KILLING TWO THOUSAND ORCS WITH BROKEN FLOORINGS
Before the orcs could attempt to climb out, over a hundred humans appeared at the edge, conjuring magical flaming arrows.
"Flaming Arrow of Nyx!"
The orcs howled in agony as the magical arrows rained down, exploding on impact. The firestorm quickly dispatched the weaker orcs, leaving charred remnants in its wake.
Yet, the orc army was not entirely comprised of feeble warriors. Some resilient orcs managed to ascend from the pit, determined to retaliate against the fortress.
However, their efforts were met with relentless artillery.
"Magic Missile!"
As the orc captains and generals emerged from the pit, they became targets for powerful magic missiles that struck with deadly precision, piercing their foreheads like bullets. Their agonized cries echoed in the pit as the soul weapons claimed their lives.
"Arggggggghhh!"
