The war continues!

Unlike the small area of three or five hundred people, the war scenes of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, are particularly cruel and bloody.

No matter how strong your individual strength is, as long as it has not reached the level of indestructibility, you must be cautious and low-key in such a fierce and chaotic battlefield, and you can't be too ostentatious.

Otherwise......

Grim had seen with his own eyes that a necromantic knight wrapped in cold and dead air and riding on a tall skeleton war horse was invincible on the battlefield with his powerful third-order strength, crushing the whole field.

Countless orc skull crushers trembled in front of its tall and mighty skeleton warhorse, and countless orc powerhouses were cut in two under its two-meter-long snow*. Everywhere it went, the aura of fear followed, causing all orcs to dodge in panic.

For a time, its fierce flame was so powerful that no one dared to take its edge lightly.

But soon, it was targeted by several equally powerful opponents in the Orc Legion.

Woowoo......

In the howling wind, several boulders the size of grinding discs tumbled at it with a piercing sonic boom.

The third-order necromantic knight bravely swung his sword and slashed three of them, but the last one smashed on his body, and flew out in a burst of armor twisting and deformation and the cracking of bones all over his body, falling into the crowd of corpses.

As for the bones under its crotch, the war horse was smashed into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

The Necro Knight struggled to get up from the ground, and although the bones of his body were broken and broken, the soul fire hidden deep within his skull was still intact. Just as it was trying to absorb the surrounding dead air and try to repair its broken body, the ground around it suddenly began to tremble violently.

The third-order necromantic knight raised his head with difficulty, and the scarlet soul fire in the depths of the black hole's eye socket suddenly shrank into a pair of sharp red rays in the shape of a cross star, staring at the mammoth war elephant that had smashed through the corpses and rushed towards it with a swaying step on the ground.

The opponent's body is as large as a small mountain, the opponent's proboscis is as flexible as a giant python, and the opponent's long ivory is as sharp as a siege cone...... What's even more terrifying is that the other party's huge paws as thick as stone pillars and as big as a carriage are stepping towards him with an unstoppable momentum......

The mammoth elephant scurried past the Necro Knight, crushing its entire body and its soul-fire skull into a ground of bone splinters.

The void resounded with a terrible wail before the death of the soul of the third-order necromantic knight......

The orc shaman perched high on the back of the war elephant branded a thick staff of sheep's horns, and shouted strange language that no one could understand, and from time to time a dazzling red light condensed from the palm of his hand and shot into the body of the mammoth war elephant below.

A dozen orc spear-throwers gathered around the orc shaman, shouting loudly as they threw their short spears into the crowd of black crushing corpses at the war elephant's feet. The blood-red war elephant with blood-red eyes stimulated by the 'Berserk Technique' raised its proboscis and let out a long roar that shocked the audience, and rumbled towards the portal.

In front of the eight-meter-tall mammoth war elephants, most of the necromancers have become dwarves clustered around the giants. With their size and strength, they were powerless to stop the mad advance of the mammoth elephants.

However, this extremely arrogant mammoth war elephant only survived for 43 seconds longer than the Rank 3 Necromantic Knight.

Under the command of the lich hiding in the tide of corpses, the high-ranking necromancers fired a fluley of spells and smashed the mammoth elephant and the dozen orcs on its back into a sieve with a dense cannonball.

With a terrible wail, the huge mammoth war elephant fell to its knees covered in blood and fell to the ground!

A huge amount of gray smoke was splashed at the scene.

Blood was splattering, and severed limbs and severed heads flew in the air......

On the front of the winding battlefield that stretches for miles, countless orcs are fighting and fighting with the tide of necromancy.

They sacrifice their lives and die, and they don't care about their lives.

But their lives at this moment seem unusually humble and cheap!

Countless orc warriors fight in blood, slashing or smashing down countless ugly zombies with their giant axes or warhammers. However, the purple-black viscous rotten blood was filled with terrible plague virus bacteria, and a puff of yellow-green smoke burst out all over the battlefield, and the orc warriors who were caught in it coughed wildly.

The large area of ulcering abscesses made them bleed with the slightest movement, and their bulging muscles were rapidly eroding, and their mighty bodies began to collapse and decay rapidly.

Rotten Blood Zombies, Poisonous Zombies, Plague Zombies......

The shriveled, shriveled, walking corpse-like necromancers exploded into clouds of smoke under the slaughter of the orc legions, quickly overturning much of the battlefield under a terrible cloud of poison.

Under the control of high-level necromancy, these poisonous clouds even began to gather into a plague frenzy, surging towards the densest places of the orc legions.

Orc warriors may not be afraid of powerful and tall enemies, but they have never dared to face this tiny deadly germ that cannot be killed or smashed. Their previously dense and thick ranks began to loosen and break apart.

Puff puff......

A series of large fireballs shot from the rear of the orc legion, exploding a sea of fire in the plague frenzy.

Countless noisy and subtle poisonous insect spikes converged into a huge wave of sound, swirling and stirring above the battlefield.

For a time, the poisonous insects and bacteria were burned to death by the high-temperature flames!

Although such a move could not stop the advance of the plague frenzy, it also greatly reduced the damage that the other party could inflict on the plague. This also relieved the conservative orc legion, and there was no immediate rout.

It's the orc shamans who follow the army!

The witches behind the tide of corpses coldly looked at the group of orc shamans covered in animal skins, with feathers on their heads, and their faces and bodies painted with bells and whistles.

Compared to ordinary orcs, these orc shamans appear to be somewhat thin.

However, looking at the thick claw staff in their hands, it is not a problem to pick it up and smash the heads of their enemies.

In terms of strength alone, even one of the worst warriors in the orc legion had a physique that was not inferior to that of a high-level body refining apprentice. Even most of the qualified orc warriors in the legion have reached the level of refining quasi-witches.

According to the normal comparison of strength, an official wizard in the wizarding world can easily slaughter about ten orc warriors. If the number of orcs is larger, it will be difficult for Tier 1 wizards to avoid some damage.

If the two sides fight to the death by any means, a Tier 1 wizard may be able to fight 20-30 orc warriors, but he will also die under the opponent's simple and crude stone hammer or battle axe.

No way, the wizard's body is still too weak!

As long as the layers of shields and sorcery protection are broken, the wizard's body is not necessarily much stronger than ordinary humans. A knife in the neck, or a big hole in the stomach, even those noble wizards will die.

And these orc shamans are equivalent to a weakened version of a formal wizard.

The magical power they possess is too rudimentary, and there are few powerful spells other than sporadic berserkers, bloodlust, and large fireballs. The only strange thing about them is that they can use all four elemental powers at the same time, and their ability to cast buff spells, healing, or damage is actually done with the help of strange totem poles.

They inserted wooden totem poles more than a meter tall and the thickness of a goose into the ground in front of them, and they could quickly summon the corresponding magical elements in their hands. And the spells they unleashed, although not huge, were unprecedentedly fast.

Grim squinted his eyes and watched silently from behind.

Through the chip perception, he could vaguely feel that the strange magic patterns painted all over the body of the orc shaman and the strange patterns engraved on the totem pole seemed to be in harmony with each other in terms of the frequency of the elemental oscillation.

The frequency of oscillation and change of the magic halo on both sides is almost identical!

What is this? Magical resonance or elemental harmonics? How do they make a cold dead thing become like a living being, able to perceive and absorb the free magical elements in space?

Miniaturized and weakened versions of the Elemental Altar?

A series of questions rose from Grim's mind.

It's no wonder that all those wizards like to conquer the other world, and sure enough, any other plane has a lot of mysterious knowledge and mysteries waiting for them to explore and study!

At this moment, he really wanted to capture an orc shaman right away, cut open his head and study it carefully.

However, seeing the orc shamans surrounded by the orc shamans from afar, the orc sword saints with strong bodies and quick and capable movements, Grim could only silently suppress this thought back to the bottom of his heart.

If the Skull Crushers belong to the orc warriors of the ordinary level, then these orc sword masters belong to the elite warriors of the orc level of the refining wizard.

They weren't very tall, and they weren't as big as ordinary orc warriors, but they were unusually agile and agile when they walked in lies. The weapons they wield were not large, bulky warhammers or axes, but long, flat, narrow knives or terrifying swords.

This also means that their attacks are mainly fast and sensitive, taking into account the explosive power of the flesh * body!

If he just rushed over like this and was beaten by a group of orc sword saints with big blades, I am afraid that the end would not be much better than stuffing into a drum knife array and stirring for a long time.

The Orc Sword Master has the ultimate physical explosive power and attack speed, coupled with the four-line elemental power that the orc shaman summons at his moment's notice, although they have not seen any high-level existence in their team, Grim, a powerful fire witch at the peak of the 2nd order, still does not dare to try it easily.

In such a battlefield where fierce beasts are rampant and strong people gather, being cautious and low-key is the only way to save your life!

The orcs are not all the kind of muscles that can only exert brute strength, and under Grim's peep, the group of orcs far behind the orc legion is very likely to be the real powerhouse in the opposing team.

Grim just wondered why they hadn't made the move to raid the portal after holding back for so long. Can't they see that the orc legions are already teetering under the onslaught of the witch forces?