Three days later.

The cold wind that seemed to never stop on the plateau suddenly stopped, and the dark clouds that shrouded the sky dispersed, and I saw the sun that I had not seen for a long time, which was a rare good weather.

But the Makulag people in Astarte City have a heavier haze in their hearts.

Wren stood on top of the highest wall, looking down on the plain outside the city, and the originally empty snow was now full of enemies.

A rough count, at least two thousand!

Most of them were savages, but they were only covered in fur in the cold wind, and some of them had open chests and rocky muscles.

The physiognomy of these barbarians is not the same, and there are two main types.

A kind of brown-eyed, gray-haired, broad-fronted kagba, with long arms, fingers and palms that are longer and larger than those of ordinary barbarians, carrying a huge bow, a quiver full of arrows around their waists, and a highland wolf at their feet, dressed like hunters.

In fact, the Kagba tribe is the best hunter on the Seon plateau, and most of the people are barbarian archers.

For hundreds of years, I don't know how many Makulags have died at the hands of their arrows.

More than three hundred Kagba archers gathered together to take command of a few even taller barbarian warriors.

Their hair was pitch black, their eyes were crimson, and although they were not as tall as the Maculags, about two meters in their early teens, their statures developed horizontally, and each of them was as strong as a wall, and many of them were naked, and the cold wind blew on their bodies as if they didn't feel the slightest feeling.

Wren had seen this kind of barbarian, and it was from the Dorak tribe.

The Dorak tribe was able to rise on the plateau, not only because of their large population, but also because of the abundance of berserkers in the tribe!

The Dorak berserkers who believed in the Black Emperor had a great reputation throughout the Old World.

Bands of berserkers arrived outside Astarte, numbering nearly a thousand, almost all of them armed with heavy weapons, great axes, two-handed hammers, greatswords, and some rudimentary weapons, all of which weighed at least two or three hundred pounds.

With so many berserkers marching quickly, a breath of blood and murderous aura was almost boiling, reaching into the sky.

They stopped a thousand paces away from the walls and roared into the city, as if to shock the heart.

The number of enemies is still growing.

More figures were visible at the back of the group, and Wren had the best eyesight, seeing a group of tall ogres in the distance.

They were more than four meters tall, with strips of cloth around their waists, and huge wooden sticks in their hands, which looked and felt primitive, only a few dozen, but the surrounding barbarians did not dare to approach, and they were far away.

In the team of ogres, there are also several peculiar beings.

"Ogre Magi!"

"The Logosh tribe in the north also got involved. ”

Marius, beside him, had a solemn face, wars on the plateau rarely involved spellcasters, and only ogres could master the power of spells, except for troll shamans.

Ogre mages are easy to identify, they both have two heads.

The average ogre has low intelligence, similar to that of beasts, and survives on instinct, but there is a certain chance of giving birth to a two-headed ogre, they are much more intelligent than their kind, and they are very talented, and can master spells from an early age.

Therefore, the status of ogres in the tribe is much higher than that of ordinary ogres, and of course there are not many of them.

Wren counted, and there were seven ogres.

Their dress was very different from that of their clansmen, wearing loose robes, bound by belts, and holding long red pine staffs, although they still looked very simple, they already had the appearance of civilization, and the four eyes of two heads were full of wisdom and thinking, unlike the stupidity and blindness of ordinary ogres.

Because they were too far away, Wren couldn't detect the strength of these ogre-eating mages.

However, the ogre mage has no inheritance, and still casts spells instinctively, and only a few can find out the principles of magic, and it is almost impossible to reach the legendary realm.

As long as you're not a legendary mage, there's nothing to worry about.

Behind the ogre team was the tribe of trolls, numbering two or three hundred, and Marius had tortured the news a few days ago that the blood spear tribe in the south had completely fallen to the Clones, so he was not surprised.

Notable among these Blood Spear Trolls are dozens of troll hunters riding green swift dragon mounts, as well as a dozen shamanic priests. The Troll Hunter's swift dragons come and go like the wind, agile and fast, and the trolls ride on their backs and throw spears that can create great damage.

The ground shook gently, and you could feel it even in the city.

The Grey Lizard Cavalry is here!

Soon, a large group of barbarian cavalry rushed from the ground in the distance, and in only two minutes, rushed from the end of sight to the outside of Astarte.

They were well-trained, circled around the queue and finally came to a neat stop.

A cold-toed gray lizard breathes out of its mouth, forming a mist.

The Dorak barbarians, on their backs, soothered their mounts, dressed in leather armor, raised their spears in their hands like a forest of thorns.

"Gilleman is on top!"

"So many gray lizard cavalry ......"

The Makulags standing on the walls let out a low cry, and the gray lizard cavalry far outnumbered them, at least six hundred.

How terrible it would be for so many cavalry to charge up on the plateau!

The confidence of some of the Makulags was shaken, and they looked at the patriarch standing at the top, and at the human beside him.

Marius noticed the gaze, but did not worry in the slightest.

Since the news of the torture from the troll's mouth three days ago, he and Wren had already thought of a countermeasure, and although some details were not clear enough, Wren did not seem to be intimidated by the enemy when he looked confident.

Even, Marius didn't know if it was his own delusion, and Wren seemed to be a little excited.

Something was wrong with the young man's eyes looking out of the city, and what he saw did not seem to be an enemy, but a delicious meal of the world.

"Your Excellency, the Earl. Marius exclaimed.

"Patriarch. Wren came back to his senses, suddenly pointed to a position in the enemy camp, and asked, "Do you see if that person is Caligula?"

Marius looked over and immediately noticed a strange group of enemies.

Specifically, about thirty enemies from different races, surrounded by a very strong Dorak.

The racial composition of this group of people is very complex, most of them are barbarians, but not all of them are Doraks, there are also human transcendents with different classes, as well as elven mages, dwarven warriors, troll shamans, orc warriors, minotaurs, ogres, it is like an exhibition of intelligent races.

"I guess he's right. Marius nodded.

Caligula, the leader and commander of the attack on Astarte, asked from the troll's mouth that the Kagba tribe had also been conquered by him.

This Caligula is not a pure barbarian, but a savage mixed with humans.

But in the Dorak tribe, no one dared to take it lightly.

Because Caligula is legendary and his transcendent profession is "Tyrant", however, Kalagoura's most formidable identity is the Chosen One of the Black Emperors!

Today, Caligula is second only to the Patriarch in the Dorak Clan, a legendary high-ranking berserker.

However, Caligula was a thorn in the side of the patriarch, he had already threatened the position of the patriarch, but he did not dare to kill the killer because of his identity as the chosen one. Moreover, as a tyrant who can dominate many slaves and borrow soul power from them, Caligula is already able to confront the patriarch despite the fact that he is only a legendary beginner.

This conquest of Astarte was actually a battle for Caligula's ascendancy.

If he succeeds, he will surely receive more blessings from the Black Emperor.

Of course, if you fail, you will not be able to challenge the patriarch, and you will lose the favor of the Black Emperor.

Outside the city walls, the enemy immediately began to move.

Several ogres came out of the ranks, brandishing their staffs, the fire elementals converged, ready to start bombarding the gates, and the other barbarians were also eager to enter the battle mode.

Marius turned his head and said, "Your Excellency the Count......"

"Don't worry. Wren looked relaxed, "Caligula doesn't have a chance to become the patriarch of Dorak, even if he is the Chosen One, he can't go back alive today." ”

With that, he opened a portal and walked in.