Rolling Thunder appeared, like a signal that war had begun.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The crossbowmen, who had long since drawn their bows and readied their strings, fired arrow after arrow and crossbow bolt after crossbow bolt.
They tore through the night sky toward the enemy.
Thud, thud, thud!
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out. Three or four mercenaries on the other side were instantly struck by arrows and fell.
Before they could wail in pain, several more arrows hit them, leaving them motionless.
The fuses beneath the Rolling Thunder burned down to their ends.
Tulisa, captain of Team Two, stepped forward and swung her staff.
Two Energy Auras instantly wrapped around the Rolling Thunder, freezing into thick, solid ice the next second.
Bang, bang—crack!
The Rolling Thunder exploded with a muffled boom like a dud, only blasting spiderweb cracks across the ice. A small amount of smoke seeped out through the gaps.
It had no effect on the battlefield.
"You made the wrong choice. I'm very angry now, and that won't be a good thing for your city..."
The voice of the man from the earlier conversation came from inside the room.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Arrows whistled through the air from the room across from them.
The squad members dodged while returning fire.
"Prepare the Poison Mist Grenades!" Arnel, Team One Captain, shouted.
Slyther glanced in their direction and gave a slight shake of her head.
According to Wu Heng's intelligence, there might be children inside. Poison Mist Grenades could cause injuries that young children would find difficult to recover from.
Still, that shout had a deterrent effect on the people inside.
"My darlings, drain the blood from those people outside. Go on, all of you, get out there."
The man's low murmur came from the room again.
Wuuu—buzz!
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