Something was wrong.
Gu Xi, positioned atop the Summoning Tower, immediately noticed that something was off with the battle before him.
The Demon Offering Camp's idea had been sound.
The Fire Wall had successfully burned the enemies.
But the Fire Wall's range was limited.
No, it was not that the Fire Wall's range was limited; rather, the area occupied by the Fire Wall was limited.
Ordinary orcs would likely die in the Fire Wall after charging only a few steps.
But the orcs riding Mammoths and Tyrannosaurus Rexes were different.
They were all chariot-type units among the orcs.
On the surface, they counted as a single combat unit, but they actually carried at least thirty or forty orcs.
Even if such units caught fire, they could still charge wildly forward for several steps while ablaze.
If they charged toward the Demon Offering Camp, that would be fine. The Demon Offering Camp was conducting another Fire Wall ritual there, and the situation could still be kept under control.
What they feared most was these orcs not charging toward the Demon Offering Camp, but carrying the flames into the battlefield where fighting was underway.
That situation would be difficult to control.
On a battlefield, water and fire tactics were the strongest, but also the hardest to control.
Water tactics required controlling the direction of the current's impact, while fire tactics required holding the upwind position. Otherwise, one would burn oneself along with the enemy.
They absolutely could not act recklessly and sacrifice their own troops.
That was precisely the situation before them.
If those giant orc units that had not been burned to death charged into other parts of the battlefield, they would definitely start a massive fire.
In the end, a large number of Gu Xi's troops would be burned to