The terrifying scene silenced the entire battlefield, and everyone stared dumbfounded at the aftermath of hundreds of Fireball Techniques.
Less than half of those who could still stand remained, most of them injured, reeking of smoke and scorched odor, whether they were Goblins, Jackalweres, Hobgoblins, or Orcs, their gazes somewhat vacant.
This was nothing like the motivational propaganda they had heard before the battle. Weren't they told this was a mere migrant army? Their entire force was less than ten thousand soldiers, the rest as frail as lambs, with armor seeming to be the only barrier protecting their tender flesh, which was supposed to be theirs for the taking once breached.
Their firepower was so fierce that they felt as though they were not facing a migrant group, but the Purple Dragon Legion of the Komeer Kingdom. Only such a perverse nation would equip so many War Mages in its army, only they would assemble spellcasters into corps for combat.
