This is a lively and noisy orc camp.
Even though night was already low, there was no sign of quiet sleep inside the camp.
The orc warriors with excess energy gathered around piles of bonfires, drank strong wine, slapped their chests or weapons, sang vague and deep ancient songs, laughed and cursed loudly, and did not see the tension of the fierce battle feel.
But in the tallest cowhide tent in the center of the camp, more than a dozen strong orcs with a cruel and tyrannical aura are gathering together, arguing loudly.
And at the top of the camp is a werewolf with an extremely strong figure, with two quaint long and narrow sabers stuck in his back, wearing a cowhide soft armor painted with special magical runes, and hanging around his neck is a string made of A bone necklace strung together with animal bones and fangs, the knees, shoulders and elbows are covered with hard cowhide, covered with ferocious spikes that are still bloodstained.
Sitting next to him was a shaman covered in strange feathers, with terrifying animal teeth on his nose and lips, and his body exposed outside his leather robe covered in colorful germanium mud.
The one who can sit upright in the tent is at least a Tier 3 orc. They are all powerful and sturdy, and there is an unconcealable cruelty on the animal skin battle armor covered with dust and scratches.
However, just as they were arguing loudly about how to encircle and suppress the group of evil wizards hiding in the deep mountains, the orc shaman who had been sitting quietly beside him suddenly raised his head with a look of surprise on his face. Looking into the depths of the mountain.
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 rites, so they become the group of people who have the most say in the development and decision of the tribe besides the orc patriarch.
"High Priest Sanger, have you discovered anything?" The most powerful werewolf who occupied the throne reached out his hand to stop the roar of many subordinates, and asked with a frown.
Although it didn't perceive the specific situation, the chill from the bottom of its heart made it suddenly vigilant.
It didn't have divination skills, so it was naturally impossible to see the movement of the group of evil wizards hundreds of miles away. But with the power of the fourth-level advanced, it is already qualified to touch the illusory plane consciousness.
It seems... Mother Earth is sending some kind of warning signal to it in this way.
An unknown danger is attacking this team beyond its perception!
"It's those intruders..." High Priest Sanger's ugly facial features have curled up together, he is coughing violently, and there is an unconcealable look of panic and fear in his pure white pupils: "They I don’t know what I did, and I seriously angered Mother Earth! Mother Earth issued a warning to me, telling us to flee immediately... Immediately, quickly... If it is too late, it will be too late!"
"Are those invading wizards trying to attack us?" The werewolf leader said in shock, "With their power, it seems impossible to defeat us, right?"
"Yeah, let them come! We orcs are never afraid of them..."
"I'm going to wake up the brats right now, just in time to give them a head-on blow..."
A few orcs, who were visibly overwhelmed by violence, immediately began to shout, as if they could rush up and chop down any enemy that came.
Immediately, the entire big tent became noisy and boiling again.
"Shut up! Shut up...shut up all the fuck! Listen...what's the sound outside?" The werewolf leader raised his ears, his face showing a voice of listening carefully.
All the orcs fell silent and listened.
Sure enough, there was a strange and continuous explosion sound from a distance, and it was getting closer and louder...
For no reason, upon hearing this sound, the orc shaman spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body trembled a little.
"An enemy is coming!"
all...
A strong orc smashed through the cowhide tent and slowly rose to the sky.
Although they don't know the flying technique, and they don't have the blessing of divine magic, but with their violent brute force and extremely sturdy body, they can also temporarily overcome the gravity of the earth to achieve this short-distance floating effect.
More orc warriors crawled out from the tents piled high with patches, shouting and picking up their weapons, looking towards the sky where the sound of explosions was heard in the distance.
There, at the end of the sky, groups of bright red and beautiful flame halos are slowly spreading out, just like the super-large fireworks that are set off in festivals.
It's just that looking at the order in which the fireworks appeared, they seemed to be heading straight for their camp.
Greem came riding on the night wind and found the orc team with little effort.
Compared to other wizards, Greem's way of appearing on the stage is indeed too cool and brutal. The road of flames slowly blooming behind him perfectly marks his flight path in the sky, even if he is hundreds of miles away, he can see it clearly.
However, as a Greem level 5 Legendary Fire Witch, in this medium-sized Mutas plane, there was really no need to cover up or be careful.
After a flame jump appeared in the sky above the orc camp, Greem condensed his body and bent down to scan the figures of the dozen orc strong orcs, as well as the large group of orc warriors running and shouting below them.
"A group of ants..."
Greem's face showed a stern and serious look unique to wizards, and as soon as he raised his hand, a meteor shower with a vast area that could almost cover the entire orc camp appeared.
Although his strength was limited to level 4, but relying on the knowledge, skills and level suppression far surpassing the opponent, he did not have the slightest fear in the face of more than a dozen strong orcs of level 3 and 4.
A meteor fire shower as high as the 4th peak level was beckoning, sweeping the entire field of vision immediately.
Meteors and fireballs that were soaked in flame energy and carried a trace of inextinguishable breath fell into the sky like raindrops. Wherever it reached, huge dust pillars more than ten meters high were set off, which turned into scarlet flame rings that slowly spread and engulfed a large number of orc warriors.
Whether it's the shock wave from the bursting fireball or the beautiful ring of flames, they are extremely deadly to ordinary orc warriors.
The tough leather armor and large leather shield they were once proud of were as thin as a piece of wormwood paper under the washing of the terrifying golden flames.
And their strong and tall bodies couldn't resist the burning of the terrifying flames, crying and wailing one after another, running around in the fire field. It wasn't until the same flame spewed out from the facial features and the pores of the whole body that it fell to the ground like rotten wood and turned into a pile of scorched black and withered ash.
The cowhide tent was ignited, the carriage, donkey cart and tent were ignited, the earth and sky were ignited, and the orcs in the world were also ignited...
The number in front of us is as high as 3,000, and the average level of the orc team is 1st level, and it is also a first-class and powerful team in the entire Mutas plane. Even if it is thrown into other large planes, it can turn the world upside down and make a mess there.
However, in front of a legendary fire witch like Greem, they were really like a group 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 have no power to fight back.
Roar…
Aww...
Amidst a roar that shook the sky and the ground, the dozen orc strongmen took out their weapons one after another, and rushed towards Greem from all directions.
But Greem's eyes passed all the orcs, and landed in the big cowhide tent.
The smell of magical breath... There is also an orc shaman here
Greem cast the spell without hesitation. After 1.5 seconds of fast casting, a mushroom cloud-like fiery nuclear explosion slowly rose in the cowhide tent. The breath of life of the high priest Sanger who was secretly contacting the rear weakened instantly.
One witchcraft can't kill it... then add another witchcraft!
Greem was about to continue casting spells when the dozen orc strong men rushed to his side led by the werewolf leader.
"Looking for death!" Greem yelled lightly, and the burning field that hadn't appeared for a long time instantly enveloped a thousand-meter radius around him.
Those strong orcs who had just rushed into the sky were immediately surrounded by flames, and all the metal products in their hands and bodies immediately became hot. The whole person is like being thrown into a flaming furnace, not to mention fighting, even breathing becomes so painful and tormented.
Those Tier 4 orcs could still gather their berserk power, and barely kept the terrifying flames from burning out. But nearly half of the third-order orcs didn't even have the strength to stop the flames from invading, so they turned into human-shaped torches, screaming and falling to the sky.
"Cut him..."
"Kill him quickly..."
A Tier 4 orc charged forward roaring, and swung all kinds of weapons with unparalleled strength towards Greem's body from all angles.
In particular, the werewolf leader turned into a gray lightning bolt, which instantly penetrated Greem's body and appeared in the sky behind him.
Six or seven criss-crossing gray saber forces immediately appeared on Greem's body, and his whole body began to collapse.
"Long live! Howell, you are the strongest!"
"marvelous!"
Seeing this scene, several strong orcs cheered immediately.
Only the leader of the werewolf who 'killed' the evil fire witch did not show any joy in his eyes. It looked back abruptly, and shouted: "Get out of here... That's not his body..."
However, it was too late to remind.
In the next second, Greem's flame clone suddenly exploded, turning into a larger wave of flames that engulfed all the surrounding orcs.
In the vast sea of flames on the ground, Greem's body slowly emerged, holding the orc shaman whose body was mostly blackened.
Seeing this, the werewolf leader screamed and charged down the sky again...