It is a lively and noisy orc camp.

Although it was already nightfall, there was not the slightest sign of quiet sleep inside the camp.

Over-energized orc warriors gathered around the campfires, drinking spirits, beating their chests or weapons, singing muffled old songs, laughing and scolding loudly, without the slightest hint of the tension of the soldiers.

But in the middle of the camp, in the tallest cowhide tent, more than a dozen orc powerhouses with strong bodies and cruel and tyrannical bodies were gathering around, arguing loudly.

At the top of the tent was a werewolf with an extremely strong body, with two simple and narrow war knives stuck in its back, wearing cowhide soft armor painted with special magic runes, a string of white bone necklaces made of animal bones and fangs hanging around his neck, and his knees, shoulders and elbows were covered with hard cowhide, which were densely covered with hideous spikes that had not dried blood.

Sitting beside him was a shaman covered in strange feathers, with a terrible beast teeth on his nose and lips, and a body covered in multicolored germanium mud on the outside of his leather robe.

The least one of them who could sit in the tent was a Rank 3 orc, all of them with strong strength and strong bodies, and there was an unconcealed brutality on their dusty and scratched beast skin armor.

However, just as they were arguing loudly about how to encircle and suppress the evil sorcerers who had been hiding in the mountains, the orc shaman, who had been sitting quietly beside him with low eyebrows, suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the mountain with a look of surprise on his face.

Although orc shamans are scarce in number, they are the most admired and respected among the orc tribes. They are able to communicate with the high orc gods through special sacrificial rituals, so they have become the group of people who have the most say in the development and decisions of the tribe outside of the orc patriarch.

"High Priest Sanger, have you made any discoveries?" asked the most powerful werewolf who was on the throne and stretched out his hand to stop the roars of many of his men.

Although it didn't perceive the specific situation, a chill from the bottom of its heart made it suddenly vigilant.

It didn't have divination, so it was naturally impossible to see the movements of the group of evil wizards hundreds of miles away. But with its fourth-order advanced power, it was already qualified to access the ethereal plane consciousness.

Seem...... In this way, Mother Earth is sending a kind of warning message to it.

An unknown danger is coming at the team beyond its perception!

"It's the invaders...... "High Priest Sanger had curled up with ugly features, it coughed violently, and its already pure white pupils reflected a look of horror and fear that could not be concealed: "They don't know what they have done, they have seriously angered Mother Earth! Mother Earth has warned me to flee immediately...... Immediately, quickly...... It's too late!"

"Are those invading wizards trying to sneak up on us?" said the werewolf leader in shock, "With their strength, they can't seem to defeat us, right?"

"Yes, let them come! we orcs have never been afraid of them......"

"I'm going to wake up those little cubs just in time to give them a head-on ......"

Several orcs, who were visibly violently overwhelmed, immediately began to shout, as if they could rush up and slash down any enemy who came at them.

The whole tent immediately became noisy again.

"Shut up! Shut up...... Shut up! Listen...... What's that sound outside?" the werewolf leader pricked up his ears, his face listening carefully.

All the orcs fell silent and listened.

Sure enough, a strange and continuous roar of explosions suddenly came from the distance, and it was getting closer and louder......

For no reason, hearing this voice, the orc shaman spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body trembled a little.

"Enemy is coming!"

All ......

One by one, the orc powerhouses smashed through the cowhide tent and slowly rose into the sky.

Although they can't fly, and they don't have the blessing of divine arts, they can overcome the gravitational pull of the earth for a short time with their unmatched brute strength and extremely powerful body, so as to achieve this short-distance floating effect.

More orc warriors emerged from a tent stacked with patches, shouting and picking up their weapons to look at the sky with the sound of explosions in the distance.

There, at the end of the sky, a beautiful aura of bright red flames is slowly spreading, as dazzling as the super-large fireworks set off at a festival.

It's just that looking at the order in which the fireworks appear, it seems to be coming straight towards their camp.

Grim rode the night wind and found the orc team with little effort.

Compared to other wizards, Grim's appearance is indeed too stylish and cool. The path of flames that bloomed behind him perfectly marked his flight path in the sky, and he could see it clearly even if he was hundreds of miles away.

However, as a Grim Rank 5 Legendary Fire Witch, there is really no need to hide and be careful in this medium-sized Mutas plane.

After a flame leap appeared above the orc camp, Grim gathered his body and leaned over to scan the dozen fierce orc powerhouses, as well as the large group of orc warriors running and shouting below them.

"A swarm of ants......"

Grim's face showed a hint of fierceness and solemnity unique to wizards, and as soon as he raised his hand, a meteor shower that could envelop almost the entire orc camp appeared.

Although his strength was limited to the 4th order, with his knowledge, skills, and rank suppression far beyond the other party, he did not have the slightest fear in the face of more than a dozen 3rd and 4th order orc powerhouses.

The meteor rain of up to the 4th pinnacle level beckoned and immediately swept across the entire field of sight.

Meteor fireballs soaked in flame energy and with a trace of inextinguishable aura on them rained down into the sky. Everywhere he went, huge pillars of dust more than ten meters high were lifted, and only then did they turn into red rings of flame and slowly spread out, enveloping a large number of orc warriors.

Whether it's the shockwave of the fireball bursting or the beautiful ring of flames, it is extremely deadly to ordinary orc warriors.

The tough leather armor and skin shields they once prided themselves on were as thin as a sheet of wormwood paper under the terrifying golden flames.

And their strong and tall bodies could not resist the scorching heat of the terrifying flames, and they cried and wailed and ran around in the fire. It wasn't until the same flames erupted from the facial features and the pores around the body that they fell to the ground like rotten trees, turning into a pile of charred and withered ashes.

The Great Tent of Cowhide was set on fire, the wagons, the donkey carts, and the tents were set on fire, the earth and the sky were set on fire, and the orcs who were in the midst of heaven and earth were set on fire......

The number in front of him is as high as 3,000, and the average level is 1 order, and the high-level orc team is also first-class and strong in the entire Mutas plane. Even if it is thrown into other large planes, it can turn the world upside down.

However, in front of a legendary fire witch like Grimm, they were really like a swarm of ants, let alone fighting back, and even the light around him felt dazzling.

Ordinary orcs can't fight back, but it doesn't mean that these dozen orc powerhouses don't have the power to fight back.

Roar......

Oh......

With an earth-shattering roar, the dozen or so orc powerhouses took out their weapons one after another and rushed towards Grim from all directions.

But Grim's gaze passed over all the orcs and landed on the cowhide tent.

The taste of the magic breath...... There's also an orc shaman here?

Grim did not hesitate to cast the spell, and after the quick casting of 1 or 5 seconds was completed, a mushroom cloud of fire core melted up in the cowhide tent. The High Priest of Sange, who was secretly contacting the rear, instantly weakened his life breath.

A witchcraft can't kill it...... Then add one more sorcery!

Grim was about to continue casting spells, and the dozen or so orc powerhouses had already rushed to his side under the leadership of the werewolf leader.

"Look for death!" Grim snorted, and the burning realm that had not appeared for a long time instantly enveloped the kilometer radius around him.

Those orc powerhouses who had just rushed into the sky immediately burst into flames around them, and all the metal products in their hands and bodies immediately became hot and hot. The whole person was like being thrown into a furnace of flames, let alone fighting, and even breathing became so painful and tormenting.

Those Rank 4 orcs were still able to muster the power of their rage, barely keeping out the terrifying flames that were burning from them. But nearly half of the third-order orcs didn't even have the strength to block the flame invasion, so they lit a humanoid torch and fell into the sky screaming.

"Cut him ......"

"Hurry up and kill him......"

A fourth-order orc roared and rushed forward, and various weapons with unparalleled power swung towards Grim's body from all angles.

In particular, the werewolf leader turned into a gray lightning bolt, which instantly pierced Grim's body and appeared in the sky behind him.

Six or seven criss-crossing gray sword forces immediately appeared on Grim's body, and the whole person began to collapse and disintegrate.

"Hooray! Howell, you are the strongest!"

"Great!"

Several orc powerhouses who saw this scene immediately cheered.

Only the werewolf leader who had 'slewed' the evil fire witch had no joy in his eyes. It looked back and shouted, "Disperse...... That's not what he is......"

However, it was too late to remind.

In the next second, Grim's flame clone suddenly burst, turning into an even greater wave of flames that engulfed all the surrounding orcs.

And in the vast sea of fire on the ground, Grim's body slowly emerged, holding the orc shaman whose body was already half blackened.

Seeing this, the werewolf leader who witnessed this scene screamed and rushed down into the sky again......