"Come on! I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Phield drew his sword with a sharp metallic ring. Everything they had wiped out before had been nothing but undead and expendable cannon fodder that felt no pain. This time, the enemy had finally committed their elite forces, and he intended to crush them completely.
"Archers, volley fire. Ballistae, target their ballistae."
Allowing the enemy's front ranks to enter range, Ophelia gave the order decisively.
"Once the archers become exhausted, they are authorized to switch to Rapid Wands."
"We fight to the death!"
"We fight to the death!"
The soldiers of Nightfall Domain roared in unison as they drew their bows and raised their crossbows. The creaking of bowstrings filled the air before a swarm of arrows shot out like locusts, blanketing the densest parts of the enemy formation.
"Raise your shields and keep advancing. Maintain the formation."
