MTL - Age of Adepts-Chapter 1511 Slaughter chicken killing dog

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This is a lively and awkward orc camp.

Although the night has fallen, there is no sign of quiet sleep inside the camp.

One or more over-the-night orc warriors gathered around a pile of campfires, drinking spirits, slaps their chests or weapons, sang old songs that were mixed and screaming, shouting loudly and screaming, not seeing the nervousness of the war. sense.

In the middle of the camp, one of the tallest leather treasury accounts, more than a dozen cockroaches with a cruel and violent atmosphere are gathering together and arguing loudly.

At the top of the camp is a very strong werewolf, with two sleek narrow swords in the back, wearing a leather soft armor with special magical runes, and a string of necks hanging from the neck. The bone necklace of the animal bones and the fangs is covered with hard cowhide on the knees, shoulders and elbows, and is covered with **** thorns.

Sitting on the side of his body is a shaman full of strange feathers, nose and lips wearing horrible beasts, and his body outside the leather gown is covered with colorful mud.

The least able to sit in the account is also a 3rd-order orc. They are all indulged in strength, and their body shape is smashed. The dusty and scratched animal armor has a brutal atmosphere that can't be concealed.

However, just as they were arguing loudly about how to encircle the evil wizards who were hiding in the mountains, the orc shaman, who had been squinting and sitting on the side, raised his head sharply, his face with a suspicious color. Looking to the depths of the mountains.

Although the orc shaman is sparsely populated, it is the most admired and respected in the orc tribe. They are able to communicate the orc gods above them through special sacrificial rites, and thus become a group of people who have the most right to speak to the tribe's development and decision.

"Sangge high priest, do you find anything?" The sorghum, the most powerful, the werewolf reached out to stop the roar of many of his men, and asked with a frown.

Although it did not perceive the specific situation, but the chill of a stock from the bottom of the heart made it suddenly alert.

It has no divination, and it is naturally impossible to see the movements of the evil wizards from the hundred miles away. But with the power of 4th-order advanced, it is already qualified to come into contact with the illusory plane consciousness.

It seems that... Mother Earth is sending some kind of warning to it in this way.

An unknown danger is coming to this team outside its perception!

"It’s the invaders..." The ugly five sergeants of Sanger’s High Priest have been huddled together, and they coughed violently, and the white eyes of the priests reflected a horrifying horror and fear: They didn't know what they did, and they severely angered the mother of the earth! The Mother of the Earth warned me, let us flee immediately... Immediately, fast... It’s too late to be late!”

"Is those invading wizards who want to attack us?" The werewolf leader said: "With their power, want to beat us, can't you do it?"

"Yeah, let them come! Our orcs are never afraid of them..."

"I am waking up the little scorpions, just to give them a head-on attack..."

Several orcs who were obviously violently stunned by the brain immediately began to scream, and any pair of enemies could rush to the chopped look.

The entire big account immediately boiled again.

"Shut up! Shut up... TMD shuts me up! You listen... What's the sound outside?" The leader of the werewolf squinted his ears, his face showing a carefully listening voice.

The orcs were quiet and listened.

Sure enough, there was a strange and continuous explosion of roaring sounds in the distance, and it was getting closer and closer, and it was getting louder...

No reason, I heard this voice, the orc shaman spewed a blood, and the body was a little trembling.

"There is an enemy attack!"

Tongtongtong...

An orc strongman smashed the leather account and slowly rose to the sky.

Although they do not fly, there is no magic blessing, but with a violent brute force and a sturdy body, it can also temporarily overcome the gravitational force of the earth to achieve this short-range floating effect.

More orc warriors drilled out from a tent full of patches, shouting and picking up their weapons and looking at the sky from the distance.

There, at the end of the sky, a group of bright red and beautiful flame auras are slowly spreading out, just like the super-large fireworks that are set in the festival.

Just watching the order in which the fireworks appear seems to be straight to the camp.

Glim came from the night wind and found the orc team with little effort.

Compared to other wizards, Glim's appearance is indeed too windy and cool. The flaming flame road behind him is the perfect way to mark his flight path in the sky, even if you are in a hundred miles.

However, in the middle of the medium-sized Mutas plane, there is no need to cover up and be careful about it.

After a flame jump appeared over the orc camp, Glim condensed his body and leaned over to look at the dozen or so beast strong beasts and the large group of orc warriors who rushed under them.

"A group of ants..."

Grim's face showed a stern and stunned look of the wizards. As soon as he raised his hand, a large meteor shower that could cover the entire orc camp appeared.

Although his power was confined to the 4th order, but by far exceeding the other's knowledge, skills and rank suppression, let him face more than a dozen 3rd and 4th-order orc powers without fear.

Meteor fires up to the 4th-order peak level waved and swept across the entire horizon.

Each one is full of flame energy, and there is a trace of immortal meteor fireball falling like a raindrop into the sky. Wherever possible, a huge dust column of ten meters high was set up, which turned into a red-red flame ring that slowly spread to wrap a large number of orc warriors.

Whether it is the shock wave of a fireball burst or the beautiful ring of flames, it is extremely deadly for ordinary orc warriors.

The tough leather and skin shields they once proud of are as thin as a wormwood paper under the horrible golden flame.

And their strong and tall body is unable to withstand the burning of the horror flame, crying and mourning, running around in the fire. It was not until the five senses and the pores of the body spewed out the same flame, which was planted like a dead wood on the ground and turned into a pile of blackened and withered ash.

The cowhide account was ignited, the carriage, the brakes and the tent were ignited, the earth and the sky were ignited, and the beasts between the heavens and the earth were ignited...

The number of the orcs in the front of the ranks is as high as 3,000, and the rank of the Orcs with the average rank of the first-order is placed in the entire Mutas plane. Even if you throw it into other large planes, you can stir up the sky and turn it over.

However, in the face of a legendary fire witch like Glim, they are really like a group of ants, not to mention counterattacks, even looking up at the light of his body is glaring.

Ordinary orcs can't fight back, but it doesn't mean that these dozen orc strongmen have no counterattack power.

Roar……

Oh...

In a loud roar, the dozen orc strong men took out their weapons and rushed to Grim from all directions.

But Grim’s gaze crossed all the orcs and landed in the cowhide account.

The taste of the magical atmosphere... Is there an orc shaman here?

Glim did not hesitate to cast spells. After the quick spelling of 1,5 seconds, a mushroom-like fire core burst into the cowhide account. The life of the Sanger High Priest, who was secretly contacting the back, instantly weakened.

A witchcraft can't kill it... then add another witchcraft!

Glim is preparing to continue casting spells, and the dozen orc strong men have already rushed to his side under the leadership of the werewolf leader.

"Looking for death!" Glim sighed softly, and the burning field that had not appeared for a long time instantly enveloped the square of the circumference of the body.

The orc strong who had just rushed to the sky immediately rushed around the flames, and all the metal products in their hands and bodies immediately became hot and hot. The whole person is like being thrown into a flame furnace, not to mention fighting, even breathing has become so painful and tormented.

Those 4th-order orcs can also gather up the power of violent, barely blocking the terrible flame from the burning. But nearly half of the 3rd-order orcs did not even have the strength to block the flame invasion, and they burned into a humanoid torch, screaming and falling off the sky.

"Cut him..."

"Hurry up and kill him..."

A 4th-order orc roared and rushed up, and all kinds of weapons condensed with unrivalled power swept from all angles to Grimm's body.

In particular, the leader of the werewolf turned into a gray lightning, and instantly penetrated the body of Glim, which appeared on the sky behind him.

When Grimm’s body stood up, there were six or seven criss-crossing gray swords, and the whole people began to collapse and disintegrate.

"Long live! Howell is the strongest!"

"awesome!"

A few orc strongmen who saw this scene immediately cheered up.

Only the mighty stalwart leader who slammed the evil sorceress did not have the slightest joy. It suddenly looked back and shouted: "Quickly spread... that is not his body..."

However, it is too late to remind.

In the next second, Grim's flames burst into bursts, turning into a larger wave of flames that engulfed all the orcs around.

In the vast sea of ​​fire on the ground, the body of Glim was slowly emerging, and the orc shaman whose body was already darkened was in his hand.

The leader of the werewolf who saw this scene saw it and screamed and rushed down the sky again...