Without the weapon, Golfes's combat power plummeted by more than 30%.

Even if it moved its short legs and ran as fast as a rabbit, it couldn't keep up with Grim's elusive form. And every sorcery that inflicted the flame piercing hit the body with such a heart-rending pain, and the damage to it began to skyrocket.

After all, Golfes is a warrior-type fighting master, and if he doesn't have the means to get close to the caster, he will definitely be killed by the opponent like a dog.

If the Warhammer hadn't been lost, Golfes still had a barely commendable means of attacking at a medium range. Now that the Warhammer is gone, it's all that's left with a clearly targeted area attack, 'Raging Roar'!

The idea of using this 'furious roar' to freeze the other party and then kill them is simply a contempt for the wisdom of the other party. As a result, a bewildered Golfes could only chase after the tall flame giant like a hulking bear, bearing on the opponent's endless furious flame attacks.

There is no suspense about the outcome of the battle!

The only thing that sustained the Ogre Chieftain from falling was the two powerful allies who were about to arrive.

As long as that Faensen and Krach arrived, it would be easy for the three fourth-order forces to take down this human wizard. Even if it is not good, it can scare the other party away, so as to save this Anglosh ogre camp that has lasted for thousands of years.

It was precisely because of this belief that the ogre chief was reluctant to fall under the attack of fierce fire and witchcraft.

Compared with the conservative and gentle Golfes, Grim, who fought against it, was actually suffering.

He was careful......

On the one hand, he had to be very careful to avoid the gutter capsizing and being overshadowed by this ogre chieftain. On the other hand, he had to control the power of his attacks so that they would not exceed the maximum range of the ogre chieftain and fall before the helpers arrived.

In fact, there is no suspense in this battle for a long time. But a victory in a battle, even if the result of the battle is the harvesting of a Tier 4 creature, still doesn't help Grim's true purpose on this trip.

Therefore, what Grim does will only make sense if the main purpose is achieved!

Therefore, this Golfes cannot fall yet.

At the very least, it can't fall until it draws those two allies over!

…………

It is a huge and clear lake.

The blue water is calm and unwavering, and in the dark and deep wetland swamp, it is as beautiful and clear as a giant sapphire.

Moat, the Swamp Sage, stood silently on a muddy bank at the edge of the lake, drawing a simple circle pattern on the ground with his wooden staff. When everything was done, it stood in the center of the circle with a wooden staff, holding a wooden bowl with half a bowl of water in its hand, and began to chant ancient and mysterious magic spells.

Hoarse and low mantra syllables spread across the clear lake, and in the places where they passed, although there was no wind, they set off small ripples one after another. When the magic spell lasted for half a quarter of an hour, it gradually turned high, and the surface of the lake that had been calm and waveless was already boiling like boiling water.

And when Moat, the Wise Warrior of the Swamp, reached the second half of his summoning spell, a thick mist began to rise from the surface of the lake in front of him. The water mist did not disperse, but continued to gather together, gradually condensing into a huge water man with a body of eleven or twelve meters.

As Moat finished his last incantation wearily, the wooden bowl in his hand exploded, and the puff of clear water turned into a mist and burrowed into the water man's body, and the tall water man opened his eyes at the same time.

Lawrence, the Prophet of Water, Rank 4.

A quarter of an hour had passed since the summoning ceremony, and the Water Prophet Lawrence had fully regained his senses.

It lowered its head, stared at Moat, who was as young as a child in front of it, and asked in a deep, old voice.

"Moat, what is it that disturbs my sleep this time? I feel like I've only been asleep for three hundred years. If you can't come up with a good enough reason, I'm going to take the Water Soul from you and sever your spiritual connection completely......"

Integrating the body into a natural water source and slowly growing in strength through thousands of years of slumber is actually a way of growing for Lorence. But it is clear that in the material plane, such a way of growth is easily disturbed by external factors.

Therefore, although he and Moat have known each other for thousands of years, they are suddenly awakened from a deep sleep, and their mood is still not too good.

"Old friend, a lot has happened in the swamps during your slumber. Now that you've woken up, you might as well use your strength to feel it...... The wetland swamp needs you, we need you, you can't continue to sleep!" Moat shook his head bitterly, looking helpless.

"Wetland swamp ......" Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then closed his eyes and sensed it carefully according to the other party's instructions.

It is worthy of being a fourth-order water prophet, even if it is 108,000 miles away, as long as there is a water source, it will not be able to escape its spiritual induction.

After only closing his eyes for a moment, Lawrence opened his eyes suddenly, and his warm and mirror-like gaze was soaked in an angry red glow.

"Why...... Why is life so withered in the swamps, why are the water elements in the swamps crying, what has happened to the swamps in the three hundred years that I have been asleep?"

Moat lifted his head, his gaze colliding with Lorence's.

The two spiritual threads, one blue and one green, are only slightly linked, and the two sides have a clear understanding of everything that has happened in the wetland swamp for hundreds of years.

"Demon Spore...... Blight...... Human Wizard ...... Wetland War......" Lorens's gaze gradually turned fierce: "It seems that the source of all disasters is the Demon Spore Clan. After this incident, it's time to get these guys out of the swamp. But what's the matter with that human wizard, how do I sense an even more terrifying aura of danger in him?"

At the mention of human wizards, Moat's face also became a little embarrassed.

He ...... He's a fire witch!"

The Water Prophet Lorens's originally calm mind exploded in an instant.

"What? Moat, you're crazy! How can you allow a Rank 4 Fire Witch to run ramp through our swamps, and what terrible damage he will do to our environment...... No, I'm going to expel him immediately!"

Water and fire are different from furnaces.

Even if they had never met, the Water Prophet Lorens did not have any innate affection for the human fire witch.

Even if Grim has Alice's fate blessing on him, if he wants to meet this Lorence, he still has to bear the negative blessing of Favor-2. On the other hand, Grim and Moat, the wise man of the swamp, had barely reached a friendly level because of the few things they had done before.

Otherwise, Moat would not have immediately mobilized his own high-level forces to rescue him after receiving a remote contact from Grim.

Of course, one of the main reasons Grim was able to engage Moat was that he was also acting in the interests of the wetland swamp as a whole. In the case of the same interests, with a fourth-order helper like Grim, the certainty of expelling the Demon Spore Clan in the wetland swamp will be even greater!

But unfortunately, the water prophet Lorens who Moat came to invite was obviously not compatible with the human wizard. Therefore, as an intermediary mediator, Moat also felt a little embarrassed and headache!

"Old friend, please bear with me for a while! That human wizard is only here for the Origin Water of the Demon Spore Clan, and there is no conflict of interest with us. So ......"

"Well, seeing that he didn't break our rules after he entered the swamp, I'll not trouble him for the time being. The loss of water in the wetland swamp is so serious, it is very likely that the Devil Spore Clan has drained all the water and extracted the source water from it. Hmph, this thing can't be taken away by human wizards. When the time comes, we'll just send him away with some other treasure......"

Moat did not express his position on the advice of the Water Prophet, but sighed sadly.

Lorens had never been in contact with that fire witch, so naturally he didn't understand the power of the other party.

If you really want to send the human wizards away in a hurry, as Lawrence said, I'm afraid that the wetland swamp will immediately face another terrible disaster!

However, Moat is also well aware of the stubbornness of his partner, and it is clear that it is useless to argue with him at this time. Therefore, it could only sigh and silently began to think of various possible remedies.

"Regardless, that fire witch is fighting Golfes, the ogre chief of Angelos. It makes sense that we should all rush over to help. So, old man, this time I'll have to teleport with the help of your water mist!"

"No problem. I'm still going to help with that...... Old friend, stand up a little bit!"

At the behest of the water prophet Lawrence, Moat stepped down the mud bank and trampled on the surface of the water as if he were walking on the ground to the feet of the other.

"Old friend, relax your spirits, we're about to teleport away......"

In the high-pitched and clear cheers of Lorens, two figures of great size, one tall and one short, disappeared into the water and disappeared without a trace.

In the corner of another lake a hundred miles away, the mist was filled, and two strange figures suddenly appeared.

"This is the southwest corner of Lake Dark...... Old friend, give me two minutes to prepare, and we'll be able to do the next mist teleportation. I calculated that it would take about 11 teleportations to reach the vicinity of those ogre camps. ”

"Thank you!"

"It's nothing, it's all for the wetland swamp!"

A moment later, with a ripple of water, the two strange figures disappeared again......