A dense barrage of fist-sized hailstones fell from the sky, carrying a biting chill! This time, the ogres had nowhere to hide. Though they were well trained and dropped flat on the ground, the wagons loaded with stones offered no protection now. Brains splattered as a hailstone smashed an ogre's skull to pieces. His headless corpse lay sprawled on the ground, slowly encased in solid ice until it became an ice sculpture.
The same scene played out again and again. In that instant, the ogres were wiped out.
Wiping out every ogre seemed like a glorious victory, but the mage squad was effectively out of action too. Their mana had been exhausted, and a mage without mana was useless. Kael'thas ordered the mages to meditate and recover their mana.
This squad of mages from Dalaran consisted entirely of low-ranking mages. Most were around the Third Tier, with only a handful at the Fourth and Fifth Tiers. Casting Blizzard and Frostbolt had left them with barely any mana.
The mage squad was temporarily unable to fight, but they had eliminated the ogres, Southshore's greatest threat. With no more ogres constantly hurling stones, Rex surveyed the situation on the walls without joining the battle. The kobolds fought fearlessly, but they were far outmatched by the Knights of the Round Table. In an open-field battle against such fearless enemies, the Knights of the Round Table would have suffered considerable losses even if they won. But this was a siege defense, and their advantageous position made it an entirely different matter.
"How are things on Ulysses's side? Have any orcs appeared?" Rex asked Little John, who had been running back and forth between the two walls.
Only two stretches of Southshore's walls could be attacked. His own side was holding firm, so Rex began