While Hill was lost in thought, the battle for the city wall below had come to an end.

All the defending dwarves were destroyed.

The undead mages are already flying in the sky, demolishing the city wall.

The loud rumbling sound woke up Hill.

The result of millions of magicians casting spells at the same time is definitely not something that any defensive magic circle can withstand.

Hill looked at the undead flying in the sky, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

What determines the strength of the wall demolition is not the number of mages, but the fact that the sky is too full. No matter how far away people are, the casting distance is not enough.

The wall was demolished very quickly, and in the smoke and dust of complete destruction came a shower of arrows.

The mages were well prepared, or in other words, when they demolished the wall, they were always wearing eggshell-shaped shields of various colors.

But the arrows used by the dwarves probably have the ability to destroy demons. Even though the priests on the stage had tried their best to increase their health, many mages were still shot to death.

Fortunately, when the mage demolished the wall, the knights had already gathered around the high platform where the priest was.

On the outside of the forest formation on the stage, the strongest shield knights stood in the three circles inside and outside.

Before the city wall was completely destroyed, they had already erected a shield wall.

Therefore, even if he encountered a rain of arrows no less than that of a mage, the priest's casualties would still be minimal.

To the undead, it actually doesn't matter how many knights, wizards, and warlocks die.

After all, there are always people below to fill the position.

As long as the pastor remains strong, they have nothing to fear.
Chapter completed!