The Sky Hunter pushed open the hatch and was about to walk out, but the moment he stepped out of the hatch on one leg, a beige light smashed on him, it was the Hand of Time-Film-Miles, his signature magic skill "Time Rewind", quickly pulled the Sky Hunter back two minutes ago, where he was standing, the mage whose face was blocked by the purple mage hat looked at his companion who was famous in the White Stone Society for "acting faster than thinking", and shook his head helplessly,

"Believe me, Arta, those orcs won't be a problem for us!"

"Why? You see they're all about to go into the Time Cage! Oh, yes! It's the Time Cage! The Orcs are descendants of the Second Age, and they don't dare go in!"

Brills patted his head and reflected,

"We are the children of the orthodox Third Age, and the cage of time doesn't work for us!

"It's not great at all! Brills, when will you remember to use your superior intelligence! Is it true that you flew so fast that the wind poured into your head, as rumored to be?"

Fei Lin knocked on the table very dissatisfied, and looked at his companion with a nonchalant look, so he accentuated his tone again,

"Do you think those orcs will sit back and watch us enter the cage, knowing that the cage of time will not work for us? no, their bloodthirsty minds will only sum up one thing, and that is to kill us before we enter the cage!

"That's why I'm going to destroy that fleet! Stupid you, Filin! Orcs produce good warriors, but they don't know anything about magic, I only need to wield a "sea of sunfire" to have a sixty percent chance of destroying a third of the ship!"

Brills immediately began to fight back, it was inevitable, when two people of superior intelligence came together, that mutual hostility would not go away, even if the two were good friends. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"But they also have legends, don't you feel it? The sharpness in the air, the orcs have at least one Juggernaut, the top one, I admit you can destroy a third of the ship, but in the face of a sneak attack from a Juggernaut, how do you deal with it?"

Filin stood up, pulled out his golden key-like alien staff from his chair, and walked over to Brills' side,

"Arcanists are powerful, but we can't lead a war, especially if both sides are elite divisions, so I'm going to talk to those orcs first, and if it can be resolved peacefully, it's best of course!"

"But the order of the Council of Elders?"

Brills was also a little hesitant, the mages were wise guys, and because of their wisdom, they hated indifferent wars even more, but compared to Film's understatement, Brills was a little hesitant.

"Let the elders meet the ghosts!"

With a rebellious expression on his long and narrow face, he patted Brills on the shoulder and whispered,

"I don't believe you didn't see it, but the people who fought with us this time were all battle mages from the Marfa faction, including the third magic guide airship formation, which was also Marfa's descendant troops, didn't you see the expression that looked like eating a fly when Malfa announced the order?"

The Hand of Time picked up his golden key-shaped staff, and his already low voice became like a whisper.

"Leave the Presbyterian Church alone, my brother, we shouldn't fall victim to this despicable factional struggle, and if we let Marfa's descendants lose out because of us, how will we face that flawed guy when we go back?"

Brills was silent, and after a few seconds, he said with a hint of remembrance,

"Hey, I really miss the time when the Sage of Maggit led the White Stone Society, look at the present, the ruthless Silver Shadow and the mean arcane wizard, these two guys have simply made a mess of the White Stone Society! I sometimes want to leave this smoky ghost place and become a manager in a remote area, which is better than staying in the Holy White Stone Castle and being angry!"

"Don't worry, my brother, the Sage won't be set up all the time, you and I both know that the Silver Shadow and the Mystic Wizard don't have full control over the hands of the thousand-year-old war machine of the White Stone Society, and those two fools will only intensify the torture of those poor wild mages in order to fill in an ugly feats for their ridiculous merit book, but when the orc war breaks out, it will be the time for the Sage to return, until then, we need to be patient!"

"Hmm"

Brills nodded, he took a deep breath and smirked,

"Now, then, let's go and have a good chat with those orcs!"

Filin nodded, he reached out and lowered the purple mage hat on top of his head, embellished with golden stars, opened the hatch, and said to the Dharma Protector standing in the doorway,

"Go tell the captain that all of us are going in the direction of the orc fleet! Don't worry about their attack! I think we both need a pre-battle exchange!"

On the other side, as soon as Rogman stepped out of the bridge, he saw under the white clouds, seven airships shining with the brilliance of magic runes were approaching his own fleet at a rapid pace, and Ormanch, who was the vanguard, had already stood behind the ballista himself, and seemed to be planning to shoot the first arrow of the battle himself.

However, unlike a hot-blooded young man like Ormanch, Rogman has been a horse all his life, and war is already an instinctive existence for him, but it is precisely because of this that he can feel that behind the rapid approach of the airship formation, there seems to be other meanings, the most vivid symbol is that the deck of those airships is not like the orc war forty years ago, full of murderous battle mages who are ready to parachute into the air.

Rogman stretched out a hand and shouted in a low voice,

"Silence! No firing! Ormanch, stand behind me!"

The terrifying reputation of the orc swordmaster fully demonstrated its power at this moment, although he was still roaring to cheer himself up a moment ago, wanting to cut off the head of a mage after the war, but after Rogman spoke, all the orcs consciously put down the weapons they were waving, and Ormanch, with his head down, looked unconvinced, but he still obediently walked behind the old orc swordmaster, not daring to complain.

"Look, Ormanch, a true general isn't just a brave man, do you really think those mages are going to war with us?" )