Boulders, burning oil, chevaux-de-frise, trenches... all are playing their roles.
The Elf Team poured burning oil from the top of the city wall, then shot fire arrows to ignite a blaze, burning vast swathes of undead skeletons to ashes.
However, Queen Orelana had already reached her limit.
Once again, sent flying by the Hell Demon Dragon, she could no longer stand, lying in the ruins, her right hand still gripping the magic wand tightly, refusing to let go.
The Hell Bone Dragon came before her, looked down at her, and spoke in a deep, hoarse voice: "You've lost. Become my servant, and I can preserve your most beautiful form, granting you the strength of immortality."
Queen Orelana's gaze sharpened, and she abruptly lifted her head to look at the head of the Hell Demon Dragon.
In the eye socket on its head, there were two demon fires burning, appearing like its two eyes.
At such a close distance, she finally noticed a difference between the two demon fires in the eye sockets.
