Soon, a hazy phantage appeared in the void, it was the boundless wilderness, it was the scene that belonged to the heterotopic plane [Gray Wilderness]!

Half-virtual and half-real warrior apparitions emerged from a majestic palace in the wilderness, their burly bodies, their spears stained with blood, and their fearlessness!

They cast their gazes, their spears raised, they let out a battle cry, and then they turned into streamers and sank into the bodies of the many orc warriors!

One by one, the orcs had red eyes and roared into a state of rage! Blessed by the ancient shaman's war song, their muscles swelled violently, their eyes turned bright red from bloodshot, the accelerated flow of blood brought them greater strength and bloodthirsty ferocity, and the weapons in their hands glittered as if coated with a film!

The shaman's war song awakens the sleeping soul of the ancestor and descends the unique power that belongs to the soul of the ancestor!

Although the orcs do not have their own gods, their countless sacrifices have produced another kind of power, and the souls of the powerful half-orc warriors who have died in countless years have entered the realm of the heroic spirits belonging to the half-orcs in the [Gray Wilderness], and turned into the heroic soul of the half-orcs who blessed the half-orcs, which is the soul of the ancestors belonging to the shamanic sect!

And the power of shamanism is not weaker than that of any church of gods!

"Fight, boys!" When the shamanic war song came to an end, the hoarse voice with strange power sounded again, sending out the signal to fight!

"aaagh!" all the orc warriors standing on the wooden wall let out an instinctive battle cry at the same time, and then swung their weapons at the beasts and monsters that had been stacked on top of their companions' bodies and reached the wooden walls!

And after these fighting half-orc warriors, the old shaman who finished playing this shamanic war song involuntarily bent down and coughed continuously, and some black blood spots could be vaguely seen oozing out from the hand that covered his mouth!

"Great Shaman of Grada, why are you here?" Trian looked at the old shaman who had been helped up by two young shamans, but still pale, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Ahem, ahem, I still have to come and take a look, I can rest assured!" Grada coughed again, his cloudy eyes looking at the orc warriors who were fighting in front of him, his eyes full of concern.

"Well, you have to pay attention to your body......" Tryan sighed, and Trian knew that as the spiritual leader of the Fireblade Tribe, the Great Shaman Grada was already a heavy burden.

After all, most of the Fireblade tribe was able to survive under the erosion of ancient evil things, thanks to the Great Shaman Grada! He communicated with the soul of the ancestors through himself, and with the help of the power of the soul of the ancestors, he built an ancestral spirit circle to resist the erosion of the ancient evil things!

And as a medium to communicate with the soul of the ancestors, the body of the great shaman Grada has to bear the oppression brought by the transmission power of the soul of the ancestors at all times!

Shaking his head, Grada gently pushed away the two young shamans who were supporting him, and took out a jet-black wooden staff from behind him and straightened his waist.

"Ahem, Trian. At this time, Grada looked at the evil eyes behind the herd that were still and were just hiding in the shadows of the forest, driving the beasts to consume the living power of the Fireblade Tribe, and whispered, "During this period of time, I have read through the ancient texts passed down from the tribe, and at the same time, I have also had some communication with the souls of the ancestors. ”

"From some obscure accounts, I finally know what we are facing!"

"Ancient Evil Thing—[Heartsnatcher]!"

"An ancient evil that wreaked havoc here thousands of years ago, but was finally sealed under the earth!"

"Could it be that the tribe has been saying that it is sealed in that forbidden place that must not be entered?" Trian quickly thought of something after hearing Grada's account.

"Yes, that's right. Grada nodded.

Then his lips began to move again, and he seemed to say something again, but no one could hear him.

All that can be seen is that as Grada narrates, Trian's face becomes darker and darker.

When the beasts had already fought with the warriors of the Fireblade Tribe, the huge evil eye with a diameter of one meter resurfaced from the shadows, and at this time, a large number of hideous monsters gathered behind it silently, huge aberrant monsters, powerful blade demons, demonic evil eyes, and crouching jet monsters......

This is the true power sent by the Ancient Evil Creatures to attack the Fireblade Tribe, and the beasts that are controlled by the Ancient Evil Creatures with heart-snatching words are nothing more than cannon fodder used to consume the physical strength of the warriors of the Fireblade Tribe!

When the purple intent in the eyes of the huge evil eye became more and more intense, the large group of monsters that had been silent also moved, and the evil eye, demon eye, and jet monster with long-range attack ability began to lower their bodies and silently charge, while the melee monsters such as blade demons, distorted monsters, and alien demons were also charging and charging over the monsters that were preparing for long-range attacks!

Zizizizi!

With the rumbling charge of the melee monster swarm, a huge purple psionic beam shot out from the eyes of the huge evil eye, and at the same time, a series of dark purple or scarlet psionic beams were also shot out by the numerous small evil eyes and demon eyes, and clumps of blue-green acid also rushed out of the cannon barrel-like jet cavity behind them in the pull of the blast monster's muscles!

Boom Boom!

Several half-void and half-real spirits suddenly appeared in mid-air, which were the souls of the ancestors that formed the Ancestral Spirit Array! In the midst of their angry gazes, a pale golden curtain of light emerged, blocking many long-range attacks that streaked across the sky!

The eyes of the great shaman Grada, who presided over the ancestral spirit array, had already appeared a little pale gold, and his face was a little pale, as a medium to communicate with the soul of the ancestor, he also had to bear part of the shock that the soul of the ancestor received when he blocked the attack!

"aaagh!" The flame-red aura that lingered around Trian swam rapidly, and he suddenly pulled out a jet-black straight-edged knife that he was carrying behind him, and then a stream of flame-red qi quickly covered it, and in the fierce swing, he pulled out seven or eight flame-red qi three or four meters wide, and rushed straight towards the huge deformant monster that fiercely charged towards the wooden wall, they were the only monsters that could directly collapse the thick wooden wall!

- "Break the Sky and Slash"!

At the same time that the aberrant monsters were split into two pieces by the huge flame red energy, a bucket-thick lightning bolt also suddenly slashed down from the sky, violently attacking the huge evil eye that shot out a beam of psionic energy, exploding a large area of electric light on a layer of purple psionic light curtain, and at the same time quickly catapulting towards those small evil eyes and demon eyes, turning them into charcoal!

- "Chain Lightning"!

At this time, the great shaman Grada slowly put down the jet-black wooden staff in his hand, and after a few low gasps, he raised the jet-black wooden staff in his hand again, and in the low spell sound, eight translucent huge wolf souls quickly pounced from behind Grada, jumped off the wooden wall and pounced and bit in the herd!

- "Summon the Ghost Wolf"!

With the sound of many young shamans also beginning to chant incantations, an even more fierce battle has broken out!