Age of Adepts

War continues!

Unlike the small-terrain struggle of 350 people, the scene of war is particularly brutal and bloody for tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of people.

No matter how powerful you are, as long as you have not reached indestructible levels, be cautious and discreet in such a fiercely chaotic battlefield.

Otherwise…

Grimm had seen with his own eyes that a dead knight, wrapped in cold air and riding over a tall skeleton warhorse, was invincible on the battlefield and crushed the entire field with powerful 3-step strength.

Countless Orc Crushers fought chestnuts before their tall and mighty skeletal horses, and countless Orc Strong Men were chopped into two pieces under their two-metre snow knife. Everywhere it went, it feared the aura of light, leaving all the beasts in a hurry to hide.

For a time, its fierce flames were so powerful that no one dared to save its rays.

Soon, however, it was targeted by several equally powerful opponents in the Orc Corps.

wu wu...

As the wind whistled, several grinding disc-sized boulders burst against it with stinging ears.

The 3rd Stage Necromancer, a brave swordsmashing knife, chopped three of them, but was struck by the last piece on his body, flying out in a wave of armor distortion and skeletal bursts, falling into a crowded tide.

As for the skeleton horse under its crotch, it was smashed to pieces and scattered all over the place.

The Necromancer struggled to climb up from the ground, and although his entire skeleton had been broken, the soul fire hidden deep inside his skull remained intact. The earth suddenly began to tremble violently as it tried to absorb the surrounding dead air and repair its broken body.

The third-degree Necromancer raised his head painstakingly, and the scarlet soul fire deep in the orbit of the black hole suddenly contracted into a pair of sharp red stars. He watched with horror as that head smashed open the corpse and walked down the mountain towards it in a fierce battle.

The body of the other side is as big as a hill, the long nose of the other side is as flexible as a giant python, the long ivory of the other side is as sharp as a cone of siege... and even worse, the other side's thick as a stone pillar, the huge foot as a carriage is treading towards himself in an unstoppable force...

The Mammoth Warrior ran past the Undead Knight, crushing his entire body, along with his head wrapped in soulfire, into debris all over the ground.

The void sounded a terrible cry before the demise of the soul of the undead knight of the third degree...

The beast on the back of the warrior shaman waved a crude horn staff, shouting strange language that no one could understand, from time to time gathering a brilliant red flame from his palm * and shooting into the body of the warrior.

More than a dozen Orc throwers gathered around the side of the Orc Shamans, screaming and drinking, and pushing their short spears into the crowded black pressing corpse tide beneath the foot of the battle. The blood-red battle of the eyes stimulated by 'madness' was further aggravated by a long nose that shook the whole field, burying its head and rushing towards the portal.

In front of an eight-metre mammoth battle, most of the dead spirits became dwarf tribes clustered around giants. With their shape and strength, they can't stop the mammoth from advancing wildly.

But this arrogant mammoth also survived only 43 seconds longer than the third undead knight.

Under the command of the witches hiding in the tide of the corpse, the high-ranking Necromancers fired a spell and sieved this mammoth with dense artillery fire along with a dozen Orcs on its back.

With a loud cry, the vast mammoth battle was overwhelmed with blood and fell on its knees!

Huge grey soot spilled from the scene.

The blood is splashing, the limb is broken, and the decapitated head is dancing in the air...

At the frontiers of winding battlefields that stretch for miles, countless beasts fight and kill tidal dead spirits.

They have lived and forgotten, and they have lived and died in desperation.

But their lives are so humble and cheap at this moment!

Numerous Orc warriors have been killed in the blood of their own hands, chopping up or knocking down countless ugly zombies with a giant axe or hammer in their hands. But the spilled purple, black, and thick corrosive blood was accompanied by terrible plague virus bacteria. Yellow and green cigarettes exploded all over the battlefield, and the warriors of the Orcs caught in it coughed up.

Large areas of rotting abscesses fill them with blood as they move, swollen muscles are rapidly eroding, and their powerful bodies begin to collapse and decay rapidly.

Blood Decay Zombie, Toxic Zombie, Plague Zombie...

A dry, walking dead spirit burst into smoke under the slaughter of the Legion of Orcs and soon overthrew most of the battlefield under a terrible cloud of poison.

These poisonous clouds, manipulated by high-ranking dead spirits, have even begun to converge into a plague raging towards the most dense parts of the Legion of Orcs.

Orc warriors may not be afraid of powerful and tall enemies, but they are still afraid to face such kills or kill, smashing or smashing the tiny lethal poisonous bacteria. Their formerly strong teams began to loosen up and collapse.

pū pū pū...

A series of fireballs burst from the rear * of the Legion of Orcs, blowing up a series of flames in a plague wave.

Numerous noisy, subtle poisonous bug tips converge into a huge wave, swirling over the battlefield.

In a moment, poisonous worm bacteria were burned to death by high temperature flames!

Such actions, while not stopping the onslaught of plague, greatly reduce the damage that the other party can inflict. It also relieved the corps of conservative, soft-footed Orcs from a breath and did not fail instantly.

It's the Beastmen with the army, Shaman!

The witches behind the tide coldly cast their eyes on the herd, wrapped in animal skin, feathers on their heads, and Shaman, the beast whose face and body were filled with flowers and whistles.

Compared to ordinary beastmen, these beastmen are a little thinner in their bodies than ordinary beastmen.

But looking at the large horn staff in their hands, crushing the enemy's head is no problem.

In strength alone, even the worst soldier in the Legion of Orcs has a body that is no worse than that of an advanced refinery apprentice. Even most of the qualified Orc Warriors in the Legion have reached the level of Refining Quasi-Witch.

In contrast to normal strength, an official wizard in the wizard world could easily slaughter about ten Orc warriors. If the number of Orcs is higher, the 1st Wizard will not be able to protect himself from some harm.

If both parties die by no means, a first-order wizard may be able to kill 20—30 Orc Warriors, but will also die under the other party's simple and crude stone hammer or axe.

I can't help it. The wizard's body is too weak!

As long as that layer of shield and witchcraft protection is broken, the witchcraft itself is not always stronger than ordinary humans. A knife in the neck, or a big hole in the stomach, is what noble wizards are going to die for.

And these beasts, Shaman, are the equivalent of a weakened version of the official wizard.

They possess too little magic power, with little power except sporadic madness, bloodlust, and fireballs. The only strange thing about them is that they can use four series of elemental forces at the same time, and their ability to unleash gain spells, treat, or injure is actually done with a strange totem pole.

They insert a thick wooden totem pole of goose eggs more than a metre high into the land in front of them and quickly summon the corresponding magic elements in their hands. And the spells they unleashed, though not enormous, were unprecedented and swift.

Grimm looked silently in the back with his eyes stitched.

Through chip perception, he can sense implicitly that the monster shamans appear to be accommodating each other in the frequency of elemental oscillations with strange demonic patterns all over their bodies and bizarre patterns engraved on totem columns.

The frequency of vibrations and alterations of both magical halos is almost identical!

What the hell is this? Magic resonance or element harmonics? And by what means do they make a cold dead creature feel and absorb free magic elements in space, just like life?

Miniaturized and weakened version of Element Altar?

A string of questions rose from Grimm's mind.

No wonder each of those wizards likes to conquer the different realms. Indeed, any exotic face has a great deal of mysterious knowledge and mysteries waiting for them to explore and study!

At this moment, he really wanted to capture Shaman, an animal, and cut his head open for a closer look.

However, Grim could only silently push the idea back to his heart after spying on a strong, fast and capable Orc Sword Saint crowded with the Orcs.

If the Skull Crusher belongs to the Orc Warrior, then these Orc Sword Saints belong to the Orc Elite Warrior at the Purifier Wizard level.

They are not tall, and their bodies are not as big as ordinary Orc warriors, but they stand on their feet and walk very quickly. Nor do they use a large, bulky hammer or a giant axe, but a flat, narrow, ferocious knife or a terrible sword.

This also means that their attacks are focused on speed and sensitivity, taking into account the explosive power of the flesh * body!

If you rush over and get beaten up by a bunch of Orc Swordsmen with big blades, I'm afraid it won't do much better than stirring in a roller knife array for the first half of the day.

The Orc Swordsman has the ultimate physical burst power and attack speed, combined with the four-stage power of the Orc Shaman. Although there is no high-ranking presence in their team, Grimm, the powerful Fire Witch at the top of the 2nd stage, still dares not try it easily.

Caution and low profile are the only way to save lives in a battlefield where such fierce beasts flourish and the powerful flock!

Not all of the Orcs are muscle sticks that can only exert brute force. Under Grimm's watchful eye, the herd of Orcs far behind the Orcs Corps is most likely the real strength of the other team.

Grimm was just wondering why they had held back so long, or had not launched a raid on the portal. Can't they see that the Legion of the Orcs has fallen under the shock of the Witch Army?