Urzago erupted without warning, still in such an unreasonable way, not to mention that the others were dumbfounded, and even Smu stood on the spot, not knowing what to say.

He had seen firsthand the power of the "Green Prophet" magic, which could turn a living orc boy into a bouncing Squiger, but he never imagined that the Great Shaman would use such a simple and crude way to attack.

Anyway, it's too aaagh! Finish! Help yourself out of the bad breath.

Not only him, but the slightly depressed morale of the other orcs of the "Broken Claw Tribe" was also rekindled, and their excited roars resounded on the battlefield.

This kind of direct collision with the enemy is simply too much to their taste, especially the visual impact brought by the war pig running and charging like a small mountain, which is definitely much more powerful than the magic of the other party's shaman just now!

aaagh！ Gotta no more aaagh!

All of a sudden, Dragher's sudden attack, which caused a large number of casualties, eliminated the negative impact.

As for the orc shaman who was still in high spirits just now, after being hit by a solid hit, he flew out more than ten meters away, rolled more than a dozen times, and then got up from the ground with a disgraced face.

His face was covered in blood, and his chest was aching faintly, but fortunately, after awakening into a shaman, his already strong body was more resistant to beating than before, otherwise this violent impact would have been enough for him.

Although it seems that he was only slightly injured, it did not affect his movements, and the staff that was regarded as his life was still tightly held in his hand, but the outward damage was far from expressing the pain in the young shaman's heart, especially for an arrogant and ambitious orc, it was really humiliating to be sent flying in such an embarrassing way, like throwing a match on a pile of dry straw drenched with oil, which instantly ignited the raging anger in his heart.

Like a wronged child, Dragher stared at the barbarian orc shaman who attacked him, and shouted:

"Aren't you the most famous shaman? Then use magic to fight me! I'm not afraid of you! ”

After saying that, he walked forward step by step, more aaagh than before! Energy began to gather around us.

It's preparing for a new magic and wants to be ashamed.

Instead of being surprised, Urzago let out a contemptuous laugh at the sight of the yellow-green shaman walking towards him, one can imagine the look of disdain behind his wooden mask.

"Magic? I think about the entire Northern Badlands, and no one dares to pretend to these two words in front of me. ”

Urzago said this sentence with a full force, and his attitude can be described as extremely arrogant.

If Shi Shi was present at this time, I am afraid that he would have to give a thumbs up to his big shaman and sigh, the big guy pretended to be a good man.

The Green Prophet's haughty attitude further infuriated Dragher, and he angrily decided to use one of the most powerful spells that the tribe's great shamans could ever learn, a spell that even his master could not guarantee 100% success, to make the other party realize how undeserved he had said a word.

If the spell fails, he will only have one fate, which is death, but this will not stop Dragher's determination.

The young orc shaman began to dance with his hands and feet, and at the same time he was muttering words.

An invisible force emanated, and only Urzago on the back of the giant war pig on the opposite side understood what it meant, but instead of stopping it, he had a playful look in his eyes.

After jumping alone for more than a minute, a gust of wind blew across the entire battlefield, and all the orcs of the "Blood Spear Tribe" were in a trance, and something seemed to have been sucked out of their minds.

This was not an illusion, and above their heads, yellow-green dots of light appeared one by one, symbolizing the magical power of the orcs.

"The cunning Brother Mao covers me! aaagh！！！ ”

With a loud shout, there were several times more aaagh than before! The energy was mobilized, like a trickle into the sea, surging towards his head.

Streams of warmth swept through his body, the part that had just been hit no longer felt painless, and his mind became agile, and the orc shaman had never felt so good about himself.

OK! It can be successful! You can win!

His movements were getting faster and faster, and the amplitude of his body was getting more and more exaggerated, and finally, at all, in all aaagh! After all the energy was gathered, it seemed that a hole had been torn open in the sky above the battlefield.

A sun wrapped in crimson flames burst out of the crack.

With the small aaagh that the stone likes to use before! Like the magic "Curse of the Evil Moon", the surface of this red sun that exudes an evil aura can also clearly see the fierce face of an orc.

As soon as this evil sun appeared, it opened its bloody mouth and devoured the aaagh floating in the air! Energy, while eating, its size is also like blowing up a balloon, expanding rapidly.

The other orcs on the battlefield were stunned by the spectacle, only Dragher showed an excited expression, knowing that if he summoned the blood-red sun, the magic would be more than half successful.

There is still one last step to come.

He raised his staff and pointed at the magical sun in mid-air, waiting for it to consume all its energy.

"Great Shaman! Run! ”

Not far away, Scar Orc Simu saw that his shaman did not react to this very terrifying-looking magic, and hurriedly shouted anxiously.

Unbeknownst to him, Urzago did not have any intention of dodging, but also danced awkwardly, and even made a grimace.

He didn't intend to back down after pretending to be forced just now, it seemed that he wanted to have a direct confrontation with the other party.

I don't know if it's self-confidence or arrogance.

Anyway, Dragher is desperate.

Finally, when all the energy was devoured, he immediately waved his staff in the direction of the barbarian orc shaman opposite, and couldn't wait to shout out this big aaagh! The name of the magic.

"Evil-sun-coming-coming-!"

The red sun, which had grown to a large size, was like a falling meteor, braving the flames of the red serpent and slamming down on Urzago and his giant boar.

"Die!"

The exhausted "Blood Spear Tribe" Da Sa shouted hoarsely with a crazy face.

It was as if he had seen the other party being devoured by the evil sun he had summoned, shattered to pieces.

This is a super magic that even a master may not be able to use! I'm a genius! It is the spokesperson of Brother Mao who walks on the earth!

Dragher's entire face was contorted with excitement, looking extremely ugly and terrifying.

It's a pity that it turns out that he is not only ugly, but also beautiful.

Seeing that the red sun was getting closer and closer, Urzago's graceful dance finally came to an end.

He didn't feel at all that he was in a big trouble, and still said slowly:

"Who, I'm here to teach you, what is the real magic, totem rising!"

As soon as the barbarian orc shaman raised his hand, four yellow-green energy pillars appeared around the huge boar furious ripper, more than one person tall, painted with all kinds of strange symbols and most indispensable, a big face symbolizing Brother Mao.

Under the cold gaze of the totem pole, all the orcs of the "Broken Claw Tribe" present felt their blood boiling, and their usual desire to destroy and fight became stronger.

Urzago raised his empty left arm, his five fingers slowly clenched, and the desire in the boys' minds instantly transformed into aaagh! energy, and rushed at great speed, submerging into it.

The arms and fists, which had been thin and thin, swelled up rapidly like a sponge soaked in water, and grew larger and larger, soon surpassing the barbarian orcs themselves, and looked incongruous.

At this time, the red sun summoned by Dragel was only a few meters away from him, and the orcs around him, regardless of tribe, all ran away, except for Urzago, who did not retreat, but actually raised his fist wrapped in yellow-green light, which was now swollen to the size of a wild boar at his feet, and swung it towards the oncoming magical sun.

"Brother's Fist!" ()

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