Millie thought for a long time before she reluctantly agreed to Freeman's request, although the [Divine Fireball] belonged to the third-level divine art, but not every priest was prepared, but fortunately, six or seven could be made up of the total number, which was released into the sky as a signal light, and also exploded into a flame.

As for whether the minotaurs in the city will notice, Freeman is not worried about this, because Tom and his inspired people will inevitably sense the power fluctuations outside the city, and even if they can't see those fireballs, they will understand the hidden message, and will naturally pass the news on to the chiefs and elders of the minotaurs.

As for the Macre, they are completely unmoved, every Maclay person has already had the determination to die after walking out of the city of Macre, they don't care or care if there are people outside the city, what to do, they just move forward with one mind, kill, or kill these weak people who have betrayed the kingdom, or die under the sword of the enemy.

The attack of the Macrés was like a tidal wave, and from outside the city to inside the city, there was little resistance, and although they also suffered heavy losses, they did not care about it.

The rebels cried and prayed to anyone who could save them, and if Shepard had paid attention, he might have found himself in Canteco with a few hundred more believers, but these people were just like the sand dunes on the coast, and the waves disappeared in a single wave.

In the camp of the Thunder Tribe, Thom's huge head was slightly raised, looking at the direction in which the flames disappeared after the fireball exploded in the distance, and he didn't care about the panicked crowd outside the camp.

Among the other clansmen behind him, there was a minotaur warrior with a thick totem on his back, who couldn't help but say, "Thom, when are we going to kill it?" ”

Thom withdrew his gaze, turned his head and said strangely, "Kill it?" Why? Our people are here, so naturally they have to stay here, and if those Makere people want to kill themselves, we will teach them a lesson! And if not, what is the purpose of our killing? ”

The totem warrior pointed to the crowd outside and asked, "Those people are begging for our help, they will be slaughtered by the Makereans!" ”

"So what?" Thom's honest minotaur was full of doubts at this moment: "They are not my people, nor are they my lord's followers, why should we care about their lives or deaths?" It's a choice they make on their own. ”

The totem warriors were speechless, and at this moment a team of Maclay people killed through the crowd and came not far from the Minotaurs.

Less than a hundred meters apart, both sides could see each other's appearances clearly, Thom raised his eyebrows slightly, only to see that there were sixty or seventy people on the side of the Makelay, but most of them were not young soldiers, but older people and children in their teens, down to eight or nine years old.

"These poor calves, the calves of the Thunder Tribe are strictly protected by us in the station, and the Makere people even let their calves join the battle, these madmen are really going to exterminate the clan."

Thom sighed and let out a low sigh, and the people around him were ready to fight, they were not afraid of the old men and children, but there were a dozen or so men among these Makere who looked like full-fledged warriors, and they were the core of the group.

Seeing the minotaurs waiting for the battle, the leading Makere people showed a hesitant look on their faces, and after a long time they turned around and killed other places, and anyone who blocked the way along the way, whether it was the original vassals or slaves, was slashed and killed by them with their weapons.

Thom didn't dare to relax, because since there was a wave of Maclay approaching, there would only be more to come.

It didn't take long for the rumbling footsteps to get louder and louder, and an army of hundreds of Makerés appeared not far away, unlike the previous team of dozens of people, most of this group were young and middle-aged, and it was obvious that they were the only remaining elite of the Makerés.

These Makere people were all bloodied and tired, but they were high-spirited, shouting and shouting without hesitation, burning themselves like a pyre.

The Makere people barely hesitated, and the leading warriors with feathers yelled a few times in the direction of the Minotaur tribe, and without giving the Thunder tribe a chance to respond, they waved their hands and took the lead in rushing towards those simple fortifications.

"Prepare for battle!"

Thom raised his head to the sky and roared, turned his hand and took out his totem, held it high and bathed in the sun, and roared: "The light will not be extinguished, long live the sun!" ”

Among this group of minotaur warriors, many of them were followers of the God of Light who followed him, and naturally there were many [Sun Chaser] and [Totem Warriors], all of whom prayed in the same voice or low voice as him, and the divine power descended with it, almost connecting into one.

The minotaurs, who were blessed by divine power and whose status and attributes had been improved, watched the Makere people who rushed over silently, until the striker had begun to destroy the improvised fortifications at the door, and Tom shouted: "Thunder boys, throw the spear!" ”

Sonor!

Some of the clansmen had already brought up a sleepy simple short spear, and at this time, all the minotaur warriors held the spear, tried the feel a little, and threw it out without even aiming.

"Ahhh

No matter how fearless a warrior is, he will also let out a scream when he is in severe pain, this is the instinct of the human body, and the shield that is quite hard cannot stop the huge power of the Minotaur at all, especially with such a close force, hundreds of short spears will nail dozens of people to the ground in the blink of an eye, if there is no such amazing combat power, the Minotaur will not be able to make the Makere people jealous.

If it is an encounter, the Makere people are not afraid of the Thunder Tribe at all, even if there is a gap in individual combat power, but the numerical disadvantage of the Minotaurs makes them feel uneasy about all the battles with huge losses, and the Makere people have slaves and vassals as consumables, so they don't care much about this.

But at this moment, where are there slaves and vassals to resist the other party's spears, but after a few breaths, dozens of short spears were thrown, although the results were not as good as the first time, but the guy who was obviously the commander was targeted by a dozen minotaur warriors, even if his combat strength was amazing, he was also broken through the defense by many short spears, and finally his head was shattered by the short spear thrown by Tom himself, and he died on the spot.

In the war between races, there is no right or wrong, there is only a choice between life and death, the minotaurs projected three waves of short spears, shooting the same number of Makere people as they were, and the screaming and dying seriously wounded were as horizontal as the corpses, and occasionally a few fish that slipped through the net rushed to the front, and the minotaurs waved the thick totem in their hands, easily smashing their heads.

It's a pity that this team has only a few hundred people in total, and a quarter of it has been lost in this moment, and even the leader has died in the chaos of spears, even if the Makere people have been trained in militarization since childhood, they are a little panicked at the moment.

There is no numerical advantage, strict training can not be highlighted, although their armament strength is not weak, as long as the children who can afford to hold weapons have the level of low-level warriors, but in the face of the minotaur who has a racial advantage and occupies a geographical advantage, unless there is an epic professional who breaks through the physical limit to break the balance, otherwise the Makere people can only be angry and hateful to the corpses all over the ground, and helpless.

A few angry roars rang out, but it was a few small leaders among the Makere people who asked everyone to retreat, instead of fighting to the death with those inhuman tall monsters, it was better to slaughter the weaklings who betrayed them, at least to pull down more martyrs for the Makere Kingdom before they died.

Although the Maclay admired fearlessness and challenged the strong, they were never heroes, on the contrary, their methods were extremely despicable, and when the first doppelganger first arrived in Canteco, it was because the Maclay tortured slaves outside the city to complete the rite of passage, and they had to retreat into the city and meet Thom.

"These despicable fellows."

Seeing that the Makere retreated and began to hunt down their fellow citizens who were inferior to them, one of the Sunstriders behind Thom spat out and cursed viciously.

Thom shook his head, and at this moment a gust of wind suddenly came out, and his back was hot, and he immediately felt that something was wrong.

"It's strange, autumn is just coming to an end, how can there be such a hot wind?"

He turned his head to look, and the bull's eye, which was originally the size of the copper bell, suddenly widened a little.

The location of the Thunder Tribe was not close to the edge of Canteco City, but at this time, he stood on a high platform and looked back, only to see that nearly half of the forest in front of him was sunk in a sea of fire, and the flames rose into the sky, burning and distorting the air.

What's even more terrifying is that the flames have spread from the grass at the edge of the forest, thousands of meters of fire line quickly jumped up on the withered yellow grass, the fire elves are singing, the creatures of the fire elemental plane must be very happy to see this scene, but Thom only felt that his cold sweat broke out.

In the distance, someone also noticed the approaching danger and screamed in horror, but more people were still blindly fleeing and fighting, Tom gritted his teeth, and the clearly visible white smoke was sprayed out of his nostrils, and shouted: "Go and inform the chief!" Inform the Elders! We're going to get our people out of Cantaico now! ”

"Hurry, hurry! I'll take someone to guard this place! Leave everything superfluous and get out of here as fast as you can! ”

He yelled as he sent a dozen of his faster tribesmen back to report and get all of them to prepare for the evacuation, while Tom stood guard at the door with the Sunchasers and Totem Warriors to prevent the Maclay or the human vassals from mishapping.

Calm down from the yell, Thom was silent for a long time before he said in a deep voice, "I feel it...... The terrible danger and power is what it is coming...... Ladies and gentlemen, our people are about to face an existential crisis, and promise me that you will stand up with me and give your lives for your people when you need it! ”

"Thom, you don't have to worry." A minotaur warrior walked out slowly, he wore a silver ring on his nose, but it was Kroon, the sister-in-law of the chief Grun, who had been silently following the people to fight, and at this moment he came out and said calmly: "We who follow the teachings of our lord and give our lives for our people will surely reach the kingdom of my lord and continue to fight for him!" ”

"Good brother." Thom's eyes were hot, he and Kroon had grown up together since childhood, and their relationship was like brothers, and when he heard this, he whispered, "Yes, we will meet again in my lord's kingdom, but ...... Kroon, Chief Gloune, he ......"

"My father always wanted me to be a brave warrior and heir, and fighting to the death for my people fulfilled both of those things." Kroon replied with a slight smile, not showing the slightest fear or nervousness, he looked back at the center of the tribe, turned his head and said with some distraction: "What's more, a warrior like him will inevitably make the same decision as me." ”

Thom was silent for a while, but after a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "What are you doing with such pessimism, Chief Gwun and Elder Dorgon have faced it when they were young, and they have not all survived. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, but the laughter was a little reluctant, although Gung and Dorgon survived, a hundred times the people of their clan died tragically!

Hiss!

Although the lava snake that set off the sea of fire and manipulated the lava had not yet appeared, the roar of the extremely majestic, far more amazing than ordinary snakes, had already been heard in the air.

The originally chaotic battlefield suddenly fell silent, and countless people turned their heads blankly to look around for the source of this amazing roar, and when they turned their heads, there were even more people who found that the sea of fire was approaching, no matter where they were in Canteco City, everyone exploded in an instant.

The screams of terror almost echoed through the sky, these people may not be able to imagine the horror of the lava serpent, but they have seen the horror of forest fires, everything in the distance is covered in flames, billowing smoke rising into the sky, this fire seems to be far away, in fact, it will burn here in an hour or so at most.

The city of Canteco is called a city, but it actually has no formed walls or any walls, otherwise it would not have been easily killed by the Makere.

At this moment, where is there anyone who cares whether the Makere people want to kill or capture, if they don't run quickly, the fire will spread, and everyone will die.

The rumbling sound of trees collapsing is finally becoming clearer, and if one looks down from above, one can see a wide, snake-shaped road that winds in the middle of the fire, and where the clearing passes, the trees that were still burning have broken and collapsed, splashing sparks into the sky.

Hiss!

The huge snake head that seemed to be condensed by a beating flame suddenly raised, the snake should have been cold-blooded, but this high-level magical creature didn't know how many years it had lived, and what kind of bloodline its ancestors had, and the half-human-high vertical pupils had both the cunning and ruthlessness of snakes, and the blazing heat of flame condensation.

The lava serpent, the size of Apche's own body, raised its head at the head, twisted and lifted its body as thick as an ancient tree, and the smooth scales the size of a shield shone in the fire, and the firelight reflected a moving color on the scales that were harder than dragon scales and smoother than glass.

With a length of more than 100 meters and a strength that is almost legendary, the [Lava Serpent Duras], which is not enough for an ordinary adult dragon to look at in front of it, just appeared in the eyes of everyone with a destructive flame, like a messenger of doom.