Age of Adepts

It was a lively and noisy orc camp.

Although night had long since fallen, there was no sign of a quiet slumber inside the camp.

Beastmen warriors with excess energy gathered around a pile of bonfires, drinking spirits, beating their chests or weapons, singing muddled and ancient songs, laughing and cursing loudly, without the slightest sign of the tension of a dangerous battle.

But in the center of the camp, in one of the tallest cowhide tents, more than a dozen fierce, brutal and tyrannical beastmen were gathered around, arguing loudly.

At the top of the tent was an extremely healthy werewolf, with two rustic long and narrow swords stuck in its back, soft leather armor with special divine runes, a white bone necklace made of beast bones and fangs around its neck, and hard leather covering its knees and elbows, which were densely covered with hideous spikes that had not yet dried blood.

Sitting at his side was a shamanic priest covered with strange feathers, his nose and lips were covered with horrible animal teeth, and his exposed body was covered with colorful germanium clay.

They were all powerful and fierce, and their dusty and scratched armor had a brutal air that could not be concealed.

However, just as they were arguing loudly about how to surround and eliminate the group of evil shamans hiding in the mountains, the orc shaman who had been sitting quietly on the side with a low brow raised his head and looked into the depths of the mountains with a look of suspicion.

Although Orc Shaman were rare in number, they were the most admired and respected in the Orc Tribe. They were able to communicate with the high and mighty orc deities through special rituals, and thus became the group of people who had the most say in the development and decisions of the tribe, aside from the orc chief.

"High Priestess Sanger, are you on to something?" The werewolf that was high on the throne and most powerful reached out to stop the roars of many of its men, frowning and inquiring.

Although it did not perceive the specific situation, a chill from the bottom of its heart made it suddenly wary.

It didn't have divination, so naturally it couldn't have seen the movements of the group of evil witches a hundred miles away. But with its advanced power of the 4th rank, it was already qualified to contact that ethereal bit of consciousness.

It seemed... Mother Earth was transmitting some sort of warning to it through this method.

An unknown danger was coming at the group outside of its perception!

"It was the intruders..." the ugly features of the High Priestess of Sanger had curled up, it coughed violently, its already pure white pupils mapping a masked fear and dread, "They didn't know to do What, seriously offended Mother Earth! Mother Earth has sent me a warning to flee...immediately, quickly...it will be too late!"

"Are those invading witches trying to sneak up on us?" The werewolf leader was horrified, "With their power, it seems like they can't do it if they want to defeat us, right?"

"Yeah, let them come! We orcs are never afraid of them..."

"I'm going to wake up those pups just in time to give them a head start..."

A few orcs who were clearly somewhat violent and overwhelmed immediately began to shout, acting as if they could rush up and cut over any enemy that came their way.

The entire tent immediately boiled with noise once again.

"Shut up! Shut up....all of you fucking shut up! Listen...what's this sound outside?" The werewolf leader pricked up his ears, his face showing the sound of listening carefully.

The beastmen all quieted down and listened.

As expected, strange and continuous explosive roars were suddenly heard in the distance, and they were getting closer and louder....

For no reason, hearing that voice, the beast shaman Woodward spurted out a mouthful of blood and his body trembled a bit.

"There's an enemy attack!"

Ton Ton Ton Ton....

One by one, the strong beastmen crashed through the cowhide tent and slowly rose into the sky.

Although they did not know how to fly and did not have divine magic, they were able to briefly overcome the earth's gravitational force and achieve this short-range levitation effect by virtue of their fierce and incomparable brute strength and their extremely fierce bodies.

More orc warriors, on the other hand, emerged from a tent stacked with patches, shouting and picking up their weapons to look into the sky where the sound of explosions was heard in the distance.

There, at the end of the sky, an aura of bright red and beautiful flames was slowly spreading out, as brilliant as the oversized fireworks set off during the festival.

Just look at the order in which the fireworks appeared, they seemed to be coming straight at them as a camp.

Grim came on the night breeze and had little trouble finding the group of orcs.

It was also true that Grim's appearance was far too drawn out and cool compared to the other wizards. The path of flames that bloomed behind him even marked his flight path perfectly in the sky, which could be seen clearly even if one was a hundred miles away.

But with Grim's identity as a 5th rank Legendary Fire Witch, there was really no need to cover up or be careful of anything in this medium sized Murtas bit.

After a flame jump appeared over the orc camp, Grim gathered his body and leaned down to sweep over the dozen strong orc figures, as well as the large group of orc warriors running and shouting beneath them.

"A bunch of Grym..."

Grim had a fierce and clanking look on his face that was characteristic of witches, and with a lift of his hand, a vast area of a meteor firestorm that could almost cover the entire orc camp appeared.

Although his power was limited to the 4th rank, his knowledge, skill and rank suppression that far surpassed his opponent's, allowed him to face a dozen orcs of 3rd and 4th rank without any fear.

As high as the peak level of 4th rank, the meteor fire rain beckoned and immediately swept across the entire visual space.

A meteor fireball drenched in flame energy with a hint of indestructibility on it fell into the sky like a rainbow. Wherever it reached, it raised a huge dust pillar more than ten meters high, which then transformed into a ring of crimson flame that slowly spread out to envelop a large number of orc warriors.

No matter whether it was the shockwave of the fireball bursting, or the beautiful and magnificent ring of flame, it was exceptionally deadly to the ordinary orc warriors.

Their once proudly tough leather armor and large shields were as thin as a sheet of mugwort under the terrifying golden stream of flames.

Their strong and tall bodies were unable to withstand the terrifying burns of the flames, and they cried out, wailed, and ran around inside the fire field. Until the same flames spewed out from their facial features and body pores, only then did they fall to the ground like rotten wood, turning into a pile of charred black withered ash.

The ox-skin tent was set on fire, the wagons, donkey carts and tents were set on fire, the earth and the sky were set on fire, and the beasts who were in the midst of heaven and earth were set on fire....

The number of orcs in front of them was as high as 3000, and the average rank was 1st rank high level. Even if they were thrown to other large planes, they would be able to stir the place up and make a lot of noise.

However, in front of a legendary fire witch like Grim, they were truly like a bunch of ants, not to mention fighting back, even looking up at the light around him was blinding.

Just because ordinary orcs couldn't fight back, didn't mean that these dozen orcs were powerless to fight back.

Roar....

Ow....

Amidst an earth-shattering roar, the dozen orc strongmen took out their weapons and rushed towards Grim from all directions.

But Grim's gaze passed over all the orcs and landed within the bullskin tent.

The smell of divine magic... there was another orc shaman here?

Grim didn't hesitate to cast the spell, and after 1 or 5 seconds of rapid casting was completed, a mushroom cloud of molten fire nuclei rose up inside the bull hide tent. The life breath of the Sanger High Priest who was secretly contacting the rear instantly weakened.

If one sorcery couldn't kill it... then add another sorcery!

Grim was about to continue casting his spell, but the dozen orcish strongmen had already rushed to his side with the werewolf leader.

"Looking for death!" Grim gave a light shout, and the long-awaited Burning Field instantly enveloped the thousand-meter radius around them.

Those strong orcs that had just rushed into the sky immediately had flames surging around them, and all the metal objects in their hands and on their bodies immediately became fiery hot. It was as if they had been thrown into a furnace of flames, not to mention fighting, even their breathing became so painful and tormented.

Those rank 4 orcs were still able to gather their berserk strength, barely able to block out the terrifying flames that were burning. But the nearly half of the 3rd rank orcs didn't even have the strength to block the flames from invading, so they ignited into a human torch and fell screaming into the sky.

"Cut him down..."

"Kill him quickly..."

One by one, the Level 4 Orcs roared and rushed up, swinging various weapons of unparalleled power at Grim's body from all angles.

The werewolf leader in particular transformed into a gray lightning bolt that instantly penetrated Grim's body and appeared in the sky behind him.

Six or seven criss-crossing grey blades immediately appeared on Grim's body, and his entire body began to crumble and disintegrate.

"Hail! Howell you're the strongest!"

"Great!"

Several of the strong orcs who saw this immediately cheered.

Only the werewolf leader who had forcefully 'slayed' the Evil Fire Sorcerer did not have the slightest hint of joy and happiness in his eyes. It looked back with a start and shouted, "Spread out... that's not his original body..."

However the reminder was already too late.

In the next second, Grim Flame Splitter suddenly burst into an even more massive wave of flames that engulfed all the surrounding orcs.

In the vast sea of fire on the ground, Grim's body emerged slowly, holding the Orc Shaman whose body had been mostly charred black.

The werewolf leader who had witnessed this, pointedly rushed down into the sky again....