Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 136: Flames Soaring into the Sky

Chapter 136: Flames Soaring into the Sky

The bowstrings hummed as the arrows shot forth.

The sharp arrowheads pierced through the horde of berserk fishmen, easily killing one with a single shot.

Some arrows even pierced through two at once!

However, the fallen berserk fishmen were quickly replaced by even more of their kind.

Their bloodshot eyes gleamed as they crowded together in a dense mass.

The cart pushers, who had been incredibly tense at first, were now overwhelmed by exhaustion after repeatedly drawing and firing their bows.

Even though each of them had consumed a mana-restoring potion, the intensity of the battle had caused their arms to tremble uncontrollably.

They grew increasingly numb, mechanically drawing and releasing their arrows.

Adam Smith furrowed his brow, realizing they were reaching their limit. Taking advantage of the remaining strength they had, he reluctantly said:

"Cease fire, rest where you are."

For now, they couldn't rely on the archers for ranged support.

Without the efficiency of arrows cutting down the fishmen, the pressure on the wall's defenses grew heavier and heavier.

The soldiers and adventurers couldn't swing their swords fast enough to keep up with the number of berserk fishmen charging at them.

Moreover, the corpses of the dead berserk fishmen piled up higher and higher beneath the wall, allowing the remaining ones to reach the top even faster.

Seeing one of the defensive positions growing more dangerous, with the pile of berserk fishmen reaching halfway up the wall,

The soldiers manning the defense grew increasingly anxious.

They watched the berserk fishmen leaping and clawing at the ironwood walls, their shrill scratching noises only adding to the mounting psychological pressure.

With a deafening "boom,"

A fireball exploded at the rear of the berserk fishmen's corpse pile.

The terrifying blast tore the approaching fishmen to pieces and scattered the piled-up corpses.

A shower of dirt and gore rained down, and the foul stench of blood mixed with the swamp, oddly boosting the soldiers' morale.

"The Arcanist can still fight!"

Naturally, this gave all the soldiers renewed confidence.

What the soldiers didn't know was that Matthew, who had just wiped out dozens of berserk fishmen with a single fireball, was now frowning.

This was because the rewards from killing these fishmen were abysmally low.

For each fishman Matthew or the soldiers killed, they received a measly 1 point of experience.

But that wasn't the main issue—what worried Matthew the most was that

the mana feedback from the kills was also minimal.

Matthew had reached Arcanist Level 4.

When he used a third-circle fireball scroll, after the 10 mana points deducted for using the scroll, he only needed to spend an additional 10 mana points.

With his Mana Absorption at Level 2, granting him a 50% chance to recover 10 mana points,

This meant that, on average, as long as each fireball killed four enemies with sufficient soul energy,