Although night had already fallen, there was no sign of peaceful sleep inside the camp.
The over-energetic orc warriors gathered around piles of bonfires, drinking strong wine, beating their chests or weapons, singing vague ancient songs, laughing and cursing loudly, without any trace of the tension of a dangerous battle.
feel.
But in the tallest cowhide tent in the center of the camp, more than a dozen strong orcs with sturdy bodies and aura of cruelty and violence were gathered together, arguing loudly about something.
At the top of the tent is an extremely muscular werewolf with two simple and long narrow swords stuck behind his back. He is wearing soft cowhide armor with special magical runes painted on it, and a string of weapons hanging from his neck.
A white bone necklace made of animal bones and fangs. The knees, shoulders and elbows were all covered with hard cowhide, covered with ferocious spikes that were still stained with blood.
Sitting next to him is a shaman whose body is covered with strange feathers, whose nose and lips are pierced with terrifying animal teeth, and whose body exposed outside the leather robe is covered with colorful germanium mud.
The one who can sit upright in the tent is at least one level orc. They are all powerful and sturdy, and their dusty and scratched animal skin armor has an aura of cruelty that cannot be concealed.
However, just as they were arguing loudly about how to encircle and suppress the group of evil wizards hiding in the mountains, the orc shaman who had been sitting quietly next to him suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise on his face.
Looking into the depths of the mountains.
Although the number of orc shamans is rare, they are the most admired and respected in the orc tribe. They can communicate with the superior orc gods through special sacrificial rituals, so they have become the leader of the orc tribe and have great influence on the development of the tribe.
and the group of people who have the most say in decisions.
"High Priest Sanger, have you discovered anything?" The most powerful werewolf, who was in charge, stretched out his hand to stop the roars of many of his subordinates, and asked with a frown.
Although it did not perceive the specific situation, the chills from the bottom of its heart suddenly made it alert.
It has no divination skills, so it is naturally impossible to see the movements of the group of evil wizards a hundred miles away. But with the advanced power of the fourth level, it is already qualified to contact the illusory plane consciousness.
It seems...Mother Earth is sending some kind of warning message to it in this way.
An unknown danger is approaching this team beyond its perception!
"It's those intruders..." The ugly features of the Sanger High Priest have been curled up together. He is coughing violently, and his pure white eyes reflect an unconcealable look of panic and fear: "
They don’t know what they did, and they seriously offended Mother Earth! Mother Earth issued a warning to me, asking us to escape immediately...immediately, quickly...it will be too late if it is any later!"
"Are those invading wizards trying to sneak attack us?" The werewolf leader said in shock: "With their power, it seems they can't defeat us, right?"
"Yeah, let them come! We orcs are never afraid of them..."
"I'm going to wake up those little bastards and give them a head-on blow..."
Several orcs who were obviously overwhelmed by violence immediately started shouting, as if they could rush forward and chop down any enemy that came.
The whole tent immediately became noisy and boiling again.
"Shut up! Shut up... Shut up the hell! Listen... what's the sound outside?" The werewolf leader suddenly cocked his ears, his face showing the sound of listening carefully.
All the orcs fell silent and listened.
Sure enough, a strange and continuous roar of explosions suddenly came from the distance, getting closer and louder...
For no reason, upon hearing this voice, the orc shaman spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body began to tremble.
"An enemy is attacking!"
Everything...
One by one, the strong orcs broke through the big cowhide tent and slowly rose into the sky.
Although they do not know how to fly and are not blessed by divine magic, with their unparalleled brute strength and extremely sturdy body, they can also temporarily overcome the gravity of the earth to achieve this short-distance floating effect.
More orc warriors emerged from tents filled with patches, shouting and picking up their weapons and looking towards the sky where explosions were heard in the distance.
There, at the end of the sky, clusters of bright red and beautiful halos of flames are slowly spreading out, as dazzling as super-large fireworks set off during festivals.
But judging from the order in which the fireworks appeared, it seemed that they were heading straight towards their camp.
Greem came riding on the night wind and found this orc team with almost no effort.
Compared with other wizards, Greem's appearance is indeed too cool and cool. The path of slowly blooming flames behind him perfectly marks his flight path in the sky, even if he is surrounded by hundreds of people.
You can see clearly inside and outside.
However, as Greem is a level 5 legendary fire wizard, there is really no need to cover up or be careful in this medium-sized Mutas plane.
After a flame leaped over the orc camp, Greem gathered his body and bent down to scan the dozen or so tough orc figures and the large group of orc warriors running and shouting beneath them.
"A group of ants..."
Greem's face showed a trace of the fierce and solemn look unique to wizards. He raised his hand, and a vast meteor shower appeared that could almost cover the entire orc camp.
Although his power was limited to level 4, with his far superior knowledge, skills and level suppression, he faced dozens of level 4 orcs without any fear.
Meteors and fire showers reaching the peak level of the fourth level were beckoning, and they immediately swept across the entire visual field.
Meteor fireballs filled with flame energy and carrying a trace of immortality fell into the sky like raindrops. Wherever they reached, huge dust pillars more than ten meters high were set off.
Rings of crimson flames slowly spread and enveloped a large number of orc warriors.
Whether it is the shock wave of the fireball explosion or the stunningly beautiful ring of flames, they are extremely deadly to ordinary orc warriors.
The tough leather armor and large shield they were once proud of were as thin as a piece of mugwort paper when washed away by the terrifying golden flames.
And their strong and tall bodies were unable to withstand the burning of the terrifying flames. They cried and wailed one after another, running around in the fire scene. Until the same flames spurted out from their facial features and pores all over their bodies, they looked like roots.
It fell to the ground like a rotten tree and turned into a pile of blackened and withered ashes.
The big cowhide tent was set on fire, the carriages, donkey carts and tents were set on fire, the earth and sky were set on fire, and the orcs between heaven and earth were also set on fire...
The number of orcs in front of us is as high as 000, and the average level is 1st level. If placed in the entire Mutas plane, the orc team is one of the most powerful. Even if it is thrown into other large planes, it can turn the place upside down and cause chaos.
Earth-shaking.
However, in front of a legendary fire wizard like Greem, they were really like a swarm of ants. Not to mention fighting back, even looking up at the light around him felt dazzling.
Ordinary orcs can't fight back, but it doesn't mean that these dozen strong orcs don't have the power to fight back.
roar……
Ouch...
With roars that shook the sky and the earth, the dozen orc strongmen took out their weapons and rushed towards Greem from all directions.
But Greem's gaze passed over all the orcs and landed on the big cowhide tent.
The smell of divine magic... There is also an orc shaman here?
Greem cast the spell without hesitation. After 1 or 5 seconds of rapid casting, a mushroom cloud-like fire core exploded slowly in the cowhide tent. The life breath of the Sanger High Priest was secretly contacting the rear.
It weakened instantly.
If one witchcraft can't kill it...then add another witchcraft!
Greem was about to continue casting spells when a dozen strong orcs, led by the werewolf leader, rushed to his side.
"Seeking death!" Greem shouted softly, and the burning field that had not appeared for a long time instantly enveloped the land with a radius of one kilometer around him.
Those strong orcs who had just rushed into the sky were immediately surrounded by flames. In their hands, all the metal products on their bodies immediately became hot. It was as if they had been thrown into a furnace of flames. Let alone fighting, even
Breathing became so painful and torturous.
Those level 4 orcs could muster the violent power and barely block the terrifying flames from spreading. But nearly half of the level 4 orcs didn't even have the strength to block the intrusion of flames, so they burned into a human-shaped torch.
, screaming and falling from the sky.
"Cut him..."
"Kill him quickly..."
One after another, the fourth-level orcs roared and rushed forward, condensing various weapons with unparalleled power and swung at Greem's body from all angles.
In particular, the werewolf leader turned into a gray lightning, instantly penetrated Greem's body and appeared in the sky behind him.
Sixty-seven criss-crossing gray blades immediately appeared on Greem's body, and his whole body began to collapse.
"Long live! Howell, you are the strongest!"
"marvelous!"
Several strong orcs who saw this scene immediately cheered.
Only the werewolf leader who powerfully 'killed' the evil fire wizard didn't have any joy in his eyes. He suddenly looked back and shouted: "Get out of here...that's not his true form..."
However, the reminder was too late.
The next second, Greem's flame clone suddenly exploded, turning into an even larger wave of flames that engulfed all the surrounding orcs.
In the vast sea of fire on the ground, Greem's true form slowly emerged, holding the orc shaman whose body was mostly charred black.
The werewolf leader who witnessed this scene screamed and rushed down into the sky again... (To be continued)