The war was still going on!
Unlike battles between three to five hundred people in a small area, battles involving tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people were especially cruel and bloody.
No matter how powerful one was, as long as one wasn't invincible, one had to be cautious and keep a low profile on such an intense and chaotic battlefield. One couldn't be too ostentatious.
Otherwise …
Grim had seen with his own eyes an Undead Knight shrouded in a gloomy aura of death riding on a tall skeletal warhorse. With its powerful Grade 3 strength, it was invincible on the battlefield and crushed everyone.
Countless Orc Cranium Crushers trembled in front of its tall and mighty skeletal warhorse. Countless Orc powerhouses were chopped in half by its two-meter-long snow-white claws. Wherever it went, the Aura of Fear followed like a shadow, causing all the Orcs to dodge in panic.
For a moment, its ferocious aura filled the sky, and no one dared to take it lightly.
But soon, it was targeted by a few equally powerful opponents in the Orc army.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
Amidst the howling wind, a few millstone-sized boulders rolled toward it with ear-piercing sonic booms.
The Grade 3 Undead Knight valiantly swung its sword and shattered three of the boulders, but the last one smashed into its body. Its armor twisted and all its bones cracked, and it was sent flying into the crowd of corpses.
As for the skeletal warhorse it was riding on, it was smashed into pieces and scattered on the ground.
The Undead Knight struggled to get up from the ground. Although all its bones were broken, the Soul Fire hidden deep in its skull was still intact. Just as it was trying to absorb the dense aura of death around it to repair its broken body, the ground around it started to shake violently.
The Grade 3 Undead Knight raised its head with difficulty. The scarlet Soul Fire in the depths of its pitch-black eye sockets suddenly shrank into a pair of sharp red glows in the shape of a cross. It stared in horror at the Mammoth War Elephant that had smashed through the crowd of corpses and was charging toward it with earth-shattering steps.
The other party's body was as large as a small mountain, its long nose was as agile as a python, and its long tusks were as sharp as a battering ram … What was even more terrifying was that the other party's foot, which was as thick as a stone pillar and as large as a carriage, was stomping towards him with unstoppable force …
The Mammoth War Elephant stampeded over the Undead Horseman's body, crushing its entire body and its head, which was wrapped in soul fire, into bone fragments.
The mournful wail of the Tier 3 Undead Knight's soul before it died echoed in the void …
The orc shaman perched high on the back of the war elephant brandished his thick goat horn staff and shouted in a strange language that no one could understand. From time to time, a dazzling red light would condense in his palm and shoot into the body of the war elephant beneath him.
A dozen orc javelin throwers gathered around the Orc Shaman, shouting loudly as they did their best to throw the short spears in their hands into the black tide of corpses under the war elephant's feet. The war elephant's eyes were blood-red from the stimulation of the Berserk spell. It raised its long trunk and let out a long cry that intimidated everyone present. It lowered its head and charged towards the teleportation gate.
In front of the eight-meter-tall Mammoth War Elephant, most of the undead became dwarves that clustered around the giant. With their size and strength, they were unable to stop the Mammoth War Elephant's mad charge.
However, this extremely arrogant Mammoth War Elephant only survived 43 seconds longer than the Tier 3 Undead Horseman.
Under the command of the Lich, who was hiding in the tide of corpses, the high-level undead cast a volley of spells and used dense artillery fire to turn the Mammoth War Elephant and the dozen orcs on its back into sieves.
With a mournful wail, the huge Mammoth War Elephant knelt on the ground, covered in blood, and collapsed!
A huge cloud of gray smoke and dust rose from the scene.
Blood splattered, and severed limbs and severed heads flew in the air …
At the front of the winding battlefield that stretched for several miles, countless orcs were fighting and killing the undead that were like tidewater.
They risked their lives without regard for their own safety.
However, their lives seemed abnormally insignificant and cheap at this moment!
Countless orc warriors were bathed in blood, using their giant axes or war hammers to chop or smash down countless ugly zombies. However, the purplish-black sticky rotten blood that splattered carried terrifying plague and poisonous bacteria. Puffs of yellow and green smoke exploded everywhere on the battlefield, and the orc warriors who were caught in it coughed non-stop.
Large areas of festering abscesses caused blood to flow all over their bodies when they moved. Their bulging muscles were rapidly eroding, and their mighty and sturdy bodies began to quickly collapse and rot.
Rotten Blood Zombies, Poisonous Zombies, Plague Zombies …
The withered and shriveled undead that looked like walking corpses exploded into smoke under the slaughter of the orc army. Soon, most of the battlefield was covered in a terrifying poisonous cloud.
Under the control of the high-level undead, these poisonous clouds even started to gather into a plague tide that surged toward the densest part of the orc army.
The orc warriors might not be afraid of the strong and tall enemies, but they still didn't dare to face these tiny, fatal bacteria that couldn't be killed or destroyed even if they smashed them. Their originally dense and sturdy ranks began to loosen and collapse.
Puff, puff, puff …
A series of large fireballs shot out from the back of the orc army, exploding into a sea of fire amidst the plague tide.
Countless noises and hisses from the poisonous insects converged into a huge sound wave, reverberating above the battlefield.
In an instant, countless poisonous insects and poisonous bacteria were burned to death by the high-temperature flames!
Although this move couldn't stop the plague tide from advancing, it greatly reduced the damage caused by the plague. This also allowed the orc army, which had been defending themselves, to breathe a sigh of relief. They didn't immediately collapse.
It was the orc shamans who followed the army!
The witches at the back of the zombie tide coldly looked at the orc shamans, who were wrapped in animal skins and had feathers on their heads. Their faces and bodies were covered in gaudy mageweaths.
Compared to ordinary orcs, these orc shamans were a little skinny.
However, looking at the thick goat horn staffs in their hands, it wouldn't be a problem for them to smash the heads of their enemies.
In terms of strength, even the weakest orc warrior in the orc army had a physique comparable to a high-level apprentice. In fact, most of the orc warriors in the army had already reached the level of a quasi-wizard.
Based on a normal comparison of strength, an official sorcerer in the Sorcerer World could easily slaughter around ten orc warriors. If there were more orcs, even a rank 1 sorcerer might not be able to avoid some damage.
If both sides fought to the death, a rank 1 sorcerer might be able to kill 20 to 30 orc warriors, but he would also die under the opponent's crude stone hammers or battle axes.
It couldn't be helped, the body of a sorcerer was too weak!
As long as the layers of shields and defensive spells were broken, a sorcerer's body might not be any stronger than a normal human's. A slash on the neck or a hole in the stomach could even kill a noble sorcerer.
These orc shamans were like a weaker version of an official sorcerer.
Their magic power was too simple. Other than a few berserk spells, bloodlust spells, and large fireballs, they had almost no powerful spells. The only strange thing about them was that they could use four different types of elemental energy at the same time. Their buff spells, healing spells, and damage abilities were actually completed using strange totems.
They inserted wooden totems that were more than a metre tall and as thick as a goose's egg into the ground in front of them, and they could quickly summon the corresponding magic elements in their hands. Although the power of the spells they cast was not great, they were unprecedentedly fast.
Grim narrowed his eyes and watched silently from behind.
Through the A.I. Chip's senses, he could faintly feel that the strange magic runes on the orc shamans' bodies and the strange patterns on the totems seemed to resonate with each other in terms of elemental frequency.
The vibrations and changes of the magic on both sides seemed to be exactly the same!
What was this? Magic resonance or elemental resonance? What method did they use to turn a cold, lifeless object into a living thing that could sense and absorb the magic elements in the air?
Was it a miniaturized and weakened version of the elemental altar?
A series of questions arose in Grim's mind.
It was no wonder that Magi loved conquering other planes. Indeed, there was a lot of mysterious knowledge and mysteries waiting for them to explore and research in any foreign plane!
At this moment, he really wanted to capture an orc shaman and cut open its head to study it.
But when he saw the group of Beastman Shamans clustered around the sturdy and agile Beastman Sword Saints, Grimm could only silently suppress this thought.
If Cranium Crusher was an ordinary orc warrior, then these orc sword saints were elite orc warriors that tempered their bodies.
They were not tall, and their bodies were not as sturdy as ordinary orc warriors. However, they were abnormally agile and nimble when they moved. The weapons they used were not thick and cumbersome warhammers or axes, but flat and narrow fierce sabers or terrifying longswords.
This meant that their attacks were mainly swift and agile, and they also had the explosive power of their bodies!
If he charged forward and was surrounded by a group of sword saints, the outcome would not be much better than being thrown into a knife formation and being stirred for half a day.
The orc sword saints had extreme explosive power and attack speed. Furthermore, the orc shamans could summon elemental energy at their beck and call. Although they did not see any high-ranked existences in their group, Grim, who was a peak Grade 2 Fire Magus, did not dare to rashly face them.
In a battlefield filled with ferocious beasts and experts, being cautious and keeping a low profile was the only way to preserve one's life!
Not all of the Orcs were musclemen who only knew how to use brute force. Under Grimm's observation, the group of Orcs far behind the Orc army was most likely the true powerhouses of the Orc army.
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