Age of Adepts

Orc Mad Warrior is killing wildly.

It opens its big mouth and reveals a beastly twisted smile, waving a giant axe almost a full round of arms, burgeoning muscles creeping, and thick, snake-like blood vessels swinging wildly beneath the skin.

With terrible divine power, an abusive but explosive force surged wildly within it. Its mind was gradually struck out of its mind, trying only to kill into the crowd and destroy everything that looked bad.

And behind an Orc warrior who had doubled his size, an Orc shadow was clearly visible with a hammer raised up and roaring, like that big hunting and flying tribal flag.

After gaining Divine Power, the otherwise fierce Orc Maniac Warrior becomes more unstoppable!

Its barefoot knock-knock-knock on the ground leaves a small, tortoise-like pit in place at each step. And every step it takes, the giant axe in its hand swings quickly, and under the ripples of terror, no metal magic can withstand the attack of the 3rd Orc Warrior.

Seriously, the power ripples inspired by Orc Maniac Warriors do not belong to any magical powers, nor are they the tactics inspired by knights or other combatants combined with life energy, but are just a violent force!

The strength of the Orc Warrior has now reached 37 points, which is already an unbreakable power of the Great Shore. Few have the same power to compete with them, at least inside the position.

So every time it waves a giant axe, the amount of madness squeezes the air in front of the axe blade in the shortest possible time, compresses it into a visible corrugation of air, and then shakes it out. Thus, the Orc Warrior, while not having any long-range tactics, also used his unmatched divine power to create an alternative long-range attack.

This air ripple may not reach far, but within twenty or thirty meters it is unbreakable, ferocious and inexpensive!

Running all the way, crushing dead and rotten!

The 1st Demon Archer is in front of this 3rd Orc Crazy Warrior, like a bunch of matchmakers built with wooden sticks, and a little touch is the end of a splash. Don't say you're blocking each other's progress, you can't even stall each other.

In past battles, metal magic with only 1st degree strength always crushed the enemy with its own strength and indestructible body. But after meeting this Orc Warrior today, they were also crushed.

The whole battle scene is brutal and unspeakable!

The Orc Warrior, though insane and furious, still knows that the biggest enemy in front of him is the human witch in the red robe with red hair and dark eyes. So even as it opens the knot, it expands and grows to the point where some twisted body is still rushing wildly towards Grimm.

It only takes seven or eight seconds for a Class 3 Orc Maniac Warrior.

Almost instantly, the Orc Warrior killed the Magic Archers and rushed into Grimm's sight.

Behind it, seventeen pieces of metal magic, or hips, or slashes, or pieces of bone, were lying flat, almost entirely incomplete.

This undulating explosion continues unabated!

Woo……

The giant axe whistled, carrying one side and three sides, and four air ripples suddenly hit Grimm.

An attack of this intensity cannot be resisted by witchcraft alone.

This is also one of the most important reasons most practitioners don't like to fight fighters in close combat!

Most of the spells inspired by the practitioner, even those monomeric spells, only slightly concentrate the strength of the elements. At the time of the eruption of the law, it remained a divergent force.

All fighters, however, are able to concentrate their strength and then condense it again, even if it excites them, and their strength always converges a little bit. This also gives the fighters a strange breaking defense that far exceeds that of the doer!

As a Stage 2, Grimm's summoned Lava Shield may be able to block 2—3 witchcraft attacks by peer wizards, but not a close attack by peer fighters.

As a result, he jumped out without hesitation as he faced a violent blow from a third-degree Orc maniac warrior.

A flame bursting sound sounded in his eyes.

Grimm's tall body emerged on another open space 100 metres away as the fire ring burst.

And in place, Mary scolded and turned into a speedy, ghostly shadow of blood, hanging with that Orc Crazy Warrior madly.

Speaking of strangulation, it was actually a unilateral Orc Maniac Warrior attack, while Mary was madly dodging.

Mary has accumulated a number of tactics and tactics to deal with high-ranking enemies since she upgraded her strength to level 2.

The Orc Warrior in front of him is as powerful as 37 points, but his agility is at most just 18 points. This data may be crushing in the face of a first-order creature, but when it faces Mary, the bloody queen with agility up to 27 points, some of that wild and unparalleled attack can't keep up with Mary's speedy figure.

But Mary spins countless laps around the Orc Warrior, experimenting countless times with super corrosive blood claws, but still cannot penetrate the invisible life force field outside the other party's body.

In the world of high demons, spirituality, life, something so invisible and untouchable, if thick to a certain degree, can also form a terrible force. Especially when the energy of life is large enough to distort space and magnetic fields, an invisible life junction emerges.

Beyond the Vitality Field, Mary can escape clumsy and violent attacks with super agility. But once she breaks into each other's life force fields, any hesitation or mistake could bring a terrible extinction upon herself.

With the attack power of the 3rd Class Orc Maniac Warrior, as soon as it's solid, Mary can only fall into pieces and burst into pieces. Although such an attack may not kill her at once, that terrible pain is something she would never like to taste!

And the battle between Mary and the Orc Warrior also made the scene a chicken-flying dog jump.

Where the violent air ripples pass, the dark red wizards hide, even the metal magic cannot be avoided!

Beyond 100 meters, Grimm roared and three six-metre terror flames rose to the ground, once again becoming the focus of attention on the field.

“Kill…”

A low, sinking, boring roar, Grimm, the incarnate demon, issued an attack order, and a large number of demon archers and shield guards stepped on the ruins and stormed from all sides, launching an assault on the last remaining army of the Orcs.

And in the struggling metal army, the grand fierce figure of the 3rd order thyron looks remarkable.

Seeing that this head should have stayed only in the legendary high-ranking magical creature, the wild will of the Orc Maniac Warrior stagnated sharply, and the senseless mind was suppressed with signs of spinning in the raging dragon.

But under the influence of the savage and violent soul nature of the Orc, the Orc Warrior still roared and launched a Death Strike against Grade 3 Leron Ames...

The battle fell half an hour later.

Not surprisingly, the Orc Residual Army was beaten to the death and wounded by a crowded legion of magic. The battle did not end until the last Orc fighter who stood before the Temple was defeated.

When Grimm's tall flaming body, transformed into a fiery demon, appeared in front of the Temple Gate, three skinny, dried animals, Shaman, shivered in front of him.

One-meter eight Orc Shamans may not be low enough for mankind, but for a fireman as tall as six meters, they are as small as the dwarf tribe next to the giant.

Grimm lowered his head and his eyes, burning with bright yellow flames, stared coldly at the beasts in front of him, Shamans, mocking with a majestic and arrogant voice: "A second order and two first steps… What, are you still going to block me with your tiny bodies? ”

The prayer ceremony, which lasted all day and night, had obviously exhausted the health and energy of the three Orcs, but what made them even more desperate was their constant inability to contact the great Beast God. Like some kind of powerful interference, the Beast Temple and the main temple, far from Pombeth City, have lost the necessary connection, not to mention Arug, the tallest beast god in communication.

Without the glorious possession of the Beast God, the Warriors of the Beast are particularly powerful when fighting. If the Temple of the Beast hadn't accumulated some of the power of faith and barely protected the surrounding area, I'm afraid even the temple would have collapsed in the fierce shelling just now.

Now, the only third-degree Orc warrior in the city has fallen into a bloodbath, and the opposing third-degree thyron, although scarred, is recovering quickly under the careful treatment of a wizard. As for the other Orcs, they are either dead or mutilated, and it is no longer possible to guard the safety of the Temple.

At this moment in Makren City, there are only three ‘old and sick' Orcs left to stop the enemy from moving forward!

“Evil invaders, as long as you can get out of here, we can not hold you accountable for the sins you have committed…” cries a skinny, dry old beast like an old man.

Its skinny body was covered with black and purple birthmarks, just a few words out loud had made it gasp, its chest snoring like a group of old windboxes pulled together.

Even if you only use your eyes to see, you can tell that this old man has been dead for a long time.

But the beast floating in his body, bravery and glory, still forced him to stand up in front of the tall fireman, blocking each other from moving forward with his thin body.

“Accountability? Hahaha...” Grimm laughed heavenly and seemed to hear the most laughable joke in the world: “You may not have heard clearly just now, then I will tell you again... we are not here to invade you...”

“We are here to destroy this seat! ”

As the loud roar roared in the hall, Grimm burned a fierce flame of lava hands clapping...