Age of Adepts

Quesades? Pointed fangs stare at the battlefield silently.

Behind his tall body stood seventeen Elders and Chiefs of the Tribal Alliance of Dead Water Cities.

Among them, Maurice, the fierce warrior of the fourth level, was most restless. He didn't live on the side of Quesadis and walked around. He asked aloud: "The little ones are already screaming. Why don't we just stand here and wait? ”

“I have informed the Sarah tribe that they will soon be joining the battle with those 30 Leipeng," the head of Quesades said. ”

“Lei Peng... Lei Peng... Lei Peng... wouldn't we beasts fight without Lei Peng? ”

“We are here today not to fight, but to destroy the enemy portals…" Quesadis finally turns around, and his eyes filled with blood are filled with unseen and fierce smells: “You have heard the Oracle of the Beast God yourself, the enemy of this invasion is extraordinary, but a terrible witch who vows to take revenge. If they get a foothold here, our Johnson position is in danger..."

“Then you should let me go to the battlefield to kill... wouldn't it be better for me to kill through the ground and wait for Lei Peng's arrival before you pass through the sky?” Maurice is still stubborn around her neck.

Quesadis grabbed Maurice's collar and stared at him with a cannibalistic eye: "You are the most aggressive fighter on our team. I now command you, in the name of the Tribal Leader of Dead City, to calm down and await the arrival of a real battle. ”

“Didn't the battle begin long ago? Our little ones are already dying..."

“If you're not blind, you should see it. None of the strongest witches showed up! What are they waiting for? They have powerful and numerous epidemics, and our legions of Orcs cannot possibly be rivals to them at all in this war. So they are waiting... waiting for the chance to slay our Orc Powerful! You said," Without complete certainty, I dare to bet on the last strength of Dead City... "

The voices of the two Orc mighty men were not small, and when they roared and yelled at each other, that huge wave could almost shock ordinary human beings to death.

Numerous elders or chiefs standing behind the two beasts, there are cowhead chiefs with human bodies but a big bullhead; there is also a male lion face with blonde hair; there is also a grey wings behind the back, and eagles with sharp hook-shaped eagles protruding in front of the mouth...

Of the many elders, Cyclops are undoubtedly the oldest and most abrupt.

From the outside, Cyclops elders are like a strong human being dozens of times bigger, with a torso, legs, legs, arms, and ears and noses on his face. The only strange thing is that it has only one vertical eye that stands upright in the middle of the forehead.

Ordinary Cyclops are more than 10 meters tall, much bigger and more powerful than the Mammoth Warfare. And the elder Cyclops, who has three levels of strength, is 12 meters taller. Needless to say, a finger is as thick as the waist of an ordinary human being, simply because it extends its large, puffy hand.

The uninspiring wink right in its skull twinkled with a rich hint of earthy yellow elements. For as long as the battle requires, the Cyclops elder was able to gather a giant stone of 2 meters of sight between his palms in 3 seconds, using the earth elements gathered by Cyclops, and then threw it against the enemy's head with the divine power of the Great Bank.

Stone throwing, a racial idiot controlled by Cyclops since childhood, is almost anywhere within 500 meters. Cyclops elders, as the stronger of the clan, can throw boulders 700 meters away.

Such a man-made stone thrower is almost the most advanced combat force in a crude weapon and poorly constructed Johnson's position.

Where the Cyclops gather, the arrogant dragons who soar above the Nine Heavens do not dare to easily step into their range of attack. And in the long history of Cyclops, there have also been lonely men who massacred a giant dragon, the Gestapo!

But now the Cyclops have lost their freedom and faith of the past and become a powerful warring clan enslaved by Johnson's vast Orc Empire.

At this moment, two Orc mighty men were seen arguing there, Cyclops Elder Abdul bent down and ‘whispered' with a yellow bell loud and bright voice: “Xadis, my boys have been fighting for more than two hours. They're losing a lot of power... see, do you want them to take a break? ”

Though Cyclops can gather earth elements into stone, this racial alienation is not endless. Normal intensity battles, which may last a long time, can congeal and throw continuously as they do in front of you, but they also overdraw a lot of physical and soul origin.

That is why the Cyclops who cared about their people, Elder Abdullah, made this request.

“No!” its request was, of course, rejected by the Orc chief with no accommodation: "Now our battle situation is already very strenuous and ugly. Without your stone-throwing suppression, the Legion of Orcs will not be able to withstand enemy offense. Let your people persevere a little longer, our raid troops will be here soon...”

Abdullah sighed helplessly and rose again.

Beside it, Reese, the Mammoth leader and Kanem, who also had children battling blood on the battlefield, looked at each other with unseen anxiety and sorrow deep in their eyes.

The beasts are far less powerful and physically able to forcibly enslave these powerful tribes by force of power from the group. Because of that stunning fertility rate!

The life expectancy of the animals is about 60 to 70 years, and their fertility cycle is only 13 years.

This also means that an Orc has had only 13 short years from birth to the beginning of the next generation. And these mighty warring races, their fertility cycle is incredibly long.

Cyclops are the most powerful, with a life expectancy of 170 years and a fertility cycle of 100 years. The Mammoths are stronger individuals with a life expectancy of 150 years and a fertility cycle of 60 years. Semi-human horse strength is slightly weaker, with a community life expectancy of 120 years and a fertility cycle of 40 years.

Therefore, even if their individual strength far outweighs that of the Orcs, the overall power of the community that can be displayed is far less than that of the 'weak’ Orcs who possess the protection of the Beast God!

Thus, watching the precious young generations of the communities struggle to resist the attacks of the witch forces, their elders or chiefs are desperate and helpless.

…………

On the other side of the battlefield, many high-ranking witches are gathering in front of the portal, looking at the bloody slaughter on the front line, listening to the remaining witch advance team report on the basics of Johnson's position.

Johnson's, a medium, resource-rich, biologically diverse surface.

And the dominance here is naturally the focus of the witches' attack - the Orc Empire!

The Empire of the Orcs is all in a place called Duviden, which is 12,000 kilometres in a straight line. And the nearest Orc City to the portal is Dead Water City, where 110,000 green-skinned Orcs of all races live.

That's where the legion of Orcs who blocked the portal in front of them came from!

According to information gathered by the advance witch team, the city of Dead Water has as many as a hundred strong men, referring here to tribal strong men of higher rank than three.

The advance team of witches buried the positioning stone seven hours ago, while the first Orc attack troops arrived five hours ago, a group of up to 300 eagles. Had it not been for the strength and equipment of the advance witch team, I fear the witch army would not have been able to support them across the board.

It was precisely because of the covert action of the witches that the Orc Empire was overwhelmed.

Although the positioning stone triggered the remote signal, it was captured by the power of the Beast God. But from its descent to the nearest clan of Orcs gathered to rush to the battlefield, it still leaves the witches with the best chance to open the transverse remote portal.

The ranks of the Orcs are constantly opening up to the battlefield, while the forces of the witches are constantly pouring out the portal.

Both sides launched a bloodbath on this desolate, remote rubble plain where you died and I lived. From the current battle scene, it is clear that the witch side has the advantage of the scene, is driving the Orcs out of the vicinity of the portal, and is constantly depleting the vitality that erodes them.

The Beastman tribe has always been full of soldiers.

With 110,000 Orcs in Dead Water City, you can pull out an army of up to 110,000 Orcs.

However, it is the elites in the Legion of Orcs who are able to reach the battlefield ahead of time. As long as they are consumed here, there are some elderly women, children and the elderly, old and sick, who, while not inferior in strength to the human army, can face powerful witch forces, are not worth mentioning at all.

If the battle is well fought, it may be possible to take down the city as well.

Thus, the Witch Army is no longer alone in the Labourer Expedition, but has a strong, retractable fortress and stronghold. So after the witches negotiated, the decision was to bury all the beasts here and never allow them to escape back to the city of Dead Water!

It is precisely because of this decision that the witches, while accumulating a large number of powerful witches in the rear, did not put them into battle. Instead, they stick to the Legion of Orcs with the middle- and lower-order tides in front of them, bleeding them little by little.

As for the schemes of the beastmen in the distance, they are, of course, in the calculations of the witches.

A bunch of Lei Peng with grades but not grades 2 and 3, are you willing to take it out as a killer in a war like this?

It's a bunch of country buns that haven't seen the world!

Many witches grinned with disdain...