"Brother Ban, I need your help. ”

York jerked back to look at the Cyclops King behind him, his half-monstrous blood and his blue skin showing signs of turning red with rage, and the latter silently stretched out his huge fist after hearing his request.

After such a long period of observation, York has completely grasped the enemy's intentions, and the other party wants to force him out of the city to fight, and then he can eat the 30,000 defenders one bite at a time.

Judging from the current war, the thousands of soldiers who broke out of the Beit League are no longer spared, and decisively abandoning the remnants of the army and closing the city is probably the most correct decision that can be made at this time.

But if he really did that, it would undoubtedly be a devastating blow to morale and the fighting spirit of the soldiers.

If reinforcements continue to be sent, the battlefield that has been completely cut by the enemy's crystal dragon will not be allowed to spread out at all.

And with the sudden entry of the Terran heavy cavalry, the battlefield west of the city gate of the Beit League has been completely controlled by the enemy army.

If he can't come up with a decisive plan to turn the tide of the battle in a short period of time, then he can only make the decision to abandon the car and protect the commander.

If he didn't want to be surrounded by the enemy who was gradually surrounding him, he would have taken the city gate together.

Bango immediately took his people out of the city wall, and on the battlefield below the city, the fangs of war were gradually consuming the flesh and blood of the barbarians, and the most seriously injured was the Wolf Knights who rushed to the front.

Tariq wielded a huge mace like a madman, and wherever he passed first, a bloody storm immediately fell, and hundreds of cavalry behind him condensed into an incomparable blade, tearing the dense array of wolf riders into pieces of blood like a rag.

With a muffled thud, the mace, which had been invincible since it burst into the enemy line, was suddenly stopped by a huge two-handed shield nearly a man high, and then an equally thick iron rod compressed the air into twisted ripples, and then smashed into Tariq's head.

"Good coming!" Tariq roared, then twisted his hips on the horse's back and pulled the reins sharply, taking advantage of the horse's inertia to swing the mace in his hand to the right.

"Bell!" The two heavy weapons even sparked in the air, and Tarik felt that his arm holding the stick was numb and almost let go, and the junction between the tiger's mouth and the mace was even more slippery and warm.

A hideous face peeked out from behind the giant shield in both hands, and there was a brief hint of surprise when those eyes just landed on Tariq, as if he was a little surprised that the enemy in front of him had not been smashed into flesh with a stick.

But soon, the surprise turned to a furious rage, and the foul breath was accompanied by a deafening roar, which slammed into Tariq's head again along with the pitch-black iron rod.

After that contact just now, Tariq knew that there was a considerable gap between his strength and the ogre in front of him, but the key to winning the battle was not only strength, and the battle between him and Haag had proven this many times.

Seeing that the iron rod was coming with the momentum of shattering everything, Tariq suddenly rolled over from the horse's back and burrowed into the horse's belly, and after dodging the deadly iron rod, the mace in his hand was immediately handed out from under the horse's belly at a tricky angle, and the target was the ogre's legs that were not covered by the giant shield.

If it's solid this time, the ogre's legs will be a few transparent blood holes, to say the least.

"Croin!"

Just as the ogre was unable to retract his giant shield for defense due to the inertia of his attack, and saw that his thigh was about to be pierced by the iron spikes on Tariq's mace, a loud roar suddenly came from the side.

Then a heavy hammer slammed into the chest of the horse Tariq was riding, and with the sound of bones shattering, spitting out stubble of viscera and blood, and the screams of the horse, Tariq flew upside down with the force.

The ogre named Crolin nodded to his companion next to him, and then took huge steps and chased after Tariq, but at the same time as Tariq flew out, several heavy riders also rushed in front of Croring, and he had no choice but to wave the iron rod in his hand frantically to temporarily resist the deadly impact.

As soon as Tariq's back touched the ground, several maces were immediately held in the hands of several big-eared monsters and smashed down on his body, and he didn't get up and directly centered on the back tribe point, and then held the mace in his hand and swept around his body violently.

"Bang bang bang!"

Before the big-eared monsters could scream, they turned into pieces of minced flesh that flew through the air.

As soon as Haag stood up, a slight but continuous tremor suddenly came from the ground behind him, and when he turned to look, he found that hundreds of strong cyclops were rushing out of the city gates, each with a huge crossbow in his hand, and not only that, but they also carried several rods on their backs.

The Cyclops crossed the rear team and entered the area where the Wolf Knights and the Terran Heavy Riders were fighting, but strangely they did not attack the enemies on the battlefield.

When the first Cyclops King reached the center of the battlefield, the remaining giants quickly lined up around him, and then he threw a crossbow in each hand with a forceful flick.

The icy tip of the spear drew a perfect parabola in the air, and Tarik looked down the hundreds of arcs to see that the Cyclops attack had landed on the artillery positions that had just been re-aligned.

What the half-beast warriors can't do doesn't mean that the cyclops can't do it either, although the battlefield they are standing on at this time is a full five hundred meters away from the artillery array, but just looking at the cloud of crossbow guns in the air that covers the sky and the sun like a swarm of locusts, they also know that if this wave of attacks is implemented, the artillery position will have to be a crowd of people on their backs.

However, Lear, who was at the rear of the formation, only showed a faint smile, as if admiring the observation and judgment of the enemy generals, and as if he regretted their futile attack.

"Atmospheric Aegis!" "Hercules Aegis!"

Lear can use the power of the Elemental Dragon, but that doesn't mean he loses the power to use the elemental power of his own world.

And most importantly, when communicating with the elemental spirits of this world, Lear hardly needs to chant a spell.

As he raised his palm, a white air stream suddenly appeared over the artillery position, and the turbulent gale immediately tore them apart when they encountered the ballistas, and the remaining powerful ones that pierced through the wind field also crashed into the wide earthen wall that rose from the ground one after another, and then broke into a cloud of debris.

However, the attack did not end there, when the first wave of crossbows was stopped, and the second wave of hundreds of ballistas followed, Lear was prepared for this, and it was nothing more than a little more magic to consume.

Without using the forbidden spell, this intermediate spell can be supported even if it comes ten more times.

The second wave of attacks did not break through the previous fate, and after being torn apart by the Belt of the Wind, they crashed weakly on top of the earthen wall, and the protected artillery was not even the slightest frightened.

But just as Lear thought that the enemy's attack was exhausted and was about to re-order the battle, an icy chill that had only been felt when he had encountered Gru suddenly rose up from his spine and quickly took over the entire back of his head.

Beholder!

After blocking the attacks of the two waves of ballistas, the position constructed by the Hercules shield and the Hercules shield also collapsed due to the excessive force, and just as the magic elements in the sky dissipated, a huge ballista made of pure black and all fine iron suddenly tore through the blockade of space, and appeared in Lear's eyes with an attitude of moving forward and piercing everything.

It was only at this moment that he understood that the enemy's target was not an artillery position at all, and all the attacks were aimed at luring him to attack and then reveal the flaws.

The enemy wants to be beheaded directly!

In the face of this irresistible shot, it was too late for Lear to condense his magic power now, and it was impossible to stop this shot without the shield technique cast by the elemental dragon, which he could already judge from the sharp fighting energy that was getting closer and closer on the tip of the spear.

At the critical moment, the yellow light on Lear's body suddenly skyrocketed, and after leaving an afterimage in place, his body retreated at an extremely fast speed.

It wasn't the light of magic, and the crimson robe on his body was a truly pure fighting spirit, and judging by the color, it had reached the third level.

The quickest reaction was Casa standing beside Lear, and as soon as Lear's body began to move, he immediately cast an attack acceleration for the former, but when he tried to apply gravity to the pitch-black ballista, the latter flew in front of his eyes like a black light, and the sharp tip of the spear wrapped in white fighting qi was always firmly locked on Lear's heart.

Lear's eyebrows tightened and he retreated, although he had a fighting spirit, but now it was not yet the time to be able to compete with a powerful warrior at will, there was no doubt that the level of the attacker's fighting spirit was higher than his, so in the process of retreating, the ice shield and earth shield rose and shattered in front of him.

It wasn't enough to stop the ballista, but it managed to keep the speed of both sides in a delicate balance.

In fact, from this kind of road surface, Bango's attack has failed.

Lear can retreat and retreat, but the power of the ballista he throws is being consumed little by little.

Finally, after retreating a hundred meters away, Lear grabbed the crossbow in his hand, which had exhausted all his strength, and then locked the Cyclops King a thousand meters away with cold eyes.

The two cold lines of sight silently collided in the air, and the resolute killing intent began to ignite in the pupils like fire.

In the next second, a strange weapon with the same black body appeared in Lear's hand.

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