Age of Adepts

Since the Wind Stern Sorcerer who headed the battle had no intention of using the Water of Rotting Roots, today's battle was bound to be inferior to the Great Sorcerer's side.

After half a day of fighting, even that Tongchai, who had transformed into a giant octopus, couldn't endure the suppressive force within the bit plane and drilled outside the bit plane barrier with his opponent one after the other. The other two pairs also followed suit and shifted their battlefield to the out-of-boundary void.

Grim hesitated and didn't run outside the boundary like they did.

For one thing, the divine tamer in front of him was difficult, but not to the extent that he was forced to transform; for another, the most important one in the mission, the core sorcerer, was still in the camp behind him. If everyone left and another strong orc came running, I'm afraid this mission would be ruined.

Therefore, without staying away, Grim took that divine Beast Tamer and the two summoned beasts that spanned the 5th level around Danmojo City. On the surface, it looked like the fight was cracking and hot, but in reality, it was a surprise, with neither side suffering too much damage.

As they fought, they secretly detected the strength of the other side, and from the information returned by the chip, it could be seen that the divine Beast Tamer's own strength seemed to be in some kind of slow decline.

The other party was different from Grim after all.

Grim was a true 5th rank Grand Sorcerer, and only appeared to be in such a poor state because his power was suppressed by the power of the bit. The Divine Beast Tamer, however, was ultimately nothing more than a 4-step peak level orcish powerhouse who had only leapt to the 5th step by relying on the portion of power projected from the séance.

Driving 5th rank power with a 4th rank body, despite having the blessing of divine power, the wear and tear on the body was also extremely terrifying. The entire battle had been fought for a day and a night, and even that divine Beast Tamer was somewhat unable to withstand it.

Of course, it wasn't that the Beast God behind him wasn't strong enough, but that the Beast Tamer's body as a carrier couldn't stand it anymore.

Just when he was exhausted, ripples were forming on the barrier, a spatial crack was being opened, and the beastmen and sorcerers who had gone outside the realm for a battle were coming back. Only compared to before, their forms were all too messy, and bloodstains and wounds could be seen everywhere on their bodies.

With their strength, they were not yet able to obliterate these wounds, which was enough to show that the injuries were extremely heavy or that there was a different kind of energy attached to the wounds. It was only under such circumstances that such obvious marks could appear on their bodies.

Both sides had clearly run out of fuel by this point in the fight, their own energy falling to some dangerous level. They did not want to die together, so they could only stop, preparing to fight again at a later time.

The five beastmen came menacingly, but apparently did not have much to gain, so they could only leave again with a grudge. The few great sorcerers looked at each other, and stopped talking, choosing to retreat back to Dhammadjo City to recuperate.

The 6th stage sorcerer, Feng Li, seemed to have fought a bit too hard, and his body was damaged by 1/3 of the black smoke, but the beast man who was in opposition to him wasn't doing too well either, as his body was densely wounded with a terrible black qi, which couldn't be healed by his own strength.

The worst damaged of the several 5th rank great sorcerers was the one who was transformed into a giant octopus, with the thick octopus tentacles on his body being seen by his enemies. The tentacle wrist wounds were constantly spewing out ink-like black mist, and the entire form looked miserable.

Seeing the 'victorious return' of several great sorcerers, the sorcerers of Danmojo City hurriedly poured out and welcomed them into the city, arranging clean rooms to settle them down one by one.

In order to heal their wounds, a large number of healers were summoned, each using their own means to desperately dispel the alien energy clinging to their wounds. Since the beastmen's attacks were mixed with terrifying beast gods and goddesses, it was extremely difficult to disperse them, and the great sorcerers didn't miss a beat for it.

But the good news was that the orcs didn't have to be as strong as the witches.

After this battle, there would be no need to worry about the existence of transcendent powers within the bit plane for at least ten days and half a month!

Seemingly with the assurance of the Wind Knight Grand Sorcerer, Dhammaduke City, which had been silent for many days, immediately became active again.

A large number of sorcerer troops crossed the teleportation array and teleported from various sub-dimensions, and then under the command of Merola's commander-in-chief, they rushed out of Dhammaduke City and started to attack the Orc cities in the Golgol Race.

For a time, the interior of the Golgolian Plane was once again filled with wolves, and every place was plunged into a bitter and bloody battle!

As for the strategy and tactics of the wizards attacking the Goblet Plane, Grim and the others didn't care in the slightest.

These things were basically planned and carried out by Merola and a few other leaders of the witch forces, while the Grand Sorcerers were only responsible for sitting back and ensuring that the attacking forces were not hit by the super-order forces on the orc side.

Therefore, while a few of his companions were recuperating in the city, Grim was quite leisurely and leisurely going to explore a few of the more famous 'Ancient Ruins' and the 'Realm of the Dead' within the Goblin Plane.

Of course, for a Level 5 Grand Sorcerer like Grim, it was simply impossible to find a desperate situation within the Plane that could trap him to death. Therefore, the more dangerous places the bit was rumored to be, the more interested Grim became.

............

Goblet Bit, Sacred Dragon Valley.

It was a sunny, warm afternoon.

The normally quiet and peaceful Sacred Dragon Valley suddenly became lively and noisy.

A huge procession of bipedal flying dragons came from the east and crossed the Pemex Mountains from ten thousand miles away, before dropping down at the entrance of the Holy Dragon Valley where there were few people.

The procession consisted of a hundred bipedal flying dragons, with two witches hunched behind each dragon. Roughly, there were no less than two hundred witches in this team, which could be called a very powerful force.

The leader of the team gently strangled the unusually sturdy bipedal Flying Dragon King beneath him, holding a simple and crude map drawn on a piece of papyrus in his hand, and when he compared the mountain directions and the marked target locations on it with the scene in front of him, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

He hurriedly bowed back and said with a smile, "My lord, here we are, this is the legendary Sacred Dragon Valley!"

The leader of the group was a 4th stage body tempering sorcerer wearing a witch robe and carrying a pair of strange copper hammers on his back. After years of hardening his flesh, he naturally had a fierce and hostile aura, but no matter how strong and tyrannical he was, he had to be careful in front of this terrifying lord behind him, not even daring to breathe.

After all, he had seen this lord's terrifying battle prowess with his own eyes!

"Oh, here already?" Grim, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened his eyes and swept a glance beneath him. His face relaxed slightly when he saw the low-lying valley not far away that was hidden in the sea of thick forest, "Since we're here, let's go down and settle down! In a minute we'll go into the valley..."

"Yes!"

The leader of the group bowed in response before turning his body around and shouting violently, "Go down and prepare to set up camp!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

A dense response immediately rang out around them.

Following that, the bipedal flying dragons have necked and neighing, flapping their huge flesh wings covered with scales, forcing open the horizontal branches of tall ancient trees, and finding a slightly open place in the forest floor have fallen down.

The wild bipedal flying dragons belonged to the first rank of magical beasts when they reached adulthood, although their individual combat power was at the bottom, but by virtue of their terrifying bite force, poison in their teeth, powerful flying ability and living in groups, they were classified as a more difficult group of magical beasts.

These bipedal flying dragons had all undergone the bloodline modulation of high-ranking sorcerers, and their basic battle strength had already jumped from 1st to 2nd rank. The bipedal flying dragon king's skull even had a crown of bones on top of it, and his strength was as high as 3rd rank intermediate.

With this kind of strength, I'm afraid it would be a regional king-level power when placed in any region!

However, in this team, it was only a flying mount forcibly enslaved by the sorcerers, and its status was not much higher than those witless and ignorant witch beasts.

Especially now, with that terrifying human sorcerer hunched over its back, it was even more terrified, not daring to think or act in an inferior manner.

Knock knock knock....

As one bipedal flying dragon landed one after another, the fallen leaves and dead branches swept up by the strong wind drummed up by the dragon's wings began to fly among the forest floor, which also made the entire mountain forest become crowded and chaotic.

One by one, the smart and tough witches jumped off the dragon's back and began to form a small group of witches to scatter around to investigate the situation. The witches who remained in the forest summoned their witch beasts and puppets and began to level the ground and knock down the old trees that were in the way, preparing for their camping for the next few days.

When the Bipedal Flying Dragon King, driven by the leader of the shamans, crashed through the branches in the way and landed smoothly in the forest clearing, the place already had the initial appearance of a camp.

Leveling the land, setting up tents, searching for water sources, preparing food... everything was so orderly and well organized.

Without even needing an order from the lead sorcerer, several teams of sorcerers traversed the dense forest and began to grope their way deeper into the Sacred Dragon Valley, making preliminary preparations for their next exploration.

The bipedal flying dragon king meekly lay down his body and built a small ladder with his dragon wings and skull, allowing Grim to easily step onto the ground.

"My lord, you are now in camp for a short nap and some food. I'm sure those exploration squads will bring us back some useful information soon!" The head sorcerer was attentively accompanying Grim around, carefully giving advice.

Although this was just a personal action of the lord in front of him, if he was able to make good relations with him, the reward that followed would definitely not be less.

At the thought of this, the head wizard couldn't help but smile!