"How did you get involved with the Doraks?"

Wren was a little confused.

He was familiar with the surroundings of Astarte, the Makulag Mountains and the plains at their feet, collectively known as the Otramu region.

There are four main forces on this vast plateau, the first of course, the Makulags who occupy the city of Astarte, then the Kagba tribe in the east of Otramu, the Logosh ogre tribe in the north, and the bloodspear troll tribe in the south.

The Maculags were the largest in territory, with some of the best cities to live in and hunt in, so they were coveted by the other three powers, and Astarte was attacked almost every year.

Among them, the Kagba tribe has the greatest ambition.

The tribe of the Kagba barbarians, about three hundred miles from Astarte, was located next to a large lake, and they were not as strong in natural strength as the Makulags, but they had a larger population, more than fifteen thousand, which was five times that of the Makulags!

The Kagba barbarians have always been Astarte's number one enemy.

Wren thought that this time was also a threat from the Kagba tribe, but listening to what Marius said, it didn't seem to be the case.

As for the Doraks, they are also a barbarian tribe, and one of the most powerful tribes on the Saine plateau, numbering nearly one hundred thousand, and are the absolute hegemon in the entire southern region of the Saine plateau.

However, the Doraks did not share a border with Astarte, and were separated by the territory of the Kagba tribe.

Although both the Dorak and the Kagba believe in the Black Emperor, the "tyrant king" of "conquest", "tyranny" and "fear", Banrkor has always encouraged his followers to conquer each other, and whoever can conquer a larger territory and population will be blessed by him.

There are many barbarians on the plateau of Saine who ask questions to believe in Him, but they are never allies, occasionally cooperate, and most of the time treat each other as mortal enemies.

Could it be that this time, the Dorak persuaded the Kagba tribe to cross their territory and take action directly against Astarte?

Coupled with the trolls of the Blood Spear Tribe, the tripartite convergence, and if there are no reinforcements, then Astarte is in danger.

No wonder Marius put aside her pride and asked for help from herself.

"Aren't the Kagba and the Doraks mortal enemies?" Wren couldn't help but ask, "Can they put aside their years of grudges and work together?"

Marius shook his head, "There are no more Kagba tribes. ”

"What do you mean?" Wren was surprised.

"Three months ago, the Kagba tribe sent people to Astarte to ask for help, and their tribe was attacked by the Doraks, which happened from time to time, and I wanted them to kill each other, just to weaken the Kagba people, so I refused. ”

There was a hint of remorse on Marius's face, "It's just that I didn't expect that the Doraks actually conquered the Kagba tribe, and I didn't get the news until a few days ago, but it was too late." ”

Wren was also stunned.

It suddenly dawned in his heart that the Makulag people clash with the Kagba people almost every year, and the two sides have been in constant friction, but they have been at peace last year, and it turns out that there is a stronger enemy behind them.

This is by no means good news for the Makulags.

Without the Kagba tribe in their way, Astarte would face the Doraks, and if Astarte were taken again, the Doraks would completely dominate the southern part of the Seon Plateau.

It is foreseeable that in order to rise, the Doraks will inevitably send troops to Astarte.

More conquests!

More territories!

More tyranny!

This is what the Black Emperor requires of his followers.

Wren looked at Marius, the legendary barbarian with a worried face, and the Makulag people in the courtyard, their anger also weighing a little.

Apparently, the entire clan is aware of the great crisis.

They had been fighting the Kagba tribe for hundreds of years, and both sides knew that the number one enemy was actually slightly stronger than the Makulag, and it was only thanks to the strong walls of Astarte that the Makulag had the upper hand.

Now that even the Kagba tribe has been conquered, Astarte may not be spared.

Marius hesitated and said, "Your Excellency the Count......

"Rest assured Patriarch, our covenant is still in force, and this is the time for me to fulfill my obligations. Wren did not flinch in the slightest and responded firmly.

He didn't know much about the Doraks, so he didn't say he would win.

Still, Marius was relieved that his worries had diminished. Although he hadn't seen Wren's legion battles with his own eyes, the strength of the Ultramarines was undoubted, and each of them was at least a high-level warrior, and there were sixty of them, which was definitely a very powerful boost.

Wren didn't waste time, and said directly: "The first thing we need to do is to find out the number and location of the enemy, and prepare for battle, what does the patriarch think?"

"That's what I thought, too. Marius nodded.

He has led his people through countless battles, so he naturally knows what to do. Before each major battle, people must be sent out of the city to find out the enemy's situation.

This is a dangerous task that only the most experienced hunters can accomplish.

Wren immediately answered, "Leave it to us." ”

This time, he brought five fiery dragons over, riding one of his own, and the other four carrying three extreme warriors each, and assigned tasks to take off again and fly in different directions.

Wren joined in.

The snow in the sky gradually stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the cold sunlight shone on the plateau, and the view was finally no longer obstructed.

Wren made the dragon fly high, and the soul eye opened with all its might, searching the ground.

Moments later, he was at the place where the Makulag hunting party had been attacked.

The traces of the battle were covered with snow and ice, and after a few hours, the smell dissipated, and only the snow and ice could be swept away, judging the direction in which the enemy had left based on a huge footprint on the ground.

Wren tracked him from the sky, and when it was getting dark, he finally made a discovery.

On the ground more than ten miles ahead, a group of barbarian cavalry was galloping through the snow, and when they got closer, they could see that there were a total of thirty barbarian horsemen.

Their mount is a cold-toed gray lizard.

This large lizard is a beginner-level magical beast, with a body of nearly five meters from head to tail, a strong and slender body, a long crown of colorful and dazzling feathers on its head, blue and gray skin, a large thick tail dragged behind it, its body is very low, and there are five flat toes at the end of its limbs, and it runs fast, leaving a series of large footprints on the snow.

The Cold-toed Grey Lizard is very hardy and is a rare and good mount on the Saine Plateau.

The reason why the Doraks were able to rise on the plateau was precisely because they had a complete set of methods for domesticating cold-toed gray lizards, which were handed over to the tribe to raise from the moment they came out of the shell, and grew into gray lizard cavalry.

Among the thirty gray lizard cavalry, there were also a few trolls.

They sat behind the gray lizard cavalry, their faces were painted with totemic symbols, they were dressed in robes and held wooden staffs, shamans.

Wren followed the gray lizard cavalry from a distance.

He thought he had kept enough distance and it was getting dark, when suddenly, one of the troll shamans in the group seemed to sense something, and made a gesture, and a black dot flew in the air further ahead.

The black dot grew larger, and Wren could see that it was a pterodactyl.

The pterodactyl's eyesight was unexpectedly powerful, and it was found more than a dozen miles away.

There was a commotion in the ranks of the Grey Lizard Knights, and apparently, the Troll Priest had informed them of the existence of the Fire Dragon, and they all looked back at the sky and slowed down.

Wren triggered the Invisibility Ring just in time and sent the fire dragon to continue flying.

Under his control, the fire dragon also saw the pterodactyl, roared, and sped up to pounce, pretending to prey.

The Pterodactyl is also a high-level wyvern, but it has no natural abilities, and its strength is far inferior to that of the Fire Dragon.

Normally, the fire dragon does not prey on other dragons, but when it is very hungry, the fierce fire dragon can do anything.

The pterodactyl screamed in fright and circled down.

The gray lizard cavalry below raised their weapons, and the troll shaman blessed them with spells, and they all became vigilant, and there was a little excitement in their eyes.

The fire dragon roared loudly and swooped down towards the pterodactyl, a faint flicker of fire from its mouth.

"Spread out!"

A barbarian shouted as the lizard cavalry scattered in all directions, and the troll shamans swung their staffs and began casting spells, preparing to block the fire dragon's flames and shoot it down.

Call......

The fire dragon inspired the "Furious Flame Flutter", its wings ignited flames, its speed soared, and a high-temperature flame more than twenty meters long erupted from its mouth, which hit the pterodactyl, and the snow on the ground was melted instantly, like purgatory on earth.

A layer of light appeared on the pterodactyl's body, resisting the damage of the flames, and suddenly turned around and pounced on the fiery dragon, its sharp winged claws slicing through the air and making a roar.

It was an order from its owner, using itself as bait to lure the dragon into the trap.

The gray lizard cavalry scattered around also turned back.

Several troll shamans' spells are about to be completed, and they have a chance to kill a fiery dragon.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a terrifying dragon roar sounded.

The roar contained terrifying power, reaching into the depths of the soul, all the cold-toed gray lizards were limp limbs, and when they turned around and rushed halfway, they suddenly collapsed, and threw out the barbarians and trolls on their backs.

The pterodactyl was also trembling and fell.

Unaffected, the fire dragon sprang over and grabbed the pterodactyl, opening its mouth wide to bite its neck, snapping into two with a click.

Wren's figure is revealed.

Armed with a hammer of lightning, he jumped off the back of the fiery dragon.

Almost all the barbarians and trolls were shocked by the dragon's roar, their eyes filled with fear, and then they were thrown out and smashed, and most of them lost their combat effectiveness without having to do it themselves. There was only one shaman, a troll with a psychic talisman on his body, and he reacted extremely quickly, jumped off the cold-toed gray lizard, and landed smoothly.

When he saw Wren's appearance, he looked puzzled, and then turned around and ran, not having the will to fight at all.

Wren did not go after it, but took out a submachine gun.

He stood still and pulled the trigger.

Dada......

Dense gunfire rang out like raindrops, the muzzle of the gun turned direction, and the bullets accurately hit the barbarians who were still in the shock of the dragon's power, bursting their heads and harvesting lives frantically.

When the fleeing troll looked back at this scene, he was immediately frightened.

Ten seconds later, one of the magazines ran out.

Wren got a new magazine and continued firing, finally killing all the barbarians, trolls, and cold-toed gray lizards lying on the ground.

Dozens of souls flew out of the corpse and were absorbed by Wren, and the power began to rise.

By this time, the troll shaman had run far away, leaving a long trail of footprints in the snow.

Wren unhurriedly put on a new magazine, then opened an arbitrary door, and instantly caught up with the troll, appearing behind him.

An electric explosion orb is formed in the hand and thrown out.

The troll sensed the spell fluctuations behind him, but he was only a mid-level shaman, equivalent to a fifth-level spellcaster, who couldn't dodge or resist the four-ring spell at all, desperately blessed himself to protect himself, activated the talisman on his body, and was still hit by the electric explosion orb.

Bang!

Wren wanted to catch the live mouth, so he deflected the spell a little bit, and the power was reduced.

Despite this, the troll shaman was blown to death, his clothes burned to ashes by electricity, and his skin was charred, looking horribly miserable.

Wren walked over and took a look, with the troll's recovery power, such an injury would definitely not be able to die.

He kicked the troll unconscious, then lifted it up and returned.

In the melted snow, the fiery dragon was already gnawing at the corpse of the pterodactyl, feasting on it. Wren pulled the corpses of the barbarians, trolls, and cold-toed gray lizards scattered around and gathered them together, causing the fire dragon to erupt in flames and burn them all.

"Go back. ”

The fire dragon had not yet eaten, but under Wren's order, it still took off reluctantly.

Two hours later, Wren returned to Astarte and handed over the unconscious troll to Marius, believing that with his methods, useful information would soon be interrogated.

Several other fiery dragons also returned.

Upon inquiry, they also found two detachments of gray lizard cavalry, spread across the plains outside Astarte, apparently preparing to cordon off the Makulag from hunting. However, the Ultramarines were very cautious and did not act on impulse, but only tracked them down from a distance to their makeshift camp and came back to report.

Wren laughed at himself, but he was too reckless.

But it doesn't matter, even if you kill a team of gray lizard cavalry, it won't affect the overall situation, and the battle that should come will still come.

The war on the plateau does not have too many intrigues, in the vast majority of cases, it is a head-to-head confrontation, and whoever is stronger will win.

After more than an hour of interrogation, Marius came out of his cell.

After hearing the results of his interrogation, Wren immediately ordered: "Tyrien, you stay in Astarte to assist the patriarch, and I will go back to Vajra Fort now to gather men." ”