Armed with a giant shield in hand, Tariq dashed wildly left and right in the middle of the ogre, charging as fast as he could in the middle of the ogre, casting an attack acceleration for himself, and his speed was barely able to escape the claws of the ghost behemoth at the most critical moment.

But as soon as he was even the slightest bit out of the range of the behemoth, the shadow of death that the thick sunlight could not penetrate would immediately fall on the heads of the human warriors, and the mace and hammer in the ogre's hands never let go of their grip on him.

The steel shield made by Spartacus' finest dwarven craftsmen was already in tatters, and the broken ribs and cracked arm bones were causing him severe pain all the time, even without withstanding a single frontal attack from the ghost beast.

If he hadn't learned magic, he might not have been able to survive even a second against those two monsters.

The bright roar of the two fowls in the sky came and went, and there were black shadows falling headlong in the city or on the blood-red battlefield, and the black shadows that fell into the city would be given sword blades or healing after being distinguished, and those who fell into the battlefield could only be turned into debris in the endless trampling.

As Tariq led his army out of the city to stop the barbarian army, Ilore also led five hundred sea eagles into the sky, and their enemies were the giant thunderbirds.

These ferocious birds that roam the Negan Mountains are obviously far superior to the sea eagles domesticated by Ilore in terms of size and strength, and most terrifyingly, the enemy also has the ability to summon thunder and lightning, so although he has a three-to-one advantage in numbers, he can only barely entangle these thunderbirds to prevent them from interfering with the artillery on the city walls, but the price paid for this is huge.

The casualty ratio has been maintained at three to one, with three sea eagles and one Thunderbird.

The bombardment of the walls continued, but it didn't relieve the pressure on Tariq in the slightest, except that they would have taken equal damage within the range of the artillery, and the two ghost beasts at the heart of the war had not been hit by the half-blow, and if it hadn't been for the cannonballs for the ogres and the desperate resistance of the infantry, they would have rushed to the foot of Palofodi and shattered the broken walls like tofu.

Judging from the current situation, if Mrak can't think of a way to deal with these two giant beasts, even if they kill all the ogres and thunderbirds, and only these two monsters are left on the battlefield in the end, the balance of victory will still not tilt in the slightest against them.

The impact of the giant shield in both hands suffocated Tariq's breath, and a burning sensation rose in his chest and abdomen, accompanied by a mouthful of salty liquid rushing to his throat, but instead of retreating, he jumped up with a roar, slamming a mouthful of blood into the face of the four-meter-tall ogre on the opposite side.

The sound of bones colliding with each other and cracking like cockroaches climbing into the air like cockroaches climbing into glass, the blood vessels in the ears burst instantly and then poured into the head, and the huge pressure generated made the brain explode like tofu that had been heated to the extreme in a microwave oven, and a second later, with the explosion of the ogre's left eye socket, all the agitated conflicts finally found a gap, and a brain surged out of the crack.

The ogre still held the mace in his right hand and attacked, but his right eye gradually fell into endless darkness along with the dusty left eyeball that rolled under his feet.

Tariq kicked the egg-sized ball of sand out of the water, then jumped high again, twisted his shield in both hands in the air, and then sliced the curved edge of the shield into the neck of another ogre who had just swept away half of the body of a human warrior, and the hot blood flowed down the grinding disc shield into a semicircle, and then he twisted his arm down and kicked the ogre in the chest, and a huge head flew high, and then fell to the feet of unknown people and was trampled into a rotten watermelon.

He gasped violently with his back to the city wall, these two actions had already put him far out of the range of the ghost beast's attack, and the angry and miserable howls of the soldiers under his command once again filled the battlefield.

Must rush back immediately!

A blue light enveloped Tariq's body, completely igniting his explosive muscles and charging stance, and the tiny wounds and cracked bones on his body began to heal at a slow rate, although it didn't seem fatal, but every trace of blood lost in such a battlefield would bring him closer to death, and his magic was only enough to support this last healing.

"You command. ”

On the wall, Mlak said to Ivo solemnly, who nodded heavily.

None of them were indecisive people, and the battle went on to such an extent that sacrifice was absolutely unavoidable, and in normal battles, Ivo never stopped shaking the bowstring in his hand after blessing himself with a Holy Spirit Blessing and a hundred shots, and the number of ogres he shot was no less than twenty - not humans and ordinary beasts, the heavy iron armor and strong vitality made it necessary for Ivo to enchant his feather arrows for each shot to be sharp and straight to the throat.

And now the quiver on his back was empty, his arms had long since cracked and the flesh was blurred, and the five hundred archers he led had already changed their weapons under his orders to support Tariq - in the face of the two invincible beasts, all they could do was slow down the other party's progress with a sea of corpses.

In this case, nothing needs to be said.

After Mrak left, Ivo silently changed arrows, sharpened his bow, and opened the strings, and his eyes returned to the coldness of the eagle and wolf, the ogre would not be stupid enough to stretch his neck and walk under the city wall, after realizing the great danger of standing on the wall, these fierce barbarians also knew to hide their bodies in the crowd, and carefully protect their throats, so each shot required more concentration and waiting.

His arms were shaking.

Behind the city gate, on the street where Palofodi was buried in yellow sand, five hundred cavalry were ready to go, this time they picked up the heavy knight's spear again, but they removed the layers of heavy armor that they relied on to protect, in the face of the two monsters' claws several meters long, hundreds of pounds of heavy armor had no meaning except to slow down their speed, and all they needed to do was to stab the spear in their hands into the body of the giant beast and then detonate the explosive bag tied to their bodies.

"For Spartacus. "Mrakzema stood at the head of the procession, a slender silver sword burning with fierce flames.

"For Spartacus!" replied with a roar like a mountain bursting and a sea covering an abyss, a uniform sound that dispelled the fear of death and the last rays of darkness before dawn, making the whole desert tremble in the morning sun that first approached the earth.

Amid the knights' armor, the earth's lamentations, and the sound of horses' hooves, the gates of Palofodi opened again, sending a torrent of death to the world.

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