By rendering the sky as bright as day, York found that the number of enemies under the city was less than 5,000, and although the neat and condensed phalanx of the army was like a piece of cold and merciless ice, it was undoubtedly a fool's dream for such an army to capture the Beit League.

He didn't even see any heavy siege equipment, not a single ladder, not even a catapult, and in front of the enemy's army lined up were hundreds of thick black iron pipes supported by strange wheeled carts, and judging from the white smoke still flying in the sky above, it should have been from these things that the roar just now.

However, he could have completely destroyed the wolf cavalry with a single charge from the enemy, as he had not seen any trace of the cavalry guards.

Those silent statues of the infantrymen standing in the middle of the military formation, armed not ordinary human spears and halberds, but strange weapons, although they occupy an absolute disadvantage in numbers, but the eyes of those people are not only not afraid but full of enthusiasm and courage for war.

Seeing this scene in York's eyes, a strange feeling tightly bound his whole body, making him suppress the urge to order the city gate to be opened and charged.

"Can you destroy those things?" asked York, pointing to the array of artillery lined up below the city, to a barbarian dressed as a shaman behind him, who was Rumba, the captain of the Barbarian Battle Mage Regiment.

After forming an alliance with the necromancer, the Barbarians finally abandoned their long-standing disdain for magic in favor of more efficient methods of combat, and Rumba was one of the best assistants Tanan sent to York.

The enemy's artillery array was at least a kilometer away from the city walls, which was far beyond the attack distance of orcs and lizard warriors, and although York himself was not afraid of those shells, it would be a great blow to the morale of ordinary soldiers if they were allowed to bombard indiscriminately.

And if you want to stop the enemy, you have to rely on magic other than to open the gates and charge.

Rumba shook his head.

The distance of a kilometer is not only too far for the orcs, but also for them, who have only mastered a few second-level spells, they can only cast a few thunderbolts at most, and the mental power lock range is far from being able to reach that far.

They may be able to kill the enemy's generals or leaders in the heat of battle, but they can't do anything if they want to destroy the enemy's formation on a large scale, even if they have a group of hundreds of mages.

After all, barbarians have only been exposed to magic for a short time, and not every battlemage has been able to comprehend wisdom to learn more advanced magic—necromancers have provided them with some help, but only very little.

York didn't say anything more, and it seemed that there was only one last way left, but the intense uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart prevented him from giving the final order, and just as he hesitated, the hundred cannons under the city roared furiously again.

Hundreds of pitch-black iron balls roared and smashed into the walls of the Bythmen, and the next moment they triggered a powerful blast and a wave of flames, and hundreds of werewolves and orcs who had no time to dodge fell from the female wall with a miserable howl, and then were torn into pieces of flesh and stumps on the iron thorns under the walls.

A strong jolt came from the street behind York, and after an axe split the shells that came at him in half, he finally made his final decision.

"Open the gates of the city, let the ghost beasts tear apart the enemy's army formation, and the wolf-riding ogre will follow, and the whole army will go out of the city to fight!"

He couldn't let this passive situation continue, although his intuition told him that there must be an enemy ambush outside the city, but with his absolute military superiority and the claws of the ghost beast, he believed that as long as he started hand-to-hand combat, the weight of victory would definitely be in his hands.

In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy will show the powerlessness of paper.

As soon as York's order was given, the defenders on the city walls sprang into action, and the heavy drawbridge was slowly lowered to the sound of wheels churning wildly and chaining.

"Bang!" the smoke and dust flew up, and then several small mountain-like figures roared out of the city gate.

Their grayish-white fur that exuded a strong smell of death, bloodthirsty and cruel eyes, bloody fangs and claws up to three meters long, and their height of more than fifteen meters all showed their unrivaled strength.

Ghost Behemoth! Five-headed! And those huge figures were followed by countless black shadows, and bursts of wolf howls came and went, interspersed with a dozen bloodthirsty roars, which were ogre war cries.

A kilometer is not a short distance, but it is only a few breaths for a ghostly beast with such a large size and speed faster than a unicorn, but the siege army outside the city has not been affected by this.

Hundreds of artillery pieces were still bombarding the city, and as the ghostly beasts rushed out, the infantry ranks that had been standing like statues behind the artillery emplacements also changed dramatically.

The musketeers in the front row began to quickly retreat and separate, forming a formation of six triangles, the muzzles of the black holes raised and aimed at the front, and then the infantry in the rear quickly lined up in front of the musketeers, each carrying a huge shield as high as a man.

At the same time, the crossbowmen in the rear directly raised the crossbow arrows in their hands and carried out the first round of neat projectiles at the enemy rushing out of the city gate, and two thousand sharp iron crossbows smashed into the wolf riders behind the ghost beasts like locusts covering the sky.

However, the barbarian offensive was not hindered either, and the ogres at the rear of the line raised their wooden shields, so that the defenders did not suffer unbearable casualties except for the hundreds of wolf riders who were shot in the first wave.

After all, the barbarian army ordered to attack was in the tens of thousands, and the loss of hundreds of men was not worth mentioning in such a battle, and they were still advancing due to the narrow terrain at the gates, and as long as they formed a formation in the wasteland outside the city, the end of the enemy was near.

The distance between the ghost beast and the army shortened dramatically, but the musketeers who were engrossed in it aimed their guns at the back of the beasts, even though the vibration from the soles of their feet had caused the cold sweat on their foreheads to fall, but no one attacked without the captain's order.

Eight hundred meters, the gray fur of the ghost beast was already reflecting a cold cold light under the light of the illumination.

Five hundred meters, the dents on the pair of terrifying fangs were already clearly visible.

Three hundred meters, a foul smell of nausea came to the nostrils, and the arms of the few musketeers holding the guns even began to tremble slightly—it was not nervousness, but the vibration transmitted by the ground was too violent, and even drove the human body on the ground to shake together.

Standing at the front of the formation, Ivo's eyes were as cold as ice, and although he wanted to shoot his encounter into the eye socket of the ghost beast in front of him, according to the battle plan, these monsters were not the enemies he needed to face.

Two hundred meters, when the cruel cold light flashing in the eyes of those ghost beasts could reflect Ivo's reflection, the space in the oblique stab suddenly appeared a strong distortion, and then more than a dozen black shadows larger than the size of the ghost beasts suddenly appeared in the field.

The five ghost beasts couldn't brake, and immediately collided with the dozen or so black shadows.

"What the hell is that monster!?"

York, who was standing on the castle tower, was suddenly shocked when he saw this scene, and suddenly appeared in front of the enemy's army formation with more than a dozen dragon-like creatures, but they did not have the huge wings of ordinary dragons, but judging from the height of nearly twenty meters and the hard crystal scale armor, it was not easy to mess with.

What's even more terrifying is that when those strange creatures appeared, they immediately formed an absolute suppression of the five ghost beasts in terms of numbers.

Compared to York's wrath, Lear, who was at the rear of the army, was much calmer, and he was not complacent because of the barbarians' ambush, even if the real battle to surround these ghostly beasts had just begun.

After all, Spartacus still had a great disadvantage in terms of military strength, and unlike the barbarians who fought at home, they had sufficient supplies, and his army would fight a little less when he was deep behind enemy lines, and it would be unbearable for him to suffer too many casualties.

"It turns out that camouflage Dafa can still be used like this, but this time it has increased my knowledge. He calmly looked at Casa next to him and said.

"It's just a secondary auxiliary trick, my lord is too modest, in fact, spells have the same end, as long as they are used properly, even the lowest level of magic can play no less than the effect of high-level spells, and if it weren't for the strong magic of adults, it would be foolish for me to hide such a large number of troops alone. ”

Hearing this, Casa immediately bowed humbly and replied, this was not self-conscious, because there was undisguised admiration in both the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes when he looked at Lear.

It turned out that Lear's army had already sneaked into the city of the Beit League before Ilorore led the Sea Eagle Legion to launch the first wave of air raids against the Beit League, and he accepted Casa's proposal to use a secondary spell camouflage to distort the air around him, so that more than half of the army, including the Crystal Dragon, were perfectly hidden in the air.

This is actually just a simple trick, and even as long as the hidden army has a slightly larger movement or the enemy's mage perception is a little stronger, it can be easily recognized, but in the case of their first voice, this simplest spell is quietly ignored, and then exerts the most unexpected effect at the critical moment.

"Roar!"

A roar of pain from the front of the military formation suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, and the ghost beast that first hit the crystal dragon group had fallen into a desperate siege, and the two huge fangs had already broken off at this time, and only a small piece of flesh fell on the broken bones of the sharp left claw, which looked extremely miserable.

At this time, it had only been a few seconds since it crashed into the crystal dragon group, and it was already a great luck that more than a dozen crystal dragons could still stand under the bite of more than a dozen crystal dragons at the same time.

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