Warhammer Wizard

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

"Brothers and sisters, cheer up! The Astartes will never be breached today, as in every battle we've had over the past few hundred years, the Astartes will always be Macragg's. Home, we will fight to win!"

His voice sounded from the highest part of the city, reaching the ears of every Macragge, and it was very contagious.

"For victory!" the crowd roared in unison.

"For Astartes!"

"For Gilman's glory!"

Marius chanted three slogans in a row, and immediately aroused the will of the entire clan to fight.

Outside the city wall, the ogre magician had already walked within the range of the spell, and a group of huge fireballs condensed in their hands. main entrance.

The wars on the Saine Plateau are generally encounters or head-to-head confrontations.

Tribes of barbarians or trolls have only rudimentary wooden fences and no decent cities, so they rarely use siege tactics and tools.

Let the ogre magician bombard the city gate with fireball technique, this is already the best method.

Seven groups of huge fireballs flew towards the city gate.

rumbling...

A violent explosion sounded, and the city gate remained motionless.

The city gate of Astarte is a whole piece of huge rock. The Dwarves also painted a protective rune array at the beginning of its establishment, but it has long since expired. The Macragg closed the city gate and piled more boulders behind it. It was so tightly blocked that the fireball technique could not explode for a while.

"Counterattack! Shoot them!" Marius ordered loudly.

The Macragg people on the city wall threw javelins one after another. Almost every Macragg person is good at throwing spears. This is also their stunt in defending the city. The enemy will be tied into a sieve.

woohoo hoo...

Macragg shouted in his mouth, and hundreds of javelins shot out from the city wall, as if a shadow fell.

The ogre magician's grasp of the distance is very precise, keeping it within three hundred paces.

Most of the javelins landed before 300 paces. Only a few javelins shot in front of the ogre mages, but they lost all their strength and were swept away by the Dolac Berserkers who were protecting the mages.

Marius frowned when he saw this scene.

Astartes had been attacked by ogre mages several times before, and their fireball technique could not reach such a long distance.

This time, the ogre magician obviously used some method to extend the fireball's range.

Only the javelins of mid-level or high-level Macragge warriors 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 with ease.

The second round of fireball came again.

Boom!

The sturdy city gate trembled constantly, and the high temperature fireball burned the rocks red. Fortunately, there was no sign of being breached for the time being.

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

If there is no backhand or support, Marius will immediately open the city gate and rush out to fight the enemy for life and death. Although this is a bad choice, it is better than being passively beaten. With Macragg's power, there is not necessarily no chance of winning.

Boom!

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

Some Macragg people couldn't sit still, but saw that the patriarch was still unmoved, just blindly letting the warriors with far enough javelin range to fight back, causing some disturbance to the ogre mages.

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

The layout of Astarte is divided into five layers, from low to high. Each layer has an independent defensive wall. It was broken by the enemy to the third layer at the most dangerous time. Relying on the terrain advantage, it finally won a tragic victory.

Marius' eyes flickered.

If Ren did not appear in time, this would be a countermeasure.

The entire army outside the city is slowly approaching, just waiting for the city gate to break before rushing in, Dorak Berserker, Blood Spear Hunter, Grey Lizard Cavalry, and the dozens of ogres wielding giant wooden sticks, in the eyes. Full of bloodlust.

Boom!

bang...

After several rounds of fireball bombing, the tall and sturdy city gate began to shake, and the cracks grew longer and longer. Some of the stones had been cracked and fell off. The ogre magician was extremely excited. blow up.

"Hurry up!" the leading ogre mage shouted.

Behind them, an army composed of many tribes and tribes is already eager to try, just waiting for the moment when the city is broken, and then rushing in and killing.

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

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly.

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

Many people have recognized it as a creature unique to the Seine Plateau.

"Bronze Mustang!"

Both the enemy and the enemy, whether it is Macragg, Krado, Bloodspear troll, and even the ogre magician in the casting can't help but be stunned.

Bronze wild horses can't be tamed or provoked at all. They roam freely on the plateau, but at this moment, they see that there are human knights on the backs of this group of bronze wild horses!

"The Knights of Humanity! How is this possible?"

Countless savages had 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 Macragg people lacked the means to tame their mounts and 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, but he even got close to them. Both are hard, let alone tame.

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

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

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

They slowly accelerated.

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.

There were only about 300 human knights riding bronze wild horses, half the number of the gray lizard cavalry. They all wore silver-gray armor and hung swords around their waists, but they did not hold spears like ordinary cavalry, but human beings. The man was holding a black odd-shaped weapon less than two feet long.

Most of the Grey Lizard cavalry had never left the plateau and had never seen the Soul Spear, so they all felt it was strange.

Acton at the head is a high-ranking barbarian.

He controlled his cold-toed grey lizard, rushed to the front, and saw a very dazzling human being in the knight order opposite at a glance.

This man is very young, and the armor on his body is different from others. There is also a large blood-red cloak behind him. He rides on the back of a bronze wild horse. The cloak is flying behind him. The leader of this knight order.

Acton immediately took a fancy to the cape and took it as his trophy.

The ground rumbled and snow splashed.

"Accelerate! Charge!"

Acton shouted loudly, and the gray lizards behind him pulled away to the left and right in a very tacit understanding, and the front line expanded. The cavalry on both flanks beat their gray lizards hard, accelerated frantically, and formed a pocket formation hundreds of meters wide. Flank the enemy from both sides.

On the other hand, the Human Knights on the other side did not change anything, they just continued to charge.

five hundred steps;

four hundred steps;

Three hundred steps...

As the distance got closer and closer, Acton noticed uncontrollable nervousness on the faces of some humans, unable to control even his own mounts, allowing the bronze wild horses to run 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. The tip of the spear locked on the young human leader opposite. His eyes were full of cruelty. A shot through the end.

two hundred steps;

one hundred and fifty steps;

In an instant, within a hundred paces, for the cavalry charging at high speed, this is already under the nose, as long as it takes a few more breaths, it will collide head-on and confront it head-on.

"rise!"

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

The four hooves of the three hundred bronze wild horses were wrapped in a cyan shimmer, and the two ribs gave birth to huge translucent wings. The heavy body became extremely flexible, and it took off at high speed.

At the same time, the breaths of all the bronze wild horses were connected into one, and in front of them, a substantial whirlwind air flow was formed, like a solid high wall, crushing frantically, impacting everything in front of them.

This change caught the Gray Lizards off guard.

bang...

The two sides finally began to confront each other, but it was the Gray Lizard cavalry who was attacked unilaterally.

The Bronze Mustang didn't fly too high, and was deliberately controlled at a height that could not only escape the enemy's spear attack range, but also allow the gust of wind to hit the enemy.

Three hundred versus six hundred, the outcome was decided in just an instant.

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

The barbarian cavalry, which originally appeared to be tall and strong, was under the impact of the strong wind, but was as fragile as a scarecrow, and even the cold-toed grey lizard underneath was knocked over and rolled, neighing in pain.

The Knights were like a razor, swept through it.

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

"Fire!"

Another command sounded in midair.

Acton, who fortunately survived the first wave of shock, just got up from the ground with blood on his face. He looked up and saw the human knight on top. While charging, he raised the black weapon in his hand and aimed it at himself and the surrounding area. The clansmen spit out tongues of fire. ::

da da da da da...

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