These three Infernals were larger than any Yu Lin Bloodhawk had seen before, so they were probably stronger too. If the elves had retreated a little more slowly and been struck by these three Infernals falling from the Twisting Nether, the casualties would have been devastating.
After climbing out of their craters, the three Infernals charged at the elves on six heavy stone legs that pounded like drumsticks. Boom! Boom! Boom! Each step struck the earth like thunder.
Behind them, the Orcs Ironshield Fortress began moving again, advancing slowly but inexorably.
"Focus your fire on those three Infernals first. Break one leg on each, and they won't pose much of a threat. Send word to the Dwarf Gryphon Riders in the rear to take flight and engage immediately," the acting commander ordered decisively.
The fastest Infernal was the first to receive a baptism of elven magic. The Rangers' bows were always quicker than the spells the Arcane Mages needed to chant. After a Concussive Shot struck the leading Infernal, its strides became as graceful as a film replayed in slow motion.
But no one had time to appreciate that grace now, for it was dangerous and deadly. The Rangers sent their Arcane Shots into one of the Infernal's legs. Arcane explosions rang out in rapid succession.
Unable to reach the elves, the Infernals threw back their heads and roared in fury. They were trying to break free of the slowing magic, but unfortunately, they were not strong enough to be immune to the Rangers' Concussive Shots.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk had never fought an Infernal before, but he felt that the head was its weak point. He did not understand where that feeling came from. Ever since he had grasped Mind Shot, he had experienced this inexplicable sensation whenever he looked