipped their gray lizard hard, accelerating wildly, forming a pocket formation hundreds of meters wide, ready to encircle the enemy from both sides.

However, the human Knights on the opposite side did not change at all, and just continued to charge.

Five hundred steps;

Four hundred steps;

Three hundred steps...

As the distance got closer, Acton noticed that some humans showed uncontrollable tension on their faces, and even their mount could not be controlled, so he let the bronze wild horse run wildly.

"It turned out to be a group of recruits..."

Acton licked his lips excitedly. He could almost smell the scent of humans. The huge spear was placed horizontally, and the tip of the gun locked the young human leader opposite. His eyes were full of cruelty, as if he could see the consequences of being penetrated by his own shot.

Two hundred steps;

One hundred and fifty steps;

It entered within a hundred steps in a flash. For the cavalry charging at high speed, this was already under the nose. With just a few more breaths, they would hit each other head-on and confront each other head-on.

"rise!"

As the two sides were about to fight, a clear order came into their ears.

The four hooves of three hundred bronze wild horses were wrapped in green light, and their ribs produced huge translucent wings. The heavy body became extremely flexible and soared into the air at high speed.

At the same time, the breath of all the bronze wild horses is connected into one, and in front of them, a whirlwind airflow is formed like a solid high wall, crushing wildly, impacting all the things in front.

This change caught the Gray Lizard cavalry off guard.

Boom...

The two sides finally started a confrontation, but the Gray Lizard Cavalry was attacked unilaterally.

The bronze wild horse did not fly too high, and was deliberately controlled at a height, which could not only escape the enemy's spear attack range, but also allow strong winds to hit the enemy.

Three hundred vs. Six hundred, the winner was decided in just a moment.

The gray lizard cavalry who rushed in the front seemed to hit a wall, their spears could not reach the enemy and they did not have time to adjust their formation.

The originally tall and strong barbarian cavalry was as fragile as a scarecrow under the strong wind. Even the cold-toed gray lizard under them was knocked to roll and made a painful scream.

The Knights were like a razor, sweeping through it.

The formation formed by the gray lizard cavalry was hit by a few breaths.

"Open fire!"

Another command rang out in the air.

Acton, who was lucky enough to withstand the first wave of shock, had just gotten up from the ground with blood on his face. He looked up and saw the human knight on the top. While charging, he raised the black weapon in his hand and aimed it at himself and the tribesmen around him, spewing out flames.   ::

Dada dada dada dada...

Acton couldn't see clearly what it was, and could not dodge. The next second, his head was shot like a watermelon and turned into a headless corpse.
Chapter completed!