All Forces Attack

"Thousand Mile Ice Seal!"

A clear, icy shout rang out.

Ella, the Ice Elf High Priestess who had now broken through to Legendary and become even more aloof in temperament, appeared atop the city walls with several thousand Ice Elves. They continuously waved their staffs, spreading vast currents of freezing air across the sea.

Shrouded by frost of extreme cold, the sea surface visibly transformed into vast sheets of ice that stretched toward the deep sea.

It was not only the Ice Elves. After more than half of the Metal Dragon race had been wiped out and the remaining dozens of Legendary and Top Saint Domain metal dragons had fled, the large number of Giant Magic Cannon Turrets atop the walls immediately switched attributes as well. They unleashed Ice Element spells, helping the Ice Winter Mage Regiment freeze the sea.

With both sides working together, in less than a moment, the sea for more than a hundred miles outside Highland City had formed a thick layer of ice, enough for countless troops to march across.

"Roland, he's got some nerve. Does he really think he's won?"

As he watched the sea freeze over and the gates of Highland City swing open, elite regiments poured out one after another. A cruel gleam immediately flashed through Gromar's eyes.

Although he had lost five thousand Behemoths in the previous battle—a loss the Behemoth Royal Family could not accept—it was not an irreparable disadvantage in the larger picture.

On the contrary, he still held an army of thirty million Orcs and one hundred thousand priests. He still possessed a tremendous advantage on the frontal battlefield.

Under such circumstances, Roland actually dared to leave the city and fight them head-on. To Gromar, this was undoubtedly an enormous provocation.

"Your Majesty, after this battle, the morale