"Great Vulcan, heed my prayer—Fireball!"
Five mid-level mages simultaneously waved their wands and chanted spells!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Seven or eight enormous fireballs rained down from the sky, each one ablaze with flames, the intense heat almost scorching the entire earth!
The fireballs flew directly towards the rebel positions; the heat was enough to burn everyone below!
"Ya-ha!"
The swordsman A-Lang suddenly burst from the trenches, his Swift Blade slicing through the air, a sword aura accompanied by a howling wind whistling out, "Wind Shield!"
"Whoosh!"
A wall of wind shot into the sky, blocking all the fireballs.
"Sorry, you're not the only ones who can use magic!"
A-Lang looked at the mages below and said coldly.
"Heh heh, how could this be of any use to me!"
Cassi
