The Wizarding Age

When two 4th level warriors faced each other, all the combatants on the battlefield began to move away silently.

It was because they were afraid of being affected by the aftermath of the battle between the strong men!

When there were no other obstacles within a radius of 500 meters, Gorfeis rushed up with his hammer raised and roaring.

Boom boom boom

The earth was shaking, and the world was shaking.

Terrible shock waves came from where it landed, and every time it stepped on the spot, it would leave a deep footprint. The puddles and soil around the footprints would be shaken into the air, and then broken into tiny particles that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye under the ripples of strange power.

Angorosh the Ogre Chieftain rushed towards Grimm unreasonably like a mad bull.

The fire giant incarnated by Grimm was more than ten meters tall, while Gorfeis was only seven meters tall.

Although Gorfis was at a disadvantage in terms of size, it seemed that he didn't care about these details at all from his rough and domineering posture.

Grimm chanted a spell quickly and threw several flame vines at the opponent. However, before the flame vines that stretched out from the void could wrap around the opponent's thick legs, they were twisted into fire fragments by waves of power.

With a sharp whistle, the war hammer came forward and instantly smashed the flame phantom left by Grimm into flame fragments.

Grimm's real flame body appeared out of thin air in another area a hundred meters away, and then a series of blazing fireballs were thrown across the void onto Gorfis.

Bang bang bang

The huge fireballs exploded continuously, causing Gorfis to groan and scream miserably.

But the next second, a sharp whistle was heard, and a warhammer with a hurricane in its bag crashed out of the fireball and smashed towards Grimm fiercely.

Grimm did not dare to hesitate, and dodged the hammer by leaping a hundred meters with a flame.

There was no way, the difference in strength was too great, and Grimm had no confidence that he could rely on the external witchcraft protection to resist the bombardment of the hammer. With the opponent's terrifying power of more than 42 points, as long as the witchcraft protection outside the body was broken, Grimm's body would be turned into a pile of mud with one hammer.

Even if the hammer could not break Grimm's protection, the terrible power shock was enough to make him drink a pot!

If Grimm happened to encounter the stun effect of heavy weapons, then

This is the pain of elemental wizards facing power-type warriors, and they dare not let the opponent get involved at all.

Fortunately, as an elemental wizard, Grimm's mobility is also beyond the reach of the opponent.

So, in the crazy battle between the two 4th-level strongmen, those who were originally fighting fiercely became rats crossing the street at this moment, holding their heads and desperately fleeing to the periphery of the battlefield.

The battlefield of the strong is extremely terrifying, and there is no place for the weak.

The flame giant incarnated by Grimm gathered and dispersed invisibly, either exploding into a ball of flying fire and escaping in the sky, or jumping around the side of the ogre chief with the help of flames. He had to change his position almost every three or five seconds, otherwise he would be hit by the opponent's terrible blow.

However, no matter how dangerous the situation on the battlefield was, Grimm would not leave the ogre chief more than a hundred meters away.

There was no way, it was just a battle requirement!

Although the range of witchcraft was impossible to avoid, the witchcraft power was too dispersed, and the damage to the opponent was also very limited. Only the single-body attack witchcraft with concentrated power could break through the opponent's force field protection and cause enough damage to it.

However, such witchcraft was rarely instantaneous, and the flight trajectory was too obvious.

Once the distance exceeded a hundred meters, the time and trajectory of the flame witchcraft flight could be captured by Gorfis. At that time, whether it was a quick move to dodge or a flying hammer to break the law, Gorfis would have enough time to think and deal with it.

However, when dealing with it within a hundred meters, the heavy pressure that Gorfis's terrifying power brought to Grimm was also obvious!

Although the whistling warhammers never hit Grimm's body, they could still crack his flame shield when they passed by him.

The fight between the two was like a bear catching a cat. Although it looked clumsy, once something happened, the outcome of the battle could be decided in an instant.

Since the start of the battle, Grimm was still unscathed, while the ogre chieftain had been bombarded with fire magic and had burn marks of all sizes on his body. However, such injuries were only minor injuries to the thick-skinned ogres.

Gorfis only needed to protect his head and heart with the warhammer, and the other areas with thick layers of flesh could be easily ravaged by the opponent. And it was persistently attacking Grimm who was dodging everywhere. Although it missed every time, the waving warhammer still brought heavy pressure to the opponent.

Under the cover of two war hammers, Gorfeis opened his strange triangular green bean eyes and secretly looked at Grimm with a cunning look that was not proportional to his body size. It was deliberately creating a clumsy and dull image. If the opponent really thought that it only had this trick, then the spirit-contracting fighting skills it burst out instantly would definitely bring the opponent unforgettable memories!

Level 4 strongmen, whether they are magicians or warriors, there is no such thing as a fool.

Once you think the other party is a fool, then you are not far from the death trap!

But while Gorfeis was hiding his clumsiness, Grimm also hid his fighting power.

Among the several major fire laws he mastered, except for the one about fire enhancement and fire range extension, he hid the two most important ones: fire penetration and fire invisibility very well, without showing any of them.

When the ogre chieftain was trying every means to plot against him, Grimm was also secretly plotting against him.

Since the other party was throwing bait, he happily swallowed it.

Taking advantage of the time when the other party was hiding, Grimm was also trying to inflict various minor injuries on him as much as possible. This kind of advantage is not to be taken, and when the other party bursts out with all his strength, there will be fewer opportunities to bombard him so happily.

While Gorfis was suffering in the fire witchcraft, he secretly squeezed Grimm's combat space. His green bean-like eyes kept rolling around, trying to calculate the possibility of a successful sneak attack.

And Grimm kept maneuvering with the flame jump, and made full use of the battlefield perception of the chip to collect the other party's information and information. Although he didn't have Alice's extremely sharp sense of danger, the chip was good at analyzing the enemy's dynamics and the direction of the battle through various battlefield situations.

Under the intentional or unintentional guidance of both sides, the first battlefield detonation point soon appeared!

Using a whirlwind-like war hammer dance, Golfis forced Grimm to make a fire jump again. When Grimm's tall figure just disappeared from the sky-high column of fire, Golfis turned around suddenly, and his two hammers flew out to the left and right, hitting a piece of open space behind him, and he roared and strode forward, opening his strong and powerful arms to give Grimm, who had just emerged, a death hug.

Woohoo

The wind was whistling.

The dodge positions on both sides were blocked, and Grimm had just completed a fire jump. Without a three-second buffer time, he could not make the next fire jump.

At this time node, Golfis rushed over like a runaway train, and his strong arms directly blocked all possible escape routes for Grimm.

While charging, Gorfeis opened his bloody mouth to its maximum and let out the most ferocious roar since the beginning of the war. Invisible sound waves poured out of his mouth, squeezing the air to form a visible ripple, which washed over Grimm's body head-on.

With the sound of beeping and popping, all the flame protection outside Grimm's body burst, and his mind suddenly trembled, and his entire soul consciousness instantly became numb, and he could no longer use it.

Violent roar!

The hidden combat skill of the ogre chieftain Gorfeis can instantly paralyze the enemy's mental consciousness with the sound waves of the war roar, and the time depends on the mental toughness of the opponent.

Looking at the fire giant stripped of all its protection and the opponent's swaying body, Gorfeis couldn't help but grin. There was only a small distance of less than 30 meters between it and the opponent, and no one could stop it from rushing to the opponent and crushing it into a meat paste.

However, just before the smile completely spread to every corner of its ugly face covered with indigo tattoos, its legs seemed to trip over something. Its bloated and fat body suddenly lost its balance, and it fell to the ground with a dog-eaten shit, sliding towards Grimm with mud and water all over its body.

At some point, strange fire walls that were no more than half a meter high but extremely solid and strong appeared on the ground between it and Grimm. After Gorfis was tripped by the first fire wall, his terrifying body crushed the second and third, and then smashed the fourth and fifth with his huge head.

When it slid to the front of the tall flame giant with difficulty, Grimm had just gotten over the terrible dizziness. And after smashing so many fire walls with his head in succession, even with Gorfis's physique, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

So the next moment, a golden flame that soared into the sky wrapped around the body of the ogre chieftain, roasting it fiercely inside and out.

The terrible flames penetrated and caused extreme damage to Golfis.

Golfis, who had originally relied on thick flesh armor to resist the burns of the flames, suddenly found that the damage caused by the flames had become terrible. It seemed that every ray of flame could ignore the protective force field and the flesh layer outside the body, and directly cause damage to its consciousness and soul.

The ogre chieftain was instantly burned to pieces, and he turned over and escaped from the golden flames, and began to desperately beat the golden flames that were still burning on his body.

"Hammer!" Golfis shouted, and he was about to take back the warhammer with both hands.

But even though it kept this shape for five or six fingers, it didn't feel like it was holding a real object in its palm.

It raised its head and looked into the distance with its eyes wide open. The fire giant was stepping on a warhammer and slowly putting the latter into his space equipment. And the other warhammer had already disappeared.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Gorfes felt the piercing pain all over his body again.

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