Chapter 825 The Great Adventure (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
Hoo-ho-ho--
With the strong wind from the east, the entire Rongma Grassland officially entered a rainy, Summer with lots of thunderstorms.
As a typical temperate maritime monsoon climate, although it is close to the pole, the temperature here is not low all year round due to the influence of the ocean currents from the Moon Sea. It is at least much warmer than the northern part of the west coast, and even warmer than the southern part. Baldur's Gate is a little higher.
But the problem is that the airflow from the Moon Sea in the south is intercepted by the Dragon's Spine Mountains that run east and west. The Galena Mountains in the east also blocks the airflow from the Far North and the east. To the west It is a natural barrier formed by the border forest, and the north is also isolated by mountains and wilderness.
In other words, the entire Rongma Grassland is like a naturally geographically surrounded area.
Only the huge pass formed between the Dragon's Spine and the Galena Mountains will bring the most important moisture to this land.
So as long as you look at the map, you will know that the direction of the strange airflow here is that the warm wind and water vapor come out from the swamp area, the only swamp area without mountains in the middle of the grassland, and then collide with the dry and cold airflow formed by the surrounding towering mountains. Precipitation in the form of rain, hail, snow, etc. provides water necessary for the survival of animals and plants on the ground.
Since there are no large lakes or rivers, it is difficult to form large-scale settlements in this area. They are basically nomadic, living a life of chasing water and grass.
And it is different from the beautiful scene that most modern people have in mind: "the sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind and you can see cattle and sheep".
The Rongma Grassland is a typical primitive grassland, not a mature pastoral area that has been developed by dozens of generations.
Its biggest feature is that the dense weeds can grow to more than two or three meters.
Not to mention "cattle and sheep are visible when the wind blows through the grass", even if there are animals grazing one meter away, you may not be able to see them.
So the situation here is much more complicated than the outside world imagines. The local residents are not prairie warriors riding on horseback. Unless there are some areas with relatively low grass, most of the time they can only If you rely on walking, you can't run at all, and you don't dare to run.
The main purpose of riding a horse is not to travel, but to increase the height and field of view to confirm the direction and avoid getting lost in the endless grassland with no landmark buildings.
At this moment, Dumbledore and his party were suffering because they regarded the military grassland as the European pasture grassland on earth.
Although they were walking on a path previously opened by merchants, they were still deeply shocked by the height of the grass on both sides.
Especially the beasts and monsters that suddenly jumped out from the dense grass on both sides, as well as the barbarian tribes and nomads who had been scattered by the orc army and had to rely on hunting and robbery to survive, it was extremely difficult to guard against.
What’s even worse is the weather that changes at a moment’s notice. It may have been sunny and sunny a few minutes ago, but a few minutes later there will be thunderstorms, or there may even be fist-sized hail.
The sourness that cannot be described in words will completely collapse anyone who tastes it a few times.
"What the hell! Why does this poor place feel worse than the North?"
Grindelwald couldn't help but curse in a low voice as he looked at the gloomy sky.
Because since entering this area, he has experienced no less than ten sudden thunderstorms.
Sometimes the hail was so big that it could kill people directly.
There are now only four horses that were originally bought to carry people and perform rituals. The rest were either killed by hail or tripped and fell by some branches and stones hidden in the dense grass. With his leg broken, he could only bear the pain and kill him.
"Don't complain, my dear old man, the difficulties encountered during the journey are also part of the great adventure, aren't they? Not to mention if we persist for a while, we should be able to reach our destination."
Deng Bullido couldn't help but smile and responded.
Obviously, in terms of mentality, he is much better than the other two people in the team, and he has no negative emotions at all due to the unpredictable and bad weather.
Just the opposite!
He really enjoyed the primitive scenery he saw on this journey that was completely different from the earth, as well as the accidents and dangers that could happen at any time.
Grindelwald rolled his eyes angrily: "Come on.
I hope you can still have such an optimistic attitude when the hail falls.
You know we have already discarded it. The tent.
The last horse is carrying the last food and water.
If something goes wrong, we will have to rely on Vanswijk's magic for the rest of the journey. ”
But Dumbledore responded with an indifferent expression: "It doesn't matter, don't forget that we can still hunt and fish. Due to the rainy season, the Rongma Grassland is now full of wild animals. I was with the Wizard Tower in Soth before. A wild elf druid lady has learned some wilderness survival skills that will come in handy now."
"Oh my God! You are like two completely different people now. , I should say that you have returned to the impulsive and aggressive Albus you were when you were young."
When he said these words, Grindelwald's eyes flashed with heat, obviously recalling it. It reminds me of those beautiful years when my "sexual love burning" made me unforgettable.
“Hahahaha! Because here we don’t have any worries, and we don’t need to shoulder any responsibilities. We only need to live for ourselves.”
With a hearty laugh, Deng Bu Lido suddenly raised the loaded light crossbow in his hand, aimed at the grass on the left, and pulled the trigger.
Whoosh!
The sharp crossbow arrow shot through the air and directly penetrated into the dense grass. Immediately afterwards, there was the painful neighing of animals, and at the same time, the grass that was originally swaying in the wind also swayed chaotically.
I saw his legs gently pinching the horse under his crotch, and then he rushed over and found a herbivore that fell to the ground with an arrow in the depths of the grass. It looked a bit like an antelope. It belongs to the gazelle family, but it has no obvious horns on its forehead, and its limbs are slender and its body is agile.
The crossbow bolt penetrated its heart and lungs, and blood was gushing out from the wound. It only struggled to run less than twenty meters before losing the ability to move due to severe pain.
“Aha! Looks like our dinner can be a little richer.”
Dumbledore drew his dagger and put an end to the animal's suffering with an extremely skillful movement, then ripped out the four legs that were best for carrying, as well as the best flesh from the back and abdomen.
The movements that are as pleasing to the eye as the butcher unloading the cow are completely different from the friendliness and kindness he showed when he was the principal of Hogwarts.
"It's incredible. Every time I see you handling prey, I feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience."
Grindelwald complained as he took the four bloody legs and tied them there. A saddle carrying food and water.
“The meat quality of this thing looks good. Maybe we can consider boiling part of it and roasting part of it. Then we can sprinkle a little more salt and spices on it to eat it for at least a few days.”
As the team's chef, Vanswijk had already figured out what to do with the raw meat.
You must know that in the wild where natural resources are relatively abundant, it is never difficult to obtain food. You can even survive by digging out bird nests and eating eggs.
But the real difficulty is how to preserve the obtained food without spoiling.
Especially in a place like Rongma Grassland, where there are so many mosquitoes, a piece of meat will be visited by flies and various parasites as long as it is left outside for a few hours.
It would be fine if it were just ordinary fly eggs and parasites, but I'm afraid some terrifying magical creatures might be mixed in.
When the time comes to eat it in one bite, those "cute" eggs will enter the human body and hatch and reproduce quickly.
It won’t take long for a living person to become as skinny as a stick, or even suddenly one day, countless larvae will burst out from the inside and eat them up.
In order to avoid this nightmare scenario, the simplest solution is to cook and dry the meat so that it is no longer suitable for these parasites and microorganisms to thrive.
The most common method is to grill or smoke it.
When a piece of meat becomes hard and dry, most potential risks can naturally be eliminated.
"Anyway, before the weather gets worse, we must find a safe place to settle down as soon as possible."
After that, Grindelwald cast a prophecy magic, and soon he After obtaining some useful information, we left the main road and headed southeast.
In about twenty minutes, the three of them saw a towering tree in the low shrubs.
I don’t know whether it is natural or man-made. The thick trunk of this tree has been hollowed out, just enough to accommodate a few people. It is simply a natural camping site.
“I didn’t expect that your gift of prophecy would still be so outstanding after you came to this world.”
There was a hint of surprise in Dumbledore's tone.
Because he has used prophecy magic more than once, but he is completely unable to grasp the key points from trivial and obscure information prompts like Grindelwald.
Grindelwald replied with a proud face: "Prophecy is different from other magics. It cannot be mastered by simple learning, but requires more talent and feeling."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "I completely agree with this. Because Soth has also said before that prophecy is one of the magics he is least good at and dislikes using. Even he is like this. , there is no need to say more about the other ordinary spell casters."
"Oh? Is there anything that he is not good at after becoming a demon?"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
“Haha, sorry, this question is a bit over the top.
Because at my current level, I simply cannot truly understand how powerful Soth has become.
But what is certain is that he rarely uses prophecy magic, but obtains the information he needs through other more precise methods
And rarely can things happen in this world be hidden. Get past his eyes and ears.”
After saying that, Dumbledore took the lead in getting into the tree hole and released a zero-ring light spell to check if there was any danger around him.
You must know that in Faerûn, wild beasts such as bears, tigers, and leopards are very likely to emerge from tree holes in the wild, or giant spiders or super snakes that are as big as a tricycle.
But fortunately, there is nothing similar in this tree hole. There are just some insects that like darkness gathered here.
After cleaning up the surrounding spider webs and pouring some insect repellent underfoot, it soon became a qualified camping site.
Just as Vanswijk returned with some weeds and branches picked up from the surroundings, a bright and dazzling electric light suddenly flashed in the sky, followed by rumbling thunder followed by raindrops and hail as expected. And arrived.
Tuotuo heavy ice blocks fell to the ground like meteorites, twisting the originally dense and tall weeds.
Grindelwald cast a spell to hold up a small protective umbrella for the horses staying outside to prevent them from being injured or killed by the hail.
At the same time, a bonfire was successfully lit in the tree hole, and potatoes, onions and fresh meat were stewed in the pot on the shelf.
These three ingredients are the most commonly eaten by people who have been adventuring in the wild for a long time.
On the one hand, it is cheap and can be supplied in almost any village. On the other hand, it is easy to store, so you don’t have to worry about it rotting and deteriorating due to bumps and bumps.
After a while, the aroma of food wafted out.
Vanswijk skillfully took out a seasoning packet from his pocket, first sprinkled some refined salt and MSG produced in the West Coast Empire, and then threw in some dried chili to enhance the taste.
After all, in this humid weather with constant rain, nothing can beat the cold and keep warm than eating something spicy.
"It tastes great! There is nothing more satisfying than eating a bowl of delicious and spicy stew at this time."
Grindelwald swallowed The slightly hot food showed a very satisfied expression.
"It's best to have another sip of strong wine."
As he said that, Dumbledore handed over the metal flask in his hand.
Grindelwald took it without saying a word, raised his head and took a sip. Then he exclaimed with gleaming eyes: "Sambia's specialty flaming whiskey? You, an old drunkard, still hide it?" This kind of good stuff? I thought I drank it all on the boat crossing the Dragon Bay!"
"Of course you should save the good stuff and enjoy it slowly."
Dumbledore snatched the wine bottle back and handed it to the handsome elf priest beside him.
Being cared about by his beloved, Vanswijk suddenly had a faint blush on his face, and his eyes were full of affection. He picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.
The three of them just took a bite of each other and quickly consumed all the food and spirits.
Just when the atmosphere was heating up and the restricted action scene was about to take place, the bad weather outside suddenly changed strangely.
I saw a huge figure vaguely emerging from the dark clouds above my head.
Before they could react to what was happening, an extremely thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky.
boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
The dazzling light and the violent shaking of the ground immediately frightened the horses and ran away.
Following a huge crack suddenly opened out of thin air, thousands of orc warriors poured in from the other side.
There are so many of them that they look like a tidal wave.
"This...is this?!!"
Dumbledore stood up suddenly and extinguished the bonfire as quickly as possible, then poked his head out of the tree hole and looked out.
This was the first time he intuitively felt how terrifying the supernatural power of this world could be.
Especially the huge crack that tore apart the space, just like splitting the heaven and earth from the middle.
"This is divine power! The divine power of incomparable chaos and evil! The orc god Gruumsh is angry!"
Fanswijk expressed his feelings in a trembling voice.
As a priest, he is naturally very sensitive to divine power, not to mention that the other party did not make any cover-up at all.
"Angry? Why?"
Grindelwald asked with a serious face.
Fanswijk shook his head slightly: "Don't ask me, how could I know. Whether it is Tyr, the god of justice that I believed in before, or the god of love and beauty that I serve now, I hate them all very much. The chaotic and evil orc pantheon."
Just when Grindelwald wanted to ask for more information in this area, Dumbledore suddenly pointed at the mighty orc army in the distance and said: "No. ! Look! They're coming to us!"
Following the direction of his finger, one could clearly see the orc army pouring out of the cracks, advancing towards the defense line where the tree hole was located at extremely fast speeds.
Especially the orc cavalry riding wargs will use the keen sense of smell of canines to grab out the creatures hidden in the grass, tear them to pieces and devour them.
Obviously, it is basically impossible to avoid it simply by relying on invisibility.
"Oh - this is not good."
Grindelwald subconsciously pulled out the silver metal figurine hanging on his belt for emergencies.
Now he finally understood why the man who called himself "Codelin" was willing to offer such a sky-high commission of five thousand gold coins as a deposit.
"What should we do now? Use teleportation magic to retreat?"
Vanswijk was obviously very nervous, and the arm holding the mace was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
Because he is an elf!
The other party is the orcs who regard the elves as their feuds and mortal enemies!
Once he falls into the hands of these violent beasts, what he will face is not just torture and death. Maybe even the soul after death will not be able to enter the kingdom of gods.
"No! We can't give up halfway! Gellert, you take Vanswijk and go first, I will stay behind."
Dumbledore's eyes flashed with fear. Guang Guang made a decision very decisively.
“Are you crazy?”
Grindelwald turned his head sharply and asked sharply.
But Dumbledore grinned and asked: "Do you think I look crazy?
No, I am sensible.
It is precisely because this matter may involve the relationship between gods and gods.
After all, it only takes the first time to give up.
When a person is accustomed to encountering danger and trouble. If you just choose to retreat, can a great adventure still be called an adventure?
So I want to follow the example of most adventurers in this world to face dangers and difficulties and create my own legend. "
As close friends, lovers, and soul mates who have known each other since they were young, Grindelwald understood almost instantly what his old friend wanted to express, and asked solemnly: "Even if you have to pay for it, The cost of life? "
"Well, yes, even if it costs your life. "
Dumbledore's face began to be filled with a smile of excitement and anticipation.
"Hahahaha! good! In this case, I will stay with you. Vanswijk, you go first. ”
Grindelwald laughed and slapped the elf priest on the butt.
But what is interesting is that although Vanswijk was very scared, he did not choose to escape alone. Instead, he subconsciously clutched the Holy Emblem of the "Fire-Haired Lady" and said in an extremely firm tone: "You all If you don’t leave, I won’t leave either. Both Tyr, the great god of justice, and Suna, the god of love and beauty, teach their followers never to abandon their friends in the face of danger.”
"But you might really die this time!"
Grindelwald stared into the clear eyes of the elf priest and warned.
"It doesn't matter, let us die generously like the heroes in the bard's stories." After saying that, Vanswijk began to pray to the goddess he believed in, and then sacred energy spurted out of his body. And coming out gave the three people the blessing of not being afraid of the fear in their hearts.
The light produced by divine magic is undoubtedly very conspicuous in the darkness.
The warg cavalry rushing at the front was the first to notice someone in the tree hole, and then howled one after another.
Ouch——
Under the transmission of this unique wolf message, two to three hundred wolf cavalry quickly gathered, followed closely by the orc warriors without mounts.
"Humans? Elves? Kill them and sacrifice them to the great Gruumsh!"
The leading orc raised the spear in his hand and took the lead in charging.
In the culture he has been exposed to for a long time, both elves and humans are weak and born to be conquered and enslaved by themselves.
Because only weak races will hide behind city walls and fortresses and dare not face the cruel wilderness, and survive by growing crops, something that only lowly slaves can do.
A truly strong man should abide by the law of survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle. Only the strongest warriors are qualified to become the leaders of the tribe.
Those who are weak should be bullied severely and obey the strong unconditionally like humble slaves.
It must be said that in terms of self-awareness of self-strength, the orcs as a whole have the same beauty as the barbarian tribes with missing brains and incomplete cerebellum development.
After all, if they are as powerful as they boast, why is the richest and most vast land in Faerûn always occupied by humans, elves, dwarves and gnomes representing civilization?
Why are the orcs constantly driven into inaccessible wilderness, forests and mountains?
Because they prefer the beautiful natural scenery there?
Stop being ridiculous!
Anyone who has lived in the mountains, forests or around rivers and lakes knows that the "beautiful scenery surrounded by mountains and rivers" in any bullshit advertising slogan is a fucking lie.
Being close to mountains means there are a lot of birds, small animals, spiders and insects, and being close to water means there are so many mosquitoes that they can suck you dry.
So these guys do not live in areas with harsh environments voluntarily, but are driven there by the continuous squeeze of living space. It is civilization that ruthlessly defeated barbarism, and it is also because of the level of organizational ability and productivity. Crush in all directions.
If it weren’t for the support of gods behind them, orcs would have to be productive but not productive, and need organization but not organization. They basically rely on grabbing weapons, equipment and food, and they would swarm into battle without any discipline. , he was probably killed so long ago that he no longer dared to think of resistance.
After all, orcs are also intelligent. It is impossible to maintain strong morale after being defeated over and over again, and firmly believe that they are strong.
But at this time, the role of religion and gods comes into play.
As long as the priest continues to preach that the great orc god Gruumsh is invincible and invincible, all previous failures were due to the enemy's despicableness and cunning, and even more so to the weakness and incompetence of the former chief who did not obey the will of the god. The result has nothing to do with the brave and fearless orc warriors.
In this way, all the orcs can shirk the responsibility for the defeat with peace of mind, and then continue to attack caravans, villages and towns under the leadership of the new chief, and prove that they are born strong by bullying and enslaving civilians. who.
Little did they know that all this was just self-deception, just like the main god they believed in, Gruumsh, refused to admit that one of his eyes was blinded by the elf god Corellon.
Facing the menacing warg cavalry, Dumbledore, who had already experienced hundreds of battles, did not panic at all. He instantly concentrated on casting and completed the force wall technique.
In an instant!
An invisible wall directly sealed the entrance to the tree hole.
The opponent rushed too hard and had no time to brake. The huge wolf head hit it with a bang.
Without any preparation, the huge impact brought by inertia and weight suddenly caused the warg's head to bend at ninety degrees, and made the sound of broken bones.
Click!
The orc sitting on top did not fare much better. He was thrown away and hit the wall of force. The spear in his hand was broken on the spot and inserted into his chest.
In less than a second, this guy completed the feat of killing himself.
The wolf cavalry following behind saw this and hurriedly braked or avoided the giant hollow tree.
But Dumbledore obviously had no intention of letting them go, and completed the second spell - fireball - at an extremely fast speed.
In a blink of an eye!
The scalding flames exploded in the middle of the wolf cavalry. The splashing flames immediately ignited the dense bushes and weeds, and spread to all directions at an extremely fast speed.
"Disperse! Disperse quickly!"
"That treacherous human mage wants to burn us to death! Put out the fire! Someone come and put out the fire! We must not let the fire burn!"
“But there is no water source nearby, how to put out the fire?”
"Cough cough cough cough -"
...
With the shouts and violent coughing, the warg cavalry, who had been very arrogant just now, suddenly became panicked.
You must know that grassland fire is absolutely fatal to the orc army that has just been teleported.
Because once it burns, it is impossible for them to outrun the speed at which the fire spreads, and they will eventually be engulfed by the flames and become charred black corpses.
What's even worse is that the small amount of rain and hail that fell previously wetted the grass roots, causing large areas of weeds to produce deadly smoke during the burning process.
Many wargs with a keen sense of smell were choked by the black smoke, and immediately fell to the ground, dizzy, coughing violently, and then were engulfed in flames and let out heart-rending wails.
Grindelwald, who was also good at playing with fire, showed a cruel smile and directly used the wind-making technique to help the fire spread quickly, chasing the orcs and burning them desperately.
Pyrotechnics were even used to turn open flames into pungent and choking smoke that enveloped the orc warriors, causing them to gradually suffocate while coughing until they were engulfed in flames.
Seeing the orc army that was so aggressive a few minutes ago now running away in embarrassment, he sighed with lingering thoughts: "What a pity, it would be great if I could use Li Fire. Otherwise, I can kill these orcs. Burn them all and leave no one behind.”
"Don't be stupid! This is a big event involving the gods. Do you think that if all these orcs are burned to death, the gods behind them will be indifferent? Now, let's leave this dangerous place as soon as possible..."
Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he suddenly saw an orc holding a red giant ax slowly walking through the burning flames.
He looks stronger than ordinary orcs, and has a black eyepatch on one of his eyes, exuding a disturbing and violent aura.
“Are you the culprit that caused all this?”
The orc warrior stared at the blood-red one eye and asked loudly.
"That's right! Because it was your people who took action first."
Dumbledore quickly blessed himself with protective magic and prepared for battle.
"Very good!"
The orc warrior nodded slightly, then raised his head and said in a very proud tone: "Remember, my name is Lonte Blood Eye, the Great Gru What kind of voters are you going to kill?"
"The voters?"
Vanswijk's pupils suddenly dilated.
As a pastor, it is certainly impossible for him to not know what this title means.
You must know that in many cases, the appearance of the electorate means that the god behind it is paying attention to something, and the attitude of the electorate represents the attitude of the god.
"Hmph! The priest of the weak red-haired bitch."
The orc who called himself Lonte Bloodeyes obviously noticed the holy symbol worn by the elf priest and immediately cast a look of contempt and disdain on him. .
Because although Suna, the goddess of love and beauty, is a powerful god, she is not very popular in the eyes of many gods.
Among them, Tempus, the god of war, thinks that she is vain and frivolous and is not worthy of being his enemy. Other gods like Bane, Gruumsh, Cyric, Talos, and the previous generation of death god Melkor also think so too. Same attitude.
No way.
After all, in the eyes of these gods who are full of war, killing, destruction, and destruction, a person who only cares about falling in love, enjoying the pleasurable experience brought by sex, and appreciating works of art and everything that can be called beautiful The goddess doesn't look like a huge threat.
So the God of Love is a very rare type with relatively few enemies among powerful gods.
Of course, this is because she rarely gets involved in conflicts between gods, and usually just cares about her own affairs.
In addition, there are also rumors that this goddess has an unclear relationship with Angoras, the trinity goddess in the elf pantheon, and is even an aspect of the former. evolved.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
Vanswijk, who had always been weak, had a rare chance of becoming strong.
No priest can remain calm after the other person insults the God he believes in face to face.
If this were a priest from Bane, the god of tyranny, or Heim, the god of guardianship, he would have already rushed forward with weapons to defend his beliefs.
“I said your god is just a weak red-haired bitch!”
The corners of Lonte Bloody Eyes’ mouth slightly raised, revealing the iconic fangs of the orc, and he let out a naked and undisguised cry. provocative.
"Dirty bastard! I'm going to smash your head!"
This attitude instantly made Vanswijk lose his mind and want to rush forward to fight for his life.
But at the critical moment, Dumbledore decisively stopped this elf who was not good at melee combat: "Don't be fooled! He is deliberately irritating you. This way, the priest can be eliminated first and we will not be able to receive treatment in the subsequent battle." "
"But he is insulting the fire-haired lady!"
Vanswijk was shaking with anger, and his eyes were blazing with anger.
"I know. But you don't have to vent your anger on a dying person, right?"
After that, Dumbledore stepped out of the tree hole.
As the fire continued to spread, except for the tree behind it that was protected by magic, the rest of the weeds had been burned to pieces, and the ground was covered with gray embers and sparks that shot out from time to time.
“You think you can kill me who has been blessed by the great Gruumsh?”
Lonte Bloodeyes laughed mockingly.
"How will you know if you don't try? What's more, I'm very curious as to why your god suddenly sent so many troops to the Rongma Grassland. Isn't there originally a very powerful orc tribe here?"< br>
While testing, Dumbledore used Olympiad vision to identify how many magical equipment the opponent had on him and what their functions were.
You must know that not all mages can accurately identify the purpose of every piece of magic equipment in this way.
Because the color of arcane aura is often very general and can only tell you what faction it belongs to.
But the specific effect depends on the details such as textures, symbols, and production materials.
Only a very small number of people who are very good at making magic items can possibly figure out the parts that require professional knowledge.
But fortunately, Dumbledore was already very good at alchemy, so after coming to this world, he was also very interested in making various magic items. Most of the equipment on his body was made or improved by himself. .
So it only took a few seconds to figure out the specific functions of the armor, belt, boots, arm guards, and connections.
Only the arcane light emitted by the crimson ax in his hand is too dazzling, it is definitely an out-and-out artifact.
Lonte Blood Eye looked at the human mage in front of him with great interest, and joked in a playful tone: "So you didn't know anything and rashly got involved in this war that doesn't belong to you?< br>
This is really unfortunate.
To tell you the truth, the orc tribe that currently rules the Rongma Grassland is a traitor who has betrayed the teachings of the great Gruumsh.
Especially their chief Thrall, who is not an orc from this world at all, but a pawn brought by the devil prince Soth from other worlds to divide us. "
"Soth? Split? piece? "
Dumbledore instantly caught the three key words, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.
"Ah! I see.
Soth is using this chief named Thrall to completely break free of the orcs in this area from Gruumsh's control.
Then establish a kingdom of orcs that favors order, gather faith, and enshrine gods, tearing apart the foundation of faith of the entire orc pantheon.
Gruush discovered this, so he opened the portal in anger and sent you from other places, intending to destroy this seed that threatened himself.
And we were dragged into the water by a certain force using employment as bait. ”
“You are smart, human. But unfortunately it was too late. It doesn't make any difference to me who you represent or what you're involved in. ”
As the last word blurted out, Lonte Bloody Eyes suddenly charged, rushing forward at a speed close to the sound in less than a tenth of a second, and without saying a word, he struck with a powerful blow. Split.
"Be careful!"
Grindelwald raised his hand and cast the [Obstacle Technique] instantly.
As you can tell from the name, this is the Faerun Weave version of the Magic Earth Obstacle Spell. It can delay or even suspend the opponent's movements. It is one of the more practical low-level spells.
However, because the spread is not very wide, there are not many mages who know it, and they are basically concentrated in the Arcana Society and several affiliated branches.
As a chosen one, Lonte Bloodeye obviously has strong magic resistance. This spell only delayed him for less than two seconds, and the huge ax chopped down hard.
Fortunately, two seconds were enough for Dumbledore to react, and he instantly started short-distance teleportation and appeared sixty or seventy meters away.
The moment the ax blade collided with the ground, a violent explosion and fire swept everything around within a radius of almost ten meters.
Boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Obviously, this is the impact of the red giant axe.
After the embers and mud in the sky dispersed, the figure of Longte Blood Eye had disappeared.
Just half a second later, he fell directly from the sky and chopped down the towering tree that provided shelter to Grindelwald and Vanswijk, obviously aiming to kill the two of them directly.
"Run!"
Grindelwald first pushed the elf priest out, and then activated any door in the accident chain at the moment when the ax fell and caused an explosion.
The air wave generated by the violent explosion immediately lifted Vanswijk away before he could run a few steps, and then drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and fell to the ground with a loud bang, groaning in pain. .
Not only did his internal organs suffer severe damage, but when he fell, his arm also hit a rock and was severely deformed. It was obviously broken.
But this time, Grindelwald and Dumbledore finally saw clearly how this difficult enemy suddenly disappeared.
To be precise, Lonte Blood Eye does not use the ability to teleport, but uses the shock wave generated at the moment of the explosion to fly to the target.
Since the explosion will bring up a large amount of mud and plant ash to obscure the view, it looks like it suddenly disappeared.
You don’t need to ask to know that the artifact ax protects the holder from all damage caused by the explosion.
"This is trouble! Dear Albus, if you have any cards, now is the time to show them."
Grindelwald pursed his lips and revealed a wry smile.
After a brief confrontation, he could basically conclude that the chosen one of the orc god was a standard enemy with rough skin, thick flesh, high magic resistance, and extremely fast movement speed.
Especially the force wall technique and spiritual transformation, which restrain melee combat, are not of much use when facing the artifact ax.
Because the flames produced by the explosion are standard elements - fire damage, while the shock wave is force field damage.
“If the other party is a chosen one by the gods, it shouldn’t be considered cheating if I use a little external help.”
Dumbledore whispered, quickly took out a very unique-looking amulet from his arms, and squeezed it with all his strength.
In an instant!
The thorn-like spikes on it pierced the skin of the palm, bleeding out dark red blood.
The next second...
A dazzling red light beam fell from the sky, directly throwing Lonte Bloody Eyes away like a tattered rag doll, who was just one step away from rushing forward to complete the kill.