Chapitre 162: I refuse to retreat!.

In an instant, Mort felt a sharp pain on his cheek as a projectile whizzed past him, followed by a barrage of gunfire from the elves in front of them. The chaos of the battlefield intensified as more and more soldiers fell to the deadly rain of bullets.

Mort quickly realized the gravity of the situation and bellowed, "Raise your shields!" He immediately summoned a magic circle to deflect the bullets, and most of the soldiers followed suit.

However, not everyone reacted fast enough, and the ground was soon littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers.

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed across the battlefield, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder. Mort gritted his teeth, determined to find a way to destroy the opposite team.

Halting on his horse, Mort noticed that the magic shield in front of him was gradually losing its resilience as more bullets rained in.