Coldwind Plains.
Even though the war outside was in full swing, this place was still shrouded in a bone-chilling cold.
On the flat and solid road leading to the Winter Castle, bull carts were lined up in a row, blocking the road tightly and airtight.
The carts were loaded with food and liquor.
The oxen pulling the carts were not ordinary oxen, but Split-toed Oxen, a specialty of the Coldwind Plains. These oxen were extremely strong, and their bodies were rich in fat, allowing them to withstand the onslaught of the terrifying cold wind. Hence, they became the main livestock used to transport goods.
A small ox-cart was mixed in with the people coming and going on the main road. It crushed the ice on the frozen ground and slowly headed towards the majestic Winter Castle at the end of the horizon.
Silently, a corner of the thick wolf skin mattress covering the carriage was lifted, revealing a young orc boy with a childish face. His nose was red from the cold, and there were even two wisps of white frost hanging under it.
He curiously looked at everything around him, especially those orc warriors who were only wrapped in a soft robe made of animal skin. Most of their chests were exposed to the cold wind, but they were still fearless. He couldn't help but admire them.
His dream was to become a true orc warrior, and become the pride and glory of the entire tribe. By then, Dania would probably see him in a different light!
Just as the young orc was nibbling on his finger, immersed in his own fantasies, the old orc driving the cart turned around and patted his head dotingly. He grumbled, "Hurry up and pull your head back, it's cold outside, be careful not to …"
At this point, the old man's voice suddenly froze. His wrinkled green face suddenly revealed a horrified expression, and his turbid eyes stared straight through the young orc's head, staring at the distant horizon.
The young orc suddenly turned around, and what he saw was a terrifying heavenly fire burning across the horizon.
The sky … was burning through!
The sky of the Coldwind Plains was burning …
A straight and clear path of fire extended and burned high up in the sky. Everywhere it passed, countless golden flames rained down from the sky, igniting everything on the ground.
Every wisp of golden flame was as dazzling as a meteor, indescribably beautiful. But when they fell from the sky in a golden arc, they brought a terrible disaster to the land ruled by the bitter cold.
Bang bang bang …
Wisps of golden flames fell to the ground and exploded into a circle of huge fire waves that slowly spread out. Although the waves of fire were thin, they had a terrifying temperature that could melt gold and melt iron. Not to mention the body of flesh and blood, even the giant rock that was covered in a layer of ice and was sturdier than steel could not resist the burning of the golden flames.
Wherever the fire wave passed, the ground would be scorched black.
Be it the frozen ground or the tall and straight Beast God statues, they were all melted into semi-liquid magma in the flames, turning the entire Coldwind Plains into a boiling sea of fire.
The orc elder and the youth were stunned as they watched the path of fire in the sky burn over their heads. Then, they watched as the flames drifted down and exploded into huge rings of fire, engulfing everything around them in waves of fire that soared into the sky.
At first, some of the Orcs could still be heard screaming in fear, but as the rain of fire fell, everything became quiet.
Wherever the waves of fire touched, the Beastmen would instantly explode into miniature torches. Even the ox carts filled with goods would burn into a huge bonfire. Frightened, the Slit-toed Bull broke free from its ropes and fled in all directions. Before it could escape far, a flame floated down, and the waves of fire spread in all directions. It turned into a ball of fire and struggled to run a few steps before falling head first, never to get up again.
Under the gaze of the young beastman, even the powerful beastman warriors couldn't resist the golden flames that seemed like they could destroy the world. Watching the beastmen around him being incinerated into ashes and the carriages being burnt to ashes, he was terrified but he had nowhere to run. He could only hug the old man tightly and beg for the Beast God's protection at the top of his voice.
As if the Beast God had manifested, even though the Heavenly Fire was as dense as rain and had turned one side of the Coldwind Plains into a sea of fire, the small ox cart was the only one that was left behind.
However, just as the two Orcs were trembling in the sea of fire, a loud and clear dragon roar sounded in the distant sky again.
The layers of fire clouds that had already been ignited were pushed by a strong force, and surged toward the direction of the path of fire. When it was not far above the two Orcs' heads, the fire clouds broke apart, and the figure of a huge and ferocious dragon appeared in the sky.
The hundred-meter-long dragon raised its neck and let out another loud roar, before flapping its wings and pursuing the path of fire. When the piercingly cold Dragon's Might poured down, the old man and the young man's weak flames of life were instantly extinguished. Only two stiff bodies were left hugging each other tightly, standing alone on the burning plain.
They were actually frightened to death by the Evil Dragon Sinclar's terrifying draconic might!
…
Grimm was completely unaware of what was happening below him.
At this moment, he was no longer interested in slaughtering these Orc civilians who were as insignificant as ants. All his attention was focused on how to get rid of the terrifying God of Plagues behind him.
As for the disaster that the flames would bring to the Orcs along the way, that was not something that Grimm needed to consider. He did not do it on purpose, but as a Super Rank Fire Wizard, his every move would inevitably affect everything around him.
Along the way, Grimm had tried to create fire clones countless times, using the method of suddenly exploding into four or five identical fire figures to distract the evil little female dragon.
In the beginning, the evil little female dragon was still interested in killing the fire clones one by one with explosive dragon breaths. However, as Grimm continued to run, Sincra also became furious and anxious. She began to focus on chasing after Grimm's main body, ignoring the fire clones.
She could clearly sense that the further she flew, the denser the Power of Faith in the air became. This meant that there was a powerful God's temple not far ahead.
As a Grade 6 Evil Dragon, Sincra's intelligence was not inferior to any opponent of the same level. It was just that her cruel and tyrannical emotions always interfered with normal thinking and rational analysis, which led to her always doing some shocking, unimaginable, and terrifying things.
Sinclar could almost guess what the little worm in front of him was thinking behind every move it made. This detestable fellow must be using the temple as a cover to escape from his pursuit.
Hmph, it's just a Beast God's temple, not a real God's Kingdom … Does that annoying little worm really think that he can scare me off with this little bit of power?
With infinite loathing and rage, Sinclar flapped his colorful dragon wings hard and chased after the petite flame humanoid 1,000 meters away as fast as lightning.
"Today, even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I will tear you into pieces … This is the only way to vent my anger for destroying my spatial waymark … Stay!"
After saying that, Sincra opened her mouth, and a strange dragon breath surrounded by black smoke traversed a thousand meters and appeared directly behind Grimm who was flying at high speed.
Feeling the terrifying dragon breath that was enough to shake the soul, Grimm did not hesitate to explode his body and split into four flames of different shapes and sizes, escaping in different directions.
The black smoke dragon's breath seemed to have a mind of its own. It was able to change directions in midair and chased after the largest fireball, forcing Grim to explode again. Several fireballs collided with the black smoke dragon's breath, and only then did he manage to detonate the power within it.
Bang! A muffled explosion sounded.
A black halo suddenly exploded in mid-air. Wherever the halo covered, the flames were instantly extinguished, and all the elemental substances instantly lost their activity. Even the consciousness attached to them was annihilated at the same time.
Grimm, who was struggling to escape a thousand meters away, once again reformed into a fire figure. He looked back, unable to hide the shock and horror in his heart.
Even the consciousness attached to the elemental particles was annihilated …
Just this strange black smoke dragon breath alone was enough to kill a law-defying wizard like him!
The Winter Castle was right in front of him, and the huge temple that stood in the center of the city could be seen clearly. Grimm did not dare to hesitate. As soon as his body reformed, he quickly sprinted towards his target in the distance.
Whether he could escape from this terrifying god of death, it all depended on this!
The path of fire left behind by Grimm was not damaged at all by Sinclar. Flapping her colorful dragon wings and wrapped in a blazing red fire cloud, this rank 6 female dragon flew across the sky like a peerless god of death, closely following behind Grimm.
As if sensing the arrival of the two experts, many surging violent auras soared into the sky from within the huge temple. After that, four strange figures of different heights appeared in front of the hall.
"Halt!"
The one in the middle of the four figures was a skinny old man who looked like he was about to die.
He was wearing a multicolored Maguspriest cloak, and his face, body and hands were painted with strange patterns, which were made of bright germanium clay. Strange feathers were stuck on his head, and he was holding a long-handled magic wand, which was made from Pan Li wood, in his left hand.
Behind him stood three familiar-looking orc powerhouses.
They were the three god-tier orcs who went to Danmodor to cause trouble.
The old orc wand in his hand trembled, and a golden halo appeared. He shouted in a hoarse and deep voice that was filled with supreme majesty, "This is the main temple of the great Beast God in the world, you …"
Grimm and Shinkla's speed was too fast, so fast that the Beastmen didn't even receive any warning before they arrived at the Main Temple.
Therefore, this orc officiant could only bring a few of his subordinates to stop Grimm.
But before he finished his sentence, the elderly Orc sensed Sinclar's violent and domineering aura, and his face turned abnormally sullen.
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