After losing his weapon, Gorfess's battle power dropped by more than 30%.
No matter how fast he moved his short legs and ran like a rabbit, he could not catch up to Grimm's elusive figure. Every spell that was infused with Flame Penetration caused a heart-wrenching pain, and the damage to Gorfess increased exponentially.
After all, Gorfess was a master of melee. If he did not have a way to get close to the spellcaster, he would definitely be killed by the spellcaster like a dog.
If he did not lose his war hammer, Gorfess would still have a mid-range attack. Now that the war hammer was gone, all he had left was an obvious area of effect attack, the 'Berserk Roar'!
Trying to use the 'Berserk Roar' to stop his opponent and then kill him was an insult to his opponent's intelligence. Thus, Gorfess, who was at a loss, could only chase after the Flame Giant like a clumsy bear, enduring his opponent's endless flame attacks.
There was no longer any suspense in the outcome of the battle!
The only thing that kept the Ogre chief from falling was the two powerful allies that were about to arrive.
As long as Faensen and Crach arrived, it would be easy for the three of them to take down this human Magus with their combined strength. At the very least, they would be able to scare Gorfess away and preserve the Angorosh Ogre camp that had lasted for thousands of years.
It was this belief that allowed the Ogre Chief to persevere under the ferocious attacks of the Fire Wizard Spells, unwilling to fall even after so long.
Compared to Golfess, Grimm, who was fighting Golfess, was having a hard time as well.
He was very careful …
On one hand, he had to be very careful to avoid being tricked by the Ogre chief again. On the other hand, he had to control the power of his attacks to prevent them from exceeding the Ogre chief's endurance range and falling before his reinforcements arrived.
There was no longer any suspense in this battle. However, a victory, even if it meant killing a Grade 4 creature, would not help Grimm achieve his true goal.
Thus, Gorfess's actions would only be meaningful if his main goal was achieved!
Thus, Gorfess could not fall yet.
At the very least, he could not fall before he attracted his two allies!
…
It was a huge and clear lake.
The azure water was calm and tranquil. In the dark and deep wetland swamp, it was as beautiful and clear as a huge sapphire.
Moat, the Sage of the Swamp, stood quietly on a muddy bank at the edge of the lake. He used the wooden staff in his hand to draw a simple pattern on the ground. When everything was done, it stood in the middle of the magic circle with a wooden staff in its hand. It held a wooden bowl half filled with water and began to chant an ancient and mysterious magic spell.
The low and hoarse incantation echoed across the clear lake. Although there was no wind, it set off small ripples one after another in the place it passed. When the magic spell lasted for half an hour and gradually became louder, the originally calm lake began to boil like boiling water.
When Moat, the Sage of the Swamp, reached the latter half of his summoning incantation, a thick mist began to rise from the surface of the lake. The mist did not disperse. Instead, it gathered together and gradually formed a giant water man that was about 12 meters tall.
When Moat finished the last line of the incantation, the wooden bowl in his hand exploded. The water turned into mist and entered the water man's body. The giant water man opened its eyes at the same time.
Lorenz, the Water Prophet, Grade 4.
The summoning ceremony took a full 15 minutes before Water Prophet Lorenz fully recovered his senses.
It lowered its head and stared at Moat, who looked like a child in front of it. It asked in a deep and old voice.
"Moat, why did you disturb my sleep this time? I feel like I've only been asleep for 300 years this time. If you can't give me a good enough reason, I'll take the Water Soul from you and completely cut off our spiritual connection … "
Merging his body into a natural water source and slowly growing his strength through thousands of years of sleep was actually one of Lorenz's methods of growth. However, it was obvious that in a material plane, such a method of growth was easily affected by external factors.
Hence, although he and Moat had known each other for over a thousand years, he was still in a bad mood after being suddenly awakened from his deep sleep.
"Old friend, many things have happened in the wetland swamp while you were asleep. Since you're awake, why don't you use your strength to sense it … The wetlands need you, we need you, you can't continue sleeping! "Moat shook his head bitterly, a helpless expression on his face.
"Wetlands …" Lorenz was stunned for a moment. He then closed his eyes and carefully sensed his surroundings.
As expected of a Grade 4 Water Prophet. Even if he was thousands of miles away, as long as there was a source of water, nothing could escape his spiritual senses.
After closing his eyes and sensing for a moment, Lorenz suddenly opened his eyes. His gentle gaze was filled with a red glow of anger.
"Why … Why is there so little life in the wetlands? Why are the water elementals of the wetlands crying? What happened in the wetland swamp during the three hundred years that I was asleep? "
Moat raised his head, and his gaze collided with Lorenz's.
The two spiritual threads, one blue and one green, connected, and they understood everything that had happened in the wetlands over the past few centuries.
"Mospore … Blight … Human Magi … Battle of the wetlands …" Lorenz's gaze gradually turned fierce, "It looks like the source of all disasters is the Mospore tribe. After this, it's time to chase these fellows out of the wetlands. But what's with that human Magus? Why do I sense an even more terrifying and dangerous aura from him? "
At the mention of the human Magus, Moat's expression turned awkward.
"He … He's a Fire Magus!"
Water Prophet Lorenz's originally calm state of mind instantly exploded.
"What? Moat, you're crazy! How can you let a Grade 4 Fire Magus run amok in our wetlands? He'll cause so much damage to our environment … No, I have to chase him out immediately! "
Water and fire were incompatible furnaces.
Even though they had never met, Water Prophet Lorenz did not have a good impression of the human Fire Magus.
Even if Grimm had Alice's Blessing of Fate, he would still have to bear the negative effect of Lorenz's favorability. On the contrary, Grimm and Moat, the Sage of the Swamp, had done a few things to Lorenz's liking, so the relationship between them was barely at a friendly level.
Otherwise, Moat would not have immediately mobilized the higher-ups on his side to rescue Grimm after receiving his long-distance communication.
Of course, one of the main reasons Grimm was able to invite Moat was that his actions were in line with the overall interests of the wetlands. With the same interests, with an additional Grade 4 helper like Grimm, the wetlands had a higher chance of expelling the Mospore tribe!
Unfortunately, the Water Prophet Lorenz that Moat had specially invited did not seem to be on good terms with that human Magus. Therefore, as the mediator, Moat also felt a little awkward and a headache.
"Old friend, please bear with it for now! That human Magus is only here for the Mospore tribe's Water of Life, and has no conflict of interest with us. So … "
"Alright, seeing that he did not break our rules after entering the swamp, I won't look for trouble with him for now. Water of Life? The wetlands' water source has been severely damaged. It's very likely that the Mospore tribe extracted the water and extracted the Water of Life from it. Hmph, we can't let that human Magus take it away. When the time comes, we can just use some other treasures to send him away … "
Moat did not express his opinion on the Water Prophet's suggestion, and instead sighed worriedly.
Lorenz had never interacted with that Fire Magus before, so he naturally did not understand his strength.
If they really did as Lorenz said and wanted to send the human Magi away, the wetland swamp would soon face another terrifying disaster!
However, Moat knew that his companion was stubborn, and arguing with him now would not help the situation. Hence, he could only sigh and silently think of various ways to salvage the situation.
"No matter what, that Fire Magus is fighting with the Angros Ogre Chieftain, Gorfis. Logically speaking, we should rush over to support him. So, old friend, we can only rely on your Mist Teleportation this time! "
"No problem. I'll still help you with this … Old friend, come over here! "
Under Water Prophet Lorenz's request, Moat walked down the muddy shore, and stepped on the water surface as if it was flat ground, arriving at Lorenz's feet.
"Old friend, relax. We're going to teleport away now …"
Amidst Lorenz's loud and clear cheers, the two figures, one tall and one short, sank into the water and disappeared without a trace.
In another corner of the lake a hundred miles away, mist pervaded the air, and two strange figures suddenly appeared.
"This is the southwest corner of Darkpool Lake … Old friend, give me two minutes to prepare, and we'll be able to use the next Mist Teleportation. Based on my estimations, we'll be able to reach the vicinity of the ogre camps after teleporting 11 times. "
"Thank you for your hard work!"
"It's nothing, it's all for the wetlands!"
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