There are many orcs on the Wolf God Mountain, and if they can't teleport, even an archmage is likely to be trapped here, let alone a level 12 mage like Lord Savile.

And if he led an army, it would be about the same as the orcs pouring out to attack the mage tower of the territory, and in fact, no orc has ever been able to approach the town intact.

This time, however, the situation is very different.

The orc tide, which began as a tradition of banishing the people due to lack of food, has evolved into a regular festival of outings.

Whenever there is a wave of orcs, the orcs on the mountain will go down in groups to fight, fight, and plunder, and this time, Lord Savile deliberately arranged a large-scale head-on battle with the orcs.

Such a fierce battle far exceeded any previous orc wave, which naturally attracted more orcs.

Nowadays, there are only fewer orcs on the mountain than usual, and most of them are women and children.

Of course, the most important thing is that they have a real archmage with them this time.

Whatever Archmage Oron's true purpose is, as long as he can kill as many orc casters and destroy totem poles as possible, it's all worth it.

However, at the moment when the four of them appeared, a long roar rose from a stone hall behind the totem pole, and then the figures of Epps and the others shook and slowly fell from mid-air.

"Your Lord!" Alberke shouted.

"Don't panic!"

Epps had expected this, and said to Archmage Oron: "The orc great shaman will be handed over to Lord Oron, Bishop Ambriel will trouble you to suppress the totem pole, and we will go and eliminate the other orc spellcasters." ”

After saying that, Epps casually threw a fireball in the direction of the totem pole, of course he didn't expect a fireball spell to destroy the totem pole with special powers, he just wanted to attract hatred.

Sure enough, after seeing Epps attacking the totem pole, the blood-red eyes of the orcs who had surrounded him were almost dripping blood.

However, after throwing the fireball, Epps split into four and ran in four different directions, and Alberk did the same as the lord.

Four phantoms that were difficult to distinguish ran in all directions.

In this moment, they let most of the orcs in front of the stone hall go.

Bishop Ambriel quickly approached the totem pole and raised his hammer, a dazzling pillar of light descending on him from an unknown place, and the pillar of light was still slowly but surely expanding in all directions.

At this time, Archmage Oron felt that the restriction of the ban on flight had begun to weaken, but he did not fly at the moment, but stood in place and waited silently.

Strangely, all the orcs present turned a blind eye to Archmage Aulong, and even if they bounced back from Bishop Ambriel's pillar of light, they would automatically dodge when they were about to encounter Archmage Aulong.

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An old orc with gray hair and a slender body walked out of the stone hall tremblingly, and before it could speak, a gray ray shot from the tip of Archmage Orone's staff.

It's just that before this ray approached the old orc, it was blocked by an invisible barrier, and Ollong's eyes froze, the orc actually mastered the protective spell?

What an incredible thing!

In the perception of almost all human mages, with the wisdom of orcs, they are only worthy of possessing some shallow elemental spells.

Whether it's summoning thunder and lightning, or shaping wind and fire, orc spellcasters are not as proficient as human mages.

But now, what did he see? An energy barrier or a spell barrier!

Archmage Oron suddenly became a little interested in the old orc, so he tried to ask in orc language, "What kind of magic are you?" ”

The old orc didn't speak, but just turned the bone staff in his hand, and the surrounding orcs screamed and surrounded Archmage Aulong, and some of them couldn't even wait to get close and threw out their weapons in their hands.

Archmage Oron smiled, not paying the slightest attention to the attacks, still shooting a ray from the staff, but this time it was not gray, but green.

An orc warrior swooped down in front of the old orc, blocking the ray, but it itself instantly turned to ashes.

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Several weapons passed through Archmage Orone, but he was not affected in the slightest, and still asked as before, "What kind of magic are you?" Where did you get it? ”

The old orc still didn't speak, but his movements were already indicative of his attitude, and a giant bolt of lightning sent out from the tip of the bone staff, and then struck at Bishop Ambril next to the totem pole at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

The powerful lightning energy instantly repelled the slowly expanding pillar of light around Bishop Ambriel, and under the influence of this, Bishop Ambril snorted, but still maintained the pillar of light.

Archmage Oron was not angry at the old orc's lack of cooperation, but he was not willing to wait, he came here with his own mission, and even if he made a decision.

Two rays shot out at the old orc in succession, and the speed was extremely fast, so that the orc warrior who wanted to block it with his body didn't even have time to react, but this time it still didn't have an effect, and it crashed into the invisible barrier around the old orc, and it dissipated.

However, Oron's methods were by no means limited to this, and another Archmage of Oron appeared behind the old orc, stretched out his right hand full of magical aura, and stroked it seemingly casually against the invisible barrier.

Touches inspire a strong magical aura! In an instant, it was calm again.

At the same time, the Archmage of Oron in front of him fired a ray again, this time, the ray hit the old orc directly, and then Archmage Oron took out a bright black gem and recited a spell.

A black light flashed, and the soul of the old orc appeared in the gem, and its body had turned into a dried corpse.

Amidst the roars of the orcs one after another, Archmage Oron put away the Soul Jewel with satisfaction, and when he looked at the orcs around him, his eyes were full of malice.

He summoned a large orangutan-like creature and trampled to death an unlucky orc as soon as it appeared, but the other orcs didn't end much better.

The huge orangutan-like creature was like a mad orangutan, beating its chest while wreaking havoc in the orc pile, grabbing an orc and stuffing it in its mouth.

There was a crunch, and blood poured out, but this scene did not deter the orcs in the slightest, but because the death of the Great Shaman made them even more crazy, and they rushed towards the orangutan-like creatures without fear of death.

They have even forgotten the Archmage of Oron who actually killed their great shaman.

In a moment, Epps and Alberck flew in from a distance, and they saw this very hilarious scene, and all the orcs seemed to be completely insane, playing hand-to-hand combat with a giant orangutan.

However, they also saw the dried corpse that was still holding the bone staff until death, and their hearts sank, "Your Excellency Orlong, some of the orc casters have been cleared, and please take action to destroy the totem pole." ”