Accompanied by strong winds from the east, the entire Rongma grassland officially entered the summer with rainy and thunderstorm weather.

As a typical temperate oceanic monsoon climate, although it is close to the pole, the temperature here is not low all year round because it is affected by the ocean currents from the Moon Sea. It is at least much warmer than the North on the west coast, and even a little higher than Baldur's Gate which is further south.

But the problem is that the air currents blowing from the Moon Sea in the south are intercepted by the Dragon's Spine Mountains running east-west. The Galena Mountains in the east also block the air currents from the Far North and the east. To the west is a natural barrier formed by the border forests, and the north is also isolated by mountains and wastelands.

In other words, the entire Rongma grassland is like a naturally geographically surrounded area.

Only the huge pass formed between the Dragon's Spine and the Galena Mountains can bring the most important moisture to this land.

So just by looking at the map you will know that the direction of the strange airflow here is that the warm wind and water vapor come out from the only swamp area in the middle of the grassland without mountains, and then collide with the dry and cold air flow formed by the surrounding towering mountains to finally form precipitation in the form of rain, hail, snow, etc., providing the animals and plants on the ground with the necessary moisture for survival.

Since there are no large lakes or rivers, it is difficult to form large-scale settlements in the area, and people basically live a nomadic life following the water and grass.

Moreover, it is different from the beautiful scene in the impression of most modern people: "the sky is vast, the wilderness is boundless, the wind blows the grass low and cattle and sheep can be seen."

Rongma Grassland is a typical primitive grassland, not a mature pastureland that has been developed by dozens of generations.

Its biggest feature is that the dense weeds can grow to more than two or three meters.

Forget about "cows and sheep can be seen when the wind blows the grass low", even if there are animals eating grass one meter away, you may not be able to see them.

Therefore, the situation here is far more complicated than the outside world imagines. The local residents are not grassland warriors who ride on horseback. Unless they are in some areas with relatively low grass, most of the time they can only walk. They can't run and dare not run at all.

The main purpose of riding a horse is not for transportation, but to increase height and vision to confirm the direction and avoid getting lost in the endless grassland with no landmark buildings at all.

At this moment, Dumbledore and his companions suffered a lot because they mistook the Rongma grassland for the pasture grassland in Europe on Earth.

Although they were walking on a path that had been previously opened up by traveling merchants, they were still deeply shocked by the height of the grass on both sides.

Especially the wild beasts and monsters that suddenly jumped out from the dense grass on both sides, as well as the barbarian tribes and nomads who were previously dispersed by the orc army and could only survive by hunting and looting, were simply hard to guard against.

What's even worse is the weather that changes suddenly. It might be sunny a few minutes ago, but a few minutes later it might be thundering or raining, or even hail the size of a fist.

The sourness is indescribable and anyone who tastes it a few times will completely collapse.

"What the hell! Why does this crappy place feel worse than the North?"

Grindelwald looked at the gloomy sky and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Because since entering this area, he has experienced no less than ten sudden thunderstorms.

On several occasions, the hail was so big that it could directly kill people.

There were only four horses left that were originally bought to carry people and perform ceremonies. The rest were either killed by hail or had their legs broken by being tripped by branches and stones hidden in the dense grass, so they had to be killed with great pain.

"Don't complain, my dear old friend. The difficulties encountered during this journey are also part of the great adventure, aren't they? Moreover, if we hold on for a while longer, we should be able to reach our destination."

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile in response.

Obviously, he is much stronger mentally than the other two people in the team, and he has no negative emotions at all because of the unpredictable and bad weather.

Just the opposite!

He greatly enjoyed the pristine scenery he saw along the way, which was completely different from that on Earth, as well as the accidents and dangers that could occur at any time.

Grindelwald rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Come on.

I hope you can still have the same optimistic attitude as you do now when the hail falls later.

Understand that we have discarded the tent.

The last horse was carrying the last of the food and water.

If anything goes wrong, we will have to rely on Vanswick's magic to survive the rest of the journey."

But Dumbledore responded nonchalantly, "It's okay. Don't forget that we can still hunt and fish. As it is the rainy season, the Rongma Grassland is now full of wild animals. I learned some wilderness survival skills from a wild elf druid lady in the wizard tower in Soth, and now they can come in handy."

"Oh my God! You are like two completely different people now. No, I should say that you have returned to the impulsive and enterprising Albus in his youth."

As he said this, Grindelwald's eyes were shining with a fiery light, and he was obviously recalling the unforgettable good years of "burning gay love".

"Hahahaha! Because here we don't have any worries, and we don't need to shoulder any responsibilities. We just need to live for ourselves."

With a hearty laugh, Dumbledore suddenly raised the light crossbow in his hand, aimed at the bushes on the left and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh! The sharp crossbow arrow flew through the air and pierced directly into the dense grass. Immediately afterwards, the animal's painful scream was heard, and at the same time, the grass that was originally swaying in the wind began to shake chaotically.

He just squeezed the horse under his crotch with his legs, then rushed straight over and found a herbivore lying on the ground with an arrow in its wound deep in the grass. It looked a bit like a gazelle belonging to the subfamily of antelopes, but it had no obvious horns on its forehead, and had long limbs and a nimble body.

The crossbow arrow pierced its heart and lungs, and blood gushed out of the wounds. It struggled to run less than twenty meters before losing the ability to move due to the severe pain.

"Ahaha! Looks like our dinner can be a little more sumptuous."

Dumbledore drew his dagger and with great practice put an end to the creature's suffering, then skinned and cut from the carcass the four legs that were easiest to carry, as well as the best meat from the back and belly.

His movements were as pleasing to the eye as butchering an ox, and were completely different from the friendliness and kindness he showed when he was the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"It's incredible. Every time I see you handling your prey, I feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience."

Grindelwald complained as he took the four bloody legs and tied them to the saddle that was carrying food and water.

"The meat looks good. Maybe we can consider cooking some of it and roasting some of it. Then we can sprinkle some salt and spices on it and it will last for several days."

As the team's chef, Van Swick has already figured out how to deal with the raw meat.

You have to know that in the wild where natural resources are relatively abundant, obtaining food has never been a difficult thing, and you won't even starve to death just by eating birds' nests and eggs.

But the real difficulty lies in how to preserve the food we obtain and prevent it from rotting and spoiling.

Especially in places like Rongma Grassland where there are a lot of mosquitoes, a piece of meat will be visited by flies and various parasites if left outside for a few hours.

It would be fine if they were just ordinary fly eggs and parasites, but I'm worried that there might be some terrifying magical creatures mixed in.

When you take a bite, those "cute" eggs will enter the human body and quickly hatch and reproduce.

It won't take long before a living person becomes emaciated, or even suddenly explodes from the inside and countless larvae pour out to eat him up.

To avoid this nightmare scenario, the simplest solution is to cook and dry the meat so that it is no longer suitable for the reproduction of these parasites and microorganisms.

The most common methods are grilling or smoking.

When pieces of meat become hard and dry, most potential risks can be eliminated naturally.

"Anyway, we must quickly find a safe place to settle down before the weather gets worse."

After saying that, Grindelwald cast a prophecy magic and quickly obtained some useful information from it. He left the main road and headed southeast.

After about twenty minutes, the three of them saw a towering tree in the low bushes.

I don't know whether it was natural or man-made, but the thick trunk of this tree is hollow, just enough to accommodate several people. It is simply a natural camping site.

"I didn't expect that your gift for prophecy is still so outstanding after coming to this world."

There was a hint of surprise in Dumbledore's tone.

Because he had used prophecy magic more than once, but he was completely unable to grasp the key points from the trivial and obscure information clues like Grindelwald.

Grindelwald replied with a smug look on his face: "Prophecy is different from other magic. It cannot be mastered simply by learning. It requires more talent and feeling."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. "I completely agree with this. Because Thors said before that prophecy is one of the magics he is least good at and least likes to use. Even he is like this, so there is no need to say more about other ordinary spellcasters."

"Oh? Now that he has become a demon god, is there something he is not good at?"

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Hehe, sorry, this question is a bit out of scope.

Because at my current level, I can't really understand how powerful Soth has become.

But what is certain is that he rarely uses prophecy magic, but instead obtains the information he needs through other more precise methods.

And there is little that happens in this world that can escape his eyes and ears."

After that, Dumbledore went into the tree hole first and cast a zero-ring light spell to check if there was any danger around.

You should know that in the continent of Faerun, it is very likely that ferocious beasts such as bears, tigers, leopards, or giant spiders or super giant snakes as big as tricycles will emerge from tree holes in the wild.

Fortunately, there is nothing like this in this tree hole. There are just some insects that like darkness and gather here.

Just clean up the spider webs around and pour some insect repellent under your feet, and it will soon become a qualified camping site.

Just as Van Swick was returning with some weeds and branches picked up from the surroundings, a bright and dazzling flash of lightning suddenly flashed in the sky, followed by a rumbling thunder and raindrops and hail as expected.

Heavy chunks of ice fell to the ground like meteorites, knocking the originally dense and tall weeds into twists and turns.

Grindelwald cast a spell to create a small protective umbrella for the horses outside to prevent them from being injured or killed by hail.

At the same time, a bonfire was successfully lit in the tree hole, and potatoes, onions and fresh meat were stewed in the pot on the shelf.

These three ingredients are what people who adventure in the wild for a long time eat most often.

On the one hand, it is cheap and can be supplied in almost any village. On the other hand, it is easy to store and there is no need to worry about it rotting or deteriorating due to bumps and bruises.

After a while, the aroma of food wafted out.

Van Swick skillfully took out a seasoning packet from his pocket, first sprinkled some refined salt and MSG produced by the West Coast Empire, and then threw some dried chilies to enhance the taste.

After all, in rainy and humid weather like this, nothing can keep you warm better than eating something spicy.

"It tastes great! Nothing beats a bowl of delicious, spicy stew at a time like this."

Grindelwald swallowed the slightly hot food in his mouth with a very satisfied expression.

"It would be better with a sip of strong liquor."

As he spoke, Dumbledore handed over the metal hip flask in his hand.

Grindelwald took it and drank it in one gulp without saying a word. Then he exclaimed with shining eyes, "Sembia's specialty, Fire Whiskey? You, an old drunkard, actually have this kind of good stuff hidden? I thought you drank it all on the ship that crossed the Dragon Bay!"

"How is that possible! Good things should be saved for later enjoyment."

Dumbledore casually snatched the flagon back and handed it to the handsome elf priest beside him.

Being cared for by his beloved, Van Swick's face suddenly flushed slightly, his eyes were full of affection, and he picked up the wine jug and began to drink.

The three of them took turns taking a sip, and soon finished all the food and liquor.

Just as the atmosphere was heating up and an R-rated action scene was about to begin, the bad weather outside suddenly took a strange turn.

I saw a huge figure vaguely emerging above the dark clouds above my head.

Before they could react to what was happening, an extremely thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The dazzling light and the violent shaking of the ground frightened the horses and caused them to flee in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a huge crack suddenly opened up out of nowhere, and thousands of orc warriors rushed in frantically from the other side.

There were so many of them that it looked like a tide.

“This… What is this?!!”

Dumbledore suddenly stood up and put out the bonfire as quickly as possible, then stuck his head out of the tree hole and looked out.

This was the first time he intuitively felt the terrifying extent of the supernatural power in this world.

Especially the huge crack that tore through the space, it was as if the sky and the earth were split in half.

"This is divine power! Incomparably chaotic and evil divine power! The orc god Gruumsh is angry!"

Van Swick expressed his feelings in a trembling voice.

As a priest, he was naturally very sensitive to divine power, not to mention that the other party did not try to conceal it at all.

"Angry? Why?"

Grindelwald asked sternly.

Van Swick shook his head slightly: "Don't ask me, how could I know. Whether it is the God of Justice Tyr whom I believed in before, or the God of Love and Beauty whom I serve now, they all hate the chaotic and evil orc pantheon."

Just as Grindelwald was about to ask for more information, Dumbledore suddenly pointed at the mighty orc army in the distance and said, "Oh no! Look! They're coming towards us!"

Following the direction of his finger, one can clearly see the orc army pouring out of the cracks, advancing towards the defense line where the tree hole is located at a very fast speed.

Especially the orc cavalry riding on wolves, they would use their canine sense of smell to catch creatures hiding in the grass, tear them apart and devour them.

Obviously, it is basically impossible to avoid it simply by relying on invisibility.

"Oh - that's not good."

Grindelwald subconsciously pulled out the small silver metal statuette that he was going to take with him in case of emergency.

Now he finally understood why the man who called himself "Codlin" was willing to offer such a high commission of 5,000 gold coins as a deposit.

"What should we do now? Use teleportation magic to retreat?"

Van Swick was obviously very nervous, and the arm holding the mace was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Because he is an elf! And the other side is the orcs who regard the elves as their mortal enemies!

Once he falls into the hands of these ferocious beasts, he will face more than just torture and death. Maybe even his soul will not be able to enter the kingdom of God after death.

"No! We can't give up halfway! Gellert, you take Vanswick and go first, I'll stay behind to cover your retreat."

There was a frightening light in Dumbledore's eyes, and he made a decision very decisively.

"Are you crazy?"

Grindelwald turned his head sharply and asked sharply.

But Dumbledore grinned and asked back: "Do you think I look crazy? No, I am rational.

Precisely because this matter may involve a fight between gods, I will never give up.

After all, if you give up for the first time, you will do it countless times.

If a person is used to retreating whenever he encounters danger and trouble, can the great adventure still be called an adventure? So I want to follow the example of most adventurers in this world to face danger and difficulties head-on and create my own legend. "

As close friends, lovers, and soul mates who had known each other since their youth, Grindelwald understood what his old lover wanted to express almost instantly, and asked solemnly: "Even if it costs you your life?"

"Yes, even if it costs me my life."

Dumbledore's face began to smile with excitement and anticipation.

"Hahahaha! Okay! In that case, I'll stay with you. Vanswick, you go first."

Grindelwald laughed and slapped the elf priest's butt.

But what's interesting is that although Vanswick was very scared, he did not choose to escape alone. Instead, he subconsciously clutched the holy emblem of the "Lady of the Fire Hair" and said in an extremely firm tone: "If you don't leave, I won't leave either. Whether it's the great god of justice Tyr or the goddess of love and beauty Suna, they all teach their followers never to abandon their friends when facing danger."

"But this time I might really die!"

Grindelwald stared into the elven priest's clear eyes and issued a warning.

"That's all right. Let's die like the heroes in the bard's tale."

The light produced by the divine magic is undoubtedly very conspicuous in the darkness.

The wolf riders at the front were the first to notice that there was someone in the tree hole, and soon after, they let out wolf howls one after another.

Awoo——

Under this kind of information transmission unique to wolves, two or three hundred wolf riders quickly gathered, followed closely by the orc warriors without mounts.

"Humans? Elves? Kill them and sacrifice them to the great Gruumsh!"

The leading orc raised his spear and charged first.

In the culture he had been exposed to for a long time, both elves and humans were weak and were born to be conquered and enslaved.

Because only a weak race would hide behind city walls and fortresses, not daring to face the cruel wilderness, and survive by growing crops, something that only lowly slaves would do.

A truly strong person should abide by the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest. Only the strongest warriors are qualified to become the leaders of the tribe.

And those weak guys should be severely bullied and unconditionally obey the strong like humble slaves.

It has to be said that in terms of the awareness of their own strength, the orcs as a whole have a kind of beauty similar to that of the barbarian tribes, with missing brains and incompletely developed cerebellum.

After all, if they are as powerful as they boast, why are the richest and most vast lands in Faerun always occupied by civilized humans, elves, dwarves and gnomes? Why are the orcs constantly driven into the deserts, forests and mountains?

Because they prefer the beautiful natural scenery there? Don't be ridiculous!

Anyone who has lived near mountains, forests, rivers or lakes knows that those bullshit advertising slogans about “surrounded by mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery” are all fucking lies.

Being near mountains means all kinds of birds, small animals, spiders and insects are aplenty, and being near water means there are so many mosquitoes that they can suck you dry.

So these guys are not living in areas with harsh environments voluntarily, but are driven there because their living space is constantly squeezed. It is civilization that ruthlessly defeats barbarism, and it is also the all-round crushing of organizational capabilities and productivity levels.

If they did not have the support of the gods behind them, with their lack of productivity and organization, their weapons, equipment and food basically all depended on robbing, and their lack of discipline in fighting, they would have been killed long ago without even thinking of resisting.

After all, orcs are intelligent. It is impossible for them to maintain high morale and firmly believe that they are strong after being defeated again and again.

But at this time, the role of religion and gods is reflected.

As long as the priests continue to preach that the great orc god Gruumsh is invincible and unstoppable, all previous failures were due to the enemy's meanness and cunningness, and the weakness and incompetence of the previous chieftain who failed to obey the will of God, and had nothing to do with the brave and fearless orc warriors.

In this way, all the orcs could feel at ease to shirk the responsibility for the defeat, and then continue to attack caravans, villages and towns under the leadership of the new chief, proving that they are born strong by bullying and enslaving civilians.

Little did they know that all this was nothing but self-deception, just like the main god they believed in, Gruumsh, would never admit that one of his eyes was blinded by the main god of the elves, Corellon.

Faced with the aggressive wolf cavalry, Dumbledore, who had been through many battles, did not panic at all. He instantly focused on casting the spell and completed the Wall of Force.

moment!

An invisible wall directly blocked the entrance to the tree hole.

The opponent rushed too fast and had no time to brake, and the huge wolf head hit it with a bang.

Due to the lack of any preparation, the huge impact force caused by inertia and weight immediately caused the wolf's head to bend to 90 degrees, and a sound of broken bones was heard.

Snap!

The orc sitting on top was not in a much better situation. He was thrown into the air and hit the force wall. The spear in his hand broke on the spot and pierced his chest.

In less than a second, this guy accomplished the feat of killing himself.

Seeing this, the wolf cavalry following behind hurriedly braked or went around the hollow giant tree.

But Dumbledore obviously had no intention of letting them go, and he completed the second spell - fireball - at an extremely fast speed.

In a flash!

The scorching flames exploded right in the middle of the wolf cavalry. The scattered flames immediately ignited the dense bushes and weeds, and spread to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

"Disperse! Disperse quickly!"

"That treacherous human wizard wants to burn us to death! Put out the fire! Someone put out the fire! We must not let the fire start!"

"But there is no water source nearby. How can we put out the fire?"

“Cough, cough, cough—”

…

Accompanied by shouts and violent coughs, the wolf riders who had been so arrogant just now suddenly fell into panic.

You know, the prairie fire is absolutely fatal to the orc army that has just been teleported here.

Because once they catch fire, they will not be able to run faster than the spread of the fire, and will eventually be engulfed by the flames and become charred corpses.

To make matters worse, the little rain and hail that had fallen earlier had wet the grass roots, causing large tracts of weeds to produce deadly smoke as they burned.

Many wolves with a keen sense of smell were choked by the black smoke and immediately fell to the ground, dizzy and coughing violently. Then they were engulfed by the flames and let out heart-wrenching howls.

Grindelwald, who was also good at playing with fire, showed a cruel smile. He directly used the wind-making magic to help the fire spread quickly, and chased the orcs to burn them desperately.

They even used pyrotechnics to turn open flames into pungent, choking smoke that enveloped large groups of orc warriors, causing them to suffocate while coughing constantly until they were engulfed by the flames.

Seeing the orc army that was so aggressive a few minutes ago now fleeing in a panic, he sighed with regret: "What a pity! It would be great if I could use the Fiendfyre. Otherwise, I could burn all these orcs to death without leaving a single one alive."

"Don't be silly! This is a major event involving the gods. Do you think that if you burn all these orcs to death, the gods behind them will remain indifferent? Now is the time to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he suddenly saw an orc holding a huge red axe slowly walking towards him through the burning flames.

He looked stronger than the average orc, with a black patch on one of his eyes, and exuded a disturbing aura of violence.

"You are the culprit that caused all this?"

The orc warrior stared at the blood-red single eye and asked loudly.

"That's right! Because it was your people who started it first."

Dumbledore quickly cast protective magic on himself and prepared for battle.

"very good!"

The orc warrior nodded slightly, then raised his head and said with great pride: "Remember, my name is Lonte Bloodeye, the chosen one of the great Gruumsh, and I am also the one who will kill you."

"voter?!"

Van Swick's pupils suddenly dilated.

As a pastor, he certainly couldn't be unaware of what this title meant.

You must know that in many cases, the appearance of voters means that the gods behind them are paying attention to something, and the attitude of the voters represents the attitude of the gods.

"Hmph! A weak red-haired bitch pastor."

The orc who called himself Lonte Bloodeye apparently noticed the holy emblem worn by the elven priest and immediately looked at him with contempt and disdain.

Because although Suna, the goddess of love and beauty, is a powerful deity, she is not very popular in the eyes of many gods.

Among them, the god of war Tempus thought that she was vain and frivolous and was not worthy of being his enemy. Other gods like Bane, Gruumsh, Cyric, Talos, and the previous generation god of death Myrkul had almost the same attitude.

no way.

After all, in the eyes of these gods whose minds are full of war, killing, destruction, and devastation, a goddess who only cares about love, enjoying the pleasure brought by sex, appreciating works of art and everything that can be called beautiful does not look like a huge threat at all.

Therefore, the God of Love is a very rare type of powerful god with relatively few enemies.

Of course, she herself rarely gets involved in conflicts between gods, and usually just cares about herself and her own affairs.

In addition, there are rumors that this goddess has an unclear relationship with the trinity goddess in the elven pantheon - Anghareth, and even evolved from a certain physiognomy of the former.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Van Swick, who has always been weak, showed some toughness for once.

No pastor can remain calm after someone insults the God he believes in to his face.

If it were a priest of Bane, the god of tyranny, or Heim, the god of protection, they would have rushed forward with weapons in hand to defend their beliefs.

"I said your god is just a weak red-headed bitch!"

The corners of Lonte Bloodeye's mouth slightly raised, revealing the orc's iconic fangs, issuing a naked and undisguised provocation.

"Filthy bastard! I'm going to smash your head in!"

This attitude instantly made Van Swick lose his mind and want to rush forward and fight.

But at the critical moment, Dumbledore decisively grabbed the elf who was not good at hand-to-hand combat and said, "Don't be fooled! He is deliberately provoking you. This way, we can get rid of the priest first and prevent us from receiving treatment in the next battle."

"But he's insulting Lady Flamehair!"

Van Swick was so angry that he was shaking all over and his eyes were blazing with anger.

"I know. But you don't need to get angry with a dying person, right?"

After saying that, Dumbledore stepped out of the tree hole.

As the fire continued to spread, except for the tree behind him that was protected by magic, all the other weeds had been burned to ashes, and the ground was covered with gray embers and sparks that popped out from time to time.

"You think you can kill me, blessed by the great Gruumsh?"

Lonte Bloodeye laughed mockingly.

"How can we know if we don't try? Besides, I'm very curious as to why your god suddenly sent so many troops to the Rongma Grassland. Isn't there already a very powerful orc tribe here?"

While Dumbledore was testing him, he used Mathematical Olympiad Vision to identify how many magical equipment the other person had and what their functions were.

You should know that not all mages can accurately identify the purpose of each piece of magic equipment in this way.

Because the color of an arcane aura is often very general, it can only tell you what faction it belongs to.

But its specific function depends on the details such as the patterns, symbols, and production materials.

Only a very small number of people who are very good at making magic items can figure out the parts that require professional knowledge.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was very good at alchemy, so after coming to this world, he was also very interested in making various magical items. Most of the equipment on his body was made or improved by himself.

So it only took a few seconds or so to figure out the specific functions of the armor, belt, boots, arm guards, and their connections.

Only the red ax in his hand emitted an arcane aura that was too dazzling, and it was definitely an authentic divine weapon.

Lonte Bloodeye looked at the human mage in front of him with interest, and said jokingly in a playful tone: "So you rashly got involved in this war that doesn't belong to you without knowing anything? This is really unlucky.

To tell you the truth, the orc tribes that now rule the Rongma Grasslands are traitors who have strayed from the teachings of the great Gruumsh.

Especially their chieftain, Thrall, who is not an orc from this world at all, but a pawn brought over from another world by the devil prince Soth to split us."

"Soth? Split? Chess pieces?"

Dumbledore instantly grasped the three key words, and then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Ah! I see.

Soth is using this chieftain named Thrall to completely free the orcs in this area from the control of Gruumsh.

Then, they established an orc kingdom inclined towards order to consolidate faith and defify the gods, thus tearing apart the faith foundation of the entire orc pantheon.

Gruumsh discovered this, so in a rage he personally opened the portal and sent you from other places, intending to destroy the seed that threatened itself.

We were lured into this trap by a certain force using the bait of being hired.”

"You are very smart, human. But unfortunately you woke up too late. No matter who you represent or why you are involved, it makes no difference to me."

As the last word came out of his mouth, Lonte Bloodeye suddenly charged forward, reaching the front at a speed close to that of sound in less than 0.1 second, and without saying a word, he struck out with great force.

"careful!"

Grindelwald raised his hand and instantly cast [Obstacle Spell].

As the name suggests, this is the Faerun version of the Magic Earth Barrier Spell, which can delay or even pause the opponent's actions. It is one of the more practical low-level spells.

However, since the scope of dissemination is not very wide, not many mages know about it. They are basically concentrated in the Arcane Mystic Society and its several branches.

As a chosen one, Lonte Bloodeye obviously possessed a strong resistance to magic. The spell only delayed him for less than two seconds before the huge ax chopped him down heavily.

Fortunately, two seconds were enough for Dumbledore to react. He instantly activated the short-distance teleportation and six appearedty or seventy meters away.

The moment the ax blade collided with the ground, a violent explosion and flames instantly swept everything within a radius of about ten meters.

boom!!!!!!!!

Obviously, this is the effect of the impact of the red giant ax.

After the embers and dirt settled, Lonte Bloodeye's figure had disappeared.

Just half a second later, he descended from the sky and chopped down the towering tree that provided shelter to Grindelwald and Vanswick, obviously aiming to kill the two of them directly.

“Run!”

Grindelwald first pushed the elven priest out, and then activated the accidental magic chain portal at the moment the ax fell and caused an explosion.

The blast generated by the violent explosion immediately blew Van Swick away before he could even run a few steps. He then drew a graceful arc in the air and fell to the ground with a thud, groaning in pain.

Not only did this blow cause severe damage to his internal organs, but his arm also hit a rock when he fell and became severely deformed. It was obvious that it was broken.

But this time, Grindelwald and Dumbledore finally saw clearly how this tricky enemy suddenly disappeared.

To be precise, Lonte Bloodeye did not use the ability of teleportation, but relied on the shock wave generated at the moment of the explosion to fly to the target.

Since the explosion would bring up a lot of dirt and ash that obscured the view, it looked like it disappeared suddenly.

Needless to say, the divine ax protected its holder from any damage caused by the explosion.

"This is trouble! Dear Albus, if you have any cards up your sleeve, now is the time to reveal them."

Grindelwald pursed his lips into a wry smile.

Through the brief encounter, he could basically conclude that the chosen one of the Orc God was a standard enemy with thick skin and strong flesh, high magic resistance, and extremely fast movement speed.

Especially the force wall and spirit transformation that restrain melee combat will not be of much use when facing the artifact ax.

Because the flames produced by the explosion are standard elemental fire damage, while the shock wave is force field damage.

"If the other party is a chosen one of the gods, it shouldn't be considered cheating if I use a little external force."

Dumbledore muttered something quietly, and quickly pulled out a very unique amulet from his arms, squeezing it tightly with all his strength.

moment!

The thorn-like thorns on it pierced the skin on the palm of the hand, causing dark red blood to flow out.

The next second...

A blinding red beam of light descended from the sky, and directly threw Lonte Bloodeye, who was only one step away from completing the kill, away like a tattered rag doll.