Age of Adepts

The late Lei Peng Raid Squad joined the battle in a hurry when the current war was in its fifth hour.

This also signals that the brutal and bloody depletion on the ground has lost its rightful meaning, and that the centre of gravity of war has shifted from the ground to half-sky.

There are as many as sixty Orc fighters, most of them Orc Warriors and Shamans with strong bodies, and the rest are good fighters of other races, organized by the Orcs.

Orc Warriors and Shamans ride or sit on top of Lei Peng in a wild posture from the sky and earth on the tall portal that is still swallowing alien creatures.

It's the real battle that determines this situation, the war wins and loses.

Perhaps it was to see the beasts leaning out and the witches no longer intolerant, flying into the sky with every means at their disposal. Especially with the death witch leader Khusuna the wind pulled the most, riding that four-stage corpse dragon Ateste up into the sky in a whirring wind, blocking the path of the beasts.

War has always been the death of you, the death of me, and there is no possibility of peaceful coexistence.

As a result, there was no need for the parties to talk and consult, and the moment they met, they pulled off the scene and played a hedge.

It has to be said that the Warriors of the Orcs, though a fierce and fierce warrior, especially after ascending to the upper order, are even more aggressive, and the Buddhas block the Buddhas from killing the Buddhas, and the Gods block the Gods from killing the Gods. Unfortunately, they still have a huge flaw: they cannot fly, they cannot attack remotely.

Orc warriors are like natural elemental insulators, and less than one in 10,000 Orcs in the community who are able to master elemental talents to become Shamans are 120 human probabilities, 1,400 of the Elves.

So, even after advancing to higher ranks, Orc warriors can't transform life energy into a powerful fighting force, like humans and elves, mastering some powerful medium-range tactics. Even if they are promoted to higher ranks, they are only enhanced by stronger bodies, stronger bursts, greater resistance to magic and physical * resilience.

Other than that, there's nothing left!

And even if such high-ranking warriors are fighting gods, the witches are not afraid at all!

The first wave of long-range attacks erupted in clusters with both parties approaching quickly in the sky when the distance was less than 500 metres.

On the side of the Orc camp, only these 30 Lei Peng and the Orcs were able to provoke long-range attacks.

The sparkling thunderstorm and an empty fireball were swallowed up by a more gorgeous and dreadful flood of witchcraft before waiting close to the Witch Cluster, and the whole Orc Assault Force was cleansed again.

Those 3rd order Leipeng can also support a lightning barrier to protect themselves and the Orcs on their backs, suffering in the raging wave of witchcraft. And the lightning barrier raised outside of Grade 2 Leipeng suddenly burst into a raging thunderstorm before it lasted for 3 seconds, one can only groan and quickly avoid the terrible sorcery smashed from the face.

As for the many strong eagles who followed Lei Peng closely, they swung their wings and clashed left and right in the dense and foggy witchcraft attack. They have no magic protection, no squamous armor protection, and the soft and fragile wings behind them are slightly swept by the aftermath of witchcraft, which is the end of the shock fall.

Less than 100 meters high is not enough to kill them, but waiting for them underneath is an ugly zombie who looks up to the sky and shouts strange noises in his mouth.

The Beastman Raid Squad was 13 less in just one hit.

Those who fell into the sky wanted to touch the portal, cross close to kilometers of battlefield space, and plug countless horrible dead spirits in between. Don't think these howls are good for dead spirits with sticky mouths.

In their dense teams, nobody knows where to hide high-end death spirits of levels 3 or 4. Those low-key witches come at random with a death finger or a decree: Death is enough to kill bad luck for those who are not mentally resilient enough.

And only focus on cultivating the flesh * body, rarely exercise the spirit of the Orc, no doubt such a wretched bastard!

The spell that broke out in the sky undoubtedly caught Grimm's attention, but it was the rainy 3rd Orc that caught his attention.

In the world of wizards, the chances of finding a battle with a 3rd level presence are virtually slim. Even if it is, it usually heralds that the Deep Red family is already facing a life-threatening crisis. How can you look for the easiest 3 steps in the world with two big eyes open like this!

Huh, that hand fell from the sky, half my body is already burnt black seems to be an Orc Sword Saint... No, you can't choose it! Kensei is too aggressive to resist a fierce blow from anyone on the team.

Huh... Looks like another 3rd level Lei Peng fell over there... No, it still has an Orc on its back, that guy seems to be a 4th level!

Grimm's black eyes gleam blue in the rainy 'Big Head', quickly discerning the basic strength of every Orc strong man. Although most Orc surfaces haunt a powerful vital field, distorting detection ripples emanating from the chip prevents very detailed body data from being obtained.

But only with the fuzzy information that the chip feeds back, Grimm has done everything possible to find those hazard factors in the gloomy red.

After all, they came to this Johnson position under the banner of the Witch of Destiny to help with boxing. Without a handful of results, there is no way to stand up straight on the waist inside the Witch. Previously helping witch forces slaughter low-ranking Orcs can only be considered basic hardship, and only in such high-intensity, high-intensity frontal warfare can efforts to kill each other's high-ranking presence be the best leverage to measure the results of auxiliary forces.

So, after weighing the basic strength of the square, Grimm quickly and boldly targeted the hunting targets on the fallen 3rd order Orcs.

“What the hell are you waiting for? Shouldn't this be the time to rush up and fight? There are so many delicious food here today...” Standing by her side, a pair of much-needed maries licking her red lips, the red eyes swimming left and right on a fat ‘blood diet’, difficult to choose.

Alice looked smiling and curious with a glimpse of Grimm.

To be honest, although she is an expensive witch of destiny, able to spy on the life trajectory of most individuals of life, only the witch ‘master’ in front of her is somewhat confused.

She discovered Grimchit's soul traits a long time ago!

This leads to strange distortions and unpredictable changes as long as anything she predicts involves Grimm. And this‘ anomaly 'is not artificial, but a deliberate and unintentional blessing.

It also heralds that anyone who wants to predict Grim's secrecy will only get one wrong result!

Not only does he, even the guys who clung up beside him, stain this‘ inaccurate ’characteristic, becoming an' odd number 'off the original fate trajectory.

Like this Mary in front of you, on the trajectory of her destiny, is an absolutely difficult sorcerer to advance to and will die during her apprenticeship. But now...

The same goes for Alice!

Alice had predicted countless times that her trajectory of destiny would be halted at the moment when the Tower of Destiny opened. But just because she ‘unintentionally' encountered Grimm and became the other's soul servant, there was an unpredictable deviation from her fate trajectory.

The chain reaction caused by this deviation was too great to be able to clean up even the first appointed lucky witch who had crossed the void.

Upon promotion to the Destiny Witch, Alice had countless opportunities to break the soul contract between herself and Grimm. But thinking and thinking, Alice gave up silently.

Without Grimm's ‘Black Hole of Destiny', she is not confident in fighting an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Alice clearly sees that her biggest chip against the old monster is neither the identity of the Destiny Witch nor the many subordinates beneath her, but Grimm.

So, all along, she tied her destiny tightly to Grimm. While there is also a part of the love ingredient, more is guided by the instincts and destiny of the soul.

Since destiny makes them meet and make them support each other, she naturally has only 'fate'!

And just as Alice smiled sophisticated, the rest of the Dark Red Wizards turned their trust to Grimm.

They believe in their chief, in his choices and judgments!

Under his leadership, the rise of the Deep Red family is unstoppable and inevitable! And it is they who are the witnesses and the creators of this miracle, who are glorious!

Immovable and standing Grimm finally found a suitable goal in the eyes of his companions and subordinates.

3rd Orc Shaman... and a 2nd Lei Peng!

Such combinations, although somewhat different from their own plans, remain within the purview of the Deep Red family hunt.

Grimm immediately issued a series of combat orders without hesitation.

A clear battlefield coordinate immediately emerged in Gru's brain, which was slowly advancing in the witch corpse tide. Under its command, an array of up to 300 magic shooters immediately turned their bodies and began shooting overburden into the predetermined area.

Burning rays like spider webs instantly covered the area where the 3rd Orc Shaman fell...

Meanwhile, deep-red members, who have been shrinking near the portal, have begun to move quickly towards the region.

The combination of Grim and Ames is particularly striking in a rising great shore shape!