Xue Yunfeng had already reached the front. Frowning, he called for the Earth-Element mages to raise a temporary wall. "What are you thinking? Isn't putting up a wall easier than casting Earthquake?
"No matter how many of those things come, can they really knock your wall down? Which takes less mana, building a wall or digging a trench?
"And you'd have to fix the trench yourselves afterward!"
The Earth-Element mages finally caught on and raised a wall less than two meters high in front of the Knights who had been dodging about. It let the Knights swat the little hopping potatoes away with their shields, while the Wind Law mages could shelter behind it and blow the foul stench back up the mountain.
Xue Yunfeng frowned toward the mountainside. A mage's senses were sharp, and he could feel an unsettling gaze fixed on him.
These Hobgoblins deserved their reputation as the Spartans of Toril. Their combat instincts were impressive. Of all the enemies he had faced in the many battles he had commanded, they had identified him as the commander fastest.
He wondered how they planned to take his head. If all they had in mind was a suicide squad, it would never reach him.
Not that getting killed mattered. Snow Old Dog had spent years commanding battles while lying on the ground.
Besides, his soul would have a better view from up in the air. He could command with more confidence.
Xue Yunfeng could not help glancing back. He had been listening to Lu Huayu's conversation with the crown prince of Imbutu, and he now understood why Eunuch Lu had circled that Lich.
A faint, contemptuous smile crossed Snow Old Dog's face. Eunuch Lu liked using people's romantic entanglements to his advantage, so he saw their recklessness and viciousness