The Wizarding Age

The war is still going on!

Unlike the small-scale fighting between three or five hundred people, the war scenes involving tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people are particularly cruel and bloody.

No matter how strong your individual strength is, as long as you are not indestructible, you must be cautious and low-key in such a fierce and chaotic battlefield, and you must not be too ostentatious.

Otherwise...

Grimm had seen with his own eyes that a dead knight who was wrapped in cold death and riding on a tall skeleton warhorse, relying on his powerful level 3 strength, was invincible on the battlefield and crushed the entire field.

Countless orc skull crushers trembled in front of its tall and mighty skeleton warhorse, and countless orc warriors were chopped in two by its two-meter-long snow-white light. Wherever it went, the aura of fear followed it like a shadow, causing all orcs to flee in panic.

For a time, its fierceness was so powerful that no one dared to take it lightly.

But soon, it was targeted by several equally powerful opponents in the orc army.

Wuuwuwu...

Amid the howling wind, several millstone-sized boulders rolled towards it with a piercing sonic boom.

The level 3 Death Knight bravely swung his sword and smashed three of them, but was hit by the last one. With the sound of his armor twisting and his bones bursting, he flew out and fell into the crowded corpse tide.

As for the skeleton horse under his crotch, it was smashed into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

The Death Knight struggled to get up from the ground. Although all his bones were broken, the soul fire hidden deep in his skull was still intact. Just as he tried to absorb the surrounding death energy and try to repair his broken body, the ground around him suddenly began to tremble violently.

The Level 3 Death Knight raised his head with difficulty. The scarlet soul fire in the depths of his dark eye sockets suddenly shrank into a pair of cross-shaped sharp red rays. He stared with horror at the mammoth war elephant that had knocked away the corpses and rushed towards him with earth-shaking steps.

The opponent's body was as huge as a hill, the opponent's long nose was as flexible as a giant python, and the opponent's long tusks were as sharp as a siege cone... And what was even more terrifying was that the opponent's huge feet, as thick as stone pillars and as big as carriages, were stepping towards him with an unstoppable momentum...

The mammoth war elephant ran wildly over the Death Knight, crushing its entire body and the head wrapped in soul fire into bone fragments on the ground.

The shrill wail of the soul of a Level 3 Death Knight before its demise sounded in the void...

The orc shaman perched high on the back of the war elephant waved a thick goat-horn staff, yelling in a strange language that no one could understand, and from time to time, a dazzling red light condensed from the palm of his hand shot into the body of the mammoth war elephant below him.

A dozen orc spear throwers gathered around the orc shaman, shouting loudly while struggling to throw their short spears into the crowded and motionless black corpse tide under the feet of the war elephant. The war elephant, whose eyes were bloodshot by the "Rage Spell", raised its long nose and let out a long cry that shocked the whole audience, and lowered its head and rumbled towards the portal.

In front of the mammoth war elephant, which was as tall as eight meters, most of the undead became dwarves gathered around the giant. With their size and strength, they were simply unable to stop the crazy advance of the mammoth war elephant.

However, this extremely arrogant mammoth war elephant only survived 43 seconds longer than the level 3 Death Knight.

Under the command of the lich hiding in the corpse tide, the high-level undead fired a volley of spells and used dense artillery fire to beat the mammoth war elephant and the dozen orcs on its back into a sieve.

With a shrill wail, the huge mammoth war elephant knelt on the ground with blood all over its body and collapsed!

A huge gray smoke and dust splashed at the scene.

Blood was splattering, and the broken limbs and the chopped heads were flying in the air...

At the forefront of the winding battlefield that stretched for miles, countless orcs fought and fought with the tide of undead.

They were willing to sacrifice their lives and risk their lives.

But their lives seemed extremely humble and cheap at this moment!

Countless orc warriors fought bloody battles, chopping down or knocking down countless ugly zombies with their giant axes or war hammers. However, the purple-black sticky rotten blood contained terrible plague virus bacteria. Puffs of yellow-green smoke exploded everywhere on the battlefield, and the orc warriors caught in it coughed wildly.

The large area of ​​festering abscesses made them bleed all over their bodies when they moved, and their swollen muscles were rapidly eroding. Their mighty and strong bodies began to collapse and decay rapidly.

Corrupted blood zombies, poisonous zombies, plague zombies...

The withered and shrunken undead spirits, like walking mummies, exploded into smoke balls one by one under the slaughter of the orc army, and soon most of the battlefield was overturned under the terrible poisonous cloud.

Under the control of high-level undead spirits, these poisonous clouds even began to gather into a plague frenzy, rushing towards the most densely populated areas of the orc army.

The orc warriors may not be afraid of the powerful and tall enemies, but they never dare to face this tiny and deadly toxin bacteria that cannot be killed or smashed. Their previously solid and dense team began to loosen and disintegrate.

Puff puff puff...

A series of large fireballs shot out from the rear of the orc army, creating a continuous sea of ​​fire in the plague frenzy.

The screams of countless noisy and subtle poisonous insects gathered into a huge sound wave, swirling and stirring above the battlefield.

For a time, countless poisonous insects and fungi were burned to death by the high-temperature flames!

Although such an action could not stop the advancement of the plague frenzy, it also greatly reduced the damage that the other side could cause. This also gave the conservative and soft orc army a sigh of relief and did not collapse immediately.

It's the orc shamans who are with the army!

The witches behind the corpse tide cast their cold eyes on the orc shamans who are wrapped in animal skins, with feathers on their heads and faces and bodies painted with fancy magic patterns.

Compared with ordinary orcs, these orc shamans look a little thin.

But looking at the thick sheep-horn staffs in their hands, it is not a problem to swing them up and smash the enemy's head.

In terms of strength alone, even the worst warrior in the orc army has a physique that is not inferior to that of a high-level physical training apprentice. Even most of the qualified orc warriors in the army have reached the level of physical training quasi-wizards.

According to the normal strength comparison, a formal wizard in the wizard world can easily slaughter about ten orc warriors. If the number of orcs is more, it is difficult for a level 1 wizard to avoid some damage.

If both sides fight to the death with no restrictions, a level 1 wizard may be able to kill 20-30 orc warriors, but he will also die under the opponent's simple and crude stone hammer or battle axe.

There is no way, the wizard's body is still too weak!

As long as the layers of shields and witchcraft protection are broken, the wizard's body is not necessarily stronger than ordinary humans. A knife cut on the neck or a big hole in the stomach will kill even those noble wizards.

And these orc shamans are equivalent to a weakened version of formal wizards.

The magic power they possess is too simple. In addition to sporadic violent spells, bloodthirsty spells, and big fireballs, there are almost no powerful spells. The only strange thing about them is that they can use the power of four elements at the same time, and their ability to release enhancement spells, treatment or damage is actually completed by using strange totem poles.

They inserted wooden totem poles that were more than one meter high and as thick as goose eggs into the ground in front of them, and they could quickly summon the corresponding magic elements in their hands. Although the spells they released were not powerful, they were unprecedentedly fast.

Grimm squinted and watched silently from behind.

Through the chip perception, he could vaguely feel that the strange magic patterns painted all over the orc shaman's body and the strange patterns engraved on the totem poles seemed to be responding to each other in the frequency of elemental vibration.

The vibration and change frequency of the magic halo of both sides were almost exactly the same!

What is this? Magic resonance or elemental harmonic frequency? How did they make a cold dead object become like a living body, able to perceive and absorb free magic elements in space?

A miniaturized and weakened version of the element altar?

A series of questions rose from Grimm's mind.

No wonder all those wizards like to conquer other worlds. Sure enough, any other plane has a lot of mysterious knowledge and mysteries waiting for them to explore and study!

At this moment, he really wanted to capture an orc shaman immediately and cut open his head for a careful study.

However, seeing the orc sword masters who were surrounded by the orc shamans from afar, who were strong and sturdy, and moved quickly and skillfully, Grim could only suppress this idea silently.

If the skull crushers belong to the ordinary level of orc warriors, then these orc sword masters belong to the elite orc warriors of the level of body refining wizards.

They are not tall, and their bodies are not as sturdy as ordinary orc warriors, but they are extremely agile and swift when walking, lying down, standing, and walking. The weapons they use are not thick and heavy war hammers or giant axes, but flat, narrow and fierce swords or terrible long swords.

This also means that their attacks are mainly fast and sensitive, taking into account the explosive power of the body!

If he rushed over like this and was beaten up by a group of orc sword masters swinging big knives, his fate would probably not be much better than being stuffed into a drum knife array for half a day.

The orc sword masters have extreme physical explosive power and attack speed, plus the four elemental powers that the orc shaman can summon at any time. Although there are no high-level beings in their team, Grimm, a powerful fire wizard at the top of level 2, still dare not try it easily.

In such a battlefield where ferocious beasts are rampant and strong people gather, being cautious and low-key is the only way to save your life!

Not all orcs are the kind of muscles that can only use brute force. Under Grimm's peeping, the group of orcs far behind the orc army is very likely to be the real strong in the opponent's team.

Grimm just wondered why they had endured for so long and still did not launch a surprise attack on the portal. Couldn't they see that the orc army was already shaky under the impact of the witch army?