It was a solid defensive formation. Elric had anticipated that the settlement might try to disrupt the ritual.
He was right.
From Third Line's walls, sixty-two arrows and projectiles launched simultaneously.
The attack was coordinated, professional, targeting the holy mages with lethal precision.
Thirty goblin arrows arced through the air. Fifteen thrown javelins from demon warriors. Twelve serpentfolk arrows. Five corruption curse bolts from demon mages.
Sixty-two projectiles targeting fifty vulnerable casters.
But Elric's protective forces were ready.
"Shields!" the infantry commander shouted.
Two hundred tower shields rose in synchronized motion, creating a wall of steel and wood between the incoming projectiles and the holy mages.
