Marius watched Wren leave, then took a deep breath and shouted:

"Brothers and sisters, cheer up! Today, Astarte will never be breached, as in every battle we have encountered in the past hundreds of years, Astarte will always be the home of the Makulags, and we will fight for victory!"

His voice rang out from the highest vantage point of the city and reached the ears of every Makulag, and it was infectious.

"For victory!" the people shouted in unison.

"For Astarte!"

"For the glory of Gilleman!"

Marius shouted three consecutive slogans, which immediately aroused the will of the entire tribe members, and the people's blood boiled, and the haze caused by the approaching army was swept away.

Outside the city walls, the ogre had already walked within the range of the spell, and huge fireballs condensed in their hands, under the command of a high-ranking ogre mage led by them, and at the same time threw towards the main gate of Astarte.

The wars on the Saine plateau were generally encounters or head-to-head battles.

Tribes of barbarians or trolls have rudimentary wooden fences and no decent cities, so siege tactics and tools are rarely used.

Having the ogre smash the gates with fireballs is already the best way to do it.

Seven huge fireballs flew towards the city gate.

Thundered......

A violent explosion rang out, and the city gate did not move.

The gate of Astarte was a whole boulder, and the dwarves had carved a protective rune array at the beginning, but it had long since failed, and the Makulag closed the gate and piled up more boulders behind the gate, blocking it so tightly that the fireball technique could not explode for a while.

"Shoot them back!" Marius ordered loudly.

The Maculags on the city walls threw javelins one after another, and almost every Maculag was good at throwing spears, which was also their stunt in defending the city, condescendingly throwing them in multiple batches, and any enemy who came within range would be pierced into a sieve.

WhewW......

The Makulag shouted as hundreds of javelins shot out of the walls as if a shadow had fallen over them.

The ogre's grasp of distance is precise, keeping it at a distance of three hundred paces.

Most of the javelins landed before they reached three hundred paces, and only a few javelins landed in front of the ogre, but they also lost their strength and were swept away by the berserkers of Dorak, who protected the mage.

When Marius saw this, he couldn't help but frown.

Astarte had also been attacked by ogres a few times before, and their fireball skills couldn't reach such a distance.

This time, the ogre apparently used some method to extend the range of the fireball.

The javelins of mid-tier or high-tier makulag warriors can only counterattack the opponent, but they are too few to form an effective threat and suppression.

Taking advantage of this, the ogre can cast spells with great ease.

The second round of fireball is here again.

Bang!

The strong gates trembled, and the rocks were burned red by the hot fireballs, but fortunately, there was no sign of being breached for the time being.

But if this continues, sooner or later the gates will be blown up.

If there is no backup or support, Marius will immediately open the gates and rush out to fight the enemy to the death. Although it was a bad choice, it was better than being beaten passively, and with the power of the Maculag, there was no chance of victory.

Bang!

The third round of fireball exploded, and several cracks appeared in the gate and wall made of boulders.

Some of the makulags couldn't sit still, but the patriarch was still unmoved, and just blindly let the warriors with javelins far enough to fight back, creating some interference for the ogre.

"Do you want to fight a defensive war of attrition with the enemy?"

Astarte's layout is divided into five floors, from low to high, each with its own defensive walls, once the most dangerous time was breached by the enemy to the third level, relying on the terrain advantage, and finally won a crushing victory.

Marius' eyes flickered.

If Wren hadn't shown up in time, this would have been a countermeasure.

The entire army outside the city was slowly approaching, and as soon as the city gate was breached, they rushed in, and the Dorak berserkers, the blood spear hunters, the gray lizard cavalry, and the dozens of ogres wielding giant wooden clubs were full of bloodthirsty desire in their eyes.

Bang!

Bang......

After several rounds of fireball bombardment, the tall and sturdy city gate began to shake, the crack became longer and longer, and some of the stones had been cracked and peeled off, and the ogre was in extreme excitement, as if it only took a few more rounds to completely blow up the city gate.

"Faster!" shouted the ogre.

Behind them, an army of multiple tribes and tribes was already eager to try, just waiting for the moment when the city was broken, and then rushing in to kill.

The fire elemental converges, and another round of fireballs is forming.

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly.

In the vast expanse of snow to the north, a large group of knights came out of nowhere, and the horses under their seats were covered in blue and gold, reflecting a metallic luster in the winter sun, which was extremely dazzling.

Many people have recognized it as a creature unique to the Saine plateau.

"Bronze Mustang!"

Both the enemy and the enemy, whether it was the Maculags, the Kradons, the blood spear trolls, and even the ogre mages casting the spell couldn't help but be stunned.

The bronze wild horses could not be tamed at all, nor could they be provoked, and they crisscrossed the plateau unscrupulously, but at this moment, they saw that there were human knights on the backs of this group of bronze wild horses!

"Knights of Humanity!How is this possible?"

Countless barbarians had disbelief on their faces.

Even Marius, who had known about it for a long time, thought it was incredible when he saw it with his own eyes.

The Makulag people suffered a lot because they lacked the means to tame their mounts and had difficulty moving on the vast plateaus, and as the patriarch, he had been trying to solve this problem for many years, and he had also fought the idea of bronze wild horses, but it turned out that it was difficult to even get close to them, let alone tame them.

"Keep casting spells and blow open the gates!"

An order rang out in the army, and the voice carried an irresistible majesty, "Acton, bring the gray lizard cavalry to meet the enemy and kill these humans." ”

More than six hundred gray lizard cavalry immediately turned around and faced the incoming knights.

They slowly accelerated.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer, and the gray lizard cavalry could already see the enemy on the opposite side.

The total number of these human knights on bronze wild horses was only about three hundred, only half the number of the gray lizard cavalry, they were all dressed in silver-gray armor and swords around their waists, but they did not hold spears like ordinary cavalrymen, but each of them carried a black odd-shaped weapon less than two feet long.

Most of the gray lizard cavalry had never left the plateau and had never seen a soul spear, so they all thought it was strange.

Acton, the leader, is a high-ranking barbarian.

He controlled his cold-toed gray lizard, rushed to the front, and at a glance saw a very piercing human in the knight order opposite.

This person is very young, the armor on his body is different from everyone else, and there is a big blood-red cloak on his back, riding on the back of a bronze wild horse, and the cloak is flying behind him, and at a glance, he knows that he is definitely a big man, and he must be the leader of this knight order.

Acton immediately took a fancy to the cloak and already took it as his trophy.

The ground rumbled, and snow and ice splashed.

"Charge!"

Acton shouted loudly, and the gray lizard cavalry behind him pulled away to the left and right very tacitly, the formation expanded, and the cavalry on both wings whipped their gray lizards hard, accelerating wildly, forming a pocket formation hundreds of meters wide, ready to outflank the enemy from both sides.

The human knights on the opposite side did not change anything, but continued to charge.

500 steps;

400 steps;

300 steps......

As the distance got closer, Acton noticed an uncontrollable tension on the faces of some of the humans, unable to control even their mounts, allowing the bronze mustang to run wild.

"It turned out to be a group of recruits......"

Acton licked his lips excitedly, he could almost smell the scent of a human being, the huge spear was lowered horizontally, the tip of the spear locked on the young human leader opposite, his eyes were full of cruelty, as if he saw him being pierced by his own shot.

200 steps;

One hundred and fifty steps;

In an instant, within a hundred paces, for a cavalry charging at high speed, this is already under the nose, and it only takes a few more breaths to collide head-on and go head-to-head.

"Up!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to collide and fight, a clear command came into his ears.

The four hooves of the three hundred bronze wild horses were entwined with a cyan shimmer, and the two ribs gave birth to huge translucent wings, and their heavy bodies became extremely nimble, and they soared into the air at high speed.

At the same time, the breath of all the bronze mustangs joined together, and in front of them, a whirlwind of air was formed, like a solid high wall, crushing wildly, impacting everything that stood in its way.

This change caught the Grey Lizard Cavalry off guard.

Bang......

The two sides finally began to fight, but it was the gray lizard cavalry who was attacked unilaterally.

The Bronze Mustang doesn't fly too high, and is deliberately kept at a height that can both get out of range of the enemy's spear attack and allow the wind to hit the enemy.

Three hundred against six hundred, just in an instant, the winner was decided.

The gray lizard cavalry at the front seemed to have crashed into a wall, their spears out of reach and unregrouped.

The barbarian cavalry, which originally seemed to be tall and strong, was as fragile as a scarecrow under the impact of the wind, and even the cold-toed gray lizard under him was knocked over and let out a painful hiss.

The Order is like a razor, swept through it.

The formation formed by the gray lizard cavalry was shattered by the impact in just a few breaths.

"Fire!"

Another command sounded in mid-air.

Acton, who was lucky enough to withstand the first wave of impact, just got up from the ground with his face covered in blood, and when he looked up, he saw the human knight on the top, charging while raising the black weapon in his hand, aiming it at himself, as well as the surrounding clansmen, and spewing out tongues of fire. ::

Dada......

Acton couldn't see what it was, let alone dodge, and the next second, his head exploded like a watermelon, turning into a headless corpse.