No matter how intelligent he was, he was used to being a tiger in the sect. Sometimes, he would behave like an idiot!
In order to lure Faenson out of the sacred place of the Mospore clan, even though Grimm was already aware that he was being used as a tool, the other party's action of 'burning the bridge before crossing the river' almost made him laugh in anger.
As an elemental creature, Grimm had already experienced the stubbornness and depression of it all.
Therefore, when the Water Prophet started looking for trouble as soon as he appeared, Grimm took advantage of the situation and hid to the side, silently observing the other party's methods.
However, although this Water Prophet's brain wasn't very good, his martial arts were really strong.
Putting everything else aside, the number of water elemental armies that came out from his elemental summoning alone made Grimm's brows twitch uncontrollably.
The fire creatures that Grimm had summoned previously were at most four to five hundred at most. However, with the existence of the Flame Gate, new fire creatures could continuously pour out from it, creating an effect of endless fire creatures on the battlefield.
However, the Water Prophet was really generous. With a wave of his hand, he directly summoned a large black mass of water elementals. There were roughly one to two thousand of them. Even though such an army of water elementals was not high in rank and only knew how to use simple water arrows, it was still a very impressive force when they were gathered together.
Of course, such a force was nothing in Grimm's eyes.
However, it was quite terrifying to use it against the Ogres who only had brute force and did not have any long-range attack skills. Although there was a certain proportion of shamans in the Ogre camp who could cast some simple spells, their numbers were too few. When faced with this group of water elemental army that could kill gods in their way, they could only cover their heads and flee like rats. They did not even have the chance to fight back.
Under Grimm's observation, the sound of water arrows piercing through the air could be heard everywhere in the huge camp. What followed was the agonized wails of the Ankrosh Ogres before their deaths.
The Ankros Ogres had thick skin and flesh. They could even withstand the water arrows of seven to eight water elementals and smash them into a puddle of water. He could carry seven or eight of them, but carrying seventeen or eighteen of them would be too much!
The Ogre Warriors and Barbarian Soldiers roared furiously, raising their wooden shields and stone hammers to protect their heads and other vital areas. They roared as they charged at the water elementals that had gathered not far away.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Concentrated water arrows rained down on the wooden shields, stone hammers, and their bodies. Amidst the dense water arrows, there were also the Slow Spell and Water Swamp Spell cast by high-level water elementals. The Ogres roared in anger and their eyes turned red, but their feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and their charging speed was as fast as a tortoise's.
The attack method of the Water Elemental Army was as simple as that: dense water arrows and the Slow Spell, but the attack effect was shockingly high, terrifyingly high!
Their attacks did not seem as explosive or as intense as the fiery creatures, but the unlucky Ankorosh Ogres could only swallow their grievances under the barrage of water arrows. They did not even have the chance to retaliate.
Grimm exited his fiery form and returned to his human form, watching the battle of the Water Elemental Army silently.
Although he did not have a good impression of the cold-eyed Water Prophet Lorenz, the water elemental army that he had summoned was truly amazing. If he used the Flame Army that he had summoned to fight against the Water Elemental Army, they would definitely win.
This did not mean that the Fire Elementals could not defeat the Water Elementals, but that the Flame Army was just cannon fodder that Grimm had summoned from another world, and not his own troops. On the other hand, the Water Elemental Army was well-organized, and the few high-level Water Elementals that acted as the core of the army had decent intelligence.
Of course, there was no way that they could win against a regular army with inferior troops!
However, if Grimm could gather a group of magic machines from his family, he was confident that he could crush these Water Elementals.
"Battles are about calmness, steadiness, and intelligence. You fellows who play with fire are too impulsive. It's hard for you to become outstanding commanders …" Lorenz, the Water Prophet, couldn't help but speak excitedly when he saw that the situation had turned out to be advantageous for him. However, the sarcasm in his words caused those who were observant to frown.
"Hmph, no matter how many low-level creatures there are, they are just cannon fodder that can be easily destroyed in the eyes of a powerhouse. The energy spent on so many little fellows might as well be used to strengthen themselves! Otherwise, if you meet an opponent of the same level, how much can these cannon fodder help you? "Grimm had long disliked this Water Man, and retorted without holding back.
Hearing Grimm's reply, the eyes of the Water Prophet could not help but narrow.
"From what you're saying, you're stronger than me?"
"That's not necessarily true! However, we've never fought before, so who can say for sure … "Grimm was still as calm as ever.
"You …"
Seeing that the two of them were getting angrier and angrier, the Swamp Sage Moat, who was standing at the side, felt a headache coming on, and hurriedly interrupted, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this for now. Look, that Gorfis seems to have appeared again … "
As expected, in the center of the Ogre camp, the Ogre Chief Gorfis, who had hurriedly hidden and healed himself, reappeared. He was holding a thick stone rod that he had found somewhere, and waved it around like the wind. In the blink of an eye, he had destroyed a team of close to a hundred Water Elementals.
Although the high-level Water Elementals were casting Slow Spells on him with all their might, it was a pity that the difference in their levels was too great, and most of the Slow Spells were directly resisted. Even if they succeeded, the Slow Spells would not last for more than half a second.
After a short period of healing, Gorfis became lively again, shaking his fat body as he stomped on the ground. Water splashed everywhere the stone rod went, and the rhythm of the Water Elementals' attacks was completely disrupted.
If the low-level Water Elementals got close to Gorfis, they would be crushed by the terrifying shockwaves. The Ogre Chief ignored the hundreds of water arrows and smashed the high-level Water Elementals into splashes.
And this was after Golfis's warhammer was' stolen 'by Grimm. Otherwise, the Water Elemental army would have suffered even greater losses when the two warhammers swept through the area!
"This Gorfis is still as brave as ever!" Grimm could not help but clap his hands in praise. He then glanced at Lorenz. "Why? Some braggart is just going to watch his subordinates get slaughtered? Hehe, if you summon a few more Water Elementals, you might really have the chance to tire out that Ogre Chief! "
Hearing Grimm's cold words, Moat immediately knew that things were not going well, but it was too late.
The Water Prophet Lorenz snorted angrily and said in a shrill voice, "Don't think that you are the only ones who can rule the battlefield. The terrifying power of the Water Elementals is not something you can imagine. Now, I will show you the power of the Water Elementals … "
With that, Lorenz turned into a wave and charged into the battlefield with a loud crash.
Wave form. This was the physical form of the Water Prophet when it moved quickly.
Its arrival instantly attracted Gorfis's attention and alertness.
Both sides were veteran experts of the wetland swamp, so they were naturally familiar with each other.
Seeing the huge wave rush in front of him and condense back into the shape of a tall water man, Gorfis swung his stone rod as if it was flying. Then, he suddenly stopped and shouted, "Lorenz, are you trying to kill all of us Ankros Ogres?"
Along the way, the huge wave also swept up four to five Ogre Warriors.
At this moment, Lorenz, who had turned into a water man, slowly pulled the half-drowned Ogre Warriors out of his stomach and threw them to the side. He then looked down at the Ogre Chief and said calmly, "Gorfis, withdraw from the Mospore Tribe's alliance and draw a clear line with them. I can allow you to continue living in the wetland swamp. Otherwise … "
Just as he said the word "otherwise", Lorenz waved his hands, and a large cloud of water mist flew out from the surrounding ponds, waterways, and swamps, condensing into thousands of strange water arrows in the air. The cold arrowheads glinted coldly under the dim light as they slowly adjusted their direction and aimed at Gorfis, who was standing with his staff.
Gorfis's expression immediately turned ugly.
The water arrows summoned by the Water Prophet Lorenz and the water arrows summoned by low-level Water Elementals could not be mentioned in the same breath.
In the battle just now, Gorfis had been able to withstand the attacks of hundreds of water arrows because of his fat body and terrifying elemental resistance. The water arrows of low-level Water Elementals could not even penetrate his skin and would explode into a puddle of water.
Thus, he was not afraid no matter how many there were!
However, the water arrows summoned by the Water Prophet Lorenz were all solid and filled with Water Elementals. Even Gorfis would frown when he sensed them. Being shot by thousands of such water arrows … Even with the terrifying might of the Ogre Chief, his heart trembled, and he could not help but show fear in his eyes.
However, just as the Ogre Chief was in a dilemma and did not know what to do, a low and muffled voice suddenly sounded from the battlefield.
"Lorenz, after sleeping for hundreds of years, I think your brain is about to turn into mush. Helping outsiders to deal with your companions in the wetland swamp, is this what you, the Water Prophet, should do? Hmph … "
As the voice sounded, the water mist in the distance dispersed, and two equally tall and terrifying figures stepped into the battlefield step by step.
Faensen and Crach … The two of them are finally here!
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