Age of Adepts

The war is still going on!

Unlike fighting in a small area of ​​three to five hundred people, the scenes of war involving tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people are particularly cruel and bloody.

No matter how strong your individual strength is, as long as you have not reached the level of indestructibility, you must be cautious and low-key in such a fierce and chaotic battlefield, and you should not be too ostentatious.

otherwise……

Greem once saw with his own eyes, a necromantic knight riding on a tall skeletal horse wrapped in a cold and dead air, relying on the powerful third-level strength to be invincible on the battlefield, crushing the audience,

Countless orc skull-crushers trembled in front of its tall and mighty skeleton horse, and countless orc strongmen were chopped into two pieces under its two-meter-long snow gun. Wherever it went, the halo of fear followed like a shadow, making all the orcs run away in panic.

For a moment, its ferocious flame was so powerful that no one dared to lighten its edge.

But soon, it was targeted by several equally powerful opponents in the orc army.

woo woo woo...

Amidst the howling wind, several boulders the size of a millstone rolled towards it with a piercing sonic boom.

The third-order necromancer bravely swung his knife and smashed three of them, but the last piece hit his body, and flew out amidst the sound of armor twisting and bone cracking, and fell on the crowded ground. Among the dead bodies.

As for the skeletal horse under its crotch, it was smashed into broken bones and scattered all over the ground.

The Necromancer struggled to get up from the ground. Although the bones of his whole body were broken and broken, the soul fire hidden deep in his skull was still intact. Just as it was trying to absorb the dead energy around it and try to repair its broken body, the ground around it suddenly began to tremble violently.

The third-level necromancer raised his head with difficulty, and the scarlet soul fire deep in the black hole's eye sockets suddenly shrank into a pair of sharp red lights in the shape of cross stars. He watched in horror as the head knocked away the crowd of corpses, and walked with trembling steps. A mammoth charging towards it.

The other party's body is as huge as a hill, the other party's proboscis is as flexible as a giant python, and the other party's long ivory is as unstoppable as a siege cone... What's more frightening is that the other party's huge body is as thick as a stone pillar and as big as a carriage. The soles of his feet are stepping towards him with an unstoppable momentum...

The mammoth ran wildly past the Necromancer Knight, crushing its entire body together with the head wrapped in Soulfire into bone fragments all over the ground.

The mournful wailing of the third-order necromancer before the death of the soul resounded in the void...

The orc shaman perched on the back of the war elephant waved a thick staff with horns, chattered in a strange language that no one could understand, and from time to time condensed a dazzling red light from the palm of his hand and shot it into the body. Inside the Mammoth.

A dozen orc spear-throwers gathered around the orc shaman, shouting loudly, and throwing their short spears into the crowd of black corpses under the elephant's feet. The war elephant with blood-red eyes stimulated by the 'Rage Technique' even raised its long trunk and let out a long cry that shocked the audience, and ran towards the portal with its head buried.

In front of the eight-meter-high mammoth, most of the undead became dwarves clustered around the giant. With their size and strength, they are simply powerless to stop the crazy advance of the mammoth.

However, this extremely arrogant war mammoth only survived for 43 seconds longer than that Tier 3 Necromancer Knight.

Under the command of the lich hiding in the tide of corpses, the high-level necromancers fired a volley of spells, and used intensive artillery fire to smash the mammoth war elephant and a dozen orcs on its back into a sieve.

With a mournful howl, the gigantic mammoth fell to the ground covered in blood and collapsed!

A huge cloud of gray smoke was splashed at the scene.

Blood was spattering, and severed limbs and severed heads were flying in the air...

At the front of the winding battlefield that stretches for several miles, countless orcs are fighting and fighting with the tide of undead.

They give up their lives and forget their lives.

But their lives seem extremely humble and cheap at this moment!

Countless orc warriors fought bloody battles, chopping down countless ugly zombies with giant axes or war hammers. However, the splattered purple-black viscous rotting blood contained terrible epidemic bacteria, and puffs of yellow-green smoke exploded all over the battlefield, and the orc warriors involved in it coughed wildly.

The large area of ​​festering abscesses made them overflow with blood when they moved, their bulging muscles were rapidly eroding, and their mighty and strong bodies began to quickly collapse and decay.

Rotten blood zombies, poisonous zombies, plague zombies...

Each one was shriveled and shriveled, like a walking mummy-like undead exploded into a puff of smoke under the massacre of the orc army, and soon overturned most of the battlefield under a terrible poisonous cloud.

Under the control of high-level necromancers, these poisonous clouds even began to gather into a plague frenzy, rushing towards the most densely populated place of the orc army.

Orc warriors may not be afraid of powerful and tall enemies, but they never dare to face this kind of tiny deadly poisonous bacteria that can't be killed or smashed. Their original dense and thick team began to gradually loosen and collapse.

Puff puff……

A series of large fireballs shot from behind the orc army, exploding a sea of ​​flames in the plague tide.

Countless noisy and subtle hisses of poisonous insects gathered into a huge sound wave, swirling and stirring above the battlefield.

For a time, countless poisonous insects and bacteria were burned to death by the high-temperature flames!

Although such a move could not stop the advance of the plague frenzy, it also greatly reduced the damage the opponent could cause. This also relieved the conservative orc legion, and did not collapse immediately.

It's those orc shamans accompanying the army!

The witches behind the corpse wave cast their eyes coldly on this group of orc shamans who were covered in animal skins, with feathers on their heads, and gaudy magic patterns painted on their faces and bodies.

Compared with ordinary orcs, these orc shamans are a little thinner.

But looking at the thick ram's horn staff in their hands, it's not a problem to smash the enemy's head with it.

In terms of strength alone, even the worst fighter in the orc army has a physique not inferior to that of a high-level body training apprentice. Even most of the qualified orc fighters in the legion have reached the level of quasi-shaman training body.

According to a normal comparison of strength, an official wizard in the wizarding world can easily slaughter about ten orc warriors. If there were more orcs, it would be hard for a Tier 1 wizard not to suffer some damage.

If the two sides fight to the death with unlimited means, a level 1 wizard may be able to fight off 20-30 orc warriors, but he will also die under the opponent's simple and crude stone hammer or battle axe.

No way, the wizard's body is still too weak!

As long as the layers of shields and witchcraft protection are broken, the wizard's body is not necessarily stronger than ordinary humans. A slash on the neck, or a big hole in the stomach, even those noble wizards will die.

And these orc shamans are equivalent to a weakened version of an official wizard.

The magic power they have is too simple, except for sporadic berserk spells, bloodthirsty spells, and big fireballs, there are almost no powerful spells. The only strange thing about them is that they can use the power of four elements at the same time, and their ability to release buff spells, healing or damage is actually done by using strange totem poles.

They inserted wooden totem poles one meter high and the thickness of goose eggs into the ground in front of them, and they could quickly summon the corresponding magic elements in their hands. And the spells they released were not powerful, but they were unprecedentedly fast.

Greem squinted his eyes and watched silently behind.

Through chip perception, he could vaguely feel that the strange magic lines painted all over the body of the orc shaman and the strange patterns engraved on the totem pole seemed to echo each other in terms of the vibration frequency of the elements.

The vibration and changing frequency of the magic halos on both sides are almost exactly the same!

what is this? Magical resonance or elemental harmonic? By what means did they make a cold, dead object become like a living body, capable of sensing and absorbing free magic elements in space?

Miniaturized and weakened versions of the Elemental Altar?

A series of questions rose from Greem's mind.

No wonder those wizards all like to conquer other worlds. Sure enough, any alien plane has a lot of mysterious knowledge and mysteries waiting for them to explore and study!

At this moment, he really wanted to catch an orc shaman immediately, cut open his head and study it carefully.

However, Greem could only silently put this thought back to the bottom of his heart when he saw the orc shamans surrounded by the orc shamans who were sturdy and strong, and the orc sword masters were quick and capable.

If the Skull Crusher belonged to the Orc warriors of the ordinary level, then these Orc Sword Masters belonged to the elite Orc warriors of the Body Refining Wizard level.

They are not tall, and their bodies are not as burly as ordinary orc warriors, but they are extremely agile and fast when they walk, lie, stand, and walk. The weapons they use are not thick and heavy war hammers or giant axes, but a pair of flat and narrow fierce swords or terrible long swords.

This also means that their attacks are mainly quick and sensitive, taking into account the explosive power of their bodies!

If he rushed over like this and was beaten by a group of orc sword masters wielding big knives, his fate would not be much better than being stuffed into a roller knife array and stirring for a long time.

The orc sword master has the ultimate physical explosive power and attack speed, coupled with the four-element power of the orc shaman, although there are no high-level existences in their team, Greem, the second-level peak The powerful fire witch still dare not try it lightly.

In such a battlefield where ferocious beasts run rampant and strong men gather, being cautious and low-key is the only way to save your life!

Not all the orcs were the kind of muscles that could only use brute force. Under Greem's peek, the group of orcs far behind the orc army was most likely the real strong in the opponent's team.

Greem just wondered why they had endured for such a long time, but still didn't launch a surprise attack on the portal. Can't they see that the orc legion is already crumbling under the impact of the witch army?