Pillars of fire rushed into the sky with a loud sound, and the boiling heat wave had already surged like a tide into the chaotic battlefield, and even the air became hot and hot at the top of the great tree wall where the wind was howling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The branches on both sides were constantly shattered by the wind, and the golden-red fire attracted almost everyone's attention, as if half of the large tree wall was burning, and there was no sign of dissipation at all.

Leah immediately remembered the scene that had happened in the forest before - the black-haired wizard waved his wand calmly, and in an instant turned the three-headed ogre into charcoal!

He did it?

The battle at the top of the mountain had been interrupted by the sudden roar and flames, and the elves, who were still fighting bloodily, stared at the flames in the distance in amazement, the scene in front of them was beyond their imagination, and they even forgot that they were still fighting the enemy.

It was the ogres who broke the eerie silence - the howling monsters seemed to be completely frightened by the flames, and panicked away from the battlefield and ran away in the direction of the flames.

The top of the entire tree wall was completely chaotic, and the elven warriors who were stunned in place looked at the monsters that were frantically fleeing, exposing their backs to themselves without concealment, and desperately rushed to the opposite side of the big tree wall, and even the ogres who had fallen were crawling on the ground with their hands, rushing desperately as if crazy.

What was going on? The sudden turn of events left the elven warriors at a loss, not even knowing whether they should pursue them or not, and only a handful of war dancers took advantage of the monsters' escape to save many warriors who were on the verge of death.

More spontaneously gathered around Lukka and Curnow, waiting for the two Wardancer Leaders to give orders—at this point, they didn't know what to do.

"Are you all stupid? Hurry up and stop them!"

Grabbing the spear of the war dancer beside him, Kono glared at the scarlet eyes and roared: "Warriors of the Wind Chasing Forest, follow me to save our savior-!!!!"

Before Lukka and the Morningstar Forest's war dancers could react, the elves of the surrounding Wind Chasers had already followed Curnow to pursue the ogre.

"What are you doing here?" Luca gritted his teeth as he looked at the war dancers around him, "Follow them and bring His Excellency Loren Turin back—!!!"

The elves of the Morning Star Forest, who had received the order, finally rushed forward after the warriors of the Wind Chaser. No matter how fast the fleeing ogres are, they can't overtake the athletic war dancers, and it's easy to catch up with them.

An astonishing scene appeared at the top of the Great Tree Wall - the elves, with heavy casualties and only a few dozen warriors left, were chasing down a settlement of ogres that numbered nearly twice as many as them, and the ogres caught up in the battle royale did not even resist at all, and watched as the elves who caught up slaughtered their compatriots.

Any elf, as long as he has a spear in his hand and can catch up with the enemy, can slaughter like a flock of sheep, and the once terrible behemoths of the slaughterer, the ogre desperately fleeing, will not even turn back and fight back, and pounce on the wall of the flaming tree like crazy.

The elven warriors who watched Pao Ze die one by one, finally waited for their chance to take revenge, roared like red eyes and pounced on the ogre, slaughtering these monsters in a frenzy, forming a "line of defense" connected with corpses on the cold rocky ground!

But no matter how fast and efficient they were, there were still many ogres who outnumbered them, and there were still many who rushed out of the elves' thin line, and even the War Dancers had no time to stop them.

"Leave them alone, let these beasts pass!" the anxious Lukka stopped the female elf who was still fighting, and before the other party could refute, he spoke again: "The most important thing now is Lord Loren Turin, we have to get him back!"

"That crow's beak ......," Lia muttered to herself. By the time Lukka turned around, she was gone, and the wind-like figure had already pounced on the raging flames.

The closer she got to the flames, the more she could feel the air scorching like hell, the heat of the furnace scorching her body, the sweat dripping down her forehead, and disappearing before she could hit the ground.

The wheezing elf ran wildly, her eyes finally locked on the black-haired wizard - Loren, standing on the edge of the cliff, stood still with his wand in his right hand, his face calm.

I couldn't help but say that Lia rushed up directly, grabbing the collar of the black-haired wizard in his surprised gaze: "Do you damn madman want to die? Why don't you leave?!"

"This ...... The reasons for this are complex. Holding back the pain of about to explode his head, Loren barely showed a smile: "If I leave now, I won't be able to control the flames behind me!"

"Speak clearly!" the elf's hand tightened against his collar.

"Meaning they're going to set the whole wall on fire!"

Loren frowned bitterly, but there was no expression of regret on his face because of the sharp pain that was about to explode his head - on the contrary, the current fire was the highest level he had achieved as a spellcaster!

Not only did he perfect the high-level spell of "Turin Fire", but he also came into contact with a level that was otherwise impossible to touch, a level that was completely impossible for ordinary wizards to touch!

The reason why he couldn't use spells before, and even ordinary alchemy items, was because there was too much Void Power left around him. In such an environment, it is impossible for any force that does not reach the level of distorting reality to be effective.

For almost all wizards, this area is an absolute danger.

But Loren is different, his spirit and matter are completely fused - in other words, he can act as a transit station to blur the gap between the two, and let his own spiritual temple reverse erode the real world, to offset the remaining void power around him, and even use it for himself!

And after the Spirit Hall and Asriel overlapped, at the level of Void Power, the current Loren could barely do this.

But the premise of everything is that Loren can really turn himself into a "transit station". He must plunge himself into a deeper dream, truly "step into the void", blurring the edges of the physical and the spiritual.

And at the same time, everything that happens in the void becomes substance. The burning black ring scar on his chest is the best testimony.

He was now pulling a galloping carriage, and the reins in his hands were thinner than silk threads - at the slightest problem, these irascible void forces would no longer obey the "command", but would take Loren with them to burn the entire wall of trees to ashes!

One by one, the ogres screamed and fell to the ground in the flames, and more fell directly off the cliff in the flight, turning into a puddle of meat sauce with no visible shape.

They couldn't escape, as if they had seen some terrifying sight, and even death couldn't stop them!

The elven warriors who launched a pursuit from the rear desperately chased after them, but they were still deterred by the rolling heat, and did not dare to continue forward. After realizing that the ogre had not harmed Loren, Luca also told the war dancers behind him to stop the pursuit.

As if some voice was calling them, the mad ogres rushed into the flames like fools, as if trying to extinguish them with their bodies, only to make the fire grow stronger and worse, turning into shapeless charcoal.

The remaining monsters were slain one by one by the war dancers who caught up, until all the ogres were turned into corpses, and the flames of the sky gradually receded, and all the elves stopped.

Standing side by side, Luca and Curnow looked around in a trance, the corpses and blood at their feet, the robes with heavy casualties, as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare, a nightmare that would never wake up.

The rising sun illuminated the wall of trees, and all the fighting came to an abrupt end.