Everyone nodded vigorously. They had already seen the hope of victory. Two hours later, Lu Yang personally arrived at Orange Stronghold. Standing before the defensive line formed by the five villages and looking at the crisscrossing defenses across the fields, he shouted, "Forbidden Spell Mage Corps, unleash a wave of forbidden spells first. Melee legions, prepare to attack."
"Yes!" Three Thousand Kill Sword, Blackflame, and the others answered loudly.
In just a few seconds, countless massive fireballs fell from the sky. Due to the update, multiple types of forbidden spells could no longer be cast together. If fire and ice spells were mixed, the ice and fire could cancel each other out.
It had to be fire, wind, and lightning, or ice, wind, and lightning, perhaps with earth added in. Spatial-temporal magic also conflicted with all other elements, as it could cut through anything.
Originally, all the forbidden spells should have ravaged the defensive lines in the fields, but now only three types could be cast at a time. Still, there was one advantage: Fire Meteor dealt greater damage to the crops in the fields and blasted deeper craters into the ground.
Jerz stood far in the rear, observing the fields ahead through binoculars. He laughed heartily and said, "This update is great. It benefits me immensely. Lu Yang has no way out now."
Corioli said smugly, "The Iron Blood Brotherhood is already starting to feel the pressure, but this is nothing. Once they attack, they'll understand what real difficulty is."
"A bunch of amateurs who only started halfway through dare call themselves military geniuses? I'll let them know who the real military commanders are," Cole said with a cold laugh.
Jerz laughed. "How could they possibly compare to you? In this field, you're the true experts."
Everyone laughed, but