Blood-red beams of light converged like gathered flames and crashed down viciously, shaking the entire stretch of city wall. Some elven recruits cried out in panic.
Every one of these elven recruits was at least a Tier Two Elite, with impressive combat skills and a certain amount of battle experience.
However, most of them had never fought monsters to the death, let alone faced the fiercest and most violent monster tide head-on.
They had clearly been in the advantageous position, slaughtering monsters to their heart's content just moments ago. Yet in the blink of an eye, they had reached a critical juncture between life and death.
The young elf recalled his instructor's reprimands and remembered that one must never panic or close one's eyes on a battlefield like this. Then he suddenly realized that he seemed to have been struck directly by the red light just now. How was he still alive?
He opened his eyes.
Before him shimmered golden light. It resembled a pair of wings spread in flight, and also the embrace of a mother protecting her children.
The golden wings of light spread more than ten meters wide and blocked the blood-red beam spewed from the giant's mouth head-on.
The blood-colored light splashed in all directions. Some landed on the city wall and sizzled. A watchtower not far away was even blasted apart, with one corner corroded away.
The blood-red beam's terror was plain to see.
Yet it had been steadily blocked by the golden wings. Was the human captain defending this section of the line really this amazing?
"Recruits, what are you standing around for? Fight back! Fight back!"
The shout jolted the young elf. He came to his senses and saw many human warriors battling the monsters with soaring morale, constantly sniping at the surging