The Centaur archers behind the walls and the Dwarven axe throwers unleashed a volley together, suddenly easing the pressure on the infantry in front and giving them a precious moment to breathe.
But that brief respite was incredibly short-lived. The Wildlanders that followed were like moths flying into flames, carrying the attack through without hesitation.
After firing several Fireballs, Nehru fell silent, but Heng continued casting Stone Skin on the warriors without pause. Ha, who only knew Obscuring Mist, could do nothing but watch anxiously. In his desperation, he began casting alongside Heng.
Obscuring Mist could only slightly blur one's vision and was barely useful in a frontal battle, but when cast on Lord, it produced unexpectedly miraculous results.
The greatsword in his hands had already been astonishingly fast. Now, it became a blur too fast for the naked eye to follow. Those brave enough to charge before him were usually tall, powerful members of strong warrior races, yet they were cut down like targets before they could even see what weapon their opponent was using.
A wall was still only a wall, not a city wall. Under the intense assault, it soon began to collapse. The Centaurs and axe throwers could no longer concentrate on shooting either. They all switched to melee weapons and roared as they filled the gaps.
The struggle for the wall instantly created an incomparably brutal alley of flesh and blood. Even the thunder that occasionally rumbled overhead was drowned out by hysterical screams.
Rain mixed with blood and splashed everywhere like streams. The ground beneath their feet soon turned into a quagmire. Both sides wrestled to the death in the mud, draining their last scraps of strength as they desperately counterattacked.
Some of the physically weaker Wildlanders suddenly ran out of strength halfway through