Age of Adepts

"Seren, immediately withdraw back to Danmojo City with all of you, and don't look back no matter what changes occur on my side midway. Remember, the first thing you should do when you return is to ask for help from Lord Wind Riker, so that he can catch me if necessary..."

Grim's vast mental energy frantically poured into the talismanic formation as he fought against that mysterious will, and in a deep voice, he burned the words directly into the head sorcerer's mind.

"Let's go, I can only buy you 6 minutes at most...remember to run fast!"

With Grim's violent drink, the wizards who were still scattered in the Dragon's Tomb frantically digging for dragon bones gathered one by one in disbelief. Led by Seren, they swiftly rushed out of the Dragon's Tomb, summoning the bipedal flying dragons that were resting in the forest, before rising one by one with great difficulty to the sky, spreading their wings and fleeing in the direction they had come from.

Although they were ignorant of the changes that had just occurred, the orders of the Great Wizard must be obeyed. Therefore, without hesitation, all the bipedal flying dragons were driven by the wizard to exert all their strength to flee desperately in the distance.

After running out for less than 30 miles, a loud sound like the sky and the earth cracked behind them.

The high rock wall that stood deep in the forest sea collapsed abruptly, and the rolling green forest sea also shook like a waking dragon, a thick dust pillar rose to the sky, and pieces of ancient trees were swallowed by the earth.

The entire scene was as terrifying as an apocalyptic natural disaster!

But that wasn't all.

The violent shockwave of power pushed mud waves, dust pillars, and broken wood chips in all directions, all of which muddled together like a huge wave and instantly caught up with the wizards, engulfing them in the violent wave.

All the witches put up their shields, covering themselves along with the bipedal flying dragon beneath them. While carrying hard the sound of splintering debris hitting them, they tumbled forward without distinguishing between east, west, north and south.

After flying out for a hundred miles square, the wave of air only gradually dissipated, and only then did a wizard riding on a bipedal flying dragon soar out of the sky on wings from the smoke and dust with a grey face.

"What is it that is so terrifying? My lord, do you see us?" The team's second-in-command drove the flying dragon slowly closer to Captain Seren and asked hesitantly.

They were out with that Great Wizard of Grim, and if anything went wrong with the Great Wizard, their group would be severely punished even if they escaped back to the camp. Therefore, it was impossible for him not to care about this matter.

"You don't need to say anything more, we'll immediately head back to Danmojo City! This is an order from Lord Grim himself... Besides, with such might, it means that the enemy we encountered just now must be some powerful superlative existence as well. Our presence or absence is simply irrelevant to the bigger picture, and it's impossible for us to help Lord Grim in the slightest. Ahem..."

As a 4th rank elite sorcerer, Seren was also a pivotal and top-tier powerhouse within his own realm. But on top of this treacherous bit of battlefield, a random enemy popped up with such terrifying power, which also reduced him to an insignificant and dispensable marginal figure.

To be honest, this feeling was really unpleasant!

But no matter how unhappy you are, saving your life is the first priority. Only by staying alive would it be possible to fulfill that Lord Grim's commission.

Therefore, under Seren's shout and command, the bipedal flying dragon troops didn't stop at all and rushed like lightning all the way to Danmojo City, which was tens of thousands of miles away.

And at the moment when they were desperately fleeing back, Grim was also running for his life.

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

The continuous sea of forest was flying back underfoot.

And that terrifyingly terrifying figure was still chasing after him.

Grim had taken out all his means to escape, but still couldn't shake off that nasty evil dragon that was like a hock.

Turning into a mass of gathering and dispersing invisible flames in the sky, he dragged a burning fire path almost a hundred miles long behind him. Every moment when that evil dragon was about to catch up, Grim Woodlands launched a flame leap to put a thousand meters of distance between him and his opponent, and then dived headfirst into a fast-opening flame portal.

Even with Grim's mighty power, this kind of flame portal could only allow him to escape up to two or three hundred miles away at most. And this distance of two to three hundred miles would only take half a quarter of an hour for that evil little female dragon Sinclar, who was gnashing her teeth and vowing to chase him to his death, to catch up.

Therefore, at this moment, Grim had already transformed into a huge flame, using flame leaping, flame teleporting and flame flying to the extreme, desperately trying to evade that terrifying evil dragon's pursuit.

It had to be said that these evil dragons did think differently than normal creatures!

Or to put it this way, all evil creatures thought very differently from the normal beings.

As a rank 6 evil dragon, Syncla ventured into the inner bit plane and had to endure a terrifying and oppressive bit plane reaction. If this place was an ambush trap arranged for her by a certain enemy, then this 6th stage little female dragon would have either died or been injured, and would not have long to live.

However, it was as if Sincla had never worried about that, but with the pull of that mysterious light formation, he had traversed countless bit worlds, spanning billions of miles, and rushed into the Dragon's Tomb in the Goblet Plane.

Such recklessness, such a hundred and one taboos, caught Grim off guard as well.

Originally, he thought that this little female dragon belonging to the Evil Dragon camp would also choose a power projection type of method to explore this side, but he did not expect that the other party that rushed into the interior of the bit plane was its terrifying and powerful body.

As soon as the 6-step Evil Dragon's body squeezed into the inner part of the plane, it instantly burst the Mysterious Light Formation, and incidentally, it also crashed the Dragon's Tomb into countless spatial fragments, scattering them all over the ground.

The mighty and incomparable Evil Dragon's great power and the overwhelming force of the bit plane stirred with each other, and this was what triggered the terrifying waves of Qi that Seren and the others had seen with their own eyes.

Entering this place for the first time, even with Syncla's strength, it would be impossible for it to exert its original 6th rank power. However, it still crushed Grim and Poison Spirit Remy with its great strength.

Poison Spirit Remy, at Grim's signal, had originally wanted to go up to get some advantage at the moment when the other party was bound by the power of the bit plane and could hardly move, but was slapped into a pie by the other party.

If Remy hadn't been a 5th rank artifact Filth and Darkness Book Artifact, he would have gone up in smoke and died at this moment!

Once he realized that something was wrong, Grim didn't say a word and turned around and rushed out of the Sacred Dragon Valley, fleeing desperately into the distance.

Fleeing directly back to Danmo Zhuo City was a must.

With the terrifying might of this evil little female dragon, it would definitely dare to chase into Danmo Zhuo City and turn it into a ruined ruin. Although there was a 6th ranked great sorcerer like Feng Li and a few other 5th rank companions in the city, but even if they gathered all their strength, it would be difficult for them to compete with this little mother dragon that was fighting in its own right.

If Danmojo City was destroyed, this mission would be considered a failure!

Therefore, Grim decided on the direction of escape in an instant of electric light.

Boom, boom, boom....

With a loud burst of flames, a straight and clear path of burning fire stretched across the skies of the Cauldron Position, pointing distantly towards the largest city in the Orc Kingdom, Winter Castle.

Winter Castle was not only the largest orc city in the orc kingdom, it was also the location of the main temple guarded by the beast god A** Berserk Force!

This is the capital of all Orcs, and the holy city in the hearts of all Beast God followers!

It can be easily said that if an Orc warrior of the Golgol Race wants to advance to a higher level, he must come to the Beast God's main temple to receive the Beast God's quest, and use his bravery and piety to ask for A**'s protection, which is the only way to bask in the Beast God's light and complete his advancement.

In a way, the Beast God A** has replaced the plane consciousness and become the only choice for the Golgol Orcs to improve their strength. As a result, the entire Golgol Mask has remained dominated by the Orcs, and no other intelligent race has been able to compete with them for control of the Mask.

Winterfell is located in the center of the vast wintry plains, which is also the core of the entire Golgol realm. Therefore, in this vast and cold land, there was a huge group of Orcs that far exceeded its carrying capacity.

The Cold Wind Plain was ten thousand miles in area, and its interior was almost entirely made up of freezing cold soil that could not be cut by a knife. The temperature here was -30 to 40 degrees Celsius all year round, and the biting winds never ceased, making it impossible to cultivate or graze animals on the surface.

However, it was the cruel natural environment here that gave birth to the ferocious cobolds.

With the blessing of the Beast God, they have become a powerful tribe that rules the entire realm.

However, there were various shortcomings where the power of faith appeared. One of the biggest drawbacks was that the entire clan and the entire social hierarchy was proud of the strongest and the strength of their physical strength, which in turn blocked the path to other avenues of power.

There aren't many elemental casters throughout the goblin orcs, as the power of the orc gods is almost insulated from the elements. So individual elites might become orc shamans, but they were never able to develop an independent elemental spell-casting system outside of the power of the beast gods and goddesses.

There were no knowledge professionals like scholars, wise men, or prophets in orcish society.

Even if these types of guys had good root talent, they would fall to the bottom of the tribal hierarchy when their power wasn't up to par. If they can't even fill their bellies, what qualifications do they have to study and promote an obscure and incomprehensible knowledge transmission system?

Therefore, it was precisely because of the existence of the Beast God's faith that the development of the fire of civilization and knowledge and wisdom was severely suppressed. This would certainly strengthen the singularity and purity of the Beast God's faith, but it also tied the cackling orcs to the chariot of the Beast God.

This, of course, is the general opinion of the foreign shamans, while the native cobblers still pride themselves on their humble, primitive and unwavering beliefs.

Perhaps this was the result of the collision of two very different civilizations!