Roland had no idea that the power of his spell this time would be exaggerated to this extent.
They were already three hundred meters away from the city wall, but their eardrums were still shattered by the sound of the explosion.
The pain wasn't much. After all, it was only one-tenth of the original, but it was the mental devastation that was unbearable.
Now everyone was blind and deaf, unable to see or hear, and in a state of confusion, so many people rolled around in fear on the ground, making a fool of themselves.
Roland was a little worse off than them. In addition to being unable to see or hear, he also felt extremely weak, which was a natural reaction of the body when mental power was almost bottomed out.
It was reasonable to say that this was the best time for them to attack the city, but everyone was blinded and no one could move at all.
At first, Roland was a little worried that the enemy would attack, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear the enemy's battle cries. After waiting for about four minutes, the players gradually regained their vision, but their eyes were red and swollen as if they had a pinkeye.
Two Priest players from the Water God Church recovered and began to use Group Hydrotherapy.
It was a healing spell that didn't work very quickly but had a large range, and when two people worked together at the same time, the healing effect was pretty good.
Ruptured eardrums might be a bit troublesome in modern society, but here, it was a kind of "minor injury," and any healing spell could work.
The players gradually could see things in the distance, and the dizziness caused by the sound wave gradually disappeared. Then they saw the scene in the distance one after another, and all of them were shocked speechless.
The city gate had been lifted by its head, from a height of six meters to less than one meter.
And the city wall was three meters wide, so it was conceivable how much effect Roland's Great Fireball had caused.
Even more outrageous was that near the center of the explosion, at least more than fifty meters of the city wall had collapsed, and further away, the surface of the city wall had already cracked, and it seemed that it wasn't far from collapse.
And in these places, there was still black smoke surging, and at the center of the explosion, there was still dark red magma.
"With such power, one shot can break the city wall. Why would there be a siege team? Wouldn't a few Mages take care of everything?"
The other players all looked in agreement.
There was a similar conversation in the livestream.
But a player who looked like a Priest walked to the side and said, "This is because this city doesn't use anti-magic building materials. The cities in the territory were similar, except for a few very large cities that used anti-magic materials for their walls. Border cities would use a large number of anti-magic materials to build their walls. It would be very difficult for Mages to break through such walls. Moreover, both sides in a real battle had Mages, and they would interfere with each other, so it would not be easy for them to destroy the walls. In many cases, wearing anti-magic equipment can effectively reduce the damage caused by magic. Magicians are not invincible. "
The players heaved a sigh of relief.
The viewers in the livestream also felt a lot better.
Fortunately, there was still a way to keep such a terrifying mage in check.
A group of people walked near the city wall and discovered that there were tattered corpses everywhere. Most of the city guards were already dead, and a small number of them had been burnt into charred corpses by the terrifying heat. Some of the guards further away had been shaken to the point that they bled out of their orifices and died.
Even the players and professionals who were 300 meters away temporarily lost their ability to fight, let alone the soldiers who were much weaker.
Looking at the scattered corpses, the players couldn't bear it in their eyes, but no one would blame Roland.
Which of them didn't have two or three NPC lives on their hands?
Besides, they had a good reason for doing this.
None of these soldiers who assisted the tyrant were innocent.
However, when they encountered soldiers who weren't completely dead, the Priests were still willing to save them.
Looking around the city gate for a while, a player said faintly, "With this kind of power, even if I wore anti-magic equipment, I think I would be shocked to death by the shockwave."
"Then wouldn't it be fine to learn a specialty for Sound Wave Resistance?" someone interjected.
"It's impossible to learn a bunch of skills and specialties that are very targeted but are trash for others just for Roland alone."
"You also know that Roland is the only Mage right now."
Several players bickered, avoiding the still hot dark red lava, crossing the meter-high wall mound, and entering the city.
"Are we going to do it as planned?"
"Of course!"
All the players smiled knowingly, and the Sound Amplification Spell rang out on everyone in turn.
Then they lined up in a phalanx again, shouting the slogans they had prepared beforehand as they advanced in the direction of the city guards.
Loud voices began to resound throughout the small city of Mory.
"We are the Gray Eyes Resistance, avengers who have crawled back from hell."
"Only the leader, Bettel, has nothing to do with anyone else."
"Bettel is utterly heartless and evil, and his death will not appease the anger of the people."
"Kill Bettel and we will return to hell. Please do not stop us, or there will be consequences."
The players knew very well that killing people's hearts would destroy their hearts. In order to reduce the enemy's resistance and to reduce unnecessary casualties, such slogans had to be shouted.
It was just that the players' personalities were always a bit jumpy, and as they shouted, someone started to cause trouble.
"Bettel, that whore who sells his body, is worthy of being a noble?"
"Bettel is ugly and ugly, so bad that he has sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet. Whoever conspires with him will be punished by the gods sooner or later."
"Bettel is a pervert, not even sparing an eighty-year-old old lady."
As soon as these words came out, all the players looked at the player who had just shouted them.
The player subconsciously shrunk his neck.
The players shouted as they walked, and then realized that something was wrong. Along the way, there really was no one who came to stop them.
There was actually not a single person on the main road leading straight to the castle.
It seemed that everyone was hiding.
The city even seemed quiet.
What was going on? Could it be that the enemy had set up an ambush to ambush them? Or were their slogans really that effective?
The players looked at each other.
At this moment, a Rogue player jumped down from a nearby roof and rolled the moment he landed to ease off the impact. He said anxiously, "Bettel ran away from the east gate. Who made the commotion just now? It was so scary, it felt like five thunderbolts had exploded on my head, and the whole city was scared silly. Bettel stopped putting out the fire at the first moment and ran straight away with the soldiers from the east gate. The other five have already followed, and they told me to come back and ask you guys if you're going to let him live like this or kill him."
Everyone's eyes turned to Roland.
Roland laughed dryly and said, "You can't say something as ugly as killing him. We're good people, and we have to get rid of all evil. We can ignore the others, but Bettel must die. "
Allie was also in the crowd, and she said fiercely, "Bettel must die."
"Then keep chasing. I don't believe their stamina is better than ours, professionals," a player shouted.
The crowd let out a chuckle, a little wretched and a little unpleasant.
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