Looking again, the city wall was already crowded with rows of archers, shooting in unison at the frozen aliens.
Quickly, the aliens also began to suffer some casualties.
The Iron Blood Warriors, who had a deep blood feud with the aliens, advanced courageously, firing grappling hooks from their launchers to latch onto the grooves on the city wall, using the ropes to climb up.
The archers on the wall suffered ruthless attacks from the Iron Blood Warriors.
This was a race adept at combat, even more bloodthirsty than the aliens.
A considerable number of Iron Blood Warriors climbed the wall, wielding weapons like claws, steel blades, or hooks, slashing repeatedly at the archers.
"I'll hold them off, you keep shooting!"
The Human Prophet waved his Magic Staff, looking no longer aged and feeble; elemental attacks continuously shot from the staff.
Flames, frost, icicles, lightning, stone pillars...
