The rest of the Caucasian Trolls did the same and charged towards the undead cavalry!
With the command to charge again, the entire team followed the twenty or so "tanks" and charged into the enemy's formation for the second time!
This kind of thing would never happen in previous wars!
It was unheard of to launch a second forced charge from a stalemate when fighting one against ten!
But now, many of these brave troll warriors did it!
Since the undead army lost their mages, using pure physical attacks against the troll army had become an act of suicide. But until now, many of the casualties were only among the Gondor trolls!
The sound of fighting did not stop. The trolls' endurance far exceeded that of humans. The battle had lasted for more than half an hour. The dead covered half of the battlefield, but the trolls were still roaring and did not show any signs of fatigue. On the other hand, although the undead did not have a problem with stamina, the situation now was more like a one-sided massacre. Because all the zombies were like moths flying into a flame, rushing towards the team that had been charging forward without slowing down at all. Then they were killed by the enemy's iron fists or scimitars!
"It's almost time."
Madam Vasaki said as she looked down at the undead army that had no formation to speak of. She then looked at Becky.
Becky nodded and began to chant a spell softly.
Because the use of other magic systems would directly lead to the possibility of accidental injury, light magic was obviously more suitable in this situation.
The book floating in the sky suddenly flipped a few pages, and then faced the sky.
There was a flash of light in the sky, and the dark clouds that had not yet dispersed emitted a golden light. Then, it began to "rain".
This was not liquid raindrops, but strips of light that shone with a golden light. They were shaped like floating petals, but with a holy light. When the first drop of "rain" touched the zombies on the battlefield, the cries of pain instantly spread across the wilderness!
He looked around and saw that the machete in his hand had many nicks. This was the third machete he had used. The hilt of the machete was slippery from the stench of blood. At this moment, he could see flashing golden petals falling from the sky. When the petals fell on his body, he immediately felt as if he was soaking in a warm bath, and his whole body immediately relaxed.
If one were to take a closer look, one would discover that the putrid bloodstains were actually wrapped by the petal-shaped light and fell to the ground. The putrid stench in the air was instantly reduced by half.
On the other hand, the undead around them were beginning to show signs of collapsing. They looked as miserable as one could imagine!
When the petals touched the exposed skin of the undead, it immediately burned a big hole like parchment being set on fire. The areas protected by leather armor or armor did not resist the rain of light at all. When the light touched the armor, it seemed to seep into it. Then, the undead rolled on the ground in pain, their bodies emitting smoke, and it felt as if their souls were being burned!
Under the cover of the rain of light that covered the entire battlefield, the trolls had changed from "fighting" to simply killing. They began to cut off the heads of the zombies rolling on the ground in an orderly manner. As for the Caucasian trolls, it was even simpler. With a stomp of their huge feet … not to mention the heads, they basically crushed the upper bodies of the zombies!
Many sheathed their weapons. Athena swung her horn proudly, and a bolt of lightning suddenly spread from her feet. The undead around her were already lying on the ground in pain, and when they were suddenly struck by the lightning, they immediately froze like dead fish in a pond, unable to move.
The lightning spread towards the place where the zombies were the most concentrated, but took the initiative to avoid where the trolls were — Athena's ability was indeed worthy of being called a high-level magical beast.
The battle gradually entered its final stage. The undead were almost completely wiped out. Only the undead in the distant areas at the edge of the battlefield struggled to escape the range of the rain of light, and escaped into the distant darkness.
In this battle, the undead army had actually lost more than 80% of its members!
In a normal battle, even if the undead were killed in a pincer attack, the death rate would be less than 40% — and this was in a situation where the undead were evenly matched. But with the cooperation of a Bishop of Light with a powerful scripture and an entire team of magicians, many powerful warriors with less than 300 people, they slaughtered more than 2000 undead!
The entire battle continued all the way until dawn!
In fact, as early as midnight, the battle had already ended. Although the enemies on the battlefield had lost the ability to move, the only effective way to kill these disgusting zombies was to chop off their heads or stab their hearts. This caused many warriors to spend a lot of effort to kill the remaining enemies one by one.
The rain of light was not fatal, and the powerful spell Bishop Becky could not maintain for too long. Only until dawn, many of the troll warriors left the battlefield — but what greeted them was the "Rainstorm Spell" released by Madam Vasaki.
Under the control of the madam, the temperature of the rain actually increased after mixing with the fire element. The warm water drenched the victorious warriors standing under the city wall. But many immediately understood the madam's meaning: the blood splattered when the zombies were dismembered was more or less poisonous to the ordinary warriors, so they might as well wash it off, and save a lot of trouble.
The trolls raised their heads to feel the warm rain that they had never experienced before, and then heard many orders — "Attention!
Take off your armor!
Wash up before entering the city! "
So there was a spectacular scene under the city wall — naked trolls stood neatly, facing up to receive the warm rain.
Even the Caucasian Trolls came to join in on the fun. Their highly inflated muscles were exposed to the air, and they were as hard as rocks!
The scene at this moment was like a foreign tribe's "300 Spartan warriors". The warriors opened their arms in the rain, shouting, washing away the bloody smell of the battle in the rain.
Of course, they did not take off their underpants.
After the armor on many of their bodies disappeared, the blood splattered on the ground automatically. There was no trace of blood on their bodies. But as the leader of the team, a warrior who had fought on the battlefield, he welcomed the heavy rain with the warriors at this moment.
Looking at the not-so-tall figure among the group of big guys, Carolina and Madam Vasaki, who were on the city wall, didn't know what to say. The two pairs of beautiful eyes just stared at him. Many of them had taken off their robes and were bare-chested. They stood in front of hundreds of trolls who were more than two meters tall and took deep breaths.
Turning his head, he suddenly shouted, "Did anyone take a step back?!"
"No!"
The trolls answered loudly — this was the slogan that the instructor often taught during training. "We stand at the front, never take a step back!
We will charge forward without any fear! "
"Did anyone ever feel afraid?!"
"No!"
Hundreds of naked figures answered boldly under the night sky. Although there were only a hundred of them, they were as powerful as a thousand troops.