Ozul glared at the blonde middle-aged man that appeared with his subordinates.
He got out of his stupor only when he saw the small part of men in robes also rushing in towards his group.
They were nothing special, only a Rank-7 Fighter leading many weak Rank-4 and some Rank-5 Mages.
Ozul wanted nothing more than to head straight in the formation to retrieve his leg back, but those people wearing robes were annoying.
No one hesitated and charged right at each other.
In the first place, there were tens of them charging at Ozul's team, and while they may be weak individually, those people were somehow able to combine their spells to increase its strength!
It made them realize that this battle had no cannon fodder, as even those weakest here could combine their Spells to amplify the output!
