More than half an hour had passed since Bors and Issac began fighting. Although both were somewhat exhausted, neither side seemed to be gaining an advantage.
Looking toward the walls, he could see that the magic cannons were being quickly redirected.
At this rate, if the monsters started climbing the walls, they'd be blasted in batches. Even if the 3rd and 4th Circlers had some brains, the rest of the monsters were only acting on their instincts.
These mindless creatures could be forced into attacking the enemy but they couldn't be tactically controlled like a trained army.
Making the monsters temporarily back off would be near impossible at this stage unless the dungeon master himself ordered.
As long as these monsters had the desire to kill, they wouldn't stop. Since their numbers were still in multiple thousands, they didn't fear anything.
This lack of fear, this reckless impetus was exactly what Bertram, the chief strategist, wanted to exploit!
