Unexpectedly, after the death of the leader Crusen, the Golden City still refused to return the "hostages", and more than 1,000 large and small indigenous tribes in the center of Villeste, plus the guards, bronze warriors and slaves of the Golden City, gathered together in the name of resisting the invasion of foreign races, forming a mighty coalition of more than 200,000 people, spanning thousands of miles, and encamping in the east of Mi'en City.

The other party's actions completely angered Caesar, before that, the black dragon's attitude towards the war, is to not fight, although in order to exploit resources and labor, war between the two sides will inevitably break out, but Caesar's overall policy is still to conquer Willow by gentle means as much as possible, but when the other party repeatedly disobeyed his will, he has decided to destroy all the resistance of the other party as he did when he ruled the northern countries.

Looking at the native army gathered in the distance, Caesar's eyes narrowed. The leader of the other side would not try to resist the power of the Blackwing Empire with these rabble, and perhaps, the leader of the Golden City was supported or forced by something to drive them to continue fighting against the Blackwing Empire

- Artuso.

At dusk, the natives organized an offensive, and the large-scale army was chaotic and noisy, fully reflecting the poor social organization and collective quality of the tribal civilization, compared to the ordinary lord army of Eladia.

Being able to gather an army composed of more than 200,000 elite tribesmen can be seen that Golden City, as the leader of Villelustre and the holy city in the eyes of the tribesmen, still has considerable influence, which is almost all the forces that can be mobilized in this land in a short period of time, three times that of the expeditionary force of the Black Wing Empire.

But numerical superiority was not the decisive factor, and compared to the Black Wings who were ready to attack, this was still a rabble.

The slaves with the imprint on their necks began to build crude siege equipment, the thick wooden stakes dipped in blood and ink, painted with all kinds of grotesque and tricky lines, thick and hard under the blessing of the blood curse, and in the distance, hundreds of shirtless old men gathered, with white hair and no eyes, playing a long and low war song with drums and horns.

In Caesar's vision, in that area, slow and obscure energy was slowly flowing, converging, and then erupting, actually opening up an area where energy could be exerted in this area of dead magic.

Seeing this method, the black dragon lifted his spirit slightly.

The Native Coalition pushed forward, a large thick, hard wooden stake set up a bridgehead, and the natives had selected the vanguard through the unique ritual method of Veloster last night, unlike the slave death squads of Eladia, where only the strong and brave were qualified to serve, and in this less developed civilization, martial values ran through a tribe.

The 20,000 warriors at the front stripped off their tunics, and the prophets in the rear blessed them with unrecognizable encouragement with blood curses, and they shouted loudly, their light bodies stepped on the stakes, and rushed towards the top of the bridgehead wall as if they were walking on the ground.

The indigenous coalition forces in the rear relied on their previous experience in fighting with the Empire, learning the appearance of the Black Wing to carry out long-range strikes, slings, war bows, cavalry spears, and all kinds of weapons flew up to the city to be thrown, and began long-range fire suppression of the manticore troops on the city wall.

In fact, it was almost suppressed, the manticore and wyvern troops guarding above responded quite lightly, they watched the group of shirtless natives rush up, not even very seriously, the manticore's thorny tail quickly crushed the opponent to the point of not raising his head, and the wyvern's saliva made the death squad's natives slip under their feet, and before they could make a move, they fell from a high altitude and fell to the ground.

The guys who are a little closer to the ground are okay, and they can still have a chance to survive when they roll to the side, and those who are just a few steps away from the top of the city, most of them fall to death, and the few who are lucky enough to be alive will not escape the doom, and they will soon be smashed into pulp by various weapons falling from their heads.

But it was not without exception, some strong indigenous warriors, after feeling the slippage under their feet, actually jumped up on the spot, and went straight to the city wall with a difficult long jump, but the flying dragons and manticore lions wished that there was blood food sent to the door, and several flying dragons around saw this scene and immediately rushed up with saliva.

It can be seen that the war can last for a long time, this is only a preliminary contact, Caesar knows that the vanguard has no other support, the army that led to the defeat of Garon has not appeared, the real elite of the indigenous coalition army is sitting firmly on the high platform, Caesar looked at it with a suppressed perception, and found that the opponent's army actually has the power to approach the legend.

The war continues.

Blackthea, stationed at the bridgehead, climbed up to the top of the city, roaring angrily, she brought the orcs, barrels of waste mixed with fire oil poured down from the city, and from the sky fell on the faces of the survivors who were struggling to climb back under the city walls, the flames burned, and the bridgehead soon rose with the smell of burnt bacon, and a scream spread from there.

No amount of men and horses were in vain on the crowded ladder to the city, and the huge force had to be forced to break up into thin streams, then torn into pitiful pieces, and soon the stakes were burning amid the terrible screams of the dying natives, accompanied by the muffled sound of iron axes striking oak.

I don't know if it was the sunset in the west, or the scorching flames, which gilded the army and the city tower with a layer of red light.

As time passed, the twilight grew thicker, the smoke filled, and the battle between the two sides became more and more chaotic, and in the sound of steel clashing, shouting and howling gave way to moaning and wailing, and the native vanguard was completely routed, with heavy casualties.

This success caused the indigenous coalition to revise its strategy, and the results of the trial undoubtedly proved that this vanguard could not be easily captured, and if you want to really threaten the monster in the rear, you must first break through this barrier, cut off its minions, and the commander sitting in the center of the coalition army issued an order, and the hunting troops and bronze warriors of the Golden City stood in front.

Blackthea at the head of the city looked at the hunting troops that appeared in front of her, her face became solemn and serious, she naturally recognized these guys who caused Garon's defeat, but fortunately, she was not under much pressure, because she knew that if there was any problem, Caesar could also carry it behind. All he had to do was to show his minions as much as possible and prove to the Black Emperor that he and Garon were capable of ruling Vloster.

A new wave of native forces charged at the top of the wall, the main force was replaced by hunting troops and bronze warriors, who did not rely on the blood curse, still completely ignoring the flames on the stakes, and ran towards the city wall like a fly.

At the same time, under the cover of the flying dragon and the manticore, the black-winged heavy cannon of astonishing caliber was also slowly pushed up the stone tower with the dull rotation of the bearing.