The Wizarding Age

This is a lively and noisy orc camp.

Even though night had already fallen, there was no sign of peaceful slumber inside the camp.

The over-energetic orc warriors gathered around piles of bonfires, drinking strong wine, beating their chests or weapons, singing vague ancient songs, laughing and cursing loudly, without any trace of the tension of a dangerous battle. feel.

But in the tallest cowhide tent in the center of the camp, more than a dozen strong orcs with strong bodies and aura of cruelty and violence were gathered together, arguing loudly.

At the top of the camp is an extremely muscular werewolf with two simple and long narrow swords stuck behind his back. He is wearing soft cowhide armor with special magical runes painted on it, and a string of weapons hanging from his neck. A white bone necklace made of animal bones and fangs. The knees, shoulders and elbows are covered with hard cowhide, covered with ferocious spikes that are still stained with blood.

Sitting next to him is a shaman whose body is covered with strange feathers, whose nose and lips are pierced with terrifying animal teeth, and whose body exposed outside the leather robe is covered with colorful germanium mud.

The one who can sit upright in the tent is at least a level 3 orc. They are all powerful and sturdy, and their dusty and scratched animal skin armor has an air of cruelty that cannot be concealed.

However, just as they were arguing loudly about how to encircle and suppress the group of evil wizards hiding in the mountains, the orc shaman who had been sitting quietly beside him suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise on his face. Looking into the depths of the mountain.

Although orc shamans are rare in number, they are the most admired and respected among the orc tribes. They can communicate with the superior orc gods through special sacrificial rituals, so they have become the group of people who have the most say in the development and decisions of the tribe besides the orc clan leaders.

"High Priest Sanger, have you discovered anything?" The most powerful werewolf, who was in charge, stretched out his hand to stop the roars of many of his subordinates, and asked with a frown.

Although it did not perceive the specific situation, the chills from the bottom of its heart suddenly made it alert.

It has no divination skills, so it is naturally impossible to see the movements of the group of evil wizards a hundred miles away. But with the advanced power of level 4, it is already qualified to come into contact with the illusory plane consciousness.

It seems...Mother Earth is sending some kind of warning message to it in this way.

An unknown danger is approaching this team beyond its perception!

"It's those intruders..." The ugly features of the Sanger High Priest have been curled up together. He coughed violently, and his pure white eyes reflected an unconcealable look of panic and fear: " They don't know what they did, which seriously angered Mother Earth! Mother Earth issued a warning to me, telling us to escape immediately...immediately, quickly...it's too late!"

"Are those invading wizards trying to sneak attack us?" The werewolf leader said in shock: "With their power, it seems they can't defeat us, right?"

"Yeah, let them come! We orcs are never afraid of them..."

"I'm going to wake up those little brats right now and give them a head-on blow..."

Several orcs who were clearly overwhelmed by violence immediately started shouting, as if they could rush forward and chop down any enemy that came.

The whole tent immediately became noisy and boiling again.

"Shut up! Shut up... Shut up! Listen... what's the sound outside?" The werewolf leader suddenly cocked his ears, his face showing the sound of listening carefully.

All the orcs fell silent and listened.

Sure enough, weird and continuous explosions and roars suddenly came from the distance, and they were getting closer and louder...

For no reason, upon hearing this voice, the orc shaman spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body began to tremble.

"An enemy is attacking!"

Everything...

One by one, the strong orcs broke through the big cowhide tent and slowly rose into the sky.

Although they do not have the ability to fly and are not blessed by divine magic, with their unparalleled brute strength and extremely sturdy bodies, they can also briefly overcome the gravity of the earth to achieve this short-distance floating effect.

More orc warriors emerged from the piles of patched tents, shouting and picking up their weapons and looking towards the sky where explosions were heard in the distance.

There, at the end of the sky, groups of bright red and beautiful haloes of flames were slowly spreading out, as dazzling as super-large fireworks set off during festivals.

But judging from the order in which the fireworks appeared, it seemed that they were heading straight towards their camp.

Greem came riding on the night wind and found this orc team with little effort.

Compared to other wizards, Greem's appearance is indeed too cool and cool. The path of slowly blooming flames behind him perfectly marked his flight path in the sky, and he could see it clearly even from a hundred miles away.

However, as Greem's fifth-level legendary fire wizard, there is really no need to cover up or be careful in this medium-sized Mutas plane.

After a flame leaped over the orc camp, Greem gathered his body and bent down to scan the dozen or so tough orc figures and the large group of orc warriors running and shouting beneath them.

"A group of ants..."

Grimm showed a trace of the fierce and stern look that wizards have. He raised his hand and a meteor shower appeared, which was so large that it could almost cover the entire orc camp.

Although his power was limited to level 4, he had no fear when facing more than a dozen orc warriors of level 3 and 4 with his knowledge, skills and rank suppression that far exceeded his opponent.

The meteor shower of the peak level of level 4 came at the touch of a hand and swept across the entire visual space.

Meteor fireballs, which were soaked in flame energy and had a trace of immortal breath, fell from the sky like raindrops. Wherever they touched, huge dust pillars of more than ten meters high were raised, which turned into red flame rings that slowly spread and wrapped a large number of orc warriors.

Whether it was the shock wave of the fireball explosion or the beautiful flame ring, it was extremely deadly to ordinary orc warriors.

The tough leather armor and leather shields they were once proud of were as thin as a piece of wormwood paper under the terrible golden flames.

Their strong and tall bodies could not resist the burning of the terrifying flames. They cried and wailed, running around in the fire. Until the same flames burst out from their facial features and pores all over their bodies, they fell to the ground like rotten wood and turned into a pile of charred and withered ash.

The cowhide tent was set on fire, the carriage, donkey cart and tent were set on fire, the earth and the sky were set on fire, and the orcs between heaven and earth were also set on fire...

The orc team in front of them, with a number of up to 3,000 and an average level of 1 advanced, was also the strongest in the entire Mutas plane. Even if it was thrown into other large planes, it could turn the world upside down and make a big fuss.

However, in front of a legendary fire wizard like Grimm, they were really like a group of ants. Not to mention fighting back, even looking up at the light around him was dazzling.

Ordinary orcs could not fight back, but it did not mean that these dozen orc warriors had no power to fight back.

Roar...

Ah...

Amid the earth-shaking roars, the dozen orc warriors took out their weapons and rushed towards Grimm from all directions.

But Grimm's eyes passed all the orcs and fell on the cowhide tent.

The smell of divine magic... Is there another orc shaman here?

Grimm chanted the spell without hesitation. After 1.5 seconds of rapid casting, a mushroom cloud of fire cores exploded in the cowhide tent. The life breath of the high priest Sanger, who was secretly contacting the rear, instantly weakened.

One witchcraft can't kill it... Then add another witchcraft!

Grimm was about to continue casting spells, when the dozen orc warriors, led by the werewolf leader, rushed to his side.

"Looking for death!" Grimm shouted softly, and the long-unseen burning field instantly enveloped the area of ​​1,000 meters around him.

The orc warriors who had just rushed into the sky were immediately surrounded by flames, and all the metal products in their hands and on their bodies immediately became hot. The whole person was like being thrown into a furnace of fire. Not to mention fighting, even breathing became so painful and tormenting.

Those level 4 orcs could still gather violent power and barely block the terrible flames from their bodies. But nearly half of the level 3 orcs did not even have the strength to block the invasion of flames, and they burned into a human torch, screaming and falling from the sky.

"Cut him..."

"Kill him quickly..."

The level 4 orcs roared and rushed up, and various weapons with unparalleled power were swung at Grimm's body from all angles.

Especially the werewolf leader turned into a gray lightning, instantly piercing through Grimm's body and emerging in the sky behind him.

Six or seven crisscrossing gray blade forces immediately emerged on Grimm's body, and the whole person began to disintegrate.

"Long live! Howell, you are the strongest!"

"Great!"

Several orc warriors who saw this scene cheered immediately.

Only the werewolf leader who had "killed" the evil fire witch did not have the slightest joy in his eyes. He turned his head and shouted: "Disperse... That's not his real body..."

However, the reminder was too late.

The next second, Grimm's flame clone suddenly exploded, turning into a larger wave of flames that engulfed all the orcs around.

In the vast sea of ​​fire on the ground, Grimm's real body slowly emerged, holding the orc shaman whose body had been charred for most of the time.