Xue Yunfeng slipped back into his usual furious shouting. "Holy Rain! Get it falling! What are the priests thinking? That's obviously a lich! You could make it rain flowers and you still wouldn't heal him!"
"Water mages! Once you've applied the buffs, use Torrential Rain to put out the fire! No Ice Law spells! Have some common sense, will you? It's a damn lich! Immune to ice!"
"Wind mages can stir up a breeze, and wood mages can throw some thorns his way... Don't use powerful spells! Those two things above his head are Ioun Stones! They can absorb spells below level eight... Fill them up first!
"Third tanks, get ready! Third tanks, get ready! Switch with the main tank as soon as the Ioun Stones start overflowing!
"And those of you with good aim, save your strength! Don't come asking me for mana potions later! I'm broke! I don't even have enough for myself!"
Hill couldn't help laughing. Xue Yunfeng was an ice mage himself, one who specialized in Blizzard. He could fling spells around without thinking, but when a fight called for precision, none of the Undead expected him to hit the enemy. It was a miracle if he didn't hit an ally.
Lagon's repeated Walls of Fire still dealt considerable damage, but most of the defensive knights in the Undead's front row held on. They had so many defensive buffs that the walls' effectiveness had been reduced by at least a third.
That was the awkward thing about Wall of Fire. If it could burn through its targets, it could clear the field in an instant, even sweep the entire cavern clean. But if it was held back, its damage dropped sharply.
Lagon didn't seem to mind. He kept casting Wall of Fire, and the spell could