The yellow-green fist and the blood-red sun, two equally huge energy bodies slammed together, making a deafening loud noise, accompanied by a white light that was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes, and an invisible shockwave centered on the collision site and spread around.

Those who were closer, like Simu and Dragher, felt like they had been slashed by knives in their faces, and the orcs who were a little farther away were also blown to the staggering, and some even fell directly to the ground.

It's enough to see how powerful the collision of two magic is.

The end result?

Is it the sun that swallows its fist? Or a fist knocking the sun away?

In a few seconds, the light faded, and everyone reopened their eyes, desperate to know the outcome.

The savage orc shaman still stands on the back of the giant boar because it has absorbed aaagh! The yellow-green fist that has become huge by energy has not changed much, it is still so eye-catching, and it seems that the proportions of the whole person are very incongruous.

Above him, the red sun summoned by Dragher hadn't disappeared, but it was noticeably smaller than before, and the giant mouth was still spraying yellow-green light.

It should be the aaagh that I just inhaled! Energy.

Who has the upper hand? Glance.

"The Great Shaman is awesome! aaaagh！ ”

Simu raised his machete as soon as possible, and all the orcs of the "Broken Claw Tribe" immediately followed, erupting into an excited roar.

On the other hand, on the side of the "Blood Spear Tribe", the orc boys looked at each other, not knowing what was happening.

Amidst the cheers, there was a sudden unwilling roar.

"It can't be!"

Dragher's face was hideous, staring at the evil sun floating in mid-air, and he found that the spell he had cast at the risk of his life not only did not cause any damage to the enemy, but also shrunk a lot.

What made him even more unbelievable was the aaagh that was spit out by the evil sun! The energy, under the guidance of a special power, was absorbed by the fists of the savage orc shaman.

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

In his first lesson after awakening to become a shaman, the master told him that aaagh between different tribes! Energy is not universal.

"How? Still not convinced? I'll just say you little kid don't understand anything! This is the totem enchantment, all aaagh in this place! Energy, no matter where it comes from, must be commanded by me! ”

Urzago heard his exclamation, and it was rare to explain, but there was naturally a deep contempt in this tone.

"Totemic enchantment?"

Dragher seemed to have heard these words, but there was no time for him to continue thinking about them, the battle was not over yet.

He raised his staff again, concentrating his mind and controlling the evil sun to launch a second attack.

There was another loud bang, but the result was the same, the blood-red sun was blocked again, and it was smaller again.

The orc shaman felt a shock in the back of his head, as if he had been knocked from behind, and several streaks of blood left from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

"I don't believe it! The Evil Sun is the most powerful form of magic! Again! ”

He didn't give up and continued to wave his staff, repeating what he had just done, but his head hurt more and more, as if it was about to explode.

It's a pity that no matter how many times you try, you can't change the result, and by the fifth time, Urzago, who was already a little impatient, opened his huge fist and grabbed the sun in the palm of his hand.

It turned out that unconsciously, the former was already more than twice as large as the latter.

Dragher was already in a state of madness, bleeding from all his orifices, and he was still frantically urging magic, trying to break free from the giant hand, but it didn't make any sense.

"One last thing to tell you......"

The lazy voice of the savage orc shaman sounded in his ears, and he didn't know if he heard it.

"Do you know why you call me the Green Prophet? Because I'm a shamanic prophet! Legendary! Compare magic to me? Look for death! ”

After saying that, he pinched it casually, and the blood-red sun in his hand exploded like a ripe tomato, and almost at the same time, in the same way, Dragher's head was also torn apart because he couldn't stand the powerful energy, and the red, white, and green flowed to the ground.

The great shaman of the "Blood Spear Tribe" died in battle.

………

At the same time, on a small hill not far behind the frontal battlefield, Stone was happily fighting with the rushing orc boar riders.

He had already guessed that the other party would come to attack his ogre cannon, so he waited in place with the big guys of the "Broken Tooth Guard" and waited for him.

Sure enough, a group of wild boar riders snorted and killed, looking very powerful, but when they were still a few hundred meters away, they were shot by more than a thousand goblin archers who were lying in ambush behind.

At first, Bull Rotten Bone and his elite orc riders didn't look down on the arrows fired by these goblins, and some of the brave ones didn't even bother to dodge, in their perception, the goblin archers not only had a low hit rate, but also shot soft arrows.

As the most elite troops of the "Blood Spear Tribe", they are all wearing the thickest and heaviest equipment, especially the big guys, who can be called heavy cavalry, even if they are shot, they will not hurt when they are pierced on their bodies, and at most they will scratch a little skin.

As a result, reality gave them a hard slap in the face.

The hit rate of the goblin archers is indeed average, but it can't stand the crowd, and after two or three rounds of arrow rain, most of the orcs, including the mounts under their crotches, have been hit by arrows.

The strength of these arrows is indeed not large, and the distance is not far, most of the orcs still rushed over, and it seems that they did not suffer much damage, but just when they were about to start killing, they found that the problem was not right.

The speed of the boar under him suddenly slowed down, the weapon in his hand suddenly sank, his eyes became unclear, and his brain began to dizzy.

"Poison on the arrow!"

Bull roared angrily, but it was too late, and he could only continue to lead his men forward, hoping to take out the enemy as quickly as possible.

What he never expected was that someone on the other side also had the same idea.

In the face of hundreds of galloping cavalry, the stone that had long been unstoppable suddenly came to his head, and he actually launched a counter-charge on the chariot of the pot-bellied king.

Accompanying him was the huge Aracrina Empress Spider, "Atrak", and the one who pulled the cart was replaced by the equally heavyweight Squiger meat grinder, "Little Fist".

"Little fist! Atrak! Rush! them! ”

In this way, two huge beasts rushed side by side, although the wild boar of the "Blood Spear Tribe" was fierce, but it was not at the same level as them at all, as soon as the two sides came into contact, seven or eight orc riders were knocked to the ground, and before they could scream, they were cut off by the stone wielding two "fang" machetes.

In front of the black orc, who is three meters five tall, even if it is a big orc, he is also a younger brother.

Killing is only secondary, the stone completely disrupted the rhythm of the opponent's charge, and the effect of the poisoned arrow gradually attacked, and the advantage of the blood spear cavalry was not fully exerted.

On the side of the "Broken Claw Tribe", although they are all infantry, they are all orcs who have experienced a hundred battles, and their numbers are not inferior to the other party.

As for what made Stone smile from ear to ear, it wasn't that he was so happy, but that he received a system prompt shortly after the battle began.

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