Age of Adepts

After losing his weapon, Golfers' combat power plummeted by more than 30%.

Even if it moved its short and thick legs and ran as fast as a rabbit, it still couldn't catch up with Greem's elusive figure. And every witchcraft with flame penetration is so heart-piercing pain on the body, and the damage to it begins to rise in a straight line.

After all, Golfers is a warrior-type fighting master. If he has no means to get close to the caster, he will definitely be killed by the opponent like walking a dog.

If the warhammer is not lost, Golfis also has a barely commendable medium-range attack method. Now that the warhammer is gone, it only has a directional range attack 'Furious Roar' left!

Wanting to use this 'furious roar' to fixate the opponent and then kill him is simply contemptuous of the opponent's intelligence. Therefore, the bewildered Golfers could only chase after the tall flame giant like a clumsy bear, enduring the opponent's endless violent flame attacks.

There is no suspense about the outcome of the battle!

The only thing keeping the ogre chieftain from falling is those two powerful allies who are about to arrive.

As long as Faensen and Kraqi arrived, it would be easy to take down this human wizard with the combined power of three fourth-level powers. At worst, it can scare the opponent away, thus keeping the Anglosh ogre camp that has lasted for thousands of years.

It is precisely because of the existence of this belief that the ogre chief struggled under the attack of the ferocious flame witchcraft, and was reluctant to fall for a long time.

Compared with the conservative and soft-footed Golfers, Greem who was fighting against it was actually suffering.

he is very careful...

On the one hand, he has to fight very carefully to avoid being overturned by the ogre chieftain. On the other hand, he had to control the power of the attack, lest the attack exceed the maximum tolerance range of the ogre chief, and thus fall down before those helpers arrived.

In fact, there is no suspense in this battle. But winning a battle, even if the result of the battle is harvesting a Tier 4 creature, still doesn't help Greem's real purpose of this trip.

Therefore, Greem's actions will only become meaningful if the main purpose is achieved!

Therefore, this Golfers cannot fall yet.

At least, it can't fall until it attracts those two allies!

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This is a huge and clear lake.

The blue water is calm and waveless, in the dark and deep wetland swamp, it is as beautiful and clear as a huge sapphire.

Moat, the swamp wise man, stood quietly on a mud bank at the edge of the lake, and drew a simple magic circle pattern on the ground with his wooden staff. When everything was done, it stood in the center of the magic circle with a wooden staff, holding a wooden bowl half filled with clear water in its hand, and began to chant ancient and mysterious magic spells.

The hoarse and low-pitched curse syllables spread across the clear lake, causing small ripples one after another even though there was no wind. When the magic spell lasted for half a quarter of an hour and gradually became louder, the originally calm lake surface boiled like boiling water.

And when the swamp wise man Moat's summoning spell was in the second half, a thick mist began to evaporate from the lake in front of him. The water mist did not disperse, but continuously gathered together, gradually condensing into a huge water figure with a height of eleven or twelve meters.

When Moat finished reciting the last mantra tiredly, the wooden bowl in his hand exploded, and the clear water turned into a mist and penetrated into the body of the water figure, and the tall water figure also opened its eyes at the same time.

Water Prophet Lawrence, Tier 4.

A full quarter of an hour passed during the summoning ceremony before Lawrence, the Prophet of Water, fully recovered his sanity.

It lowered its head, stared at Moat who was as young as a child in front of him, and asked in a thick and old voice.

"Moat, what interrupted my sleep again this time? I feel that I only slept for three hundred years this time. If you can't come up with a good enough reason, I will take it from you The soul of walking water, completely cut off the spiritual connection with you..."

Integrating the body into a natural water source, and slowly increasing strength through thousands of years of slumber, this is actually a way of growth for Lawrence. But obviously, on the material plane, such a growth method is easily disturbed by external factors.

Therefore, although it and Moat are good friends who have known each other for thousands of years, they are still not in a good mood when they are suddenly awakened from a deep sleep.

"Old friend, during the period of your sleep, many things happened in the wetland swamp. Now that you have woken up, you might as well use your strength to feel it... The wetland swamp needs you, we need you, and you can no longer Continue to sleep deeply!" Moat shook his head bitterly, with a helpless look on his face.

"Wetland swamp..." Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then he closed his eyes and sensed carefully according to the other party's instructions.

It is indeed a fourth-level prophet of water, even if it is thousands of miles away, as long as there is a source of water, it cannot escape its spiritual induction.

After only closing his eyes for a moment to sense, Lawrence suddenly opened his eyes, and the warm and mirror-like eyes were filled with angry red light.

"Why... why is the life in the wetland swamp so withered? Why are the water elements in the wetland swamp crying? What happened to the wetland swamp during the three hundred years I have been sleeping?"

Moat raised his head, his eyes collided with Lawrence's.

The two spiritual threads, one blue and one green, are only slightly connected, and the two sides have a clear understanding of everything that has happened in the wetland swamp for hundreds of years.

"Demon spores... Blight... Human wizards... War in the Wetlands..." Lawrence's eyes gradually became more serious: "It seems that the source of all disasters is the magic spores. After this incident , It’s time to drive these guys out of the swamp. However, what happened to that human wizard? Why did I sense a more terrifying and dangerous aura from him?”

Mentioning the human wizard, Moat's face also became a little embarrassed.

"He...he is a fire witch!"

The Water Prophet Lawrence's calm state of mind exploded in an instant.

"What? Moat, you are crazy! How can you let a 4th-level fire witch run wild in our wetland swamp? What terrible damage he will cause to our environment... No, I will immediately put him Evicted!"

Water and fire are different furnaces.

Even though he had never met before, Lawrence, the Prophet of Water, did not have any affection for the human fire witch.

Even if Greem has the blessing of Alice's fate, but if he meets this Lorenzo, he still has to bear the negative blessing of favorability - 2. On the contrary, the relationship between Greem and that swamp wise man, Moat, had barely reached a friendly level due to the things he had done before.

Otherwise, after receiving Greem's remote contact, Moat would not immediately mobilize his own high-level forces to rescue him.

Of course, one of the main reasons why Greem was able to recruit Moat was that his actions were in line with the overall interests of the wetlands and swamps. In the case of the same interests, with Greem as a fourth-level helper, the wetland swamp will be more confident in expelling the magic spores!

But it's a pity that the Prophet of Water, Lawrence, whom Moat came here to invite, obviously didn't fit in with that human wizard. Therefore, as an intermediary mediator, Moat also felt a little embarrassed and headache!

"Old friend, please bear with me for a while! That human wizard only came for the primordial water of the Demon Spores, and there is no conflict with our interests. So..."

"Well, seeing that he didn't violate our rules after entering the swamp, I won't bother him for the time being. The source of water? The loss of water in the wetland swamp is so serious, it is very likely that the magic spores pumped all the water Gone, and then extracted the primordial water from it. Hmph, this thing cannot be taken away by human wizards. At that time, we can just use some other treasures to send him away..."

Regarding the suggestion of the Prophet of Water, Moat did not express his opinion, but sighed sadly.

Lawrence had never been in contact with that fire witch, so he naturally didn't understand the other party's power.

If they really wanted to dismiss the human wizard hastily as Lawrence said, I am afraid that the wetland swamp will face another terrible disaster immediately!

However, Moat is also well aware of his partner's stubbornness, and arguing with him at this time obviously won't help. Therefore, it could only sigh and silently began to think about various possible remedies.

"Anyway, that fire witch is fighting the Anglosh ogre chief Golfis. Reasonably, we should rush over to support. So, old man, this time we can only use your water The fog has teleported!"

"No problem. I still have to help with this... Old friend, stand up a little bit!"

At the request of Lawrence, the Prophet of Water, Moat stepped down from the mud bank, stepped on the water surface and came to the opponent's feet like walking on the ground.

"Old friend, relax your spirit, we are about to teleport away..."

Amid Lawrence's high-pitched and clear cheers, two figures of different sizes, one tall and one short, suddenly submerged into the water below them and disappeared without a trace.

At the corner of another lake a hundred miles away, the mist filled the air, and two strange figures suddenly appeared.

"This is the southwest corner of Dark Marsh Lake... old friend, give me two minutes to prepare, and we will be able to carry out the next water mist teleportation. I estimated that it takes about 11 teleportations to arrive at those ogre camps nearby."

"Thanks a lot!"

"It's nothing, it's all for the wetland swamp!"

A moment later, with a burst of water waves, the two strange figures disappeared again...