Faerun continent.
In the North.
Berserk Summit, a large gathering place of beastn in Faerun continent.
Surrounding a huge mountain peak that was nearly 5000 ters tall, there was an endless dense forest, a winding river, Hills and marshlands, and ... There were countless orc tribes.
On the Faerun continent, the barbaric beastn were synonymous with bandits.
They didn't produce anything, but ran around the Earth in a brutal and terrifying way of plundering. They were like a group of lawless bandits, snatching the wealth and territory of other civilizations.
Plundering other races to strengthen themselves was the main way for beastn to develop.
Every orc was a natural warrior. There were also powerful professions such as shamans, Wizards, and wolf riders. Many living races were suffering because of the orcs 'plundering, but they didn't have the strength to compete with the orcs. Therefore, they had no choice but to give up their own territories and hos, and left their hos under the power of the orcs.
However, this situation ended here.
This was because the orcs had provoked an even more terrifying enemy.
As the space rippled violently, huge magic flywheels with hundreds of figures standing silently flew out of the portal.
&Nbsp; Weng Weng Weng!
On the ground with the berserk Summit as the center, a large number of teleportation gates were also opened one after another. Heavily armored, burly human warriors were constantly coming out from them, killing their way towards the orc tribe from all directions.
The heavy and powerful footsteps caused the ground to shake violently.
kill all these dirty and cruel wild beasts! Leave no one alive!
Grand Arcanist éolu, who was the leader of the berserk Summit Army and was on a magic flywheel, gave the order in a deep voice as he exuded a bright elental light.
The mont he received the order.
Thousands of Arcanists began to cast magic.
They showed no rcy and poured powerful arcane spells down on the orcs with indifferent expressions.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Flas, lightning, gales, ice ... Arcane magic of different attributes destroyed patches of forest.
The beastn who lived there were buried along with the forest in the deadly brilliance of the spells.
The berserk Summit was the gathering place of the orcs.
However, this was actually the rear of the beastn. The most powerful and elite troops of the beastn were not stationed at the berserk Summit. Moreover, this was the first ti that the teleportation spell was used. The beastn here were caught off guard by the surprise attack of the human army, and they suffered heavy casualties.
One by one, the orcs were either turned into ashes by the violent spells or were beheaded by the warrior's sharp sword.
The beastn's counterattack was insignificant.
As ti passed, the beastn slowly revealed looks of despair.
Surrounded by the raging fire and human warriors, so orcs knelt on the ground and gave their hope of survival to their faith.
the great God of orcs, your believers are being attacked by despicable humans.
blood and fire covered the earth.
your loyal believers pray to you to bestow your great divine power and grant your believers the power to kill all these despicable humans!
The orcs 'prayers echoed in the sky above berserk peak.
Most of the Arcanists in the sky understood the language of orcs. They listened to the orcs 'prayers before they died, but their expressions were indifferent. They didn't waver at all, and they cast their spells faster and more ruthlessly.
However, after a few breaths, his expression suddenly changed.
His eyes were solemn as he looked up at a certain spot in the sky.
will the God of orcs really respond to the prayers of these guys? "
Gods generally did not interfere with the struggles of the main material world.
The Grand Arcanist, who was more than 150 years old, did not believe in gods. He thought that the so-called gods were just creatures that had more powerful strength. However, not believing in gods did not stop ioram from feeling a deep fear of the power of gods.
The magic power on the staff surged and condensed.
The Arcanists on the flywheel platform moved in unison.
They were preparing the spells they were good at, even if the other party was the incarnation of a god.
At the sa ti.
With the violent fluctuations of space, under the wild cheers of the orcs and the slightly nervous gazes of the Arcanists, a huge figure ca out of nowhere and gradually took shape from an illusory body.
"Don't act rashly."
Looking at the behemoth in his vision, eolém was slightly stunned. He then restrained his Arcanists.
The sudden appearance in the sky above the battlefield had nothing to do with the orcs.
It was a Dragon.
It was a giant dragon with a body length of 47 ters and a wingspan of nearly 60 ters.
The shining silver scales, the four wriggling dragon horns, the strong limbs, and the Rings of black scales ... When the silver Dragon descended into this world, he did not take the initiative to release the Dragon might of the giant dragon.
However, its body, which was much larger than the magic platform under the Arcanists 'feet, naturally exuded a strong and soul-stirring pressure.
Since he did not know which side the silver Dragon was on.
The chaotic battlefield fell into a brief calm due to the appearance of the silver Dragon.
"Mm ... Where is this place?"
"The elental energy here seems to be a little off."
Garen spread his dragon wings, blocking the light from the sun and forming a shadow outline on the ground.
He used the imaska ring as an anchor point for space-ti transmission. As soon as he arrived at this new tiline, he keenly noticed the strange situation of the elental energy in the air. The elental energy here was intertwined in an orderly manner, as if it was an omnipresent magic network.
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