Age of Adepts

It only took Grim a quarter of an hour to clear out this orc camp.

Except for the werewolf leader and the three Level 4 orcs who escaped, the rest of the orc warriors were all killed on the spot, with no survivors.

This also had something to do with the fact that Grim wasn't serious about killing and didn't bother to chase down the escaped orcs.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the orcs to escape from a legendary fire witch with their ridiculously clumsy short legs. Although those guys had apparently escaped, their bodies were also stained with the Indestructible Flame during the short battle.

With the fearsome power of the Indestructible Flame, even if those guys escaped, they would have to face endless torture from the flames!

It's a miserable life to think about!

Grim's vast mental energy was released and withdrawn, swiftly scanning the entire battlefield. Only after making sure that he hadn't missed any noteworthy opponents did he turn around and dash up into the sky again, flying fast into the distance.

A vast plain covering hundreds of miles, but to Grim, it was only seven or eight jumps to cross; as for those towering mountains and surging rivers, in his eyes, they were just dirt slopes and small ditches that could be crossed by lifting his feet....

Grim transformed into a flaming humanoid form, and ceaselessly exploded in the air above, converging, exploding, converging... And in the midst of this division, he had already crossed thousands of miles away, leaving behind him a ring of flame that was still slowly blooming.

Grim's arrogant actions naturally drew the attention of the orcs passing along the way. Ordinary orcs were not aware of his presence, and when they heard the crackling of the flames and rushed out, they could only see a beautiful flower of flame blooming in the sky, but they didn't know that Grim was already hundreds of miles away.

However, there were always some overly untamed strong orcs inside the orc tribes along the way. They rushed up to the sky to stop this mysterious enemy, but before they could even see Grim's face, they were blasted off the sky by terrifying fireballs.

Even if it was a rank 4 orc, a sudden encounter with Grim's Indestructible Flame would be extremely difficult to resist. A bad one would be invaded by the indestructible flame into the soul source and burned to death was a possibility.

Grim didn't bother to get into a mouthful of lawsuits with these orcish strongmen, nor did he think that he could get any valuable loot from them. Just rampaged along, directly through the most densely populated territory of the orc tribes, heading towards the main orc temple that was located in the central mountain range.

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As you enter the Central Mountain Range, the peaks you see along the way are all towering, bizarre and steep.

In between the ups and downs of the mountains, there were tribes of Orcs scattered throughout the area. Based on the strength and number of lives that Grim scanned as he flew quickly overhead, there were no less than three hundred thousand surviving orcs in this area.

Three hundred thousand...that was already a very alarming number!

It should be known that the orc tribes were never productive, they were all soldiers, relying on enslaving other weak races to provide themselves with food and various living materials. The orcs were mainly green-skinned beastmen, but also included some minotaurs, werewolves, eagles, bears and other tribes that had strong fighting abilities.

On the whole, the Orcs are a group of wild and stupid humanoid beasts that do not show any kindness or mercy to other races. They are violent and cruel by nature, preferring to act rather than think, and to fight rather than argue.

The typical muscle *child*, and the kind with muscles all over their brains!

Perhaps it was because of their 'purity' and violence that they were chosen by the Beast God A** to become a barbaric race under the blessing of its powerful warrior power, opening up territory for it and invading one elegant and noble civilization after another.

Due to a serious aesthetic clash, the relationship between the Orc and Elven divinities was very tense, even reaching the point of a world feud. The relations between the orc god line and the human, sea, dwarf, and subterranean clans were also called good.

They were so bloodthirsty and thirsty for war that there were no allies or friends in the world of the gods, only present enemies and future enemies.

As long as the orcs rule the region, even the most beautiful flowers of civilization will increasingly wither away. In the end, only a group of slaves living under cruel oppression and slavery, as well as primitive tribes whose social form was becoming more and more obscurantist, would be left.

And the orcs were too fertile, if they didn't consume some of them by way of war, I'm afraid that no material plane would be able to withstand these locust-like horrors that could fight, eat, and live!

If we follow the normal procedure of the War of the Planes, the first step for the sorcerers to invade this Mutas Plane would be to send someone to infiltrate the interior of the Plane and set up a stable and solid advance camp. The first step would be to set up a stable and solid advance camp, then gradually expand the camp, build the Witch Tower, and build the Gate of the Plane to welcome more and more powerful Witch forces to the Plane.

From cleansing the orc tribes everywhere, eating away at the foundation of the orcs' faith little by little, to invading the orc kingdom and destroying the main orc temple... this process could be as long as several hundred years!

Of course, the more resources and troops invested, the faster the process would proceed.

However, in direct proportion to this was the depletion of a large number of sorcerer troops and the long wait!

So, in many instances, Wizard HQ will attempt this strategic sneak attack as well.

As long as they could destroy the main temple before the orc deity descended on them, then the upcoming bit war would be like a one-sided slaughter. Without the hold of the orc deity, these strong orcs within the position alone would not be able to defend against the wolf-like ferocious sorcerers.

Thus, Grim and his party of five did not waste a single moment in the other regions at all. As soon as they arrived, they pounded straight into the yellow dragon and launched a swift and direct attack on the Orc Lord's Temple in the swiftest and most direct manner possible.

The Orc Lord's Shrine was located on top of a tall and majestic mountain, with a spacious path consisting of four levels of platforms and tens of thousands of steps in front of the mountain for the Orcs to ascend and descend. On top of each platform was an orc camp of up to a thousand people, and those who were able to enter it were strong orcs from all over the place.

On top of the peaks, the Orc Lord's Temple was dozens of meters tall and towering. Looking at the appearance, looking at the shape, it seemed like it was dug out from the mountain rocks as a whole, stagnant and stagnant.

At this moment, within the hall of the main shrine, many beastmen tribal leaders were gathered here, gazing at the beastmen priests who were singing and dancing around a huge fire basin.

What was burning in the fire basin was not charcoal fire, but a pile of hideous and terrifying-looking creature skulls. From the looks of it, these creature skulls almost covered humans, elves, dwarves, dragons and many other intelligent beings.

The flames that sprang up from the fire pan were not the usual crimson red, but an exceptionally eerie and cold green fire.

Under the burning of the miserable green fire, the upper and lower jaw bones of those strange skulls were trembling unceasingly, letting out a creepy and miserable howl. Their souls would even fly out from time to time, rushing towards the surrounding orc priests with the most vicious and terrifying curses.

But unfortunately, their souls were apparently unable to leave the range of the green light enveloping the fire basin, and were dragged back into the fire basin by an invisible and strange force before they were even half a foot out.

These were the heads of the rival tribal powerhouses that the orcs had beheaded or captured before unifying the Mutas Plane. Using the cursed firepit to burn their souls day and night, causing them to howl in agony before the eyes of the beast gods for tens of thousands of years... this was one of the most terrifying ways for the beast people to punish their enemies!

Only today, an even more formidable enemy had appeared in the Mutas Plane, forcing the great orc-killing god, Garon Arcadas, to descend upon the oracle and issue a danger warning of the highest level to all Mutas orcs.

Allowing his men to dance the dance of sacrifice before the cursed firepit, he threw the head of a powerful enemy he had just decapitated into the firepit. The main orc sacrifice, the venerable Ormus, was kneeling reverently before a thirty-meter tall statue of Galleon, silently praying.

Compared to the other Orc warriors, Ormus was not very tall and strong, but rather seemed a bit lean and frail. But its shaggy cranial green fur wore a cap of iron thorns with a series of spikes all spiked into his skull on the inside of the brim.

But strangely there was not the slightest trace of blood spilling out of the grips.

Above his ugly and slack face, you can vaguely see shallow scars crisscrossing across, while the depths of his pupils are burning with a pale green flame, causing every life that looked at him to have a strange feeling of heart trembling and soul escaping.

"The enemies are coming... Let all orcs prepare for battle!"

"Enemies? High Priestess, haven't the witches who invaded the thrones been forced by us to Mount Hagamu? Did they sneak out?"

"Idiots, not them! They're only here to steal our bit doctrinal markers... The Galleon Great God has given me an oracle, and a group of terrifying great sorcerers have broken into the Murtas Plane, and they... their goal is probably to attack this Galleon Great God's main temple. Therefore, immediately awaken the Earth Prophet and immediately release the Dark Demon Dragon, we will fight the enemy to the end, and we will not be truly safe until the Galleon Great God has completely descended!"

"Go...go!"

Under the hoarse roar of the High Priest Ormus, the group of orc leaders ran out of the main hall and split up to make their way to various parts of the peak.

And at this time, the tall and majestic Galleon statue of the main temple suddenly blossomed with a golden light that shone across the entire sky. Immediately, amidst a crackling noise, the god statue awoke and began to slowly move its body.

"Divine Surrender... the Galleon God has divinely surrendered in advance!"

The high priest's insides tightened violently and he took three or two steps to snatch and kneel in front of the huge idol, shouting, "O great Galleon God, you... why have you descended early?"

That gigantic idol was slowly revitalizing under the golden light, its body, armor, face, and weapons all changing one by one into the unique form of the legendary God of Killing.

And it even directly ignored Ormus' question, raising its head, a pair of eyes like a searchlight looking straight into the distant sky.

"You guys also prepare for battle! The enemy is here, I will hold off the most powerful ones for you, you must protect the temple and not allow them to destroy or desecrate this temple..."

With that said, the gigantic idol drew its huge double-sided axe from behind and rushed out of the temple with earth-shaking steps.

And at this time, the silhouettes of several great sorcerers had just surfaced there at the end of the sky!