Age of Adepts

The Cold Wind Plain.

Even though the war was in full swing outside, this place was still shrouded in bone-chilling cold.

On the flat and solid avenue leading to Winterfell, ox carts were densely lined up in rows, filling the place up tightly and making it airtight.

The wagons are loaded with food and liquor.

These are not ordinary cattle, but split-toed cattle, a specialty of the wintry plains. These cattle are incredibly strong, and their fat is so thick that they can withstand the terrifying winds of the cold. As a result, it had become the most important cargo animal.

A small cattle carriage mingled with the people on the road, crushing the ice on the cold wind and tundra, and slowly sailed towards the towering winter castle at the end of the horizon.

Silently, the thick wolf skin mattress covering the carriage lifted a corner, revealing a young orc boy with a tender face and two strands of white frost hanging under his frozen nose from within.

He was curiously looking around, especially envious of the orc warriors who had only half of their soft robes wrapped in animal skin and half of their chests exposed to the cold wind, but were fearless.

His dream was to become a true orc warrior, and thus become the pride and glory of the entire tribe. At that time, Dania would have to look at herself differently as well!

Just as the orc boy was biting his fingers lightly, immersed in his fantasy, the old orc who was driving the cart turned back and patted him on the head with indulgence, grumbling, "Quickly retract your head, it's cold outside, be careful not to..."

At this point, the old man's voice suddenly solidified, his wrinkled green face fiercely revealed a horrified look, the cloudy pupils of his eyes even more straight through the top of the teenager's head to stare at the distant sky.

The orcish teenager looked back abruptly, and what entered his eyes was the terrifying heavenly fire that burned across the sky.

The heavens... were all burned through!

The skies of the wintry plains are burning....

A straight and clear path of fire stretched and burned high in the sky, and everywhere it passed, countless golden flames spilled down from the sky, igniting everything on earth.

Each strand of golden flame was as brilliant and dazzling as a fiery meteor, indescribably beautiful. But as they fell into the sky in golden arcs, they brought a terrifying disaster to this land ruled by severe cold.

Boom boom boom....

When a strand of golden flame fell to the ground, it would explode into a huge, spreading wave of fire. Although the fire wave is relatively thin, it has a frightening heat like gold and molten iron. Not to mention flesh and blood, even the giant rock covered with a layer of ice, itself more solid than steel, could not resist the burning of the golden flame.

Where the waves of fire passed, the earth was scorched black.

No matter whether it was the frozen earth that could not be cut with a knife or the tall and upright statue of the Beast God, they all melted into semi-liquid rolling magma in the flames, turning the entire cold wind plain into a boiling sea of fire.

The old orc and the young man stared woodenly as they watched the fire road in the sky extend past their heads, and then watched as a drifting flame exploded into a huge ring of fire, engulfing everything around them in a rushing wave of fire.

At first, the terrified screams of some orcs could be heard, but as the rain of fire fell one by one, everything became quiet.

Where the waves of fire washed over them, the orcs would instantly burst into small torches, and even the carts full of goods would burn into huge bonfires. Frightened, the split-toed cattle break free from their ropes and run away. Before it could get far away, a wave of flames drifted down, and it turned into a blazing bull that struggled a few steps before falling headfirst and never getting back up.

Under the watchful eyes of the orcish teenager, even those immensely powerful orcish warriors were unable to resist these golden flames that seemed like an extinguishing heavenly fire. As he watched as one orc around him was incinerated to ash and a carriage was burnt to charcoal, he was terrified, yet he had nowhere to run, and could only cling to the old man and begged loudly for the blessing of the Beast God.

It seemed that the Beast God had shown up, and even though the fire was so dense that it set the entire side of the wintry plain ablaze, only this little ox cart was left out.

However, while the two beastmen were shivering in the sea of fire, a resonant and high-pitched dragon's roar once again resounded from the distant sky.

Layers of fire clouds that had already been ignited were being pushed and pushed by a strong force, coming in the direction of the fire road. When it reached a short distance above the two of them, the fire cloud ruptured and a huge and hideous dragon figure was suddenly revealed in the sky.

This hundred-meter-long dragon raised its neck and let out another loud dragon roar, continuing to beat its wings and chasing after the fire road. When the dragon's mighty might sprinkled down, the faint flame of life of the old beastman and the young man was instantly extinguished, leaving their two stiff bodies hugging each other tightly, standing alone on the burning plain.

They were actually horrified to death by the terrifying dragon power of the Evil Dragon Sinquerra that directly broke their hearts and minds!

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Grim was unaware of everything that was happening beneath him.

At this moment, he was no longer interested in slaughtering these orcish civilians that were comparable to insects. Instead, his entire mind was focused on how to get rid of the terrifying plague god behind him.

As for how much calamity the flame collapse had brought to the orcs passing along the way, this was simply not a matter that Grim needed to consider right now. He didn't do it intentionally, but as a Superclass Fire Witch, his every move inevitably had to affect everything around him.

Along the way, Grim had tried countless times to distract that evil little female dragon by suddenly bursting into four or five identical flame figures with his flame splitters.

At first, the evil little female dragon was still interested in spitting out a burst of dragon breath to kill these flame splitters one by one. But as Grim ran all the way, Syncla became furious and agitated, and began to focus on chasing after Grim's original body, no longer paying attention to those confusing flame bilocations.

She could clearly perceive that the further she flew, the thicker the concentration of faith power in the air. This was a clear indication that there was an earthly temple of a powerful deity not far ahead.

As a rank 6 Evil Dragon, Syncla's intelligence was in no way weaker than any opponent of the same rank. It was just that its cruel and tyrannical emotions always interfered with normal thinking and rational analysis, which was what caused her to always do something horrifying and unimaginable.

The small mind hidden behind every move of the little worm in front of her, Sinquerra could guess eighty percent of the time. This wretched fellow must be trying to use the cover of the temple to escape his pursuit.

Hmph, a beast god's earthly temple, not his real kingdom... did that annoying little worm really think that it could scare him off with this little power?

With a mind of infinite hatred and fury, Singla flapped the pair of colorful dragon wings vigorously, and chased after the petite flaming humanoid a thousand meters away like the wind was blowing.

"Today, even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I'm going to chop you into pieces... Only in this way can I vent your anger for destroying my spatial dao mark... Stay for me!"

With that said, Sinclar opened his mouth, and a strange black smoky dragon's breath traversed the kilometers of space, appearing directly behind Grim, who was rapidly flying away.

Sensing the terrifying dragon breath behind him that was enough to shake his soul, Grim did not hesitate to explode his body and scattered into four flames of different shapes and sizes, fleeing to different airspace.

As if that black smoke dragon breath had its own spiritual wisdom, it was able to turn in mid-air, chasing after the largest flames, forcing Grim to explode once more, and hit the black smoke dragon breath with several groups of flames, which barely detonated the power in advance.

There was a dull bang.

A black aura suddenly burst open in the air, where the aura enveloped, the flames instantly extinguished, and all elemental matter instantly became inactive, even the spiritual consciousness attached to it would be simultaneously annihilated.

Grim, who had fought to escape a thousand meters away, re-polymerized into a flaming humanoid form and swept a glance back behind him, the shock and horror within him was impossible to conceal.

Even the spiritual consciousness attached to the elemental particles could be annihilated....

With this bizarre characteristic of the opponent's Black Smoke Dragon Breath, it was already enough to kill a rule wizard like him!

The Winter Castle was already close at hand, and the massive temple that stood in the center of the city was even more clearly visible. Grim didn't dare to have the slightest hesitation, and as soon as his figure coalesced, he quickly raced towards his intended target in the distance.

Whether or not he could escape this terrifying killing god's pursuit was all up to this shop!

But the bursting fire road left behind by Grim was unharmed by that Sinquerra, flapping its multicolored dragon wings and wrapped in a blazing red burning fire cloud, this 6th-rank female dragon was like a desperate ferocious god striding across the sky, closely pursuing behind Grim.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of the two strong men, multiple surging and violent airs within the huge temple rose up into the sky. Whirlingly, four strange figures of varying heights appeared before the palace.

"The visitors stop!"

The one in the center of the four figures was a withered old man with a pale face that was about to die soon.

He was draped in a colorful witch sacrificial cloth robe, his face, body, and hands were painted with bright germanium mud in strange patterns, strange feathers were stuck in his head, and in his left hand he was holding a long-handled witch staff made of Pan Li wood.

Behind it, there were three vaguely familiar orcish strongmen standing in a row.

They were precisely the three divine orcs that had gone to Danmo Zhuo to cause trouble last time.

The old beastman's sorcerer's staff in his hand paused, swinging a golden aura, and sternly shouted in a voice that was husky and low but steeped in supreme majesty, "This is the Great Beast God A**'s main temple in the world, you..."

Grim and Sincla were too fast for one dragon to run, so fast that they broke into the perimeter of the main temple without even a little warning message from the orc side.

Thus, being haunted and unable to feel anything, this orcish chief priest could only bring a few of his men out to stop Grim.

But before he could finish his words, the old orc sensed the violent and brutal bullying air coming from Singla, and his entire face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Rank 6... this dragon was a Rank 6!