To be honest, the battle between strength-type warriors was not as exciting as expected.
Although the two Grade 2 Dragonoid Warriors were not low in rank, their fight was bloody enough. Every punch landed on flesh, and the audience's blood boiled and their emotions surged. However, in terms of the strange and varied combat methods, they were obviously inferior to the Sorcerer World's Grade 2 Anatomy Refinery Sorcerers.
Although they were all Grade 2, the Anatomy Refinery Sorcerers in the Sorcerer World had all climbed step by step from beginner apprentices to intermediate, advanced, quasi-sorcerers, sorcerers, all the way to Grade 2. All these steps had witnessed the transformation process of this human Sorcerer.
After reaching Grade 2, human Sorcerers could not be compared to bloodline creatures like the Dragonoids, be it in terms of physique, strength, or recovery. However, if it was a one-on-one battle, the one who would die would definitely be the Dragonoid, and the one who would survive to the end would definitely be the human Sorcerer.
The biggest reason for this was that the Dragonoid's innate talent was too good!
Even if a Dragonoid did not do anything, as long as it could smoothly enter adulthood, it would possess a powerful physique that was comparable to that of a Grade 1 Anatomy Refinery Sorcerer. If a Grade 1 Anatomy Refinery Sorcerer were to take off all his equipment and compete with a Dragonoid in terms of physical strength, he would have a 90% chance of losing.
However, such a high starting point and such a powerful bloodline talent meant that the Dragonoid lacked the purity and cohesion of the human Anatomy Refinery Sorcerers. Human Anatomy Refinery Sorcerers knew that their bodies were weak, so they had tried all sorts of methods, using all sorts of strange methods and evil abilities to aid themselves in battle.
That was why a mere Grade 1 Sorcerer like Descella could easily take down multiple Grade 1 Dragonoid Warriors. Although it was difficult for them to clearly express the profound principles contained within, they were able to put them into practice with their own bodies.
Just like the duel to the death between the two Grade 2 Dragonoids, the Dragonoid Warriors watching from the sidelines felt their blood boiling and their emotions surging. However, many of the Sorcerers frowned and could not help but sigh inwardly. These muscular monsters were simply wasting their extraordinary talents.
They clearly had a powerful bloodline talent, and with a little guidance, coupled with their powerful physical strength, they could perform countless new tricks. But they … were still like two blacksmiths. Amidst the rumbling sounds of metal, you chopped me with your axe, I stabbed you with my spear.
Physical strength was physical strength, and elemental strength was elemental strength. These two powers belonged to them, but they weren't perfectly combined. Instead, it was ashes to ashes and dust to dust, a clear distinction between them. Their coordination was terrible!
When their power exploded, they did not consciously guide the elemental power in their bodies except for the instinctive damage of their bloodline elements. This caused them to have a single mode of attack and a lack of attack methods. Aside from having a stronger physique, greater strength, and superior recovery rate, Tier 2 Draconians did not have any other fundamental changes than Tier 1 Draconians.
From that, it could be seen that the Dragon Lords, the rulers of the Drakonid race, had no intention of developing them into an abnormally powerful species. Instead, they simply ordered them around as loyal, useful and practical slaves.
Hence, this battle that was extremely exciting in the eyes of the Drakonid Warriors did not attract the attention of the Sorcerers at all. Apart from the fact that the two Dragonoid Warriors were able to increase their energy levels by leaps and bounds, Descella and the others could not help but sigh in admiration. As for their combat techniques and methods, they were despised by the group of Tier 1 Wizards.
The Grade 2 Drakonids of Lance were simply too weak compared to the Grade 2 Sorcerers of the Sorcerer World.
If Lord Grimm went all out, he would have no problem killing the two of them in one go. The only ones who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Lord Grimm were the Grade 2 Dragon Lords of Lance. Moreover, Tier 2 Dragon Lords with ordinary talent wouldn't work. Only Dragon Lords with extraordinary talent and powerful Bloodline Talents would be able to do so!
In fact, unknowingly, the image of Grimm's invincible Grade 2 Fire Magi had been deeply imprinted in the souls of the Crimson Family's Sorcerers. However, this process had been like a spring breeze and rain, subtly influencing them, causing them to unknowingly accept the fact that he was abnormally powerful!
Of course, among the many Sorcerers, there was more than one who worshipped Grimm. Based on the degree of severity, Meryl was undoubtedly the most passionate and determined one among them. As her disciple, Descella had more or less been influenced by her teacher.
In comparison, Endor, Gargamel, Dana, Charon, and Bliss were much more complicated. However, no matter how they played around with their own thoughts, they still acknowledged Grimm's strength in the depths of their hearts, and had firm confidence in him to continue growing stronger.
This was all because of the war in front of them!
They were only a group of ordinary Grade 1 Sorcerers, but they could stand tall in the land of another world and fight for the future of their families, fighting with all their might to expand their territory. This … This was something that had never been heard of in other Magus families!
Planar wars had always been something that high-ranked Magi should worry about.
For rank 1 and 2 Magi like them, apart from being hired thugs and cannon fodder, they did not seem to be of much use.
But here, in this foreign plane where Dragons gathered and Drakonids ran amok, these small Grade 1 and Grade 2 Sorcerers had become the main force of a planar war. This … How could they not be emotional?
Watching the battle from afar, the Magi of the Crimson Family could not help but feel overwhelmed with emotions, their imaginations running wild. However, as the mastermind of this war, Mary did not dare to relax.
Being accidentally captured in the Magus World had become a shadow in Mary's heart that she could not erase. Although Grimm had managed to turn the situation around, it was still the first time Grimm's faction had faced a crisis of life and death.
Moreover, this crisis had been caused by her recklessness.
This was something that Mary had always been brooding over!
Choosing to stop the Drakonid army at the Swamp of Sorrows was an idea that Mary had come up with after a long discussion with the old fox, Venlier. Grimm naturally raised both his hands and feet in agreement.
The Goblin Plane was just the beginning, and the Lance Plane was purely for training.
As long as the Magi of the Crimson Family could obtain great training here and nurture a few powerful Magi, or even train a few leaders who could lead troops, it would definitely be a great thing for the Crimson Family.
After all, with the metal fortress as their backing, even if they lost the war a few times, it would not be difficult for the Crimson Family to turn the tables. Hence, taking advantage of this rare period of development, it was important to let the younger generation of the family show themselves and experience the influence of the Planar War!
As the crowd watched on with their emotions surging, the duel at the center of the battlefield gradually came to an end.
After suffering a violent blow from the dragonman Zacha, the unknown poison that Legion Commander Will had suppressed suddenly erupted, causing its internal organs to churn violently. In the blink of an eye, a few of Will's vital organs had been corroded by the terrifying poison.
These changes were hard to detect and sense on the surface.
Therefore, sensing that the enemy's physical strength and elemental energy were rapidly declining, the exhausted Drakonid Zachary abruptly burst forth with a powerful force and launched a series of violent and ferocious blows at the enemy.
Will, who had been evenly matched just a moment ago, was now like a puppet with its batteries removed. Not only did he lack the strength to counterattack, he did not even have the strength to defend.
Under Zacha's ferocious attacks, Will continuously retreated, his four thick dragon legs trembling uncontrollably. It was obvious that he could no longer withstand his opponent's violent strength.
Finally, with Zacha's violent roar, the giant axe in Will's hand collapsed. The metal armour on his chest exploded, and a deep, bloody hole appeared on his chest, piercing through his heart. The violent power of thunder and lightning on the lightning spear continued to roam around Will's body, directly detonating the hundreds of wounds of various sizes.
Puff puff puff …
Like a water sack that had been punctured, countless dark-red or purplish-black blood spurted out from Will's body, dyeing the ground around him red.
Will's heart had exploded, and his organs were all rotting. His two front legs were bent, and his huge body slumped to the ground. After struggling for a long time, Will was barely able to stand up again. The dark-red dragon scales and the fluorescence on his skin were slowly fading.
"You have won … This … this battle axe … and … my head … You … Take … them … These … are all … what you … deserve …"
In accordance with the most ancient duel etiquette, Will slightly bent his body, struggled to raise the heavy metal battle axe above his head, and offered it to Zacha.
Zacha took the battle axe with a complicated expression, and said loudly, "You are an expert worthy of my respect. I will not deprive you of the glory of a warrior. I will chop off your head, place it at the highest peak of the Stoneclaw Mountains, and let your soul return to the Dragon Nation … "
As if he had received Zacha's approval and promise, Will, who was barely holding on, had a trace of gratitude in his weak eyes. Only then did he powerlessly close his eyes.
Unknowingly, someone among the surrounding Dragonoid warriors began to hum a strange song of the Dragonoid. This was a song that the Dragonoid race would inevitably hum when they buried their clansmen. As the sorrowful tune echoed on the battlefield, an indescribable and indescribable emotion began to grow in the hearts of the remaining Dragonoid warriors.
Their leader had died in battle, and the Dragonoid warriors had an unparalleled fear towards Zacha. The red-armored witch who had disappeared for a short while had once again appeared above their heads. Outside the battlefield, the magic machines that had formed a circle approached with heavy steps.
More and more powerful Magi of all shapes and sizes appeared one after another, sealing off the surrounding escape routes.
Just as the remaining 67 Dragonoid warriors did not know what to do, Zacha the Dragonoid picked up his battle axe and chopped off Will's head, raising it high in his hand.
"Surrender, or die!"
Its voice was loud and clear, causing the entire battlefield to tremble.
"We will not surrender … However, before our master, Lady Philiba, comes to redeem us, we are willing to listen to your orders …" Eden's bloody tears flowed down his cheeks as he spoke in a mournful and sorrowful voice.
Zacha raised his head and looked at Mary.
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