Melee Combat

Meanwhile.

At some point, Gromar had risen high into the sky. Standing with his hands behind his back, he saw that under the Magic-Sealing Domain, only Lillian and Olivia had been severely wounded, while the two mage corps of the foxkin and Mystic Fire remained completely unscathed. A faint disappointment appeared in his eyes as he said disdainfully,

"Roland, a foxkin and a sea demon are now fighting to the death for a human. Isn't that equally laughable?"

"Gromar, as the ruler of the orcs of the Kalimdor Continent and one of the archbishops of the Twilight Church, are underhanded tricks all you know?" Roland mocked angrily.

Before the battle had even begun, he had already lost two Legendary Mages. How could he not be furious?

"Hmph, the victor is king. Roland, are you really that naive?"

"The victor is king?"

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Roland's mouth. "Say that after you've won."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roland wasted no more words and shouted coldly,

"All Giant Catapults, target the Magic-Sealing Totems! Fire!"

Within the black domain formed by tens of thousands of Magic-Sealing Totems, not only had all mages lost the ability to cast spells, but magical creations such as magic scrolls, Magic Crystal Cannons, and Magic Crossbows had also become useless.

However, given the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom's reserves, it was naturally impossible for them to possess only such limited long-range attack methods. While the walls of Highland City had been built, Leslie had also constructed more than a thousand permanent Giant Catapults behind them.

Although such permanent catapults could not be moved freely, each one could launch boulders weighing several tons. Their range reached five thousand meters, and their power exceeded that of ordinary catapults several times over.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amid deafening