Magic Crisis (3)
編輯: Henyee Translations
Without magic, the Mages could no longer launch any spells. They stood in the center of the army and looked at their companions who were constantly being exterminated by the devils at the front line. Their eyes were bloodshot as they held their staffs tightly. At this moment, they felt that they were so insignificant. In a large-scale war, their strength was not worth mentioning.
Their brothers were still fighting with their lives on the line, but they could only hide at the back and foolishly look at the tragic situation in front of them. They could not provide any support.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" A young Mage stood among the crowd with tears streaming down his face. His flushed face was filled with despair and unwillingness. The staff in his hand was about to shatter.