Chapter 308: 306 Tycoon Stania_1

Translator: 549690339

Apart from the specially enchanted arrows designed for the undead, ordinary arrows could hardly cause fatal injuries to these creatures.

But these things are really expensive, and not just any craftsman could produce them.

The night was deep, and after a hard fight for half the night, the brave warriors on the walls of Har City finally repelled the undead’s wave of attacks.

However, they paid a heavy price in life and blood for their efforts.

Moreover, the precious enchanted arrows were running out, the walls were full of gaps, and the defenders were exhausted.

As countless undead were catapulted onto the city walls or climbed up siege towers, the warriors of Har City paid a heavy price in lives and blood to repel them.

Har City’s defensive forces were significantly weakened after this fierce battle.

Even though the undead suffered several or even more than ten times the casualties, it was still a severe loss for Har City.

People’s hearts are tender and unlike the cold undead beings, seeing once cheerful and boisterous comrades dying miserably beside them, any warrior or hero with a sense of justice would find it hard to accept.

Morale would naturally decline, but only to a limited extent.

After all, those who came to Har City were known warriors across the continent and locals with considerable reputations, and their hearts were more resilient than ordinary people.

Some of them, seeing the sacrifices of their companions, grew even more determined in their resolve to eradicate evil.

In contrast, the undead did not give Har City a chance to catch its breath.

Now that the spellcasters were almost entirely out of magical power and the number of enchanted arrows was limited, high-level undead creatures such as ghosts, wraiths, and even a few wraiths appeared on the battlefield at Catherine’s command.

These incorporeal undead could mostly act only at night or in places without sunlight, and there were few attacks that could threaten them besides magical damage.

Apart from these incorporeal undead, flying creatures like gargoyles, skeleton griffins, and rotting giant eagles also filled the night sky.

They swarmed in dense clusters, blocking out the sky and moon. It looked like a frenzied dance of demons and was utterly horrifying.

It seemed that for Har City now, they could not resist this wave of attacks without deploying the Metal Dragon.

In addition to the undead flying in the air, night zombies, demon-soul corpses, and giant beetles that had once caused considerable trouble in Yellow Sand City appeared outside Har City.

These undead creatures were the backbone of the Death Lord’s undead army. Beneath the high-level undead, these creatures were the most difficult to deal with.

As these undead approached, a feeling similar to despair enveloped Har City.

It was at this moment that an elderly human spellcaster wearing a gray robe and with white hair and beard, stood trembling on the walls of Har City.

“Bang!”

The crisp sound of his wooden wand striking the floor tiles caught the attention of the surrounding warriors.

The elderly spellcaster’s name was Taram, a well-known archmage on the continent.

Although he had not entered the realm of legend, he was an outstanding mentor, and three legendary mages had graduated from his mage tower, according to incomplete statistics.

However, he seemed to have no intention to act during the earlier battle against the undead.

This puzzled many people, and some might have questioned him right away if it were not for his noble status.

“Cough, cough  ”

The aged Taram tapped his back with his hand and then pointed at the vast number of undead creatures in front of them, shouting, “Warriors, justice will never fail!

In order to defeat these filthy undead creatures, Stania Floating City has specially sponsored all members of the spellcaster association.”

Under the puzzled gaze of the surrounding warriors, the magic apprentices quickly placed magic crystals on various parts of the city walls.

Then, Taram spread his hands, and magical power surged out of his body, quickly infusing into the crystals that the magic apprentices had placed on the walls.

A magical glow emanated from the wands, rapidly expanding around each magic crystal.

In a swirl of space distortion, magic cannons, engraved with complex inscriptions and adorned with costly magical crystals, appeared in place of the magic crystals on the walls of Har City.

After a moment’s silence, everyone present was shocked by this sudden scene.

It was a magic cannon, one that could match the power of high-level spells with a single shot!

These things were said to be extremely valuable, and the cost of making one could buy an entire small remote country.

Now, there were at least a hundred of them placed on the walls of Har City

This was indeed a lavish display!

No wonder Stania, one of the three floating cities, had such a terrifying foundation.

Though warriors and heroes who could come to Har City generally had wealthy backgrounds, they paled in comparison to Taram and Stania Floating City, not even equaling a small fortune.

Seeing people’s reactions, Taram’s mouth curled into a smile. Even at his age, he still enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and admired.

Of course, he would not forget the matter at hand.

At his loud command, numerous magic apprentices connected their magical power to the magic cannons using special methods.

Next, a barrage of high-level spells was unleashed!

Unlike the Black Iron Heavy Cannons produced by the Black Iron Dwarves, these cannons relied on various spells engraved inside the barrels to attack, although they were also called cannons.

The controllers who used their magical power to operate these spells and directions were Taram and his magic apprentices, who were connected to the magic cannons.

The magical power consumed by the spells came from the magical crystals attached to the tail of the magic cannons.

Apart from the fact that the production of magic cannons themselves was extremely difficult and costly, the magical crystals were also a key reason why normal countries couldn’t afford them.

A magic crystal of this size and quality would be hard even for Otto, who had a large number of mines in the Sky Mountains and Sulfur Mountains, to gather in a short time.

Just one such magic crystal would be worth half a year’s tax revenue of the Caran Royal City.

Moreover, this item consumed power very quickly, and only real tycoons could afford it.

Calling Stania – who had generously handed out hundreds of magic cannons as gifts – tycoons hardly did justice to their grandeur.

They might as well be called “Divine Tycoons”