The Rangers unleashed Multi-Shot in unison. With three arrows each, a single volley from over four hundred Rangers struck like an attack from over a thousand men. The Orc Warlocks fell like wheat before a scythe.
The Orc Warlocks' spellcasting abruptly ceased. The spacetime passage connecting the two Portals had never fully stabilized, and now it teetered on the verge of collapse. The black vortices inside the Portals shuddered, swelling and shrinking erratically. It seemed a powerful force on the other side was desperately tearing at space as well. From deep within the dark vortices came faint cries of rage and frustration.
The Rangers ignored those furious, frustrated cries. Nor did they fire into the two black vortices. That would have been futile: any power sent into these passages connecting worlds would only become energy that expanded and stabilized them.
But launching their attack had also exposed every Ranger, breaking their Stealth.
The sky had begun to brighten, and a pale glow showed among the clouds along the eastern horizon. With their figures revealed, both sides stood fully exposed to each other's eyes. Only the two hundred Snow Leopard Battle Pets led by Shidewa remained in Stealth, quietly approaching the surviving Orc Warlocks.
The Snow Leopard Rangers were very cautious. Whether an Orc Warlock was still standing or had already fallen, they sent a Snow Leopard sneaking over to bite through his throat. They dared not take these spellcasters lightly. Unlike Warriors and Knights, they wore no heavy Plate Armor to block much of the direct damage, but these magic-wielding Class Practitioners possessed a terrifying trait: as long as their mouths could move, they could turn the tables at any moment. These people could wreak havoc with a few words. Only cutting open their throats and silencing them completely would