A thunderbolt the size of a bucket slammed into Melos's head, smashing its neck slightly and completely arousing the violence in its heart, and after turning and glaring at the battle mage who was pouring out with the Wolf Knights in the distance, it roared into the sky and rushed straight towards the barbarian legion like a mountain and a sea.

Melos's move immediately affected the entire battlefield, the air at the front of the artillery position writhed again, and five more crystal dragons rushed out of the void, except for Kunsha, who was still standing, the rest of the crystal dragons roared to keep up with Melos's pace.

Lear frowned slightly when he saw this scene in the rear of the army formation, the original battle plan Kunsha would at least wait until all the enemy troops poured out of the city gate before blocking their retreat, and annihilating all the defenders who dared to go out of the city to fight under the city walls, but he still underestimated Melos's violent temper and appeal in the crystal dragon group.

Disturbed by it, all plans are disrupted.

But it doesn't matter, the thousands of people who have now poured into the battlefield can't be counted as a side dish, not to mention overeating, it should be enough to be full.

"Let Tariq lead the cavalry to attack and cut the formation of the enemy's wolf cavalry, and the artillery will retreat and recalibrate the target, and the musketeers will come forward, and ask the priest regiment to bless the musketeers, and none of the enemy troops who rushed out of the city gate can go back!"

On Lear's side, Mrak gave several orders in a row, although Melos's blind charge planned the battle plan, but also greatly disrupted the formation of the barbarians, a good commander of course would not stick to the battle plan, so when the battlefield situation changed, he immediately made a decisive choice.

"Your Excellency, please provide spell support to the artillery platoon so that they can retreat in an orderly manner and re-array. ”

As soon as the herald departed, he made a request to Lear.

As the most important part of the Spartacus battle sequence, the power of the artillery unit is obvious to all, and it is obviously not suitable for them to play on the front line where the ghost beast ogre has already engaged the crystal dragon, and the advantage of artillery on the battlefield can be expanded a second sooner if it is re-formed.

Both Mlak and Lear know this.

"Spread your wings, dragon of the earth that roams the void, and send the pressure of the mire, the heaviness, and the downfall of the mountains to make it impossible for my enemies to move. "Heavy swamp technique!"

As the combat level rises little by little, the old spells in this world can no longer meet Lear's needs, so he has been whimsically trying to research new spells or stack old spells into more advanced effects, and luckily he has gained a lot in this area.

When the muddy swamp suddenly spawned at the feet of the barbarian army, all the enemy troops, including the ghost beast, felt as if they were carrying a small mountain and their bodies sank, both in speed and strength.

"It can't be!"

York on the city wall was furious when he saw this, although it was only a low-level auxiliary magic, but to completely cover such a large battlefield and thousands of warriors, it would take a lot of magic and a degree of mastery of elemental magic, even in Bracada's magic academy, to find a few such people.

You must know that although York himself is not good at magic, he grew up in the mage empire, and it was only then that he knew that there was a leader in the enemy army's ranks, even among the red-robed archmages, and it was undoubtedly a great bad news to find out when the two armies were fighting.

After the spell effect was generated, the artillerymen in front of the formation began to retreat quickly, with the help of rollers, they could move effortlessly on the flat rocky beach, but when they had re-set up in the rear to attack the target, the end of the barbarians who walked in front of the city gate like yellow sand was near.

"York!

With the slight shaking of the gatehouse, a deafening rough voice suddenly sounded behind York, and then a Cyclops King with a height of more than six meters appeared behind him, guarded by a dozen slightly shorter cyclops.

Bango, the hero of the Cyclops tribe and a close friend of York, was one of the first people to come to him when he learned that York was the general of the Beit League.

"Not so good. York replied in a deep voice.

"There are high-level mages in the enemy ranks, and those crystal dragons seem to be even more terrifying than the ghost beasts, and they also have a numerical advantage, it was my mistake to order to go out of the city and fight in the field, but in this situation, it is impossible to retreat. ”

In fact, this can't be blamed on York, although the barbarian defenders have an advantage in numbers, but they are more than one level behind in terms of equipment and weapons, if he does not give the order to go out of the city to fight, he can only watch the hundred cannons bombard the boulder wall and the soldiers on the wall to slag, and if the initial kind of bombardment comes a few more times, no matter how strong the wall is, it will not be able to withstand it.

The Thunderbird Legion pursued those air raids on the enemy, but there was no return, and now it was impossible to put pressure on the enemy in the air battlefield.

"Bang bang ......" A series of dense sounds suddenly interrupted York's thoughts, and he hurriedly raised his hand to look at the battlefield below, but what he saw was a scene that made him even more angry.

It turned out that the wolf cavalry at the forefront was about to rush into the enemy's ground formation, and when the bright blade could pierce the enemy's heart and cut the intruder's neck, the weapons in the hands of the enemy's front-row infantry suddenly emitted bursts of white smoke.

Just fifty meters away, the brave wolf rider was able to tear through a terrifying gap in the enemy's formation and set off a bloody storm.

But this distance of fifty meters has become a moat of life and death.

"Bang Bang ......" The musketeers in the first row quickly retreated to reload their ammunition after firing, but the wolf rider, who had just crossed the corpse of his companion and advanced only a few meters, immediately suffered the same fate.

The burst of gunpowder wrapped in sharp iron beads, instantly breaking all the flesh and blood it came into contact with into a sieve.

The blood-stained bodies fell to the ground, and then more blood splattered on the ground, and the warm blood smoothed out the hairs that had stood on end in pain, and then they were absorbed by the rocky beach, and the whole earth began to take on an ominous dark red.

Like a prelude to a blood moon before disaster strikes.

"Bang bang ......" The third row of musketeers again pulled the trigger in their hands without mercy.

Six musketeers formed an inverted V formation in front of the Wolf Knights, and after paying thousands of lives, the demon wolf under the barbarian seat finally felt terrified, and refused to take a single step despite the large-eared knight's whip and even the sharp blade on the wolf's back.

However, before the big-eared monsters could calm the emotions of the beasts beneath them, there was a sudden strong vibration from the ground beneath their feet, and this vibration became stronger and stronger as time passed, as if thousands of demons were rushing towards them from the invisible darkness, trying to devour all living beings alive.

Soon, they discovered the source of the tremors, as light began to emerge from the darkness.

When the cold light finally broke through the shackles of darkness and showed its true face on the battlefield, the wolf knights did not feel any comfort in their hearts, but an irrepressible fear began to envelop everyone's hearts.

Thousands of mounted spears had been flattened and sharpened, the tips of which were already aimed at them and were approaching at great speed.

Terran Heavy Ride!

As the war between the barbarians and the Erathians intensified, a proverb began to circulate on the wild plateau: "Even the most powerful cyclops should not be delusional about escaping in front of a paladin who has completed his charge." ”

Although the torrent of steel in front of him was not as powerful as the Holy Horse, just looking at the heavy horse's hooves and every time they stepped on the ground, it was a deep rift, and they could know that it was definitely not human power that could resist it.

What made the wolf knights even more horrified was that although the enemy cavalry general at the head was heavily armored, the totem tattoos exposed on his arms could clearly be seen to be a barbarian!

"Boom!"

Like the tip of a sharp iron cone, Tariq did not hesitate to nail into the left rib of the Wolf Knights.

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