More than 2,000 city guards and more than 1,000 mercenaries set up a fairly strong defense line in the open area in front of the city lord's mansion, fighting against the water, repelling several attacks of Zareth's army, although they inevitably suffered heavy losses, but also left the other party with corpses all over the ground.

It is precisely because of this that they have the courage to face the charge of the heavy cavalry, thinking that they can resist with the spears in their hands, but this unrealistic fantasy is like a beautiful and gorgeous soap bubble, and with the slightest poke of their fingers, it explodes and disappears without a trace with life.

The Black Iron Falcon Heavy Cavalry is more than just a finger, but in the face of a group of exhausted enemies, it is more like an epic spear, stabbing the body of the badly injured heretic of Fetamburg, making it dying and threatening to breathe at any moment.

It was the monsters they saw as the Horns of Ash who saved the last breath of the Fetamburgers who were the monsters they saw as them.

These Chaos Dwarves, who were also heavily armoured, walked forward with a firm step, stopped some of the heavy cavalry who were chasing the deserters, and finally inflicted casualties on the other side with the broad-bladed spears in their hands, but at the cost of their own lives.

More than a hundred Chaos Dwarf guards, holding out for less than a quarter of an hour, lost nearly half, and even the armor of Parthia and Ayigunu had several deep sword marks, but they did not let the heavy cavalry directly chisel through the entire force.

The situation ahead was decided, but more and more heavy cavalry had to slow down their running, and people began to fall off their horses and start fighting.

In order to prevent too many losses of these elites, Levarian immediately ordered the infantry to join these soldiers who had just retreated, directly outflank him from both flanks, and launch a general attack to completely wipe out all these Fetanburgers.

Captive? The Zareth never needed captives.

The Iron Blood's fighting style is to kill all those who dare to resist, let alone the descendants of these Arabis, who will not show mercy to them even if they drop their weapons and kneel to beg for mercy.

Levarian is not worried about anyone escaping, the front gate that he has just captured is heavily guarded, and he has already sent someone to take over the back gate that has fallen into chaos, as long as the two gates are under control, anyone with Arabi blood will not be able to fly, and there will be time to hunt them down slowly, and he likes this feeling of hunting the most.

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While Zareth's soldiers shouted the name of the goddess of war and swarmed up from both sides like two pincers, the few ranged troops who remained in place had completely relaxed their vigilance, led by some officers, and some were even discussing whether they could find a place to have a drink after the battle tonight.

While they were talking and laughing, one of the archers standing at the end faintly heard a different sound, what seemed to be a rumbling thunder, and he looked up and saw that the sky was clear and there was not a single cloud, and then he noticed that the sound seemed to be coming from behind him?

The archer jerked back and found that the street dozens of meters long behind him was empty, and it was a matter of course that no civilians who were not blind would wander the streets during the war, but the problem was that the noise was getting louder and louder.

Just as he was about to inform his companions, a black shadow suddenly flashed at a high speed on the corner of the street in the distance.

Before the unlucky man could see clearly, more and more green shadows came out of the corner, followed closely behind the black shadow in front, and rushed over with murderous energy.

As soon as he opened his mouth to shout the word "enemy attack", a feathered arrow broke through the air and struck his forehead accurately, and before he could issue a second alarm, he fell down with his head with the arrow.

Only then did the others react, but when they turned around, they were greeted not only by a field of strange cavalry charging at high speed, but also by a rain of arrows that cut their heads and covered their faces.

It was only when the archers hurriedly raised their longbows to fight back that they recognized the identity of the enemy on the opposite side, but the result was beyond everyone's expectations!

It's a green-skinned goblin wolf rider! Milmidia bless! Where did these green skins come from!

There was no time to think too much, and there was no time to aim, and hundreds of arrows were shot out in a hurry, most of which were concentrated on the typical greenskin-style chariot at the front.

The appearance of this chariot is badly damaged, but the speed is not slow at all, and what is even more terrifying is that the cart is pulling a huge giant spider, dozens of times larger than ordinary spiders, there is no doubt that once it is rushed by this giant beast, no one can stop it.

But their hopes were soon dashed, and only a few of the arrows hit their targets due to a miscalculation of the speed of the chariot, but when these sharp arrows enough to pierce the leather armor were shot at the giant spider, they were all bounced off by his gray carapace without causing the slightest damage, but as if to anger its wildness, the eight chelicerae danced faster.

The wolf cavalry that followed closely behind the chariot was equally astonishing, and although their defense was far less high, they all raised their small round shields in their hands to protect their heads, and less than ten of them were shot at the vital point and stopped.

Others continued to press forward, following the chariot and rushing up savagely, some daring, even after dodging the rain of arrows from the first counterattack, they drew their small short bows from their backs and continued to rain arrows frequently on the bumpy wolf's back.

At the same time, on the houses on both sides of the street, a small number of forest goblins riding large spiders also appeared.

The mounts under their crotches, though not as large as the spider that pulled the chariot, were just as nimble, especially on the high roofs, and soon took the best positions on either side, condescending to shoot at the live targets below.

Although there were far fewer goblin wolf riders and unscrupulous spider riders than Zareth's archers, and the former's accuracy was very mediocre, even so, they still caused a lot of damage to the enemies who were suddenly attacked, and caused a lot of panic.

The reason is very simple, as an auxiliary force, Levarian did not equip these ranged soldiers with strong enough armor, most of them were only equipped with a piece of leather armor, and some did not even have shields, plus they were numerous in number, and they were all densely packed together, as long as the green-skinned arrows could be fired, there was a good chance that they could hit the target.

As for lethality, the terrified Zareis found that even if the skin was only scratched by the arrow, the wound would quickly flow black dirty blood, and then the face would be blue and weak.

These bitches raise green mushrooms! Arrows are poisonous!

Before they could digest the news of this tragedy, an even greater tragedy struck, and the chariots and those wolf cavalry that rushed to the front arrived!