The Wizarding Age

It took Grimm only a quarter of an hour to clear the orc camp.

Except for the werewolf leader and three level 4 orcs who were wounded and fled far away, the rest of the orc warriors were killed on the spot, and no one survived.

This was also related to Grimm's lack of killing intent and his laziness to chase after the fleeing orcs.

Otherwise, with the orcs' clumsy and somewhat ridiculous short legs, it would be impossible for them to escape the pursuit of a legendary fire wizard. Although those guys apparently escaped, their bodies were also stained with the Eternal Flame in the short battle.

With the terrible power of the Eternal Flame, those guys would face endless flame torture even if they escaped back.

Such a life is extremely miserable just thinking about it!

Grimm's huge mental power was released and then retracted, and he quickly scanned the entire battlefield. After making sure that he had not missed any noteworthy opponents, he turned around and rushed into the sky again, flying quickly into the distance.

A vast plain covering hundreds of miles, but for Grimm, it only takes seven or eight jumps to cross it; as for those towering mountains and surging rivers, in his eyes, they are just dirt slopes and small ditches that can be crossed with a single step...

Grimm turned into a ball of fire, constantly exploding, gathering, exploding, gathering in the sky... and in this separation and combination, he has already crossed thousands of miles, leaving behind only a piece of slowly blooming flame ring.

Grimm's arrogant behavior naturally attracted the attention of the orcs passing by along the way. Ordinary orcs could hardly detect his existence. When they heard the unusual sound of the flames bursting and rushed out, they could only see the beautiful flame flowers slowly blooming in the sky, but they didn't know that Grimm was already hundreds of miles away.

However, there were always some overly unruly orcs in the orc tribes along the way. They rushed into the sky and wanted to stop this mysterious enemy, but before they could see Grimm's face clearly, they were blown down by the terrible fireball.

Even if they were level 4 orcs, it would be difficult to resist Grimm's immortal flame. If they were not careful, the immortal flame would invade the soul source and burn them to death.

Grimm was too lazy to argue with these orc warriors, and he didn't even think about getting any valuable spoils from them. Just like that, he rushed all the way, directly through the territory with the most dense orc tribes, and rushed to the orc main temple located in the central mountain range.

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After entering the central mountain range, the peaks seen along the way were all towering, strange and steep.

And between the undulating mountains, you can see patches of orc tribes scattered all over the place. Just based on the life strength and number scanned by Grimm when he flew quickly from the sky, the number of surviving orcs in this area is no less than 300,000.

Three hundred thousand... This is already a very astonishing number!

You know, the orc tribe has never been productive. They are all soldiers, relying on enslaving other weak races to provide themselves with food and various living supplies. The orcs are mainly green-skinned orcs, and also include some tribes with strong fighting power such as tauren, werewolves, eagles, and bears.

In general, the orcs are a group of rough and stupid humanoid beasts who will not have any mercy or compassion for other races. They are irritable and cruel, and would rather act than think, and would rather fight than argue.

Typical muscle*, and the kind with muscles growing all over their heads!

Perhaps it is precisely because of their "purity" and violence that they were chosen by the beast god A* to become a barbaric race under his powerful fighting power, and they continued to expand their territory for him, invading one elegant and noble civilized country after another.

Due to the serious conflict of aesthetics, the relationship between the orc pantheon and the elf pantheon is very tense, and has even reached the point of feud. The relationship between the orc pantheon and tribes such as humans, sea people, dwarves, and underground creatures is not good.

They are so bloodthirsty and war-hungry that there are no so-called allies and friends in the world of gods, only current enemies and future enemies.

As long as the area is ruled by orcs, the most beautiful flowers of civilization will wither day by day. In the end, only a group of slaves living in cruel oppression and slavery, and primitive tribes whose social forms are increasingly approaching the state of ignorance are left.

And the orcs are too fertile. If some of them are not consumed by war, I am afraid that no material plane can withstand these locust-like terrifying guys who can fight, eat, and reproduce!

If the wizards want to invade this Mutas plane according to the normal plane war process, the first step is to send people to sneak into the plane and set up a stable and solid forward camp. Then gradually expand the scale of the camp, build a wizard tower, and build a plane gate to welcome more and more powerful wizard troops to this plane.

From cleaning up the orc tribes in various places, eroding the orcs' foundation of faith bit by bit, to invading the orc kingdom and destroying the orc main temple... this process may take hundreds of years!

Of course, the more resources and troops invested, the faster the process will proceed.

However, proportional to this is the loss of a large number of wizard troops and the long waiting time!

Therefore, in many cases, the wizard headquarters will also try to carry out this strategic sneak attack.

As long as the main temple can be destroyed before the orc gods send down their clones, the subsequent plane war will be like a one-sided massacre. Without the restraint of the orc gods, the orc warriors in the plane alone cannot resist the ferocious wizards like wolves and tigers.

Therefore, Grimm and his five companions did not waste any time in other areas. As soon as they came, they went straight to Huanglong and launched a swift and fierce attack on the orc main temple in the fastest and most direct way.

The orc main temple is located on the top of a tall and majestic mountain. There are four platforms and a wide road with tens of thousands of steps on the front of the mountain for orcs to go up and down. There is an orc camp with a number of up to a thousand people stationed on each platform. Those who can be selected are orc warriors from all over the plane.

On the top of the peak, the orc main temple is tens of meters high and towering. Looking at the appearance and shape, it seems to be dug out of the mountain rock as a whole, mixed and integrated, deep and steep.

At this moment, in the hall of the main temple, many orc tribal leaders gathered here, looking solemnly at several orc priests who were singing and dancing around a huge brazier.

What was burning in the brazier was not charcoal fire, but a pile of hideous and terrifying skulls of creatures. From the looks of it, these skulls of creatures almost covered humans, elves, dwarves, dragons and many other intelligent creatures.

And the flames that sprang up from the brazier were not ordinary red, but extremely cold and gloomy green fire.

Under the burning of the green fire, the upper and lower jaws of those strange skulls kept opening and closing, trembling, and making a creepy and shrill wail. And their souls would fly out from time to time, rushing towards the surrounding orc priests with the most vicious and terrible curses.

But unfortunately, their souls obviously could not leave the range of the green light of the brazier. Before they got out of half a foot, they were pulled back into the brazier by an invisible strange force.

These are the heads of the strong men of the hostile tribes that the orcs killed or captured before they unified the Mutas plane. Using the cursed brazier to burn their souls day and night, making them wail in pain in front of the beast god for tens of thousands of years... This is also the most terrifying way for the orcs to punish their enemies!

But today, a more terrible enemy appeared in the Mutas plane, which forced the great orc killing god Garon Akadas to send down the oracle and issue the highest level of danger alert to all the Mutas orcs.

Let the men dance the sacrificial dance in front of the cursed brazier and throw the heads of the strong enemies they just killed into the brazier. The orc chief priest, the respected Omus, was kneeling devoutly in front of a 30-meter-high Garon statue, praying silently.

Compared with other orc warriors, Omus was not so tall and strong, but rather looked a little thin and weak. But he wore an iron thorn hat on his unkempt green hair, and a series of spikes on the inside of the hat brim pierced his skull.

But strangely, no blood was spilled.

On his ugly and sagging face, you could vaguely see the shallow scars crisscrossing, and the deep green flames in his deep eyes burned, making every life that looked at him feel a strange feeling of trembling and soul escaping.

"The enemies are coming... Let all the orcs prepare for battle!"

"Enemy? High priest, haven't we forced the wizards who invaded the plane to Mount Hegemu? Did they sneak out?"

"Fool, it's not them! They just came to steal our plane beacon... Great God Garon has given me an oracle that a group of terrible wizards have broken into the Mutas plane. They... Their purpose is probably to sneak attack the main temple of Great God Garon. So, wake up the prophet of the earth immediately and release the dark dragon immediately. We must fight the enemy to the end until Great God Garon comes completely to be truly safe!"

"Go... Go quickly!"

Under the roar of High Priest Omus, the orc leaders ran out of the hall and rushed to various places on the top of the peak.

At this moment, the tall and mighty statue of Garon in the main temple suddenly burst into a golden light that illuminated the entire sky. Immediately, amid a series of strange crackling noises, the statue suddenly woke up and began to slowly move its body.

"God descended... Great God Garon descended ahead of time!"

The high priest's heart suddenly tightened. He took three or two steps to kneel in front of the huge statue and shouted loudly: "Great God Garon, you... why did you descend ahead of time?"

The huge statue was slowly coming to life under the golden light, and its body, armor, face, and weapons were transformed into the unique form of the legendary God of Slaughter.

And it directly ignored Omus's question, raised its head, and stared at the distant sky with a pair of eyes like searchlights.

"You should also prepare to fight! The enemy is here, I will block the most powerful ones for you, you must protect the temple, and don't let them destroy or desecrate this temple..."

After that, the huge statue pulled out a huge double-sided axe from its back and rushed out of the temple with earth-shaking steps.

At this moment, the figures of several great wizards just emerged at the end of the sky!