The Undead on the wall had come prepared. The fire mages had positioned themselves where they could move easily... after all, no one knew which direction the Air Genasi would climb from.
At most, they would have to run a little faster. The Undead never got tired, and a small thing like that would hardly drain their stamina bars.
In a way, Hill understood why some Undead insisted on playing fire classes, even if it meant missing out on the fun of several battles.
Some people held fast to their faith... Fireball was the one true god.
The Undead moved quickly. The moment the God-Monsters slammed their enormous fists into the stone Great Wall, they were met head-on: Blizzard on one side, Meteoric Firestorm on the other.
This batch of God-Monsters was harder to kill. After the smaller Elemental Giants leading the charge lost a few of their number, they swiftly retreated and left the battlefield to the taller ones behind them.
Those enormous God-Monsters were indeed harder to handle. Their blows made the twenty-meter-high wall sway dangerously. The Undead had never faced a battle like this. Anyone who wasn't mindlessly hurling spells downward risked making a mess of things as the wall shook.
A raid leader commanded each section of the wall. They shouted for the mages to focus and, whatever happened, not to shorten their spells' casting range. If they felt themselves losing their footing, they had to step forward, never back... there were still two rows of defensive Knights standing in front of them!
Though the raid leaders' hoarse cries rang out all along the wall, mistakes still happened. Perhaps the shaking had muddled some heads. Those people did step forward, but they had turned the wrong way. They cast their spells toward the inside of the