Very soon!
With the attack order given, the dozens of Magog spellcasters at the rear of the formation stepped forward and spread out. Magic power surged in their palms as they condensed Fireballs one after another, then hurled them fiercely at the magma wall.
Boom! Boom! Amid violent explosions and tremors of varying intensity, Fireballs smashed into the magma wall one after another and exploded. Flames scattered, heat waves rolled, and fire engulfed the entire stretch of wall. Much of the still-unhardened magma was blasted in every direction, making the attack look quite formidable.
If this had been a wall in the Kingdom of Erathia, a barrage of Fireballs like that would have taken down at least half the human soldiers on the wall. Even the survivors would have suffered severe burns!
Perhaps that was one reason why the Kingdom of Erathia had collapsed so quickly after its king died.
After the kingdom collapsed, ordinary Erathian human soldiers, leaderless and thrown into disorganized chaos, would indeed have found it extremely difficult to hold the walls against a Nighon army capable of long-range magical strikes.
Of course, the Kingdom of Erathia was unimportant. What mattered now was that the Murlocs and their wall had been swallowed by dozens of Fireball spells. After all, that section of wall was not very long, and dozens of Fireballs were enough to blanket it several times over.
However—
What left Cyril, who had run to high ground to overlook the battlefield, utterly stunned was this: after the Fireball bombardment, aside from becoming a little redder where they had been struck and gaining a few craters, the magma walls remained intact—and the Murlocs behind them were completely unharmed?
They had not even tried to dodge. They had let the flames engulf them, yet not only were