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The tall, burly orc warrior's face was filled with fear, and his cloudy eyes were constricted into pin-and-needle eyes, filled with a thick sense of horror.

He saw something that frightened him so much in front of him.

There was a gray, cold mist wafting in front of us. In the gray mist was an old orc, his face was pale, and his deeply sunken eyes and the tip of his nose and the corners of his mouth were all dripping with a trace of scarlet blood. The hair all over his body was charred and curled, as if he had been burned by flames. He was clad in tattered leather armor, and there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, where the heart was, but now there were only a few arching milky maggots, sucking the nutrients inside.

"Click~~"

The skin at the corners of the old orc's mouth was peeling off, revealing Bai Sensen's jaw and teeth, and he was giggling.

The orc warrior looked at the strange existence that resembled him, and he was terrified from the bottom of his heart. Because only he understands that it was his father, and that he killed him with his own hands.

How many days and nightmares appeared in front of his eyes, and for a moment he stood there stiffly.

"Toronto, what's the matter with you?" The orc warriors on both sides asked in surprise, and they found that Toronto's eyes were chaotic and dull, and a black mist hovered above his head.

The other side.

Grant and the others, who rushed down the slope, breathed a sigh of relief, just now Grant and Highland used the intimidation technique together, and the two spells superimposed on each other to make the orc warrior appear a terrifying illusion for him.

"Grant, use the next move. The carriage was about to leave from behind. Hailan, who was dressed in a white robe, held the staff of his small arm sternly and called out urgently. His eyes stared at the group of half-orcs in front of him, three hundred half-orcs, among whom there were many masters, and this was the first time he had experienced such a dangerous situation.

"Yes." Grande nodded and waved his hands.

Invisible sky, nothing. But at this moment, there was a sharp chirp. The sound of gurgling liquid was heard. The group of orcs suddenly found themselves dripping with a viscous liquid, the liquid exuded a pungent smell, and some of the orcs wiped a handful from their chests and sent it to the tip of their noses to smell it carefully.

Suddenly, his face changed drastically, like a pig's liver, and he was bruised.

"It's oil. It's oil! He screamed in fear, a rough roar like thunder, piercing the eardrums of the orcs around him over and over again.

Seeing that the greasy potion was poured on them, covering about two-thirds of the amount, Grant's eyes showed a look of relief. True and false dust is scarce, and he can only use it for the three-headed corpse witch vulture. Otherwise, you can add it to yourself and a few companions, so that you can easily solve each other, but at the moment, this kind of timing is also smooth.

Holding the Long Sword of the Full Moon Elves in both hands, the corners of Grant's lips moved slightly, and as his spell began to ripple around him, the elemental particles were arranged in a disorderly manner, and a trace of fire appeared in the air. A huge mass of golden hands came into view.

"Burning Hands!"

Grant spat out a few magical words. The flaming hand on his chest flew around the tent with a snort.

Suddenly, the flames began to burst into the sky, and the sound of the explosion caused the surrounding bushes to rustle violently. The needle-shaped leaves were blown apart and torn apart.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Heart-rending sounds burst from the mouths of the orcs, their terrible wails, the pain of the flames scorching all the orcs mad, as if they had encountered the most painful thing for them, and the intense pain washed over their nerves.

Only ordinary knights who have reached level seven or above, or official knights, are not much of a problem, although they are weakened and negative, but their strong constitution makes them step out of the flames one by one, and their whole bodies are scattered with shock, and more orcs don't care about fighting at all, and all run to the edge of the icy valley, dousing their bodies with roaring ice water to let the flames dissipate.

As soon as the two touched, fierce sparks burst out.

"Great, at least for the time being, everything is going well, and then it's time for the carriage and the frontal sprint."

"You must get out alive, you must reach the steel barrier!"

All of them instilled confidence and clenched their cross-swords in their hands, while the Knight of Crane on one side raised his sword high and roared: "The carriage is down, ready to cross." ”

"Yes."

Some of the would-be knights in the back also helped to convey it, and gradually spread to the protruding mountainside.

On the surface of the flat grass came a carriage, and gradually two and then three, and they were smeared with a layer of emerald green juice, but the wheels and wheels of the carriage had a silver vein, intertwined to form a peculiar rune.

This is the runic circle that Hailan personally set up to maintain the balance of the carriage.

"You want to win." Emile stood in the carriage, looking at the rushing group with concern and determination, while beside her stood a man with a silver face similar to Grant's, hissing and silver-white eyes looking down on the orcs below.

After some careful planning, the silver golem is tasked with protecting the carriage and stopping the approaching orcs.

In a few breaths, Grant, who was the closest, had already approached, and his inky black eyes stared at the half-orc in front of him who was being nourished by the flames, and couldn't help but sneer three times.

"Damn it, roar!" The approaching orc roared, picked up his spear and stabbed Grant, who saw it as the human in front of him who had caused their annihilation, and even their younger brother, who might have been a sentinel, was also eliminated by them.

"Wow!"

The thin sword in Grant's hand cut a graceful silver line in mid-air, as if it were just a flash of lightning, and in an instant, a thin mark was cut in the neck of the orc.

This is the swordsmanship that has been hammered by Cardas in the past few days, although it cannot be compared with the top-level Bauhinia Corolla Knight swordsmanship, but it is already very powerful.

"Grizzly bear, plesio-tailed wolf." The corners of Grant's lips moved slightly, his hands pointed to the sides in front of him, and suddenly burst into two pitch-black flames, and an angry roar came from inside, and the crimson snake-tailed wolf and grizzly bear pounced on the surrounding orc troops with violent power, but they skillfully avoided the powerful orc warriors. And around Grant, they are not close to the center of the battlefield.

The Witch Vulture was put away.

Grant knew that in order to gain energy, he would have to deal with them himself. But his spiritual power and mana reserves are very small, and he can only cast less than ten spells before he is dumbfounded, unless he can be promoted to a full-fledged mage, everything is in vain, and now he can only rely on demon pets and swordsmanship to fight, and occasionally hunt with spells.

The way of hunting is also very ingenious, Grant does not go deep into the most fierce battlefields, he always picks the opponent on the periphery who can be solved by himself.

For a while, the milky white energy seemed to fall into his body as if soft white snow had fallen into his body, and then submerged into the skin and began to slowly moisturize the interior of his body, and this energy finally gathered in the energy pool of the core, slowly cultivating the energy that could be promoted to a full-fledged mage.

Protected by an ordinary knight, Mage Hyland began to cast offensive spells as well as binding spells to thwart the opponent, holding the staff in one hand and the frozen scroll that Grant had given him before he planned in the other.

"Is this guy a mage or not, and why is the way he fights so messed up." Hyland was on fire, and he glanced at Grant, who was on the periphery, fighting in an extremely obscene manner. He felt that the other party was too inconsistent with the identity of a mage, but Hailan would never understand that the other party needed experience to improve the level.

Soon, he was implicated by the stalemate battlefield in front of him and began to fight hard.

There were also Kardas and Knight Crion fighting on the side, they were bathed in blood, experienced wandering on the battlefield of orc battles, the two of them had exquisite moves, step by step, for a while the two of them were surprised by each other, Crion did not expect that the entourage around Grant had this kind of strength.

And Kadas didn't expect that there would be such a knight with rich combat experience in the countryside, and suddenly the two of them sympathized with each other, and when they looked at each other's faces, they showed a friendly look.

But at this moment, Kadas's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted, "Be careful, ......" (to be continued. )