The Wizarding Age

Without the weapon, Golfis's combat power plummeted by more than 30%.

Even if it moved its short and thick legs and ran as fast as a rabbit, it could not catch up with Grimm's elusive figure. And every witchcraft with flame penetration was so painful that the damage to it began to rise sharply.

After all, Golfis was a warrior-type fighting master. If he didn't have the means to get close to the caster, he would definitely be killed by the opponent like a dog.

If the war hammer had not been lost, Golfis still had a barely commendable medium-range attack method. Now that the war hammer is gone, it only has a violent roar with obvious directionality!

The idea of ​​wanting to use this violent roar to freeze the opponent and then kill him is simply a contempt for the opponent's wisdom. Therefore, the bewildered Golfis could only chase after the tall fire giant like a clumsy bear, enduring the opponent's endless violent flame attacks.

The outcome of the battle is no longer in suspense!

The only belief that supported the ogre chieftain was the two powerful allies who were about to arrive.

As long as Farnson and Crachi arrived, it would be easy for the three 4th-level wizards to take down the human wizard. At the very least, they could scare the opponent away, thus preserving the Angorosh ogre camp that had lasted for thousands of years.

It was precisely because of this belief that the ogre chieftain struggled to support himself under the attack of fierce fire magic and was reluctant to fall.

Compared with the conservative and ruthless Gorfes, Grimm, who was fighting against it, was actually suffering.

He was very careful

On the one hand, he had to fight very carefully to avoid being overturned by the ogre chieftain. On the other hand, he had to control the power of the attack to prevent the attack from exceeding the maximum tolerance of the ogre chieftain and falling down before the helpers arrived.

In fact, there was no suspense in this battle. But the victory of a battle, even if the result of the battle is to harvest a 4th-level creature, still does not help Grimm's real purpose of this trip.

Therefore, Grimm's actions will only become meaningful on the basis of achieving the main purpose!

Therefore, this Gorfis cannot fall.

At least, it cannot fall before it attracts the two allies!

This is a huge and clear lake.

The blue water surface is calm and waveless, and it is as beautiful and clear as a huge sapphire in the dark and deep wetland swamp.

The swamp sage Moat stood quietly on a muddy bank at the edge of the lake, and used the wooden stick in his hand to draw a simple magic circle pattern on the ground. When everything was done, it stood in the center of the magic circle with a wooden stick, holding a wooden bowl filled with half a bowl of clear water in its hand, and began to recite the ancient and mysterious magic spell.

The hoarse and low syllables of the spell spread on the clear lake surface. Wherever it passed, although there was no wind, it set off small ripples one after another. When the magic spell lasted for half a quarter of an hour and gradually became louder, the originally calm lake surface became like boiling water.

When the swamp wise man Moat's summoning spell reached the second half, a thick mist began to rise from the lake in front of him. The mist did not disperse, but continued to gather together, gradually condensing into a huge water man with a height of 11 or 12 meters.

When Moat finished reciting the last spell tiredly, the wooden bowl in his hand exploded, and the clear water turned into a mist and drilled into the water man's body. The tall water man also opened his eyes at the same time.

Water Prophet Lawrence, 4th level.

The summoning ceremony lasted for a quarter of an hour, and Water Prophet Lawrence finally regained his consciousness.

It lowered its head and stared at Moat, who was as young as a child in front of it, and asked in a deep and old voice.

"Moat, why did you disturb my sleep this time? I feel that I have only slept for three hundred years this time. If you can't come up with a good enough reason, I will take the water soul from you and completely cut off the spiritual connection with you."

Integrating the body into a natural water source and slowly increasing strength through thousands of years of sleep is actually a way for Lawrence to grow. But obviously, in the material plane, such a way of growth is easily disturbed by external factors.

Therefore, although it and Moat are good friends who have known each other for thousands of years, they are suddenly awakened from deep sleep, and their mood is still not very good.

"Old friend, during the time you were sleeping, a lot of things happened in the wetland swamp. Since you have woken up, you might as well use your power to feel that the wetland swamp needs you, we need you, and you can't continue to sleep!" Moat shook his head bitterly, looking helpless.

"Wetland Swamp" Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then he closed his eyes and sensed carefully according to the other party's instructions.

It is indeed a 4th-level water prophet. Even if it is thousands of miles away, as long as there is a water source, it cannot escape its spiritual induction.

After closing his eyes for a moment, Lawrence suddenly opened his eyes, and his warm eyes were soaked with angry red light.

"Why is the life in the wetland swamp so withered? Why are the water elements in the wetland swamp crying? What happened in the wetland swamp during the three hundred years I was asleep?"

Moat raised his head, and his eyes collided with Lawrence's.

The two spiritual threads, one blue and one green, were only slightly connected, and both parties understood everything that had happened in the swamps for hundreds of years.

"Magic Spore Blight Human Wizard Wetland War" Lawrence's eyes gradually turned fierce: "It seems that the source of all disasters lies with the Magic Spore clan. After this incident, these guys should be driven out It’s a swamp. But what’s going on with that human wizard? Why do I sense a more terrifying and dangerous aura in him?”

At the mention of human wizards, Moat's face became a little embarrassed.

"He's a fire wizard!"

Water Prophet Lawrence's originally calm state of mind suddenly exploded.

"What? Moat, you are crazy! How can you let a level 4 fire wizard wander around in our wetland swamp? How terrible harm will he cause to our environment? No, I want to expel him immediately !”

Water and fire are different furnaces.

Even though they had never met, the Water Prophet Lawrence had no inherent affection for the human fire wizard.

Even if Greem has Alice's blessing of destiny, he still has to bear the negative blessing of Favorability 2 when he meets this Lawrence. On the contrary, the relationship between Greem and the swamp wise man Moat has barely reached a friendly level because of the things he has done before that are quite appetizing to him.

Otherwise, Moat would not have immediately mobilized its own high-level forces to rescue him after receiving Greem's remote contact.

Of course, one of the main reasons why Greem was able to mobilize Moat was that what he did was also in line with the overall interests of the swamp. When the interests are aligned, with the addition of a level 4 helper like Greem, the wetland swamp will be more confident in expelling the magic spore clan!

But it's a pity that the water prophet Lawrence, whom Moat specially came to invite, obviously didn't get along with the human wizard. Therefore, as the mediator, Moat also felt a little embarrassed and headache!

"Old friend, please be patient for a while! That human wizard is only here for the origin water of the magic spore clan, and there is no conflict with our interests. So"

"Well, since he didn't violate our rules after entering the swamp, I won't bother him for the time being. Origin water? The water source of the wetland swamp has been so severely damaged. It is most likely that the magic spore clan drained all the water. Go away, and then extract the original water from it. Humph, this thing cannot be taken away by human wizards. Then, we can just use other treasures to send him away."

Regarding the Water Prophet's suggestion, Moat did not express his position, but sighed sadly.

Lawrence had never been in contact with the fire wizard, so he naturally didn't understand his power.

If you really want to send away the human wizards hastily as Lawrence said, I am afraid that the wetland swamp will soon face another terrible disaster!

However, Moat is also well aware of the stubbornness of his partner, and arguing with him at this time will obviously not help. Therefore, it could only sigh and silently start thinking about various possible remedies.

"No matter what, the fire wizard is fighting against the Angrosh ogre chieftain, Gorface. Logically speaking, we should all rush over to support him. So, old man, I can only use your water this time. The fog has teleported!"

"No problem. I still want to help you with this task, my old friend. Please come over here!"

At the request of Lawrence, the prophet of water, Moat walked down the mud bank and stepped on the water to reach the opponent's feet as if walking on flat ground.

"Old friend, relax your spirit, we are about to teleport away."

Amidst Lawrence's high-pitched and clear cheers, two figures of very different stature, one tall and one short, suddenly submerged into the water below them and disappeared without a trace.

In a corner of another lake a hundred miles away, mist filled the air, and two strange figures suddenly appeared.

"This is an old friend in the southwest corner of Anze Lake. Give me two minutes to prepare, and we can carry out the next water mist teleportation. I estimated that it will take about 11 teleportations to reach the vicinity of the ogre camp. ”

"Thanks a lot!"

"It's nothing, it's just for the swamps!"

After a while, with a wave of water, the two strange figures disappeared again.