The mines, with their unique blend of alchemical and magical properties, were a brilliant and powerful creation.
It could heavily wound Champions, and Captains were killed.
The explosions sent the imp hordes into a frenzy, their eyes darting around, desperately searching for the mage they believed was raining destruction upon them!
Then, in front of them, behind the smoking craters, was the constant barrage of bullets from the Mini-Gun.
Philip was laughing and laughing as he kept shooting and shooting.
The blasts and the bullets made it look like they were fighting against many, and the front lines began to falter.
At the back of the army, the Champions gathered and were enraged as their forces were being decimated.
"It's magical traps. Do not lose morale. The city lies beyond there. I will act…" The Troglodyte spoke as his gigantic figure dug its legs into the ground below.
"You will act?"