A thick smell of blood enveloped the city of Tyre. Even the most laid-back and optimistic residents seemed cramped and restless, hiding in their houses and walking back and forth, shouting meaningless prayers. And the officers of the defending army standing on the city wall, one by one, looked out of the city with grim faces. Corpses torn to shreds were piled up outside the city, staining a large area of sand red.

The coalition forces unexpectedly quickened the pace of their operations, and slaughtered the city before the Tyrs expected. The tribesmen who had not yet had time to enter the city were slaughtered, and their corpses were scattered in the desert for the sand eagles to peck at. Some of them were not part of the tribes of the Tyre vassals, but had just rushed here to make a fortune for the war, and at this time they were also caught by the coalition on charges of financing the enemy. The male captives were beheaded and dressed in spears. The fate of the female captives was much more tragic, as they had to endure many rapes before being thrown to the Metlot lizards carried by the Coalition forces. The benevolent soldiers would cut their throats first, and the not-so-merciful coalition soldiers would do it alive.

Although the Battle of Tyre was expected to be a terrible and tragic battle, the brutality of the scene still terrified many soldiers. The coalition cavalry swept in like a storm of wind and sandstorms from far to near, even though arrows were constantly being fired from the walls. But the torrent of flesh and blood composed of thousands of cavalry didn't care about this negligible resistance, like thunder and angry waves, swept by the wind and clouds, and was invincible in front of all. The cavalry rushed all the way to the base of the city walls, cutting down the last living creature that dared to stand outside the city, and finally stopped. The defenders on the city walls watched as the people under their feet were cut down from behind, and then beheaded, all of them had an uncontrollable anger.

There were several trenches dug outside the city, which were originally intended for infantry to be stationed and delay the allied offensive. However, under the blows of the other side, the defenders did not dare to open the city gate at all, for fear that if they were not careful, they would be robbed into the city by the enemy, and then the general trend was gone.

By the time the cavalry gained a foothold, the infantry and baggage units of the coalition army also appeared on the horizon. Columns of slave soldiers and poorly dressed light infantry led the way, followed by the Golden Apple Guards of Ulric City. They were heavily veiled and held six-foot-long spears with apple-shaped obsidian weights on the hilts, hence the name the Golden Apple Guards.

Finally, there is a huge siege tower specially made by the Witch King. These mechanical behemoths are taller than city walls and so heavy that they require thousands of people to carry rolling logs to move. But this kind of equipment is really necessary for the expedition of the army, and inside them, there is a magic teleportation array carefully engraved by the Witch King, with the help of which the portal to the water elemental plane can be temporarily opened and drinking water can be obtained.

The middle level of the siege tower is a ring of shooting holes for archers, and at the top is a platform where you can see the entire battlefield at a glance.

The Witch King Hamanu stood arrogantly and imposingly on the top platform of a specially made siege tower, his robes were sewn with the finest silk threads, mixed with gold, silver, and diamonds, and mystical arcane scripts were depicted on them. They glowed faintly blue, changing in intensity with the Witch King's mood.

Hamanu had the face of a handsome man, but the beauty of his face had been ruined by the two slit-like eyes. Witch King Ulric's eyes have become less human-like, but have become long, reptile-like yellow slits. And he also has inner eyelids that close left and right, blinking from time to time, moistening the eyeballs.

The Witch King was much taller than the average person, measuring nearly eight feet from head to toe. His exposed hands and neck had scaly-like marks. Even parts of the skin, which still retain its human appearance, have a metallic sheen and a dense texture.

Unlike Karak in Tyre, Hamanu had already begun experimenting with dragon transformation. Now, his transformation has reached the third level of the Demon Dragon Transformation, which has made him somewhat out of his human form, and his ability to cast spells has greatly increased.

Hamanu was not alone on the platform, an equally tall and thin figure stood to Hamanu's left, a lizard-like tail peeking out from under his robes. The face is tightly covered, and only the eyes are exposed. He disguised his new, infertile wings with his cloak.

This is the Witch King of Nibennai City, the Shadow King Nibennai, who has a longer history of demon dragon transformation than Hamanu, and his power is indeed stronger than Hamanu. Although Nibenai thirsted for power, he hated the mutation of his own image, so he usually hid in his palace, and he may not leave the palace once in decades. This time to participate in the coalition army, he was not willing to show his face more, and he did not teleport until the last moment.

Standing to the right of the two is the witch king of the city of Ankara, Sultan Malik. Unlike his two colleagues, the Witch King did not undergo a dragon transformation, but retained his human appearance. Outwardly, he resembles a treacherous merchant with a goatee upturned at the end. Unlike the other two Witch Kings, Sultan Malik didn't seem to pay attention to Tyre's guards, but rather thought about something.

"Little Mage of Tyre, I'm looking forward to what tricks you can play this time?" Hamanu, the Witch King, looked at Tyre like a child looking at the new toy that was about to arrive. The resistance encountered in the iron mines cost the coalition nearly 10,000 soldiers, which made Hamanu somewhat more interested in conquering Tyre.

"Don't forget the reward you promised us!" Nibennai reminded Hamanu.

"You will get the slave I promised you, and Malik will get his five hundred thousand gold coins. Hamanu said to the two witch kings, "But that will not be fulfilled until I take the city." ”

"Now, let's push the cards out of Tirri's gang of fugitive slaves. Prepare to attack!"

The slaves began to build counterweight trebuchets, while the shield-wielding infantry, under the cover of archers, approached the walls. The wooden shields of these shieldbearers were covered with cooked lizard skins, which were completely impenetrable with ordinary arrowheads. Step by step, they approached the foot of the city walls.

A small number of low-ranking Templars were mixed in with the infantry, serving as the core of the overseers and combat power. Even with simple magic, these Templars were able to use magical items such as guò scrolls to exponentially increase the combat effectiveness of their armies and suppress the spells of the defender mages.

The coalition infantry roared and rushed forward like a tumbling wave of men. With the Witch King behind them, these people would never dare to have the idea of escaping. The distance of a few hundred feet was shortened to zero in an instant, and the soldiers who rushed to the front were already ready to set up the ladder.

The defenders prepared boiling oil and rolling stones to deal with these enemies, and those who were drenched in boiling oil would let out a heart-rending scream, and then scurry around like a lit torch. The deterrent effect of Rolling Stones was slightly less, but there were also many soldiers from the besieging side who were unfortunately hit and fell from the ladder.

The Templar, who oversaw the battle, carefully assessed the situation and sent follow-up troops to the weaker sections of the wall. You must know that although the defenders can mobilize manpower according to the shape, those rolling stones, boiling oil and other things are transported to different sections of the city wall in advance, so how can they have time to move around during the battle?

As the coalition offensive became more intense, the Guardian Mages also appeared on the wall to help, using the Megamorph to make the Rolling Stone more lethal. Often a single boulder can kill more than a dozen coalition soldiers who rushed to the city wall.

Even after being attacked several times before, the Witch King Alliance, which was formed by the alliance of the three cities, still has a strong combat strength of 30,000 soldiers. When such an army moved, the strong fighting intent made the psychic warlocks dare not delve into the thoughts of the opposing officer, lest they be infected by the madness that killed the red eyes.

King Tessian simply held his coronation ceremony in the palace and received the blessings of many nobles and merchants. The Guardian Mages were present, but they were silent. Their collar Cotander's complexion was corrupt, as if his vitality had been overdrawn by magic, and he didn't say a word. Ricas, along with his gladiators, was not there at all.

Whatever the displeasure of King Tycian about Ricas's absence, he hid it well and did not show the slightest hint of it. Not long after the coronation ceremony lasted, Shatiri urged the crowd to come to the city walls to watch the battle.

"It's not dawn yet, just working so hard, the coalition people are very desperate. Akis sighed uselessly.

"Look, they've sent in reserves. I think there's a section of the wall that can't hold up, don't you have someone to use the cannon? Why don't you use it, Shatiri?"

Since Tessian became king, Coral Witch has been in a strange state of mind in a trance. If it were an ordinary person, Muhati would say that she was very lost, but the power that flowed from Shatiri's body at this time was stronger, and people didn't know what she was thinking.

"No, I don't have to. The Coral Witch said, and began to cast the spell.

If it is said that when ordinary mages cast spells, the magic power mobilized was like a hurricane, quickly gathering from all sides to the center. Then Shatiri's spell was like Mosken's maelstrom, many times stronger than Muhadi's spells in the past, both in terms of density and strength in invoking magical power.

The trees and vegetation near the city walls turned yellow and dead in an instant, and the vast and incomparable vitality was forcibly stripped away to support Shatiri's magic.

There were some trenches dug by the defenders outside the city of Tyre, and the coalition forces came suddenly, forcing the defenders into the city of Tyre, and Muhathir thought that these trenches were useless, but it turned out that he was wrong.

A two-hundred-foot-long, eerie blood-colored fly ash rose from the bottom of the ditch, cutting the attacking Witch King's army in two. Most of the soldiers and officers were overwhelmed by the strange flying ash. A daring Templar tried to cross him, but he had just stepped into the ashes, and the reddish dust seemed to come to life, burrowing ferociously into the Templar's body through his facial features. In an instant, the hapless guy was a pile of bones.

Shatiri pushed her hands forward, and the ash began to push forward, slowly at first, then gradually increasing. The frightened coalition soldiers tried to bypass from both sides, but there were too many of them, and they were all crowded in the way to attack this section of the wall, how could they dodge.

Some Templars tried to use teleportation, astral projection, or flying spells to get past the ashes, but invariably ended up as dry bones. The spell seemed to have the power to prevent nature from bypassing itself, and hundreds of enemies were killed in the blow, and the people of Tyr cheered loudly.

"Ten levels of arcane plus spells, your strength has indeed grown a lot, Shatiri. It's pretty good. King Tessian saw Coral Witch's performance and commented. Everyone knows that he said this to pass off the other party's powerful points, and he was unwilling to show weakness.

Magic on Atas is similar to psionic power, with the same level difference. However, it is the psychic man's grasp of his own mind that restricts the ability to manifest psionic abilities. What restricts the ability to cast spells is the level of mana that can be mobilized. However, it is said that there are only nine levels of spiritual energy, and there are many levels of magic, at least twelve or more. If you count the magic effects such as spell strength and spell extreme effect, then fifteen or sixteen level spells are not nothing. (Unlike the well-known Faeron, Atas doesn't have a magic net or a magic god, so there is no cap on high-level spells.) Witch Kings tend to master fifteen or even sixteen or seventeen spell slots)

The menacing attack was resolved by a spell, and the coalition forces had to retreat and wait until the counterweight trebuchet was built before attacking.

"I need to memorize spells again, and it's up to you to organize the resistance, King Cessian. When Shatiri finished casting, she looked exhausted, as if her shoulders were much heavier. "Tell the Guardian Mages to prepare their cannons and show the Coalition a never-before-seen power. ”

Ctesian took over the command, calmly observed the dynamics of the coalition forces, and turned his head to the people around him to give orders. "The coalition forces are encamping, and the cavalry is ready. ”

"Do you want to strike now?" asked Akis, looking at the enemy soldiers who were scrambling back.

"That's right, if we're just defensive, then the coalition forces can leave no reserves at all and attack with all their might. Our counterattack can make them a little more scrupulous. ”

"Will the witch kings make a move? If they do, won't they send people out to die?"

Tessian replied in a natural tone, "If the Witch Kings decide to act now, then they will stay in the city, and it will be a dead end." No, the witch kings are not going to strike now, they are tempting, they are observing. Even a witch king would not want to reveal his true strength in front of other witch kings. They won't act until the end. ”

"You, you, you, you and you. Tessian casually pointed at a few people, including several Templar-turned-officers and Kamila and Muhadi. "You are all familiar with cavalry combat, and you also have some strength of your own. Together with me, you are ready to lead the troops to the storm. ”

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