The Wizarding Age

Not to mention the inexperienced natives of the Lance plane, even the experienced dragons had never seen such a horrific and bloody scene.

The Magic Machines War Group fired a swift volley, and a "beautiful" fire ring was blown out of the outer perimeter of the battle circle.

In the flames, countless pieces of flesh and blood, dust and gravel flew like bullets, and there were countless broken limbs and bodies among them.

With just this one blow, nearly 10,000 natives in the plane were killed, and countless were seriously injured.

However, what made the dragon lords even more shocked was that while the exploding fire ring cut the native team in half, rows of metal magic machines rushed out from the wizard defense line, clearing away the remaining natives inside the fire ring like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

What about the trolls and ogres with thick skin and strong vitality? Under the dense and rain-like energy rays, they were beaten into sieves in an instant. Just as they struggled to pounce on the archer magic machine, a terrifying high-temperature flame stream nearly ten meters long spurted out from the opponent's raised arms.

There were energy rays at a distance, flame jets at a close distance, and indestructible steel and iron bones. These self-proclaimed powerful natives of the Lance plane were like terminators when they met the magic machine army coming in unison, and finally fell down helplessly.

Even the powerful trolls and ogres ended up like this, and those skinny gnolls, green demons, and dog-headed people were even more vulnerable. Their raised wooden sticks, stone sticks, sharpened wooden javelins, and stones used as throwing weapons were nothing in front of the magic machines armed to the teeth.

The wooden sticks swung and broke...

The javelins were thrown and shattered...

The stones were thrown, leaving white spots on the opponent's golden body...

Soon, the natives who had nothing could only fight with their strong bodies and fearless courage. Unfortunately, courage cannot stop the energy rays, and hard skin cannot withstand the burning of high-temperature flames. Therefore, on the front battlefield, the natives of the plane are in a dilemma.

If they rush forward, their weapons and defenses are inferior to those of others, and they can only end up being ravaged by the feet...

If they retreat, there is a sea of ​​fire rising to the sky behind them, and the tall magic machines are still advancing step by step...

For a while, the inside of the fire ring was full of shrill and painful howling and roaring. Tall figures fell to the ground under the dense rays, and more guys were still fighting.

And behind the rows of magic machines, the figures of human wizards can be seen looming.

They never set foot in the dangerous front line of the battle, but leisurely patrol the battlefield under the protection of layers of magic machines. Once they find that the big guys with strong vitality like the woolly rhinoceros are rushing left and right, knocking down and overturning several magic machines, these wizards will approach with a grim smile.

Whether it was a witchcraft scroll or an instant magic wand, a series of witchcrafts of different colors were thrown over, and the big guys who were rushing around before suddenly became weak and trapped in the siege of many magic machines.

Who knows how long the war will last, so most wizards have prepared a large number of witchcraft items to replace themselves in casting spells. In such a grand and fierce battlefield, try to preserve your own strength and use witch beasts and puppets to consume the enemy's living forces. This is the way of war that wizards are best at!

The fight inside the fire ring is inextricable, while outside the fire ring, the black mass of natives are frightened by the flames rising to the sky in front of them and hesitate to move forward.

They don't have the outstanding magic resistance like dragons or dragon people, and can easily wade through this sea of ​​fire without any injury. Even a few guys who are unlucky enough are pushed by the "companions" who keep coming behind them, and "rush" into the sea of ​​fire with fear on their faces, and then turn into terrible firemen with shrill screams.

For a moment, the offensive of the natives was stagnant!

Damn it, damn it, damn it...

The giant dragons flying high in the blue sky cursed in a low voice, and gave orders to the dragons mixed in with the natives with a huge roar that shook the world.

One by one, the tall and strong dragons came out of the crowd, grabbed the short and thin natives and threw them into the sea of ​​fire. A dozen dragons did the same thing, and actually used the lives of the natives to press a path to the inside.

"Charge... Charge in..."

As the dragons roared in unison, the sturdy natives followed suit, grabbed their thin "companions" and threw them into the sea of ​​fire. Under the suppression of their rolling and blood, the sea of ​​fire in front of them showed signs of weakening.

Taking this opportunity, more natives swarmed in, endured the pain of the burning flames, waded through the sea of ​​fire, and rushed into the inner ring.

In the distance, the goblin chariots were still roaring with 5 energy fireballs per minute, but no matter how fierce the bombardment and the fierce sea of ​​fire were, they could not stop the charge of the plane natives.

Driven by the savagery of the dragons and dragon people, more than 200,000 plane natives were not afraid of life and death, and they were not afraid of sacrifice. They held up their wooden sticks and spears and rushed to the metal magic machines at the forefront of the battlefield.

A close-range bloody fight began!

However, as the main messengers of the war, neither Grim nor the dragons took the casualties on the battlefield to heart.

Where the attack was blocked, they roared a few times and urged; where the defense line was a little loose, they gave an order to dispatch some backup support... It seemed that they were all very anxious about the battlefield, but deep down, they were just a group of chess pieces that could be sacrificed at any time.

As long as their sacrifice was valuable and could offset enough chips of the other side, the top leaders of both sides didn't care who died or who lived!

In such a large battlefield, Grimm had already released the Plague Poison Spirit, and blessed the periphery of the Magical War Group with a poisonous aura. However, in such a tragic battlefield where life and death can be decided at any time, it is difficult to see obvious effects with more or less poison attacks.

However, a little bit of accumulation makes a lot, and a gathering of sand makes a tower. Every native who died from the poison on the huge battlefield will quickly decay and explode into a group of yellow-green poisonous mist, thereby infecting more enemies. And some of their dead souls also turned into a faint white light, which gathered on the Plague Poison Spirit, making its soul aura stronger.

After following Grimm for such a long time, this Plague Poison Spirit that merged with Grimm's soul has never really eaten enough. Grimm has become a level 3 wizard, but it is still just a level 2 advanced guy, which is simply unworthy of the name of soul armed.

Today, in this battlefield of flesh and blood, Grimm finally released all permissions and gave it the power to kill as much as he wants.

Also active on the battlefield were the insect wizard Bilis and a group of crimson wizards.

The evolution of the insect wizard Bilis determined that he was not suitable for fighting between strong men, but was more suitable for the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

Groups of black beetles flapped their two pairs of elytra, one large and one small, and merged into a black torrent that rushed left and right on the battlefield, constantly engulfing and biting the natives of the Lance plane. The five void predators took eleven demon mantises and turned into a whirlwind, sweeping the battlefield wildly.

On the chaotic battlefield filled with smoke and fire, the natives of the plane who were bravely charging were running and fighting, and their heads suddenly soared into the sky, and the blood in their necks spurted out a fountain of blood.

The void predators who could use the inter-plane layer to become invisible were invisible demons to the natives of the plane. They couldn't even figure out their shapes and positions, and their lives were harvested one by one.

As for the demonized mantises, which only have the ability to hide in the form of grass and trees, they are looming on the battlefield, relying on their extreme flying speed to run rampant and frantically killing one enemy after another.

They consciously bypass those big guys with thick skin and flesh, and specialize in slaughtering those weaker plane natives, so they can hardly find any opponents when they are rampant on the battlefield.

Medusa Dana and Scorpion Lion Kalon also took their relatives and subordinates to the battlefield, intercepting those who escaped the net behind the metal magic machine. Whether it is Dana's snake-haired arrows or Kalon's low-altitude dives, they are deadly enough for the plane natives without solid armor.

Occasionally, when encountering a strong guy, Medusa only needs to launch a "petrochemical gaze" at a close distance without sparing the source of power, and the opponent will be ready to be killed.

With the rapid expansion and growing strength of the Crimson Family, the opportunities for the two of them to appear have become fewer and fewer. Therefore, they cherish the opportunity in front of them more and more, and they are fighting and killing with almost all their strength.

The second-level split-brain Gru sat high on the back of the magic puppet dragon, which looked like a huge metal platform, with thousands of energy chains flowing out of his body. The magic puppet dragon under him did not participate in the battle, and his body also overflowed with energy chains similar to Gru, but with more and denser numbers.

These energy chains were floating and stretching, and from time to time they were connected to a goblin chariot or a goblin airship in the sky. And every time the energy chain was successfully connected, abundant magic energy would be infused into the body of the target magic machine along the milky white chain.

It was precisely because of the continuous charging of the split-brain Gru and the magic puppet dragon that these nearly 100 goblin chariots and thousands of metal magic machines could continue to kill and attack. Otherwise, such a high-intensity battle would have consumed all the magic energy stored in their bodies.

Meryl sat in the command hall of the cruise mothership, acting as the supreme commander of the entire battlefield, while the second-level wizards of the Crimson Family, who were responsible for fighting and killing, stood on the flight deck of the cruise mothership, looking at the dragons circling in the distance.

In front of them were Grimm, Mary, Alice and the elemental magic machine.

Grimm injected the flame clone into the elemental magic machine, acting as an alternative chip.

He himself stood straight on the edge of the deck, coldly scanning the dragon lords who were hesitating.

Cannon fodder consumption? To be honest, the Crimson Family has never suffered losses in this regard since it mastered the goblin plane.

When the cannon fodder is consumed to a certain extent, these dragons will be unable to sit still and will step onto the battlefield.

That's when today's battle really begins!

Grimm is waiting coldly...