A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Hu——Hu——Hu——

Accompanied by the strong wind from the east, the entire Rongma grassland officially entered the rainy and thunderstorm-filled summer.

As a typical temperate marine monsoon climate, although it is close to the pole, the temperature here is not low all year round due to the influence of the ocean current from the Moon Sea. It is at least much warmer than the Northland on the west coast, and even a little higher than Baldur's Gate further south.

But the problem is that the airflow from the Moon Sea in the south is intercepted by the Dragon Spine Mountains running east-west. The Galena Mountains in the east also block the airflow from the Far North and the East. The west is a natural barrier formed by the border forest, and the north is also isolated from the wasteland by mountains.

In other words, the entire Rongma grassland is like a naturally surrounded area in geography.

Only the huge pass formed between the Dragon Spine and the Galena Mountains will bring the most important moisture to this land.

So just look at the map and you will know that the direction of the strange airflow here is the warm wind and water vapor coming out of the only swamp area in the middle of the grassland without mountains, and then colliding with the dry and cold airflow formed by the surrounding towering mountains to finally form precipitation in the form of rain, hail, snow, etc., providing the necessary moisture for the survival of animals and plants on the ground.

Because there are no large lakes or rivers, it is difficult to form large-scale settlements in the area, and basically people live a nomadic life following water and grass.

And it is different from the beautiful scene of "the sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep" in the impression of most modern people.

Rongma grassland is a typical primitive grassland, not a mature pastoral area developed by dozens of generations.

Its biggest feature is that the dense weeds can grow to more than two or three meters.

Let alone "the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep", even if there are animals eating grass one meter away, they may not be seen.

Therefore, the situation here is much more complicated than the outside world imagines. The local residents are not the grassland warriors who ride on horseback and gallop across the country. Unless there are some areas with relatively low grass, they can only walk most of the time. They can't run at all and dare not run.

The main purpose of riding a horse is not for transportation, but to increase the height and vision to confirm the direction and avoid getting lost in the endless grassland with no landmark buildings.

At this moment, Dumbledore and his party suffered a lot because they mistook the Rongma grassland for the pasture grassland in Europe on Earth.

Although they were walking on a small road that was previously opened up by merchants, they were still deeply shocked by the height of the grass on both sides.

Especially the beasts and monsters that suddenly jumped out of the dense grass on both sides, and the barbarian tribes and nomads who were previously dispersed by the orc army and could only survive by hunting and robbing, which was simply hard to guard against.

What's more terrible is the weather that changes at any time. Maybe it was sunny a few minutes ago, and it was thundering and raining a few minutes later, or even fist-sized hail.

The sourness that cannot be described in words, anyone who tastes it a few times will completely collapse.

"Damn it! How come this broken place feels worse than the North?"

Grindelwald looked at the gloomy sky and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Because since entering this area, he has experienced no less than ten sudden thunderstorms.

Some of the hailstones were so big that they could directly crush people to death.

There are only four horses left that were originally bought to carry people and ceremonies. The rest were either crushed to death by hailstones or tripped by some branches and stones hidden in the dense grass and broke their legs. They had to be killed with great pain.

"Don't complain, my dear old friend, the difficulties encountered during this journey are also part of the great adventure, aren't they? What's more, if we hold on for a while, we should be able to reach our destination."

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile and responded.

Obviously, he was much stronger than the other two in the team in terms of mentality, and he didn't have any negative emotions because of the unpredictable bad weather.

Quite the opposite!

He really enjoyed the primitive scenery he saw along the way, which was completely different from the earth, as well as the accidents and dangers that could happen at any time.

Grindelwald rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Come on.

I hope you can still be as optimistic as you are now when the hail falls.

You know, we have abandoned the tent.

The last horse is carrying the last food and water.

If anything goes wrong, we can only rely on Vanswick's magic to survive the rest of the journey."

But Dumbledore responded indifferently: "It doesn't matter, don't forget that we can still hunt and fish. Because of the rainy season, the Rongma grassland is now full of wild animals. I learned some wilderness survival skills from a wild elf druid lady in the wizard tower in Soth, and now they can come in handy."

"My God! You are like two completely different people now. No, it should be said that you have returned to the impulsive and enterprising Albus in your youth."

When saying this, Grindelwald's eyes flashed with a scorching light, obviously recalling the unforgettable good years of "burning gay love".

"Hahaha! Because here we don't have any worries, and we don't need to shoulder any responsibilities. We just need to live for ourselves."

Accompanied by a hearty laugh, Dumbledore suddenly raised the light crossbow in his hand, aimed at the bushes on the left, and pulled the trigger.

Swoosh!

The sharp crossbow arrow flew through the air and pierced directly into the dense grass, followed by the animal's painful neigh, and the grass that was originally swaying in the wind also began to shake chaotically.

He gently clamped the horse under his crotch with his legs, and then rushed straight over and found a herbivore that was shot and fell to the ground in the deep grass. It looked a bit like a gazelle belonging to the subfamily of antelopes, but there were no obvious horns on its forehead, and its limbs were slender and its body was agile.

The crossbow arrow pierced its heart and lungs, and blood was gushing out of the wound. It struggled to run less than 20 meters before losing its ability to move due to severe pain.

"Aha! It seems that our dinner can become a little more hearty."

Dumbledore pulled out the dagger and ended the animal's pain with extremely skilled movements, then pulled out the tendons and skinned it, and cut off the four legs that were best to carry from the corpse, as well as the best meat on the back and abdomen.

The pleasing movements, like butchering a cow, were completely different from the friendliness and kindness when he was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"It's incredible. Every time I see you deal with prey, I feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience."

Grindelwald complained while taking the four bloody legs and tying them to the saddle carrying food and water.

"The meat of this thing looks good. Maybe we can consider cooking some and roasting some. At that time, we can sprinkle more salt and spices to eat it for at least several days."

As the chef of the team, Van Swick has already thought about how to deal with this raw meat.

You know, in the wild where natural resources are relatively abundant, getting food has never been a difficult thing, and you won't starve to death even if you just eat eggs from bird nests.

But the real difficulty is how to preserve the food you get so that it doesn't rot or deteriorate.

Especially in places like Rongma Grassland where there are so many mosquitoes, a piece of meat will be visited by flies and various parasites if it is placed outside for a few hours.

If it were just ordinary fly eggs and parasites, it would be fine, but I'm afraid there might be some terrifying magical creatures mixed in.

When you eat it, the eggs of those "cute little ones" will enter the human body and hatch and reproduce quickly.

It won't take long for a living person to become skinny, or even suddenly burst from the inside one day and be eaten up by countless larvae.

In order to avoid this nightmare-like scene, the simplest solution is to cook and dry the meat so that it is no longer suitable for the reproduction of these parasites and microorganisms.

The most common way is to roast or smoke it.

When the pieces of meat become hard and dry, most of the potential risks can be eliminated naturally.

"In short, before the weather gets worse, we must find a safe place to settle down."

After that, Grindelwald cast a prophecy magic, and soon got some useful information from it, leaving the road and heading southeast.

About twenty minutes later, the three saw a towering tree in the low bushes.

It is not known whether it is natural or artificial, the thick trunk of this tree is hollow, just enough to accommodate several people, it is simply a natural camping site.

"I didn't expect your talent for prophecy to be so outstanding after coming to this world."

Dumbledore's tone was obviously surprised.

Because he had used prophecy magic more than once, but he was completely unable to grasp the key points from trivial and obscure information prompts like Grindelwald.

Grindelwald replied with a smug look on his face: "Prophecy is different from other magic. It cannot be mastered by simple learning, but requires more talent and feeling."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "I completely agree with this. Because Soth also said before that prophecy is one of the magics he is least good at and least likes to use. Even he is like this, so there is no need to say more about the other ordinary spellcasters."

"Oh? Is there something he is not good at after becoming a demon god?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Haha, sorry, this question is a bit beyond the scope.

Because at my current level, I can't really understand how powerful Soth has become.

But what is certain is that he rarely uses prophecy magic, but obtains the information he needs through other more accurate methods.

And what happens in this world rarely escapes his eyes and ears."

After that, Dumbledore took the lead in getting into the tree hole and released a zero-ring light spell to check if there is any danger around.

You should know that in the continent of Faerun, wild tree holes are very likely to have beasts like bears, tigers, leopards, or giant spiders or super giant snakes as big as tricycles.

But fortunately, there is nothing like this in this tree hole, just some insects that like darkness gather here.

Clean up the spider webs around a little, and pour some insect repellent under your feet, and it will soon become a qualified camping site.

Just as Vanswick was returning with some weeds and branches he had picked up from the surroundings, a bright and dazzling flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by rumbling thunder, followed by raindrops and hail as expected.

Chunks of heavy ice fell to the ground like meteorites, twisting the originally dense and tall weeds into twists and turns.

Grindelwald cast a spell to hold up a small protective umbrella for the horses staying outside to prevent them from being injured or killed by the hail.

At the same time, a bonfire was successfully lit in the tree hole, and potatoes, onions and fresh meat were stewed in the pot on the shelf.

These three ingredients are the most commonly eaten by people who have been adventuring in the wild for a long time.

On the one hand, it is cheap and can be supplied in almost any village. On the other hand, it is easy to store and there is no need to worry about it rotting and deteriorating due to bumps and bumps.

After a while, the aroma of food wafted out.

Vanswijk skillfully took out a seasoning packet from his pocket, first sprinkled some refined salt and MSG produced in the West Coast Empire, and then threw in some dried chili to enhance the taste.

After all, in this humid weather with constant rain, nothing can beat the cold and keep warm than eating something spicy.

“It tastes great! There’s nothing better than a bowl of delicious, spicy stew at a time like this.”

Grindelwald swallowed the slightly hot food in his mouth and showed a very satisfied expression.

"It should be paired with a sip of strong wine."

With that said, Dumbledore handed over the metal flask in his hand.

Grindelwald took it without saying a word, raised his head and took a sip. Then he exclaimed with gleaming eyes: "Sambia's special fire whiskey? You, an old drunkard, still hide such a good thing? I I thought they’d all been drunk on the boat crossing the Dragon Bay!”

"How is that possible! Of course you should save the good things and enjoy them slowly."

Dumbledore snatched the wine bottle back and handed it to the handsome elf priest next to him.

Being cared about by his beloved, Vanswijk suddenly had a faint blush on his face, and his eyes were full of affection. He picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.

The three of them just took a bite of each other and quickly consumed all the food and liquor.

Just as the atmosphere was heating up and the action scene was about to begin, the bad weather outside suddenly changed strangely.

I saw a huge figure vaguely emerging from the dark clouds above my head.

Before they could react to what was happening, an extremely thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

The dazzling light and the violent shaking of the ground immediately caused the horses to be frightened and run away.

Immediately afterwards, a huge rift suddenly opened out of thin air, and thousands of orc warriors poured in from the other side.

There were so many of them that they looked like a tidal wave.

"This...is this?!!"

Dumbledore stood up suddenly and extinguished the bonfire as quickly as possible, then stuck his head out of the tree hole and looked out.

This was the first time he intuitively felt how terrifying the supernatural power of this world could be.

Especially the huge crack that tore apart the space, it was like splitting the world from the middle.

"This is divine power! Incomparably chaotic and evil divine power! The orc god Gruumsh is angry!"

Vanswijk expressed his feelings in a trembling voice.

As a priest, he is naturally very sensitive to divine power, not to mention that the other party did not make any cover-up at all.

"Angry? Why?"

Grindelwald asked with a serious face.

Vanswijk shook his head slightly: "Don't ask me, how could I know. Whether it was Tyr, the god of justice that I believed in before, or the god of love and beauty that I serve now, they all hate the chaotic and evil orc pantheon. ”

Just when Grindelwald wanted to ask for more information in this area, Dumbledore suddenly pointed at the mighty orc army in the distance and said: "No! Look! They are coming towards us!"

Following the direction of his finger, one could clearly see the orc army pouring out of the cracks, advancing towards the defense line where the tree hole was located at extremely fast speeds.

Especially the orc cavalry riding wargs will use the keen sense of smell of canines to grab out the creatures hidden in the grass, tear them to pieces and devour them.

Obviously, it is basically impossible to avoid it simply by relying on invisibility.

"Oh—that's not good."

Grindelwald subconsciously pulled out the silver metal figurine hanging on his belt for emergencies.

Now he finally understood why the man who called himself "Codelin" was willing to offer such a sky-high commission of five thousand gold coins as a deposit.

"What should we do now? Use teleportation magic to retreat?"

Vanswijk was obviously extremely nervous, and the arm holding the mace was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Because he is an elf!

The other party is the orcs who regard the elves as their feuds and mortal enemies!

Once he falls into the hands of these violent beasts, what he will face is not just torture and death. Maybe even the soul after death will not be able to enter the kingdom of gods.

"No! We can't just give up halfway! Gellert, you take Vanswijk and go first, while I stay behind."

Dumbledore made a very decisive decision with a frightening light in his eyes.

"Are you crazy?"

Grindelwald turned his head sharply and asked sharply.

But Dumbledore grinned and asked, "Do you look like I'm crazy?

No, I'm sensible.

Precisely because this matter may involve a battle between gods, I am never willing to give up.

After all, as long as you give up this kind of thing for the first time, you will have to do it countless times.

When a person is used to retreating whenever he encounters danger or trouble, can a great adventure still be called an adventure?

So I want to follow the example of most adventurers in this world to face dangers and difficulties and create my own legend. "

As close friends, lovers, and soul mates who have known each other since they were young, Grindelwald understood almost instantly what his old friend wanted to express, and asked solemnly: "Even if you pay for it with your life?"

"Well, yes, even if it costs your life."

Dumbledore's face began to light up with a smile of excitement and anticipation.

"Hahahaha! Okay! In that case, I will stay with you. Vanswijk, you go first."

Grindelwald laughed and slapped the elf priest on the butt.

But what’s interesting is that although Vanswijk was very frightened, he did not choose to escape alone. Instead, he subconsciously clutched the Holy Emblem of the “Fire-Haired Lady” and said in an extremely firm tone: “If you don’t leave, neither will I.” Go. Both Tyr, the great god of justice, and Suna, the god of love and beauty, teach their followers never to abandon their friends in the face of danger.”

"But this time I might really die!"

Grindelwald stared into the clear eyes of the elf priest and issued a warning.

"It doesn't matter, let us die as generously as the heroes in the bard's tales."

After that, Vanswijk began to pray to the goddess he believed in, and then the sacred energy spurted out from the body, giving the three people the blessing of not being afraid of the fear in their hearts.

The light produced by divine magic is undoubtedly very conspicuous in the darkness.

The warg cavalry rushing at the front was the first to notice someone in the tree hole, and then howled one after another.

Ouch——

Under the transmission of this unique wolf message, two to three hundred wolf cavalry quickly gathered, followed closely by the orc warriors without mounts.

"Humans? Elves? Kill them and sacrifice them to the great Gruumsh!"

The leading orc raised the spear in his hand and took the lead in charging.

In the culture he has been exposed to for a long time, both elves and humans are weak and born to be conquered and enslaved by themselves.

Because only weak races will hide behind city walls and fortresses and dare not face the cruel wilderness, and survive by growing crops, something that only lowly slaves can do.

A truly strong man should abide by the law of survival of the fittest, with only the strongest warriors qualified to become the leaders of the tribe.

Those who are weak should be bullied severely and obey the strong unconditionally like humble slaves.

It has to be said that in terms of self-awareness of self-strength, the orcs as a whole have the same beauty as the barbarian tribes with missing brains and incomplete cerebellum development.

After all, if they are as powerful as they boast, why is the richest and most extensive land in Faerûn always occupied by humans, elves, dwarves and gnomes representing civilization?

Why are the orcs constantly driven into inaccessible wilderness, forests and mountains?

Because they prefer the beautiful natural scenery there?

Give me a break!

Anyone who has lived around mountains and forests or rivers and lakes knows that the "beautiful scenery next to mountains and rivers" in any bullshit advertising slogan is a fucking lie.

Being close to mountains means there are a lot of birds, small animals, spiders and insects, and being close to water means there are so many mosquitoes that they can suck you dry.

Therefore, these guys do not live in areas with harsh environments voluntarily, but are driven there by the continuous squeeze of living space. It is civilization that ruthlessly defeats barbarism, and it is an all-round crushing of organizational capabilities and productivity levels.

If it weren't for the support of gods behind them, the orcs would have been killed long ago if they had to be productive but not organized, and they basically relied on robbing weapons, equipment and food. I no longer dare to have any thoughts of resistance.

After all, orcs are also intelligent. It is impossible to maintain strong morale after being defeated over and over again, and firmly believe that they are strong.

But at this time, the role of religion and gods comes into play.

As long as the priest continues to preach that the great orc god Gruumsh is invincible and invincible, all previous defeats were due to the enemy's despicableness and cunning, and it was also caused by the former chief's weakness and incompetence in not obeying the will of the god, as well as his bravery and fearlessness. The orc warriors have nothing to do with them.

In this way, all the orcs can shirk the responsibility for the defeat with peace of mind, and then continue to attack caravans, villages and towns under the leadership of the new chief, and prove that they are naturally strong by bullying and enslaving civilians.

Little do they know that all this is just self-deception, just like the main god Gruumsh they believe in refused to admit that one of his eyes was blinded by the elf god Corellon.

Facing the menacing warg cavalry, Dumbledore, who had already experienced hundreds of battles, did not panic at all. He instantly concentrated on casting and completed the force wall technique.

moment!

An invisible wall directly sealed the entrance to the tree hole.

Because the other party charged too hard, there was no time to brake, and the huge wolf's head hit it with a bang.

Without any preparation, the huge impact brought by inertia and weight suddenly caused the warg's head to bend at ninety degrees, and made the sound of broken bones.

Click!

The orc sitting on top did not fare much better. He was thrown away and hit the wall of force. The spear in his hand was broken on the spot and inserted into his chest.

In less than a second, this guy completed the feat of killing himself.

The wolf cavalry following behind saw this and hurriedly braked or avoided the giant hollow tree.

But Dumbledore obviously had no intention of letting them go, and completed the second spell - fireball - at an extremely fast speed.

In a blink of an eye!

The scalding flames exploded among the wolf cavalry, and the splashing flames immediately ignited the dense bushes and weeds, and spread to all directions at an extremely fast speed.

"Spread out! Quickly spread out!"

"That treacherous human mage wants to burn us to death! Put out the fire! Someone put out the fire! Don't let the fire start!"

"But there is no water source nearby. How can we put out the fire?"

"Cough cough cough cough——"

…

Accompanied by shouts and violent coughs, the warg cavalry, who had been very arrogant just now, suddenly became panicked.

You must know that the grassland fire is absolutely fatal to the orc army that has just been teleported.

Because once it burned, it was impossible for them to outrun the speed at which the fire spread, and they would eventually be engulfed by the flames and turn into charred black corpses.

What's even worse is that the small amount of rain and hail that fell previously wetted the grass roots, causing large areas of weeds to produce deadly smoke during the burning process.

Many wargs with a keen sense of smell were choked by the black smoke, and immediately fell to the ground, dizzy, coughing violently, and then were engulfed in flames and let out heart-rending wails.

Grindelwald, who was also good at playing with fire, showed a cruel smile and directly used the wind-making technique to help the fire spread quickly, chasing the orcs and burning them desperately.

They even used pyrotechnics to turn open flames into pungent and choking smoke that enveloped the orc warriors, causing them to gradually suffocate while coughing until they were engulfed in flames.

Seeing that the orc army that was so aggressive a few minutes ago was now running away in panic, he sighed with unfinished content: "What a pity, it would be great if I could use sharp fire. Otherwise, I can burn all these orcs to death without leaving a single trace." ”

"Don't be stupid! This is a big event involving the gods. Do you think that if all these orcs are burned to death, the gods behind them will be indifferent? Now, let's leave this dangerous place as soon as possible..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he suddenly saw an orc holding a red giant ax slowly walking through the burning flames.

He looks stronger than ordinary orcs, and has a black eyepatch on one of his eyes, exuding a disturbing and violent aura.

"Are you the culprit that caused all this?"

The orc warrior stared at the blood-red one eye and asked loudly.

"That's right! Because it was your people who took action first."

Dumbledore quickly added protective magic to himself and prepared for battle.

"very good!"

The orc warrior nodded slightly, then raised his head and said in a very proud tone: "Remember, my name is Lonte Blood Eyes, the chosen one of the great Gruumsh, and I am also the one who is about to kill you."

"voter?!"

Vanswijk's pupils suddenly dilated.

As a pastor, it is certainly impossible for him to not know what this title means.

You must know that in many cases, the appearance of the electorate means that the god behind it is paying attention to something, and the attitude of the electorate represents the attitude of the god.

"Hmph! Priest of a weak red-headed bitch."

The orc who called himself Lonte Bloodeye obviously noticed the holy symbol worn by the elf priest and immediately cast a look of contempt and disdain on it.

Because although Suna, the goddess of love and beauty, is a powerful god, she is not very popular in the eyes of many gods.

Among them, Tempus, the god of war, believes that she is vain and frivolous and is not worthy of being his enemy. Other gods such as Bane, Gruumsh, Cyric, Talos, and Melkor, the previous generation god of death, also have almost the same attitude.

no way.

After all, in the eyes of these gods who are full of war, killing, destruction, and destruction, a goddess who only cares about talking about love, enjoying the pleasurable experience brought by sex, and appreciating works of art and everything that can be called beauty, will not be seen at all. Like a huge threat.

Therefore, the God of Love is a very rare type with relatively few enemies among powerful gods.

Of course, this is because she rarely gets involved in conflicts between gods, and usually just cares about her own affairs.

In addition, there are also rumors that this goddess has an unclear relationship with Angelis, the trinity goddess in the elf pantheon, and even evolved from a certain aspect of the former.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Vanswijk, who had always been weak, had a rare moment of strength.

No pastor can remain calm after someone insults the God they believe in face to face.

If this were a priest from Bane, the god of tyranny, or Heim, the god of guardianship, he would have already rushed forward with weapons to defend his beliefs.

"I said your god is a weak redheaded bitch!"

The corners of Lonte Blood Eyes' mouth slightly raised, revealing the orc's iconic fangs, and issued a naked and undisguised provocation.

"Dirty bastard! I'm going to smash your head in!"

This attitude instantly made Vanswijk lose his mind and want to rush forward to fight for his life.

But at the critical moment, Dumbledore decisively stopped this elf who was not good at melee combat: "Don't be fooled! He is deliberately irritating you. This way, the priest can be eliminated first and we will not be able to receive treatment in the subsequent battle." "

"But he's insulting the fire-haired lady!"

Vanswijk was trembling with rage, his eyes blazing with rage.

"I know. But you don't have to vent your anger on a dying person, do you?"

After that, Dumbledore stepped out of the tree hole.

As the fire continued to spread, except for the tree behind it that was protected by magic, the rest of the weeds had been burned to pieces, and the ground was covered with gray embers and sparks that shot out from time to time.

"Do you think you can kill me who has been blessed by the great Gruumsh?"

Lonte Bloodeyes laughed mockingly.

"How will you know if you don't try? What's more, I'm very curious as to why your god suddenly sent so many troops to the Rongma Grassland. Isn't there originally a very powerful orc tribe here?"

While testing, Dumbledore used Olympiad vision to identify how many magical equipment the opponent had and what their functions were.

You must know that not all mages can accurately identify the purpose of every piece of magic equipment in this way.

Because the color of arcane auras is often very general and can only tell you what faction it belongs to.

But the specific effect depends on the texture, symbols, production materials and other details.

Only a handful of people who are very good at making magic items can possibly figure out the parts that require specialized knowledge.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was already very good at alchemy, so he became very interested in making various magic items after coming to this world. Most of the equipment on his body was made or improved by himself.

So it only took a few seconds to figure out the specific functions of the armor, belt, boots, arm guards, and connections.

Only the arcane aura emitted by the crimson ax in his hand was too dazzling, and it was definitely an out-and-out artifact.

Lonte Blood Eyes looked at the human mage in front of him with great interest, and joked in a playful tone: "So you didn't know anything and rashly got involved in this war that doesn't belong to you?

This is really unfortunate.

To tell you the truth, the orc tribe that currently rules the Rongma Grassland is a traitor who has betrayed the teachings of the great Gruumsh.

Especially their chief Thrall, who is not an orc from this world at all, but a pawn brought by the devil prince Soth from other worlds to divide us. "

"Thos? Split? Pawn?"

Dumbledore instantly grasped the three key words, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Ah! I understand.

Soth is using this chief named Thrall to completely break free of the orcs in this area from Gruumsh's control.

Then establish a kingdom of orcs that favors order, gather faith, and enshrine gods, tearing apart the foundation of faith of the entire orc pantheon.

Gruumsh discovered this, so he opened the portal in anger and sent you from other places, intending to destroy this seed that threatened himself.

And we were dragged into the water by a certain force using employment as bait. "

"You are very smart, human. But unfortunately you woke up too late. No matter who you represent behind it or why you are involved, it makes no difference to me."

As the last word blurted out, Lonte Blood Eyes suddenly charged forward, rushing forward at a speed close to the speed of sound in less than a tenth of a second, and without saying a word, he struck with a powerful blow.

"careful!"

Grindelwald raised his hand and cast the [Obstacle Technique] instantly.

As you can tell from the name, this is the Faerun Demon Network version of the Magic Earth Barrier Spell. It can delay or even suspend the opponent's movements. It is one of the more practical low-level spells.

However, because the spread is not very wide, there are not many mages who know about it, and they are basically concentrated in the Arcane Society and several affiliated branches.

As a chosen one, Lonte Bloodeye obviously had strong magic resistance. This spell only delayed him for less than two seconds before the huge ax chopped down hard.

Fortunately, two seconds were enough for Dumbledore to react, and he instantly started short-distance teleportation and appeared sixty or seventy meters away.

The moment the ax blade collided with the ground, a violent explosion and fire instantly swept through everything within a radius of almost ten meters.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Obviously, this is the impact of the red giant axe.

After the embers and mud in the sky dispersed, the figure of Longte Blood Eye had disappeared.

Just half a second later, he fell directly from the sky and chopped down the towering tree that provided shelter to Grindelwald and Vanswijk, obviously aiming to kill the two of them directly.

"Run!"

Grindelwald first pushed the elf priest out, and then activated any door in the accident chain at the moment when the ax fell and caused an explosion.

The air wave generated by the violent explosion immediately lifted Vanswijk away before he could run a few steps, and then drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and fell to the ground with a loud groan.

This not only severely damaged his internal organs, but when he fell, his arm also hit a rock and was severely deformed. It was obviously broken.

But this time, Grindelwald and Dumbledore finally saw clearly how this troublesome enemy suddenly disappeared.

To be precise, Lonte Blood Eye did not use the ability to teleport, but used the shock wave generated at the moment of the explosion to fly to the target.

Since the explosion will bring up a large amount of soil and plant ash to obscure the view, it looks like it suddenly disappeared.

You don't need to ask to know that the artifact ax protects the holder from all damage caused by the explosion.

"This is trouble! Dear Albus, if you have any cards, now is the time to show them."

Grindelwald pursed his lips and revealed a wry smile.

After a brief confrontation, he could basically conclude that the chosen one of the orc god was a standard enemy with rough skin, thick flesh, high magic resistance, and extremely fast movement speed.

In particular, the wall of force technique and spiritual transformation, which restrain melee combat, are of little use when facing the artifact axe.

Because the flames produced by the explosion are standard elements - fire damage, while the shock wave is force field damage.

"If the other party is a chosen one by the gods, it shouldn't be considered cheating if I use a little external help."

Dumbledore whispered, quickly took out a very unique-looking amulet from his arms, and squeezed it with all his strength.

moment!

The thorn-like spikes on it pierced the skin of the palm, bleeding out dark red blood.

The next second...

A dazzling red light beam fell from the sky, directly throwing Lonte Bloody Eyes away like a tattered rag doll, who was just one step away from rushing forward to complete the kill.