That wasn't rain.
At least, no rain can be as big as a palm!
However, the visual effect of these dozens or hundreds of shells falling down does not look much different from a rain curtain...
And although the size was a little different, the metal shell and similar appearance made them realize that this thing...
It will fucking explode!
At this distance... there's no way to escape.
Urnot's outstanding talent for warfare made him realize this immediately.
Fortunately, the speed of the second half of the shells was not as fast as the first one, which made it impossible to react in time. It seemed that this was the limit.
So it gave him room to think.
Immediately, Urnot roared, knelt on one knee, drew out his sword and thrust it into the soil. Then, a mist burst out from his body, condensing into a battle shield similar to the "Light Shield Technique".
The other Cyclops elite fighters knew what he was going to do as soon as he raised his hand.
Immediately, they all followed suit, knelt on one knee, and thrust the broad, huge sword, which was full of nicks and scratches, and even had flesh and blood hanging on it, into the ground.
In a very short period of time, all the forces merged together to form a "battle shield" with amazing defensive power.
Compared to Shana's "Light Shield", this "battle shield" looks more textured, like crystal jade, and is thicker.
The next second, shells fell almost vertically and exploded all around. Powerful shock waves spread again and again, and a large amount of smoke and flames instantly covered the area.
Even though they held up a thick "battle shield", Urnot and the others could still feel the earthquake-like tremors beneath their feet.
Moreover, this round of bombing did not end with just one explosion. Subsequent explosions followed one after another, and Urnot's eyes were bloodshot.
He didn't dare to remove the "battle shield" at this moment, otherwise they would probably suffer a large number of casualties in an instant...
One minute...
Two minutes...
Five minutes...
Urnot had never felt time so long.
After only three to five minutes, he already felt noticeably exhausted, with hot red sweat constantly flowing out and evaporating in an instant.
"These damned outsiders! They don't dare to fight us head-on, and only use these inferior means to attack us by surprise! How despicable!"
Urnot gritted his teeth and held on, but couldn't help cursing in his heart. He realized that this action...
It's really possible that the plan will fail.
After holding on for too long, his body began to tremble and his hands became weaker and weaker.
A minute or two passed.
"Even if they are a group of so-called 'mages', they should take a break from the continuous bombing!"
Urnot gritted his teeth. This way of fighting completely changed his perception of fighting...
Several minutes had passed, and the whistling sound of shells could still be heard in the sky. The exploding shrapnel cut through the air, making a "whooshing" sound, and hit the "battle shield", creating layers of ripples...
"Damn it! Don't those guys know that we have their compatriots in our hands? Aren't they afraid that their compatriots will be blown to death as well?"
Urnot felt more and more exhausted...