Loki made rapid calculations, ordering several cannons to target a specific area at specific times. Even if those damned things were protected by elementalists, their skills had cooldowns, so they wouldn't be able to defend against all of them!
BANG!
BANG!
BOOM!
On the ground, people gasped as they saw several cannons pushing through, landing right next to them.
BOOM!
"AHH!"
"Ouch!"
"My arm!!"
What's more, along with a few explosions, eerie purplish-grey smoke emerged.
Besston had been trained by their informants beforehand, and he immediately barked the orders. "It's Poison smoke!" he yelled.
Not everyone could react fast enough, and many of the 'weaker' fighters fell down, trampled by the stampede. It was unknown whether they would ever wake up or not.
