It's really hard to guess.
Soon enough, the soldiers affected by the Madness Eye were controlled, and the Magicians began bombarding the City of Flesh again, and even people were flying up trying to get close to it.
Those flying had either been given the Flying Skill by the Magicians or had racial talents like the Bird Beastmen and so on.
It seemed like Roger riding the Female Fire Dragon had also joined the fray.
"This..."
The recovery of the Alliance's morale was much faster than Doslepo had expected, and he was suddenly at a loss.
Are all of these humans well-tempered warriors? How come they all are so strong-willed!
Feelings of discomfort spread in his heart as he started making the City of Flesh run!
Only fools would continue to summon minions and wear down the Alliance; Doslepo chose to roll on the ground!
With his size rolling on the ground, that's a true desktop cleaner; anyone rolled over would become a compressed file.
