Warhammer Wizard

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

"Brothers and sisters, cheer up! Today, Astarte will never be broken. Just like every battle we have encountered in the past hundreds of years, Astarte will always belong to the Makurag. Homeland, we will fight for victory!"

His voice rang from the highest point of the city and reached the ears of every Makurag, extremely contagious.

"For victory!" the people shouted in unison.

"For Astarte!"

"For the glory of Gilman!"

Marius chanted three consecutive slogans, which immediately aroused the fighting will of the members of the entire tribe. People boiled with enthusiasm, and the haze caused by the approaching army was wiped out.

Outside the city walls, the ogre magicians had already come within the range of the spell, and huge fireballs condensed in their hands. Under the command of a high-level ogre magician headed by them, they simultaneously threw them at Astarte’s Main entrance.

Wars on the Cheyenne Plateau are generally encounters or confrontations.

Barbarian or troll tribes only have simple wooden fences and do not have decent cities, so siege tactics and tools are rarely used.

Let the ogre magician bombard the gate with fireball, which is already the best method.

Seven huge fireballs flew towards the city gate.

Rumbling...

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

The gate of Astarte is a monolithic rock. The dwarves also painted a protective rune formation at the beginning of their establishment, but it has long since failed. The Makurag closed the gate and piled more boulders behind the gate. The block was so tight that the fireball technique could not explode for a while.

"Fight back! Shoot them!" Marius ordered loudly.

The Makurags on the city wall threw their javelins one after another. Almost every Makurag was good at throwing guns. This was also their stunt for defending the city. They were condescending and threw them in multiple batches in turn. Anything within the shooting range Enemies will be sieved.

Huhuhu...

The Makulag crowd yelled, and hundreds of javelins shot out from the wall, as if a shadow was cast down.

The ogre magician's grasp of the distance is very precise, keeping it three hundred steps away.

Most of the javelins had landed before 300 paces. Only a few javelins shot in front of the ogre mage, but they lost all their strength and were swept away by the Dorak berserker who protected the mage.

Marius could not help frowning when he saw this scene.

Astarte had also been attacked by ogre magicians several times before, and their fireball skills could not reach such a distance.

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

The javelins of intermediate or high-level Makurag fighters can counterattack the opponent, but the number is too small to form an effective threat and suppression.

Using this advantage, the ogre magician can cast spells calmly.

The second round of fireball is here again.

Boom!

The sturdy city gate trembled and the high-temperature fireball burned the rocks red. Fortunately, there was no sign of being breached for the time being.

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

If there is no back hand or support, Marius will immediately open the city gate and rush out to fight the enemy. Although this is a bad choice, it is better than being passively beaten. With the power of Makurag, there may not be no chance of winning.

Boom!

The third round of fireball exploded, and several cracks appeared between the gate and the wall made of huge stones.

Some Makurags could not sit still, but saw that the patriarch was still unmoved, just blindly letting the fighters with the javelin range far enough to counterattack, creating some interference for the ogre magicians.

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

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

Marius' eyes flashed.

If Ren didn't show up in time, this would be a countermeasure.

The entire army outside the city was slowly approaching, and they rushed in as soon as the city gate broke. Dorak Berserker, Bloodspear Hunter, Grey Lizard Cavalry, and dozens of ogres wielding giant sticks in their eyes. They are full of bloodthirsty desires.

Boom!

Boom...

After several rounds of fireball bombardment, the tall and solid gate began to sway, the cracks grew longer and longer, and some of the stones had been cracked off. The ogre mage was in extreme excitement. It seemed that just a few more rounds would be able to complete the gate Collapsed.

"Hurry up!" The lead ogre mage shouted.

Behind them, a large army composed of multiple tribes was already eager to try, and only waited for the moment when the city was broken, and then rushed in to kill.

Fire elements gather, and another round of fireballs is taking shape.

Suddenly, the ground vibrated slightly.

On the vast expanse of snow to the north, a large group of knights came from nowhere. The horses under their seats were covered in green and gold, reflecting the metal-like luster under the sunlight of winter, which was extremely dazzling.

Many people recognize it, this is a unique creature on the Thain Plateau.

"Bronze Mustang!"

Both the enemy and us, whether it is the Makurag, the Krador, the bloodspear troll, and even the ogre magician in the spell can not help but be stunned.

Bronze wild horses cannot be tamed or provoked at all. They are boundless on the plateau, but at this moment, they see human knights on the backs of these bronze wild horses!

"Human Knights! How is this possible?"

The faces of countless savages are unbelievable.

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

The Makurag people lacked the means to tame their mounts, and were inconvenient to move on the vast plateau. Therefore, they suffered a lot. As the patriarch, he had been trying to solve this problem for many years. He also tried the idea of ​​bronze wild horses, but he even approached them. It's hard, let alone tame.

"Continue to cast spells and blast the gates!"

A command sounded in the army, and the voice carried an irresistible majesty, "Acton, bring the gray lizard cavalry to meet the enemy and kill these humans."

More than six hundred gray lizard cavalry immediately turned around to meet 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 opposite side.

There are only about three hundred human knights riding on bronze wild horses, which is only half the number of gray lizard cavalry. They are all wearing silver-gray armor with swords hanging around their waists, but they do not hold spears like ordinary cavalry, but human The man is holding a black odd-shaped weapon less than two feet long.

Most of the gray lizard cavalry have never left the plateau and have not seen the soul gun, so they all find it strange.

Acton headed by is a high-rank barbarian.

He controlled his cold-toed grey lizard and rushed to the forefront. At a glance, he saw a very eye-catching human in the opposite knight order.

This person is very young, and his armor is different from the others. There is a big blood-red cloak behind him. Riding on the back of a bronze wild horse, the cloak is flying behind him. At first glance, he knows that he is definitely a big man. The leader of this knight order.

Acton immediately took a fancy to this cloak, already taking it as his trophy.

The ground rumbling, snow and ice splashing.

"Speed ​​up! Charge!"

Acton yelled loudly, and the gray lizard cavalry behind him pulled away to the left and right in a tacit understanding. The front line expanded. The two-winged cavalry lashed their gray lizards hard and accelerated wildly, forming a pocket formation hundreds of meters wide. Outflank the enemy from both sides.

The human knights on the opposite side did not change anything, just continued to charge.

Five hundred steps

Four hundred steps

Three hundred steps...

As the distance got closer and closer, Acton noticed the uncontrollable tension on the faces of some human beings. He couldn't even control his mount, and 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 smell of human beings. The huge spear was placed horizontally, and the tip of the spear was locked on the opposite young human leader. His eyes were full of cruelty, as if he could be seen by himself. The end of a shot penetration.

Two hundred steps

One hundred and fifty steps

Within a hundred paces in a flash, for the cavalry who charges at high speed, this is already under the nose, as long as a few more breaths will be head-on and head-on confrontation.

"Get up!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to collide and fight, a clear command came to the ears.

The four hooves of the three hundred bronze wild horses are entwined with cyan gleam, and the two ribs give rise to huge translucent wings. The heavy body becomes extremely flexible and rises into the air at high speed.

At the same time, the breath of all the bronze wild horses are connected together, and in front of them, a whirlwind air current is formed, like a strong high wall, crushed crazy, impacting everything that stands in front of them.

This change caught the gray lizard cavalry by surprise.

Boom...

The two sides finally started a confrontation, but the gray lizard cavalry was unilaterally attacked.

The Bronze Mustang did not fly too high. It was deliberately controlled at a high altitude, which could not only escape the enemy's spear attack range, but also allow the strong wind to hit the enemy.

Three hundred to six hundred, the winner was only split in an instant.

The gray lizard cavalry rushing forward seemed to hit a wall~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Their spears could not reach the enemy, nor had time to adjust their formation.

The originally seemingly tall and strong barbarian cavalry was as fragile as a scarecrow under the impact of the strong wind, and even the cold-toed grey lizard underneath was knocked and rolled, making a painful neigh.

The knights swept past like a razor.

The formation of gray lizard cavalry was shocked by a few breaths.

"Fire!"

Another command sounded in the air.

Acton, who was lucky enough to survive the first wave of shock, just got up from the ground with his face covered in blood, and when he looked up, he saw the human knight on top. While charging, he raised the black weapon in his hand and aimed at himself and the surrounding area. The clansmen burst out tongues of fire.

Da Da Da Da Da...

Acton couldn't see what it was, and couldn't avoid it. In the next second, his head was shot like a watermelon, turning into a headless corpse.