The sky lit up first.
Hundreds of dwarven crossbows fired in a single, thunderous volley, condensed bolts raining down across the charging horde like a sudden storm. Brilliant streaks of energy tore through the air before crashing into the advancing riders. Below, the striped tigers roared and scattered as the first wave of attacks tore through their ranks, but the surviving warriors pressed forward without hesitation.
Twenty-one infected Grand Magus warriors let out furious battle cries as they jump out of their mount surged toward the ark, thousand infected magus follows
Although intimidating, the charging Grand Magus warriors were only half the number of the dwarves aboard the Floating Tortoise. With the dwarves' superior numbers and defensive formation, they should have been able to handle them.
Emery's attention was drawn to a single presence buried within the charging horde.
An infected Three-Cosmos powerhouse.
