Age of Adepts

In fact, with the environment of the Wet Swamp, it wasn't suitable as a battlefield for flame creatures.

However, with the existence of Grim, the Fire Dana, any unfavorable environment could be turned around by him with terrifying strength.

Seeing that the battle had broken out, Grim raised his hands high, and a large meteor firestorm was completed with only seven or eight flexes of his fingers. A fire meteor wrapped in reddish lava penetrated the thick mist and appeared in sight of everyone, trailing a long black smoke tail as it fell from the vault of the sky.

And their landing point naturally overturned nearly half of the ogre's position, forcing the low-level ogres to raise their wooden shields to protect their heads. However, the swiftly falling fire meteors smashed a deep crater in the ground, and the violent flame shockwave toppled many ogres to the ground, while the scattered magma firestorm even burned them to the ground and made them howl.

The entire ogre front seemed to have instantly turned into a terrifying lava inferno!

The Angrosh Ogre had a strong constitution and terrifying strength, and with thousands of them, it was an extremely fearsome team to gather. But such a team was still not enough in the eyes of a 4th rank Legendary Fire Witch.

If it wasn't for the scruples of that 4th rank Ogre Chief in the opposing team, Grim would have been able to annihilate them all on his own.

How terrifying was a legendary fire witch with full firepower?

Above the battlefield, the 4th rank Legendary Fire Sorcerer was simply a demon king level existence, and with one move, a small flame sorcery could inflict terrifying damage on the enemy.

With a multitude of flame cannon fodder at the front and Grim's wanton killing, the pressure the twelve swamp giants endured was almost negligible. They were more likely to gather around Grim and clean up the leaks that were trying to come running to destroy the Flame Gate.

On the front lines, these flame creatures summoned from the Fire Elemental Plane had merged into a torrent and were fighting the ogre warriors to the death.

Ordinary flame creatures that were too small in size were simply cannon fodder, and they were affected by the humid environment here, and their battle strength was especially reduced. As soon as these small creatures approached the battlefield, they were smashed by the stone hammers and sticks in the hands of the ogre warriors into the sky with fire debris.

Although the fire debris that escaped when their flaming bodies crumbled also caused some burns to the ogre warriors, but with the ogres' usual thick skin, such injuries only drove them even crazier, but did not harm their battle strength in the slightest.

Only those middle-ranked flame creatures, relying on their nearly materialized flame bodies and their indefensible flame abilities, were able to inflict terrifying damage on the ogre warriors. Moreover, the ones who came here through the Flame Gate were not the flame creatures themselves, but only a projection of their power.

Therefore, the more fierce and fearless they were, the more fierce and fearless they became.

Once the power of the projected flames was about to run out, they would not hesitate to blow themselves up on the spot, causing even more damage and trouble to the enemy.

This was why the entire front of the battlefield would ring out from time to time with a terrifying self-destruct that tore at people's eardrums. Wherever a shockwave of flame swept across, human-shaped dead bones that had been blown into a pile of charcoal and human-shaped torches that had been set on fire could be seen everywhere.

Tragic... the war was unusually tragic!

But this was the ogres' home turf, after all, and the pond and swamp nearly half a mile in front of the camp had become the flame creatures' most hated battleground. Most of their strength had to fight against the moist moisture here, and the remaining little half could be unleashed on these damned big guys to their heart's content.

The thing that brought the most damage to the ogres was still the flame sorcery that Grim had inspired.

Whether it was a rain of meteor fire, an apocalyptic volcano, or a world of molten fire, the power was terrifying, the range was amazing, and the killing power was unprecedented!

Even these Anglosh ogres, who were known for their thick skin and tough life force, encountered Grim and could only grimly accept their 'weak' status.

Watching a strong ogre warrior or brute soldier fall in the flames, watching an all-too-familiar figure burn to a crisp in the terrifying flames, the ogre chieftain Gorefeather, who was hiding in the ranks, roared repeatedly in anger, but to no avail.

With the hordes of flaming creatures blocking the front, and the dozen or so swamp giants guarding them left and right, there were only a handful of ogre warriors who were able to rush close to the Gate of Flames. The ogres that were blocked on the battlefield, however, had to endure wave after wave of flames that invaded them, and the painful howls before they died were simply gut-wrenching.

"Gore Faith, that human sorcerer is a helper hired by Moat, said to be a 4th rank legendary fire witch, not to be underestimated. You try to delay him as long as you can, Krach and I will arrive soon. When that time comes, we'll work together to capture him, and it's up to you to kill him or cut him up!"

"Hurry up...you guys move faster...this damned bastard is slaughtering my people with impunity. Here, it's my people who are falling down every moment, and you guys are still talking sarcasm from a thousand miles away... No, I have to stop him!"

"No... Gore Faith, you can't step into battle! In my opinion, that human wizard is just trying to tease you out and kill you alone. You'll be dead once you get out!"

"I don't believe it! He's only a 4th rank, and I'm also a 4th rank, I have nothing to fear. You guys try to hurry over! Perhaps by the time you arrive, I will have pulled off his head and drunk his blood..."

As the noise in Goerfest's mind became a mess, in the distance Grim summoned another immensely large meteorite that fell from the vault with a wild whirr.

The previous meteor firestorm, whose individual size was only a meter in diameter, could inflict terrifying damage on the ogres within its range. But now this huge meteorite was twenty meters in diameter, and as it fell through the sky, the blazing flames formed by the friction with the air burned a scorch mark behind it.

Wherever it passed, even the Bit Void was somewhat trembling and uneasy.

Damn damn damn damn... the terrifying damage that could be caused by such a terrifying meteorite falling into the Ogre's ranks was unimaginable.

Thus, the insufferable Gore Faith roared and lined up the crowd to rush out of the group.

As soon as he stepped onto the battlefield, he roared, and the stone hammer in his right hand danced like the wind, swinging it round and throwing it with enough strength.

Two fireballs, one large and one small, rapidly approached in the air....

With a loud, earth-shattering thud, the falling meteorite was smashed apart by the stone hammer, tumbling into a fiery meteor flying in all directions. And the tumbling and falling stone hammer actually disappeared in an instant under the virtual grip of Gore Firth's spacing.

When it reappeared, it was already in Gore Fes's right hand.

And in the process, Grim unexpectedly felt a hint of law fluctuation.

Huh, there was something odd about the bit of law this Ogre Chieftain had mastered, being able to regain the thrown weapon!

When you think about it, such a law power was a chickenshit for wizards with a lot of long-range sorcery. However, it was a good law power for those meaty war clerics who lacked long-range means.

At least with this means, even the silly ogre chieftain could make a temporary cameo appearance as a heavy artilleryman!

With a hammer that shattered the meteorite, Gore Faith stood in the middle of the battlefield with a double hammer in his hand and pestle, his triangular green bean eyes staring viciously at Grim with an intense glow of hatred shining within.

Those eyeless low-level flame creatures had just approached its side, and before they could make a move, they were stomped down by a heavy foot from Gore Firth. The entire battlefield instantly began to tremble violently as if it had experienced an earthquake.

Powerful power ripples quickly spread to the surroundings through the undulations of the ground, and all the flame creatures that were caught in the power ripples instantly turned into ash, not even leaving a chance to self-destruct.

Power >42 points....

It only took half a second for the chip to quickly determine the Ogre Chief's base strength.

One had to know that at this moment in time, Grim's base strength was only 27 points. This was still a tier that was only reached after depleting a large amount of resources with the constant supply of Fire Dragon Feast. And the other party was worthy of being a strength-based melee professional, but their base strength was more than 15 points higher than Grim's.

This meant that if Grim confronted it head on, each strike would have to endure a terrifying force crushing effect!

But even so, Grim wouldn't back down without a fight.

After all, this was a rare opportunity he had fought for to single-handedly kill a 4th stage indigenous creature.

If he missed this opportunity, it would be ten or a hundred times more difficult for him, an outsider, to kill any 4th rank in the Spirit Realm than this time.

With a wave of Grim's hand, the flame creatures remaining on the battlefield retreated to the sides, and the dozen or so swamp giants returned near the Gate of Flames.

This also left the central battlefield to the two distantly facing 4th Order powerhouses!

Gore Firth, the 4th Order Angrosh Ogre Chieftain.

From afar, it was a large, bloated, fat man.

It was over seven meters tall, not the tallest among the ogres, but it must have been the fattest one.

It seemed to stand there quietly like a mountain of flesh, its fat body stacked on top of each other in layers and layers, as if it was covered in a layer of fleshy armor. The two short and thick giant legs were both half a meter in diameter, and every time it stepped on the ground, it would leave a deep hole of varying sizes in place.

Due to its overly large size, it only had an animal skin wrapped around its waist, barely covering those bits and pieces on its hips.

It had a necklace of skulls hanging from its neckline, a head of sharpened beast bone stuck in its huge snout, a large, open mouth of blood, two huge eyes as if they were copper bells, and bushy ears that almost reached above its shoulders.

The only weapons it had on it were the two huge stone hammers.

On top of the stone hammer, Grim could also vaguely sense some odd power fluctuations that didn't seem to be ordinary mortal objects!