Explosions, roars, screams, prayers...
The various sounds on the battlefield mixed together, making one feel as though they were in hell.
White Wizards' Alchemy Magic Stone Cannons fired fireballs at a rate of thirty rounds per minute—a number that might seem trivial, but when tens of thousands of these cannons roared in unison, the fireballs turned into an apocalyptic rain of fire.
Tens of thousands of fireballs rained down on the Insect Tide like droplets, and the Wizards didn't even need to aim; every fireball took its toll.
Following commands, the White Wizards had every four Magic Stone Cannons blockade an area, with concentrated fire attempting to intercept all insects.
But for every insect killed by a fireball, two more would take its place, and if those two were killed, even more would step up.
The Wizards' Magic Stones were being consumed every moment, but the swarm was endless.
Moreover, the swarm wasn't without strategic weapons.
