By sheer coincidence, just as Li Wei's blast of flaming dragon breath leveled the Serasande Ancient Empire's walls on the trial battlefield and launched a full-scale assault, the siege on the northern battlefield outside Luskan was also raging at full tilt.
Much like the Serasande Ancient Empire's army, the attackers faced a difficult predicament. Against Zelandia warriors using Iron Golems as vanguards and mobile cover, shouldering massive tower shields and wrapping themselves in plate armor all the way to their assholes, ordinary arrows could do little more than scatter a few sparks.
So, at General Kusi's command, every longbowman turned their arrows around and sent them all raining down upon the Silvermoon Knights farther to the rear.
Though their killing power was just as limited, it was still better than no results at all. It infuriated Legion Commander Jero enough to stomp his feet, yet there was nothing he could do.
After all, not only did they lack the money and the means to mass-produce those door-plank tower shields, but even the quality of their full plate armor lagged far behind Zelandia's—the mining magnate of the Northlands.
As the saying went, flies did not bite seamless eggs. Here, that saying found perfect expression.
Yet the rain of arrows being unable to do anything to them did not mean the people of Luskan had no way of dealing with them.
Amid the repeated Rumbling Sounds of alchemical cannons and the groaning pull of wooden structures as ancient trebuchets hurled boulders, hundreds of shells and stones came screaming through the air with heart-quailing whistles.
Even with more than two hundred accompanying mages led by Fischer constantly intercepting them with all manner of Evocation Magic, quite a few still slipped through and fell into the ranks.
As weapons that essentially ruled the seas