Age of Adepts

Gobble Position, Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

The fire of war has not yet been completely extinguished, and the entire battlefield is in disarray.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, once as beautiful as before, filled with bees and butterflies and blooming wild flowers, had now turned into a scorched earth, and the miserable scenes after the ravages of elemental sorcery could be seen everywhere. On the rolling green grasslands, one can also see a set of broken and fierce corpses.

These corpses were all covered in various types of witch robes, and the ornaments around their bodies were still shining with a dazzling magical glow.

In addition to the dead witches, there were also a number of terrifying witch beasts on the battlefield that were huge in size and hideous in form. Their numbers were more than ten times that of the dead sorcerers, and their battle prowess was extremely terrifying.

Teams of orc warriors moved through the battlefield, searching for survivors from the side they were already on while struggling to slice off the ears of their enemies with their sharp knives. The leather pouches on their waist sides had bulged and were filled with trophies that represented their personal glory.

In addition to these orc warriors, there were also shaman apprentices who were slimmer, covered in animal skin robes and their faces and bodies were covered in indigo paint. They were not interested in trophies such as ears in the slightest, but were instead focused on searching for sorcery trinkets or props that shone with a magical glow.

As an elemental caster, the orc shaman could also dispel those universal sorcery trinkets. Therefore, in the land of orcs, the price of sorcery trinkets was always high and was considered the top sought after item.

As an intelligent race with violence and barbarism flowing in their blood, Orcs' status was measured by their bravery in the entire social system. Therefore, the entire orc kingdom was almost entirely clean of combat professions, with only a scarce number of shamans and shaman doctors possessing some elemental spell casting abilities.

However, as followers of the Beast God, they had lost most of their elemental abilities, but they had established an alternative system of powerful beast soul spirits.

Strong people inside the Beast Kingdom, with the assistance of shamans, were able to obtain the Beast God's blessing by sacrificing fierce beasts or offering loyalty, thus sealing the souls of some powerful beasts within their bodies.

At the moment of battle, they can summon the souls of beasts within their bodies, thus giving themselves strong bodies and powerful battle skills comparable to those of beasts.

Therefore, in the Golgol Position, the most powerful were the Beast Soul Warriors!

The single system of power made piles of goblet bit warriors, but without the necessary alchemists and alchemical system. Therefore, even the top beast soul warriors here were using only primitive weapons made with the simplest and most crude means.

At this moment, on a certain mound of sloping heights on the side of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, there were five tall and strong figures standing side by side in a single line.

They are clear-cut green skinned, wearing dark green leather trousers on the lower half of their bodies, and their half-muscled upper bodies are heavily muscled and gnarled, filled with a cruel and tyrannical wildness. And all of them had lifelike fierce beast heads floating on the back of their chests, and they seemed to have quite the violent momentum of taking off their bodies between their teeth and claws.

"The reinforcements from the witches have arrived..." the one in the center of the five, who was the most violent with the most furious aura, fiercely opened his bronze bell-like huge fierce pupils and pointed with his hand towards the location of Danmo Zhuo City, angrily saying, "Just a moment ago . I perceived five completely different power scents coming from there. It seems that the great sorcerer in the enemy's ranks has entered this plane!"

"Oh?" Another orc with a demonic tiger's whistling pattern painted on his chest sneered heedlessly, "If your lordship's perception is correct, we might as well go and attack their base camp once. Those great sorcerers are still unstable in their foothold, they definitely haven't adjusted to the environment here yet, so we're just in time..."

At that point, he couldn't help but extend his long scarlet tongue and began to lick his lips without stopping.

"I don't feel good!" Another orc stepped forward, "That place has become the home base of the invading witches, and they must have laid a lot of nasty witch formations and traps. We don't know anything about forcing our way over there, in case we get ambushed, I'm afraid that the just-improved situation will be flipped over again."

"Moreover, the few of us haven't fully fused with the beast soul seeds bestowed by the Beast God Lord, and the time we can maintain the Beast God projection is limited. So, it's a good idea to wait a little longer until we can fully utilize the power of the Beast God's projection before we go looking for those witches."

"Wait wait wait... you guys just know to wait wait wait wait... when you're ready and those human sorcerers are ready for everything. How much better will the situation be then than now? You bunch of cowards, are you still worthy of being called Beast Soul Warriors..."

"Shut up, Black Barbarian, I'll challenge you if you're so unreasonable!"

"A challenge is a challenge! Who's afraid of who..."

Hearing the growing fire of several of his companions, the beast with the apparently highest level of strength, Woody, shouted violently.

"All of you, shut up! Should we fight, do we want to fight, let's go and see, won't we? Let's go, we'll take a trip to Dhammadjo City now. If the enemy is ill-prepared, we'll just charge over there . If the enemy is prepared, we'll listen to my order to return to Blackwater City and gather all the beast soul warriors of the position to fight the enemy to the death..."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

This orc obviously had a very high prestige in the hearts of the people, and as soon as he gave the word, the orcs stopped arguing and began to check their weapons and equipment, making final preparations for the fierce battle that might break out later.

"Go..."

With a loud shout, the five beastmen immediately took off on their big feet and raced off in the direction of where Dan Mo Zhuo City was in the distance.

As for the beastmen scattered around the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers who were clearing the battlefield, they could only stare dumbly as they watched a few figures turn into rolling dust dragons and disappear into the distant horizon. The guards and attendants beside the beastmen only then suddenly came to their senses, shouting all the way to follow them.

...........

"You all get ready, those orc warriors are probably coming over soon!"

Within the city of Danmojo, that 6th rank Grand Sorcerer, Wind Knight, was standing on top of the highest building in the city, silently communicating with Grim and the others using the spirit language.

"So fast?" A sorcerer wearing a golden ring with a human rat head said in a sharp voice of surprise, "They didn't just pounce on us after sensing our scent of power, did they?"

"Hehe, Po Family Wizard, you have no idea. These beastmen have no brains at all, and the higher the level, the less brains they have. It's useless to play tricks with them, they'll just do it straight and hard like those Abyss Demons..." the only female witch in the team laughed lightly hehehe, "I guess those guys won't even bring some guards and bodyguards along the way Killing straight over without a cover!"

Grim couldn't help but frown, "The beast soul warriors that this bit is prevalent are already not small in terms of their individual power alone, and if we add the beast god projection, I'm afraid it will be even harder to deal with them. We haven't even completed our bit parsing yet, and our battle power is severely suppressed, fighting them..."

"Don't you worry about that!" That Wind Fierce Sorcerer he said, "I brought a copy of the 'Water of Rotting Roots' with me this time over. If those orcs push us hard, we'll fight back against them for a good fight and try to hurt them..."

"The water of rotten roots? Great..." the rest of the wizards heard the name, and their faces all showed an expression of great joy.

Perhaps Grim was the only one among all of them who had never heard of this name before.

But a similar name to this one he had heard before, Root of Decay!

When the Northern Witches attacked the Beast Goddess, they used hundreds of thousands of Beastmen to sacrifice the root of decay in order to turn it into a powerful and strange evil tree. The evil tree had the terrifying power to corrupt and destroy the consciousness of the throne.

For this reason, it had even attracted the body of Galleon, the 7th ranked god of the Orcish God System!

If it wasn't for the fact that that 7th rank genus god had been lured away by another powerful sorceress, I'm afraid that none of Grim's party would have been able to escape from the attack of that killing god, Garon.

And the water of rotten roots mentioned by Lord Wind Riker today always made Grim think of the roots of decay involuntarily. Perhaps there really was some hidden connection between the two!

Seemingly realizing that Grim had no reaction to the Water of Rotting Roots, the witch named Catherine couldn't help but secretly pass on, "The Water of Rotting Roots is an incomparably powerful sorcery item that is worth a fortune. After each drop is sacrificed in a special way, it can cause the ten-mile radius of bit space to instantly collapse the chain of laws."

Hearing this, Grim couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air and said in horror, "Wouldn't that mean that every drop could instantly snatch control of a ten-mile radius of the bitspace from the bitspace consciousness?"

"That's the way it was!" Catherine Witch smiled coquettishly, "If it wasn't for such great power, how would the Giant Rock Castle be so confident in dispatching us inside the surface! It's just as well that those beasts don't come, but once they swoop over without knowing what to do, we'll just let them take advantage of the situation and suffer a violent loss. When the time comes, little brother, don't forget to look after your sister oh..."

Saying that, and throwing a hundred pounds of fawning at Grim!

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the right person.

The two extremes of the fawning voice and the disgustingly fat body made everyone who saw her go schizophrenic, not knowing whether to believe their own eyes or ears!

Although Grim wasn't a guy who judged people by their appearance, it was ten thousand times harder to bear in the face of such an 'excellent' one. For no apparent reason, Grim's forehead and back were drenched in cold sweat, and he felt a pounding 'bad cold' breath....