"So that's what using [ Flame Wave ] feels like–" Cervantez said with joy, as he could not help but smile when he saw his enemies scampering and burning under his flames.
Just one single attack had helped him gain 7 levels and the war had just started.
He could probably gain many more levels before the day ended and he felt very excited about it.
"Guildmaster, you can fall back now…. The wall has recovered enough–" said Blair as he tacitly requested that Cervantez fall behind the shield wall.
"Alright–" said Cervantez as he leapt over the wall, back to the safety of his guild, having just bought a full minute for the front line tanks to catch their breath back before the next demon wave began.
So far, the Dark-Sky guild was not doing bat at all, with the tanks and spearmen getting plenty of experience points to grow, however, their allies the Duke's forces were really struggling on the hill just adjacent to their own.
Over there, the front lines of the tanks had been over-run by the demon army and the dog-fight had already begun.
For every demon soldier, it took two almost equally leveled human soldiers to take it down, as a dog-fight was where the physical dominance of the demon species really came into play.
Without fancy strategies or fight structure, the demons held a clear edge over humans when it came to raw fighting and unfortunately for the Duke's forces, the difference was not even close.
An average human soldier was 5'10-6 feet in height whereas the average demon soldier was over 7 feet tall, with the average high demon being 8 feet tall.
However, it wasn't just the height difference that was bothersome, as not only were the demons taller, they were also faster, stronger, had superior reflexes and better natural battle iq.
Against an average soldier, a high demon could easily take out two or three with ease and this difference in power really showed when the young duke Jerome's forces fought against the demon army.
With the aerial support of the Demon Count, the Demon Forces were nearly unstoppable, as they captured nearly 20% of the hill-top with ease and were progressively pushing the rest of the troops backwards.
This success created a chain effect, where the demons who were still at the base of the hill and had a choice to either attack the hill controlled by DarkSky Guild or the hill controlled by the Duke's forces, chose the hill controlled by Jerome.
This meant that nearly twice as many enemies attacked Jerome and his forces than what attacked the DarkSky guild, who got an easy breather and a smooth fight with adequate rest between demon waves.
"Guildmaster, the situation on the adjacent hill doesn't look so good.
I think we can hold out here by ourselves, we should let Tor and Lysa circle around with their legions as reinforcements–" Luke suggested observing the situation on the other hill, as Cervantez nodded in agreement.
"Tor, Lysa…. Head over to help the Duke's men–" Cervantez said, issuing the order as the individual who was the most happy with this order was none other than Tor, who was practically itching to jump into battle at this moment.
"On it—" he said, immediately mobilizing his unit of berserkers, barbarians and other close range speciality classes, as he started to descend down the back of the Dark-Sky controlled hill and Up, the Duke's hill.
"I will still leave a few of my mages at your disposal, guildmaster" said Lysa, as having lost 50% of his unit to the fall of the isolated towers, Lysa only took 50% of the remaining troops with her to back the Duke up, as she left the rest just in-case Cervantez needed them.
Within 15 minutes, Tor arrived with his men on the neighboring hill as back-up, with Lysa joining with her mages just a couple minutes later.
"You think you're tough and big? Try me on for size—" Tor said, as like a true maniac he cut down two high demons with a single slash, as his entry on-to the battlefield changed the entire momentum for the human side.
For months, Tor had been silently polishing his skills just as Cervantez directed him to, slowly becoming a more polished and thoughtful warrior. However, he lacked the opportunity to showcase his improved skill set.
With the first Demon War being concluded too easily, he never got the chance to show his skills, while even today, the hill where the DarkSky guild was fighting on, did not drop into a dog-fight yet.
This frustratingly prevented Tor from getting in on that action and the wait was almost driving him insane.
Under such circumstances, when Cervantez finally allowed him to fight, albeit on the adjacent hill, Tor felt like he was ready to explode with happiness, as he battled like a true maniac from that moment onwards.
"COME YOU DEMONS, HAHAHA, COME TO PAPA" Tor said, as oddly, the way he talked, the way he looked and the way he fought all seemed exactly like a demon, as if one ignored the color of his skin and his appearance of a human, there was no difference between him and a war loving high demon.
"Die–"
"Die–"
"Die—"
He said, hacking at the guts of his opponent as his warm blood splattered all over him, however, instead of being grossed out, Tor found a sense of comfort in that warm blood, which made him feel energized for some reason.
"I've got your back, Elder Tor–"
"No demon messes with him before going through me first!"
"Die! Stupid demon"
Somehow, Tor was not the only one who fought like a maniac, as the team of berserkers and close range fighters that he had gathered, fought with the same temperament as his own.
They were all peas in a pod, no different from one another and they all fought in the same brute way as demons.
However, while two of the Duke's soldiers could barely fight against one demon, Tor's team took them out one on one.
It was a beautiful dance of death where they either killed or got killed, however, they gave their all to defeat the enemy.