The mages and rangers stopped conserving their mana. Opportunities to attack without restraint or worry were rare. Some mages switched from Fireball to arcane missiles, while others used Frostbolt. The rangers varied their attacks as well, using Multi-Shot, Arcane Shot, and scatter shots. Of course, there were also Aimed Shot and Explosive Shot, all competing for targets.
The Orcs' cries gradually faded, but the elves showed no sign of stopping their attacks. Blizzard still blanketed the area. Many rangers could no longer find a standing target, so those who knew Multi-Shot simply used it to overlap the spellcasters' Blizzard.
Naturally, the mages would not let the rangers outdo them in their own specialty. Attack spells poured out one after another. Any spell they could cast that dealt damage over a wide area, they unleashed without hesitation. The rangers who had not learned Multi-Shot could only strain their eyes, searching for Orcs who were still making sounds or moving.
"Are they trying to blast all the Orcs to pieces?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked Sylvanas beside him, watching the battlefield where not a single Orc remained standing.
"Maybe! The mages haven't had a chance to act all this time. Now that they finally have an opportunity to show off, how could they be satisfied without making an appearance?" Sylvanas said.
"Aren't you going to stop them from wasting mana like this?" Sylvanas asked.
"Why stop them? Look how beautiful the magic looks in the night! It's just like fireworks at a festival. You don't see this often!" Sylvanas said with a smile.
...It was more than uncommon-it was downright rare! Would lofty mages really be bored enough to use their painstakingly accumulated mana as fireworks? Only this was not playtime. They were kicking an enemy while he was down, and having one