Warhammer Wizard

Three days later.

The cold wind that seemed to never stop on the plateau suddenly stopped, the dark clouds shrouded in the sky dispersed, and the long-lost sun was seen. This was a rare good weather.

But for the Macragg people in Astarte City, the haze in their hearts became heavier.

Ren was standing on the highest layer of the city wall, looking down at the plain outside the city. The originally empty snowy ground was now full of enemies.

Roughly counted, there are at least 2,000 people!

Most of them were savages, who were only covered in fur in the cold wind, and some had their chests open, exposing rock-like muscles.

These savages have different features and are mainly divided into two types.

A kagba with brown eyes and gray hair and a broad forehead. Their arms are very long, their fingers and palms are longer and larger than ordinary barbarians, and they carry huge bows. Quiver, with a plateau wolf at his feet, dressed like a hunter.

In fact, the Kagba tribe is the best hunter on the Saine Plateau, and most of the whole tribe are barbarian shooters.

Over the centuries, I do not know how many Macragge people died under their arrows.

More than three hundred Kagba shooters gathered together, under the command of several taller barbarian warriors.

Their hair is dark and their eyes are dark red. Although they are not as tall as the Macragge, they are about two meters tall, but their bodies develop laterally. Everyone is strong like a wall, and many of them are naked. There was no feeling of the cold wind blowing on him.

Ren had seen this kind of barbarian, and it was from the Dolac tribe.

The Dolac tribe was able to rise on the plateau, not only because of their large population, but also because the tribe was rich in berserkers!

The Dolac Berserker, who believes in the Dark Emperor, is famous throughout the Old World.

Teams of berserkers arrived outside the city of Astartes, nearly a thousand people, almost everyone used heavy weapons, giant axes, two-handed hammers, giant swords, and some crudely processed weapons. All kinds, at least two or three hundred pounds.

With so many berserkers marching fast, a burst of blood and murderous aura almost boiled and shot straight into the sky.

They stopped a thousand paces away from the city wall and roared towards the city, as if to shock people.

The number of enemies is still increasing.

More figures appeared behind the team. Ren had the best eyesight, and he saw a group of tall ogres from a distance.

They were more than four meters tall, with cloth strips around their waists, and holding giant wooden sticks. They looked primitive. There were only a few dozen of them, but the barbarians around them didn't dare to approach them, so they stayed far away.

In the team of ogres, there are also a few peculiar existences.

"Ogre magician!"

"The Logosh tribe in the north also got involved."

Marius, who was beside him, had a solemn expression on his face. Wars on the plateau rarely involved spellcasters. Except for troll shamans, only ogre magicians could master the power of spells.

Ogre mages are easy to identify, they all have two heads.

Ordinary ogres have low intelligence, similar to beasts, and rely on instinct to survive, but there is a certain chance of giving birth to two-headed ogres. They are much smarter than their kin, and have outstanding talents. They can master spells from an early age.

Therefore, the status of ogre mages in the tribe is much higher than that of ordinary ogres, and of course there are not many.

Ren counted, there were seven ogre magicians.

Their clothes are very different from those of the clansmen. They wear loose robes, bound with belts, and hold long red pine staffs. Although they still look very simple, they already have the appearance of civilization, with two heads. Four eyes, all with wisdom and thinking, unlike the stupidity and blindness of ordinary ogres.

Because it was too far away, Ren couldn't detect the strength of these ogre magicians.

However, ogre magicians have no inheritance, and they still cast spells instinctively. Only a few can figure out the principles of magic, and it is almost impossible to reach the legendary realm.

As long as it is not a legendary mage, then there is no need to worry.

Behind the ogre team is the troll tribe. There are two or three hundred people. Marius tortured the news a few days ago. The bloodspear tribe in the south has completely fallen to the Krado, so it is not surprising. .

Notable among these bloodspear trolls are dozens of troll hunters on green velociraptor mounts, and a dozen shamans. The dragons of troll hunters come and go like the wind, are agile and fast, and the trolls ride on their backs and throw spears, which can create powerful lethality.

The ground vibrated gently, even in the city.

Here comes the Grey Lizard Cavalry!

Soon, a large group of barbarian cavalry rushed from the ground in the distance, and in just two minutes, they rushed outside the city of Astarte from the end of their field of vision.

Well-trained, they circled around the team that had already formed the queue, and finally stopped neatly.

A cold-toed grey lizard spewed out breath, forming a mist.

The Dorac savages on their backs comforted their mounts. They wore leather armor and stood up with their spears like a thorny forest.

"Gilliman is here!"

"So many grey lizards..."

The Macragg people standing on the city wall let out a low voice, and the number of Grey Lizard cavalry far exceeded their expectations, at least six hundred cavalry.

How terrifying it would be for so many cavalry to charge on the plateau!

The confidence of some Macragge people could not help shaking, and they frequently looked at the patriarch standing at the highest point and the human beside the patriarch.

Marius noticed people's gazes, but was not worried at all.

Since the news was tortured from the troll three days ago, he and Ren have already figured out a countermeasure. Although some details are not clear enough, Ren's confidence seems not to be frightened by the enemy. arrive.

Even, Marius didn't know if it was his own delusion, Ren seemed to be a little excited.

There was something wrong with the young man's eyes when he looked outside the city. What he saw was not an enemy, but a delicious dinner.

"Your Excellency the Count," cried Marius.

"Patriarch." Ren came back to his senses, suddenly pointed to a position in the enemy camp, and asked, "Do you think that person is Caligula?"

Marius looked over and immediately noticed a group of strange enemies.

Specifically, about thirty enemies from different races surrounded a very strong Dorak.

The racial makeup of this group is very complex, mostly barbarians, but not all Doraks, as well as human transcendents with different transcendent occupations, as well as elf mages, dwarven warriors, troll shamans, and orcs Warriors, tauren, ogres, it's like an exhibition of intelligent races.

"It should be him right." Marius nodded.

Caligula, the leader and commander of the attack on Astartes this time, asked from the mouth of the troll that the Kagba tribe was also conquered by him.

This Caligula is not a pure savage, but a savage mixed with humans.

But in the Dolac tribe, no one dared to look down.

Because Caligula is a legend, his extraordinary profession is "tyrant", however, Caligula's most formidable identity is the chosen person of the Dark Emperor!

In the Dorac tribe today, Caligula's status is second only to the patriarch, a legendary high-ranking berserker.

However, Caligula is a thorn in the patriarch's side. He has already threatened the patriarch's position, but he is too hard to kill because of his identity as the chosen one. Moreover, as a tyrant who can control many slaves and borrow soul power from slaves, Caligula has only been able to fight against the patriarch even though he is only a Legendary Elementary Rank.

The conquest of Astartes this time was actually the battle for Caligula's superiority.

If it is a great success, he will surely get more blessings from the Dark Emperor.

Of course, if he fails, he will not be able to challenge the patriarch, or he will lose the favor of the Dark Emperor.

Outside the city wall, the enemy immediately began to attack.

Several ogre magicians came out of the team, waving their staffs, and the fire elements gathered, ready to start bombarding the city gate. The other barbarians were also eager to try and enter a state of battle.

Marius turned his head and said, "Your Excellency the Count..."

"Don't worry." Ren looked relaxed. "Caligula has no chance to become the patriarch. Even if he is the chosen one, he cannot go back alive today."

After speaking, he opened a portal and walked in.

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