Every minute, shells fell from the sky. Sometimes they were explosive rounds packed with powerful Anse gunpowder, blasting enormous craters into the already uneven ground; sometimes they were magical shells of various elements—fire, lightning, ice... There was even a desiccation curse shell that turned grassy earth into a drought-stricken desert, and shells that created fifty monsters crossbred from goblins and wild beasts upon landing.
The Anse Elves seemed determined to blast their own ring of cities to pieces, utterly destroying this beautiful scenery that suited elven aesthetics.
Jiang Han could understand it. For civilizations like the Anse Elves and witches, destruction followed by reconstruction was no great difficulty.
The key was how to drive off the enemy.
Though the servant armies of both Anse and the witches seemed inexhaustible, under losses of this scale, unless both sides had resolved not to stop until not a single soldier remained, attrition would probably work...
"Enemy attack!"
The Fox Witch's cry interrupted Jiang Han's thoughts. Li Li's voice was full of majesty and gravity. Though her personal strength might not surpass that of any of the other seven witches, witches did not determine status and duties solely by the strength of one's magic.
Great witches like Anjie had likewise been recognized as possessing the [right to issue orders] because of their outstanding ability to work, not because their magical power made them holders of real authority.
Over this period, Li Li had earned recognition through her exceptional personal qualities and her fair, impartial spirit. She could now command the other witches:
"Prepare the Tidal Wave spell scrolls. Put the Cat Spiders into garrison mode... Witches, ready [Ice Storm] and [Thunderous Shock]. Have the servant army form ranks."
As Li Li issued orders, endless inferior mutated goblins surged from the shell craters in the