Chapter 332

Marius watched Renn leave, then took a deep breath and shouted loudly:

"Brothers and sisters, take heart! Today, the Astartes will never be breached, as in every battle we have faced in the past hundreds of years, the Astartes will always belong to the Macragges Homeland, we will fight to win!"

His voice sounded from the highest place in the city, reaching the ears of every Macragge, and it was extremely infectious.

"For victory!" the crowd roared in unison.

"For the Astartes!"

"To the glory of Gilliman!"

Marius uttered three slogans in a row, which immediately aroused the fighting will of the entire tribe. People's blood was boiling, and the haze brought about by the approaching army was swept away.

Outside the city wall, the ogre mages had already reached the range of their spells. Huge balls of fire condensed in their hands. main entrance.

Wars on the Sain Plateau are generally encounters or head-on confrontations.

The tribes of barbarians or trolls only have simple wooden fences and walls, and do not have decent cities, so they rarely use siege tactics and tools.

It is already the best way to let the ogre mage bombard the city gate with fireball.

Seven huge fireballs flew towards the city gate.

rumbling...

There was a violent explosion, and the city gate remained motionless.

The gate of Astarte is a huge rock. The dwarves carved a protective rune array at the beginning of its establishment, but it has long since failed. The Macragges closed the gate and piled more huge stones behind the gate. It was so tightly blocked that the fireball technique couldn't explode for a while.

"Counterattack! Shoot them!" Marius ordered loudly.

The Macragges on the city wall threw their javelins one after another. Almost every Macragge was good at throwing spears. The enemy will be tied into a sieve.

Hoo hoo...

Macragge shouted, and hundreds of javelins shot out from the city wall, like a shadow fell down.

The ogre mage's grasp of the distance was very precise, keeping within three hundred paces.

Most of the javelins landed before three hundred steps, and only a few javelins shot in front of the ogre mage, but they lost all strength and were swept away by the Dorak berserker protecting the mage.

Seeing this scene, Marius couldn't help frowning.

Astartes had been attacked by ogre mages several times before, and their fireball skills couldn't hit such a long distance.

This time, the ogre mage obviously used some method to extend the range of the fireball.

The javelins of mid-level or high-level Macragge fighters can counterattack the opponent, but the number is too small to form an effective threat and suppression.

Taking advantage of this advantage, the ogre mage can cast spells calmly.

The second round of fireball came again.

Boom!

The solid city gate trembled continuously, and the high-temperature fireball burned the rocks red. Fortunately, there was no sign of being breached yet.

But if this continues, the city gate will be blown up sooner or later.

If there is no backup or support, Marius will immediately open the city gate and rush out to fight the enemy for life and death. Even though this was a bad choice, it was better than being beaten passively. With Macragge's strength, there might not be no chance of winning.

Boom!

The third round of the fireball technique exploded, and several cracks appeared in the city gate and city wall made of huge stones.

Some Macragges couldn't sit still, but they saw that the patriarch was still unmoved, and just blindly let the warriors whose javelins were far enough to shoot back to create some disturbance for the ogre mages.

"Do you want to fight a defensive war of attrition with the enemy?"

The layout of the Astartes is divided into five floors, from low to high, each floor has an independent defensive city wall. It was once breached by the enemy to the third floor at the most dangerous time. Relying on the terrain advantage, they won a tragic victory in the end.

Marius' eyes flickered.

This is also a countermeasure if Ryan does not appear in time.

The entire army outside the city was slowly approaching, and rushed in as soon as the city gate was broken. The Dorak Berserker, the Blood Spear Hunter, the Gray Lizard Cavalry, and the dozens of ogres wielding giant wooden clubs all looked at him. All full of bloodthirsty desires.

Boom!

bang...

After several consecutive rounds of fireball bombardment, the tall and solid city gate began to shake, the cracks became longer and longer, and part of the stones had been cracked and fell off. The ogre magician was in extreme excitement, and it seemed that just a few more rounds would completely destroy the city gate. Collapsing.

"Hurry up!" shouted the ogre mage in charge.

Behind them, an army composed of many tribes was eager to try, just waiting for the moment when the city was broken, and then rushed in to start a killing spree.

The fire elements gather, and another round of fireballs is forming.

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly.

On the vast expanse of snow in the north, a large group of knights came from nowhere. The horses under them were covered in blue-gold, and under the winter sun, they reflected a metallic luster, which was extremely dazzling.

Many people have recognized it as a unique creature on the Sain Plateau.

"Bronze Mustang!"

Both the enemy and the enemy, whether it is the Macragge, the Kratos, the bloodspear troll, or even the ogre mage who is casting a spell, can't help but be stunned.

Bronze wild horses can't be tamed or provoked at all, and they run wild on the plateau, but at this moment, they see that there are human knights on the backs of these bronze wild horses!

"Human Knights! How is this possible?"

Countless savages showed disbelief on their faces.

Even Marius, who had known it for a long time, felt incredible when he saw it with his own eyes.

The Macragges lacked the means to tame their mounts, and they were inconvenient to move on the vast plateau, so they suffered a lot. As the patriarch, he had been trying to solve this problem for many years, and he also had the idea of ​​bronze wild horses. It's hard, let alone tame.

"Continue to cast spells and blast open the city gate!"

An order sounded in the army, and the voice carried an irresistible majesty, "Acton, take the gray lizard cavalry to meet the enemy, and kill these humans."

More than 600 gray lizard cavalry immediately turned around and faced the incoming knights.

They speed up slowly.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and the gray lizard cavalry can already see the enemy on the opposite side clearly.

These human knights riding bronze wild horses are only about 300 in total, only half of the gray lizard cavalry. They are all wearing silver-gray armor, with swords hanging around their waists, but they don't hold spears like ordinary cavalry, but human knights. The man held a strange black weapon less than two feet long.

Most of the gray lizard cavalry had never left the plateau and had never seen a soul gun, so they all felt very strange.

Acton at the head is a high-ranking barbarian.

He controlled his cold-toed gray lizard, rushed to the front, and saw a very eye-catching human in the opposite knight group at a glance.

This man is very young, the armor on his body is different from other people, and there is a big blood-red cloak on his back, riding on the back of a bronze wild horse, the cloak flutters behind him, he can tell at a glance that he is definitely a big man, it must be The leader of the Knights.

Acton immediately took a fancy to the cloak and considered it his own trophy.

The ground boomed, and ice and snow splashed.

"Accelerate! Charge!"

Acton yelled loudly, and the gray lizard cavalry behind him moved to the left and right in a tacit understanding, and the line expanded. The cavalry on both wings beat their own gray lizard hard, accelerated crazily, formed a pocket formation hundreds of meters wide, and prepared Outflank the enemy from both sides.

But the human knights on the opposite side did not change at all, they just continued to charge.

five hundred steps;

four hundred steps;

Three hundred steps...

As the distance got closer, Acton noticed uncontrollable tension on the faces of some humans, and even couldn't control his own mount, allowing the bronze wild horse to gallop wildly.

"It turned out to be a group of recruits..."

Acton licked his lips excitedly. He could almost smell the scent of humans. The huge spear was lowered horizontally, and the tip of the spear locked on the young human leader opposite. His eyes were full of cruelty, as if seeing him being killed by himself A shot through the end.

two hundred steps;

one hundred and fifty steps;

Within a hundred steps in an instant, for the cavalry charging at high speed, this is already under the nose, and it only takes a few more breaths to collide head-on and confront each other head-on.

"rise!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to collide and fight, a clear order came into their ears.

The four hooves of three hundred bronze wild horses twined with a cyan shimmer, and huge translucent wings sprouted from both ribs. Their heavy bodies became extremely flexible, and they soared into the air at high speed.

At the same time, the auras of all the bronze wild horses are connected into one, and in front of them, a substantial whirlwind airflow is formed, like a solid high wall, crushing crazily, impacting everything in front of them.

This change caught the gray lizard cavalry by surprise.

bang...

The two sides finally began to confront each other, but it was the gray lizard cavalry who were attacked unilaterally.

The Bronze Mustang didn't fly too high, it was intentionally controlled at a height that could not only get out of the range of the enemy's long spear attack, but also allow the strong wind to hit the enemy.

Three hundred against six hundred, the winner was decided in an instant.

The gray lizard cavalry rushing to the front seemed to hit a wall, their spears couldn't reach the enemy, and they didn't have time to adjust their formation.

The seemingly tall and strong barbarian cavalry was as fragile as a scarecrow under the impact of the strong wind. Even the cold-toed gray lizard underneath was knocked and rolled, neighing in pain.

The Knights are like a razor, sweeping through it.

The formation formed by the gray lizard cavalry was smashed to pieces in just a few breaths.

"Fire!"

Another command sounded in the air.

Acton, who was lucky enough to survive the first wave of shock, just got up from the ground with his face covered in blood. When he looked up, he saw the human knight on top. While charging, he raised the black weapon in his hand and pointed it at himself and the surrounding area. The tribesmen spewed out tongues of flame.

Da da da da da...

Acton couldn't see what it was at all, and couldn't dodge it. In the next second, his head was shot like a watermelon, turning him into a headless corpse.