A Third Grade thunder dragon might not be the most powerful being to appear on the battlefield today, but it definitely had the most flashy entrance of them all!
A massive dragon shrouded by blinding lightning appeared before everyone’s eyes with a giant fla humanoid riding on his back. The two of them charged into battle, surprising everyone else.
They didn’t intervene in the high-grade battle above them. Instead, they headed straight for an orc shaman who was shaking his head and trying to pull himself out of a crater. anwhile, beside the shaman, there was a smoking thunder roc struggling to get up.
The thunder roc was clearly at its limits, but the Third Grade orc shaman was relatively unhard.
One had to admit that the orcs’ Physique was a terrifying, computer-bug-like existence. This orc shaman only seed to have been inflicted with so slight surface wounds despite having crashed from a hundred ters in the air. A little treatnt and he would be an energetic monster in battle once again.
This orc shaman had just managed to find his bearings when he was instantly caught by surprise by the volley of Scalding Rays shot his way. However, these elentium beams of no more than forty points of intensity were no issue for the shaman. He raised the staff in his left hand to shield his face while enduring the rest of the attacks with his powerful Physique.
The concentrated volley of Scalding Rays created plenty of tiny red dots on the orc’s green skin, but they failed to break through his tough hide.
The orc shaman narrowed his eyes and calmly assessed this strange combination rushing at him through the small gaps in his staff.
A dragon and an adept?
And only a Third Grade and a Second Grade! The Third Grade dragon was probably the contracted companion of the Second Grade adept. If he could kill off the adept promptly, the Third Grade dragon should be forcefully banished back to his original plane under the power of the contract.
There were no idiots amongst those who could achieve Third Grade and beyond!
The orc shaman had already decided on a feasible plan of combat at the very instant he sensed Greem and Arms’ presence.
The area that the orc shaman had landed in was where the fighting was most intense. However, after the volley of Scalding Rays descended on the field, not a single creature dared step within fifty ters of the place, orc and undead alike.
The orc shaman didn’t dare to dally either. He waved a coarse and large hand, quickly planting five totemic pillars around him. Four of them were elentium totems. They were each placed two ters away from him in four separate directions, glowing red, white, green, and yellow.
The fifth totem was placed right in front of himself. The strange carvings on the totem resonated with the shaman’s tattoos and both started to pulse in synchronicity.
The effects of this strange totem caused the shaman’s Strength, Physique, Agility, and Spirit to increase trendously. Greem was still a distance away, but he was surprised to find that the orc shaman had increased by two minor grades. The shaman had risen to advanced Third Grade.
My god, he just increased his own grade by two minor tiers.
Greem imdiately narrowed his eyes.
As expected, there were no easy opponents in an otherworldly battlefield!
It seed even a target he had carefully picked wasn’t so easily dealt with!
If this had been half a year ago, Greem would have turned at the sight of such a powerful enemy. However, he had absolute confidence in victory today. Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms was one reason for this. However, an even more crucial reason was his completion of the Fire Throne set!
Five set pieces: Once all set pieces were equipped, a Burning Domain would automatically form around the wearer, restricting all non-fire spells in a five-ter radius around the wearer. Anyone that cast a spell within the Burning Domain would temporarily forget that spell after a successful cast. All units moving within the Burning Domain would have to endure a burning effect.
He had been hiding in his tower and toiling day and night for this mont. Greem had managed to forge the five-set pieces of Fire Throne before the interplanar war had begun. The fully-activated set did not betray Greem’s expectations either. It had improved his power by an entire tier.
After having the Chip appraise and gather data on the set, Greem was pleasantly surprised. Though each individual piece of Fire Throne was Second Grade magical equipnt, they possessed terrifying might that could match Third Grade equipnt when combined.
That ant that the Second Grade Greem finally possessed so abilities that allowed him to threaten a Third Grade powerhouse!
The Third Grade thunder dragon opened his mouth and let out a blinding lightning breath that surged toward the orc shaman. anwhile, a flash of fire engulfed Greem’s body, and he appeared thirty ters in front of the orc shaman with a massive bang.
Powerful and searing elentium flas blasted out of Greem’s towering body, roasting the air and ground around him. The already crushed pebbles on the ground started to soften under the flas, and the earth beca scorched.
The orc shaman was only two ters in height, while Greem, after undergoing his Body of Flas transformation and his Fla Fiend Transformation, stood at five ters tall. His large body was covered in red-hot magma and roiling elentium fires. The pressing heat waves would suffocate any enemy that got close to him.
The orc shaman imdiately shot a beam of light at the bright red totem in front of him. A blinding red light then rose from the totem itself. In an instant, three Inferno Shields surrounded the shaman’s body and helped him block the heat waves and fire from Greem.
That wasn’t the end of it yet!
As the orc shaman shot out a thick beam of light at the earth-yellow totem, a seven-ter-tall earth elental rose from the ground and stood in front of him.
The Third Grade thunder dragon’s lightning breath hit the elental square on its massive body. The violent lightning elentium and the sturdy earth elentium clashed and neutralized each other. The advanced Second Grade earth giant disintegrated into a cloud of dust after just five seconds of being summoned.
However, this buffer was more than enough ti for the orc shaman to gather a massive fireball and hurl it at the Third Grade thunder dragon.
This elentium fireball might only be at the level of a Second Grade spell, but the energy intensity within it was a whopping six hundred points. If this fireball were to make contact, it would hurt the Third Grade thunder dragon pretty badly.
Greem stood up straight and coldly chuckled as he strode toward the shaman with heavy steps. The Burning Domain around him expanded and enveloped the orc shaman within its area.
The shaman imdiately roared and started gathering another fireball after throwing the last one.
Unfortunately, the violent fire elentium gathered in his palms but didn’t properly take shape.
The orc shaman felt his mind flicker for an instant as he mysteriously ’forgot’ all chants and magical handsigns related to elentium fireballs.
Dammit! It must have sothing to do with the fire adept!
A savage smile appeared on the shaman’s cruel and terrifying face. He casually waved away the fire elentium in his palm and focused entirely on the water totem behind him.
However, what shocked him was the fact that the typically subservient magical elentium had suddenly beco unfamiliar to him. They were all stuck at the stage of elentium molding, incapable of forming into proper spells.
Dammit, what magic was this! How could it interrupt soone else’s magic-casting?
The shaman was only stunned for a second, and a massive thunderstorm started to form around him.
Unfortunately, Arms’ lightning spell also failed!
This domain of elentium interruption made no distinction between ally or enemy. All spells were restricted as long as they weren’t composed of fire elentium. As such, Greem was the only one who could still cast magic within this domain.
After several ineffectual attempts, the orc shaman imdiately understood this to be the effect of the red domain around him. He no longer wasted any effort on the elentium totem. Instead, he grabbed his staff and rushed at Greem, waving it about with proficiency.
Spells were only one of ans for an orc shaman to attack the enemy. They were no weaker than an ordinary orc warrior when they wielded their staff in close combat.
The Third Grade thunder dragon that had also lost his elentium abilities also roared and rushed forward.
Even without his elentium powers, a thunder dragon’s physical prowess was still one of the best among higher magical creatures!
With the Third Grade thunder dragon as his at shield, Greem raised his arms and concentrated the fire elentium into multiple fire spears. He then threw them at the orc shaman with all his strength.
After activating Fire Throne and transforming into a Fla Fiend, Greem’s Strength had reached a total of twenty points. Though he was still inferior to fighters who focused primarily on Strength, he was more than qualified as a human ballista.
The fire spears cut through the air and flew at the shaman, forcing the orc to knock away the projectiles, even as he battled with the dragon.
The fire spears each had four to five hundred points of power and could explode when they ca into contact with the enemy.
Without the thunder dragon’s interference, the orc shaman could easily deal with such attacks. However, his only response now was to clumsily deflect them with all he had. The occasional spear that swept past his defenses would knock him back and cause him to cry in pain as the fires burned him.
Orc shamans might be tough, but they were weaker than thunder dragons of the sa grade when it ca to size and Strength. If it weren’t for Arms being wary of the hefty staff in his hands, the situation of the battle would be overwhelmingly against the shaman.
However, with Greem interfering in the battle as a ’pseudo-Third Grade,’ the orc shaman’s situation plumted quickly. Soon, he fell into the terrifying killing array of the dragon and the adept!
The Crimson Clan mbers who had been cleaning up the surroundings of the battlefield were utterly shocked. They had never thought that their Second Grade clan leader would dare to involve himself in a battle between Third Grade beings. Moreover, judging from how the fight was going, he played a reasonably pivotal role.
Mary, who was flying among the tide of undead, couldn’t help but furrow her brows!
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