Age of Adepts

Sometimes it has to be said that there are indeed similarities among the ranks.

Flower essence, a strange natural creature, although small in size, possesses rapid speeds that are difficult to capture by the eyes of ordinary people, sharp claws and terrible poison.

One such opponent in the jungle is that dozens of times as many human fighters have only been slowly torn to death, not to mention a large crowd here at the moment.

But when flowers and sworddancers encounter the marksmanship, even if they encounter the stars of their predecessors.

Whether you're flying fast or not, whether your dodging skills are full or not, the marksmanship doesn't care at all about forming a queue, washing your enemies thoroughly with a ladylike metal storm.

If a shooter's opponent is replaced by a human Heavy Swordsman, it may also be able to block damage with thick armor. But there are many agile fighters in the Elf clan, and they are often armored or unarmed in order not to affect the flexibility and shape of the limbs.

To encounter a shooter's magic with this kind of defense is to die.

Intense metal bullets came at an unrecognizable rate and immediately caused terrible casualties to sworddancers and flowers. Their delicate bodies were torn to pieces in violent metal storms, and a green blossom erupted throughout the sky.

“Damn... what kind of weapon is this?” The first time I saw the Elf Captain of a Magic Musket, I was so mad. Just a dozen or so of the shortest, the closest members of her brigade were almost annihilated.

After the opponent quickly eliminated the florists and sworddancers, the gunpoint turned and immediately concentrated intensive fire on the Druids.

These Druids deserve to be the elite ones who have gone through a rough time, rushing ahead with a few bad sights, roaring their heads out, and their entire bodies expanding like balloons. Short, thick black hair rapidly spreads out of their bodies, they lay on the ground, with a loud roar, the muscles of their mouths are also growing and tearing, facing the skeletal distortion of the anterior process, into a flat and flat beast kiss.

In less than three years, these Druids have turned into terrible bears.

They slapped the ground with their thick forelimbs and roared hard against the metal bullet screen, launching an assault on the marksman's magic.

And the Druids behind them, some as Flame Panthers, some as Night Blade Panthers, some as Razor Monkeys, some as Razor boars... At one point, Druids became a multitude of animals, and with the cover of three Land Razor Bears, quickly rushed towards the magic that was spraying angry bullets.

By this time, the second stage Druid had also stood in front of the Great Flame Demon and confronted him remotely.

The two are in the same order, but Druid is clearly not as good as Grimm when it comes to comparison of momentum.

One is a busy generation trapped in moderate positions, and the other is a killer who has experienced many facial logging to grind his mind like steel. At a time when the two are far apart, they clearly show the power and violence of the Flaming Demon. And that Druid, whose eyes flashed, seemed to have been oppressed by each other's Welling momentum to breathe.

The spiritual consciousness of the two is also closely related to the mental changes of the individual.

When Grade 2 Druid's mind broke apart and his inner self was frightened, Grimm, far opposite him, had felt it, and a nasty laugh had sounded, and the whole person had disappeared into the flames that had risen.

Not good……

Isaac's mind shocked, unable to trace the other person's whereabouts with mental force, hastily retreated two steps, and his whole body began to deform wildly.

Unfortunately, his‘ wild transformation ’had not yet been completely completed, and the wind swept behind him, a flaming long whip more than a dozen metres long, pounding over his body with a whirring wind.

Ow...

Izhak Yang's neck sounded the pain of a half-human half-beast hissing, rolling over the ground, avoiding the subsequent entanglement of a flaming whip. Ignoring the scorched black whip behind him, which made him grin his teeth, Aizak held the oak scepter in his hands and slammed it on the ground.

The next second, a fierce thunderbolt, as thick as a stone pillar, winds down from the sky, striking upright over the body of the fiery demon's tall and terrible flame.

After the blind thunder and lightning slowly dissipated, the two second-stage strong men repositioned themselves and once again fell into a scorching confrontation. But by this time, Grimm's left hand, which was used to block the thunder, had turned black and grey, and Aizak's vine robe had been torn apart, revealing a fleshy backbone.

270 degrees……

Grimm slightly swayed a spot of coke on his left hand, letting the sheet of rock that surfaced as coke peel off, and then exposed the black red lava beneath, which exuded hot air.

The fierce blow the enemy had just made was strong enough, but it was obviously not enough to take Grimm out of such an attack. So after three to five, when the flame of the protector reappeared over his left hand, Grimm laughed and started jumping again.

Isaac just now is not as resilient as Grimm, and although that whip on his back has stopped bleeding, it is inevitable that the soreness of the drill between movements will be severe.

At this moment, when he saw the enemy disappear again, Aizak hurriedly rowed a scepter and erected a natural barrier around him, which carefully searched for the enemy's location.

Unfortunately, this time the flame jumps, Grimm doesn't want to deal with him anymore!

A bang burst, Grimm stepped on a bursting element fire ring and appeared in the Druid herd that besieged Billis.

Damn, the enemy went to his own men to get in trouble...

At this moment, Aizak awakened as if he were dreaming, roared out loud, quickly transformed into an eagle, and his whole body turned into a tornado of madness, quickly rushing towards the battlefield.

Too bad it's too late!

The elements that burst when Grimm appeared swept in all directions, and all the ‘beasts’ involved became a torch in a roar. Powerful men who, by virtue of their natural strength, can hardly extinguish the flames above their bodies by running out of the confines of the elemental halo. And those with slightly weaker strengths are directly destroyed in the metallic halo.

The Tall Flame Demon of Grimm's incarnation moves through the thick lava legs, strolling gently in the flames of the burning bears, gathering a lava fireball from time to time and throwing it to the most dense areas of the surrounding Druids.

These dozen first-order Druids, surrounded by a roundabout of sieges beside the bug witch Billis, were immediately devastated by a terrible extinction. Neither the 'resistance to energy damage' that haunts the body's surface, nor the defensive 'masonry', nor the powerful 'nature guardian', can resist a lava fireball thrown at hand by Grimm with a flame damage strength of up to 312 degrees.

At the moment the lava fireball burst, every Druid that Grim watched could only cry painfully to become a personal torch, and then be burned into piles of ash within three or five fingers.

Step 1 Druid, fragile in front of a cross border level 2 fire witch, can't resist a single blow.

Seven Druids were slaughtered in one breath, and the rest fled into the vicinity. This revealed Billis, the fiercely besieged bug witch in the center of the battlefield.

Billis the Bug is really weird and powerful, but after all, he is only a first-order wizard, facing a dozen Druids of the same rank as him, and even if he has the best strength, he can't resist his opponent's bullshit rush.

Less than half an hour later, the 14-headed scorpion of the bug witch Billis was shot dead and crushed by as many as five heads, and the rest was also a wounded one, with a tragic appearance. But it was with the protection of these scorpions that the bug witch Billis did not die tragically under Druid's terrible bear palm.

The Druid herd was dispersed, and Grimm turned back to look at the second order Druid, and as soon as she grabbed Billis' slender, weird worm body, it disappeared into the rising flame.

He jumped out of Druid's encirclement with Billis, and Grimm plunged out of the flaming columns.

He let Billis go, and that's when he pulled the elf feather arrow deep into his right shoulder. Grimm straightened his torso, holding the feather arrow tight in his hand, and his eyes burning with flame stared dead at the slim figure standing on the boat's side.

Captain Elf!

It was this elf who, at the moment before his flame jumped, paused to hint at him with a feather arrow. If Grimm hadn't been more alert and shrugged his shoulders in a timely manner, I'm afraid this feather arrow would have penetrated directly into his brain, causing him a huge loss.

The reddish flame in your hand rose sharply, and the temperature rose sharply, reaching reddish-white levels in an instant.

The decorative feather of the Pokémon Feather Arrow was extinguished as soon as it entered the flame junction. At this moment, the only remaining metal arrow rod was also turned into a piece of iron water by the burning of a hot flame, dripping from the cracks of Grimm's lava master and burning a small hole in the metal deck.

Captain Pokémon's pale silence bears the spiritual pressure of Grimm's aerial projections, and even if his body can't help starting to tremble slightly, he still has no intention of retreating.

Grimm took a step forward with a terrible smile on his face, burning with fire.

“Now that you're here, don't go... leave me alone! ”

As Grimm drank heavily, several hatches of the floating giant ship opened simultaneously, and a crowd of marksmanship magic burst out of it. The next second, the stormy metal barrage shields everyone from view.

“Retreat... Retreat...”

“Return to the forest…”

Seeing the battlefield situation is beyond your control, 2nd order Druid Aizak and the elf captain whisper. Unfortunately, Druid, who was sieging the Mechanical Team, had gone too far into the deck, and it was too late to withdraw.

In the sky's metal barrage, a Druid transformed into a warcraft flew out, but all around him was splashing blood from the stars, blushing the flight deck.

Aizak looked at everything in front of him with a broken eye, and he tried to rush again with a roar, but was pulled by the Elf captain.

“We must go… The Kingdom needs the information at our disposal…”

Isaac's body shocked and his furious eyes restored a little calm.

“Go!”

Ezhak chewed his teeth and roared, turning over and flushing down the floating ship.