"The arrow rain is coming!
"Raise your shields!
"Raise your shields, now!"
Amid the hoarse, desperate shouts, the Allied Forces' warriors raised their shoddy wooden and leather shields. They gathered with those nearest to them, crouched down, and curled their bodies up, hoping to lessen or even avoid the harm the arrows might inflict.
After all, they were merely relatively primitive in thought and severely lacking in discipline. They were not actually fools.
But unfortunately, they did not know that Arathor Empire's archers and crossbowmen had long since stopped using primitive arrowheads made of bone, stone, and bronze. Instead, they used steel arrowheads with tremendous penetrating power.
Their shape, as well as the materials and processes needed to refine them, had all been personally developed by Allen.
Let alone these light shields made of wood and leather, even heavy shields wrapped in double layers of iron might not be able to stop them completely.
Moreover, to convince the Empire's nobles to use their limited Fine Steel for arrowheads rather than melee weapons or armor, Soladin had spent no small amount of effort persuading them.
Now, it would finally display its despair-inducing power.
As expected, the instant the arrows fell from the sky and struck the shields' surfaces, almost no shield could stop these Armor-piercing Heavy Arrows.
In just a few seconds, thousands of unlucky men screamed and collapsed to the ground, with several arrows lodged in their bodies to varying degrees.
The lucky ones were struck directly in vital areas and were killed on the spot.
The unlucky ones had to endure immense pain as they tried to pull the arrows from their bodies. Otherwise, they could not move at all and would only be killed by the next Arrow Rain amid agonizing pain, or slowly bleed out their last