Although the sun had yet to set and the sky was still bright and clear, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed in the East of the camp. The dazzling light cut through the clouds, like a Fang made of lightning piercing straight into the hill surrounded by the camp.
This was a Druid's " Thunder summoning spell. although the power of his spell was limited to 3-18 (3d6), the key was that this was a minute-level spell, and it could strike lightning with each round.
If there was enough time, it could even kill 50 to 60 adventurers.
As the lightning fell, it didn't stop the fear in the hearts of the militia patrolling the outer circle of the camp. Even though they knew their families were behind them, the fear of death was deeply tormenting these ordinary people who had not been on the battlefield two weeks ago.
Because behind them was a terrifying scene that would give one a nightmare even if it was daytime.
