The Last Blood Mage

War For Freedom III

The giants, seemingly impervious to conventional weapons, continued their rampage across the battlefield, their sheer size and strength making them nearly unstoppable. Each swing of their massive clubs sent soldiers flying, their armor offering little protection against the brute force of the blows.

The Emberlyn mages, realizing that their standard spells were only enraging the giants further, began to coordinate their efforts for a more strategic assault. "Focus on their joints, slow them down!" one mage yelled over the din of battle, as he conjured a bolt of ice, aiming for a giant's knee.

The spell hit its mark, causing a layer of ice to form over the giant's joint. The creature roared in rage and pain, its movement momentarily hindered. Encouraged by this small success, other mages followed suit, launching a barrage of elemental attacks at the giants' vulnerable points.

"Keep it up! We can't kill them, but we can cripple them!" another mage shouted, hands glowing with arcane energ