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.

因为只有软弱的种族才会躲在城墙堡垒后面不敢直面残酷的荒野，靠着种植农作物这种低贱奴隶才会干的事情来苟活。

真正的强者就应该奉行弱肉强食适者生存的法则，唯有最强大的战士才有资格成为部族的领导者。

而那些弱小的家伙就应该被狠狠地欺凌，像卑微的奴仆一样无条件服从于强者。

不得不说，在对于自我实力认知这方面，兽人整体上有种跟野蛮人部落一样大脑缺失、小脑发育不完全的美。

毕竟如果他们真像自己吹嘘中的那么强大，为什么费伦大陆最富庶、最广袤的土地始终被代表着文明的人类、精灵、矮人和侏儒所占据呢？ 为什么兽人只能被不断的驱赶到人迹罕至的荒原、森林和山脉之中？

因为他们更喜欢那里山清水秀的自然风光？ 别逗了！

稍微在山林或河流湖泊周围生活过的人都知道，什么狗屁广告宣传语中的“依山傍水风景秀丽”都他妈是骗人的。

靠近山就意味着各种鸟类、小动物、蜘蛛和昆虫多如牛毛，靠近水的地方更是蚊子多到能把你活生生吸干。

所以这些家伙生活在环境恶劣的地区并不是自愿的，而是被不断挤压生存空间驱赶过去的，是文明毫不留情的击败了野蛮，更是组织能力、生产力水平的全方位碾压。

如果不是背后有神明作为支撑，就以兽人这种要生产力没生产力、要组织度没组织度，武器、装备和食物基本全靠抢，打起仗来一拥而上毫无纪律性，估计早就被杀得不敢有什么反抗的念头了。

毕竟兽人也是有智力的，不可能一而再、再而三被击败之后还能保持旺盛的士气，并且坚定的认为自己是强者。

但这种时候宗教和神明的作用就体现出来了。

只要牧师继续宣扬伟大的兽人主神格乌什战无不胜、所向披靡，之前的失败统统都是因为敌人的卑鄙无耻和阴险狡诈，更是前任酋长的软弱无能没有听从神明的旨意导致的，跟勇猛无畏的兽人战士没有半点关系。

这样一来，所有的兽人就能心安理得把战败的责任推卸掉，然后继续在新酋长的带领下袭击商队、村庄和城镇，通过欺凌奴役平民来证明自己是天生的强者。

殊不知这一切都不过是自欺欺人罢了，就如同他们所信仰的主神格乌什打死都不承认自己的一只眼睛是被精灵主神科瑞隆干瞎的。

面对来势汹汹的座狼骑兵，早已身经百战的邓布利多没有丝毫慌乱，瞬间进入施法专注完成了力墙术。

瞬间！

一道无形的墙壁直接把树洞的入口封死。

对方由于冲得太猛，根本来不及刹车，硕大的狼头砰的一声撞在上边。

由于没有任何准备的关系，惯性和体重所带来的巨大冲击力顿时让座狼的脑袋折成九十度，并且发出了骨头断裂的声音。

咔嚓！

坐在上边的兽人也没好到哪去，整个人被甩飞也撞上力墙，手里的长矛当场折断反向插进自己的胸口。

短短不到一秒钟的功夫，这家伙就完成了自己杀死自己的壮举。

跟在后边的狼骑兵见状赶忙急刹或者绕开这颗中空的巨树。

可邓布利多显然并没有打算放过他们，又以极快的速度完成了第二个法术——火球。

转瞬之间！

滚烫的烈焰就在狼骑兵中间轰然炸开，四散飞溅的烈焰立马点燃了茂密的灌木林和杂草，并且以极快的速度向四周漫延。

“散开！快散开！”

“那个奸诈的人类法师想要烧死我们！灭火！来人灭火！决不能让火势烧起来！”

“可这附近根本没有水源怎么灭火？”

“咳咳咳咳——”

……

伴随着呼喊声和剧烈的咳嗽声，刚才还十分嚣张的座狼骑兵顿时慌乱成一团。

要知道草原大火对于才传送过来的兽人大军来说绝对是致命的。

因为一旦烧起来，他们根本不可能跑得过火势蔓延的速度，最终必然会被烈焰所吞没成为一具具焦黑色的尸体。

更要命的是，之前下的少量雨水和冰雹打湿了草根，让大片杂草在焚烧的过程中产生致命的浓烟。

许多嗅觉灵敏的座狼被这股黑烟一呛，立马就倒在地上头晕眼花剧烈咳嗽，随后便会被烈焰吞噬发出撕心裂肺的哀嚎。

同样擅长玩火的格林德沃更是露出残忍的笑容，直接施展造风术帮助火势快速漫延，追着那些兽人玩命的烧。

甚至还使用烟火术把明火变成刺鼻呛人的烟雾笼罩成片的兽人战士，让对方在不停地咳嗽中逐渐窒息，直至被烈焰所吞没。

眼看着几分钟前还气势汹汹的兽人大军现在一副狼狈逃窜的样子，他意犹未尽的感叹道：“真可惜，要是能使用厉火就好了。不然的话我能把这些兽人全部烧死一个不留。”

“别傻了！这可是涉及到神明的大事件。你以为把这些兽人全部烧死，他们背后的神会无动于衷吗？趁现在，我们赶快动身离开这个危险的地……”

邓布利多的话还没等说完，突然看到一名手持赤红色巨斧的兽人缓缓穿过燃烧的烈焰走了过来。

他看上去比普通的兽人更加强壮，而且其中一只眼睛上带着黑色的眼罩，浑身上下散发着令人不安的狂暴气息。

“你们就是造成这一切的元凶？”

兽人战士瞪着那只血红色的独眼大声质问道。

“没错！因为是你的人先动手的。”

邓布利多迅速给自己加持防护魔法做好了战斗准备。

“很好！”

兽人战士略微点了下头，随后仰起头用无比骄傲的语气说道：“记住，我的名字叫隆特·血眼，伟大格乌什的选民，同时也是即将斩杀你们的人。”

“选民？！”

范斯维克瞳孔骤然放大。

身为牧师的他当然不可能不清楚这个称呼意味着什么。

要知道在很多时候，选民的出现就意味着其背后的神祇正在关注某件事情，而选民的态度就代表了神祇的态度。

“哼！软弱红发婊子的牧师。”

自称隆特·血眼的兽人显然注意到了精灵牧师佩戴的圣徽，立刻向其投以轻蔑鄙夷的目光。

因为爱与美之神淑娜虽然是强大神力，但在许多神祇眼中都属于不怎么受待见的类型。

其中战神坦帕斯认为她虚荣轻浮根本呢不配成为自己的敌人，其他像班恩、格乌什、希瑞克、塔洛斯、上一代死神米尔寇等神祇也差不多都是同样的态度。

没办法。

毕竟在这些满脑子战争、杀戮、破坏、毁灭的神眼中，一个只顾谈情说爱、享受性所带来的愉悦体验、去欣赏艺术品和一切能够被称之为美的女神，怎么看都不像是一个巨大的威胁。

所以爱神是非常罕见在强大神力中敌人比较少的类型。

当然，这压根她本人很少会卷入神祇之间的矛盾，通常都是只顾着自己玩自己的有关。

除此之外，还有传闻说这位女神跟精灵神系中那位三位一体的女神——安格芮丝有着不清不楚的关系，甚至就是前者的某个相面演化而来。

“你说什么？再说一遍！”

向来软弱的范斯维克难得硬气了一把。

没有任何一个牧师会在对方当面侮辱了自己所信奉的神后还能保持冷静。

这要是换成暴政之神班恩或守卫之神海姆的牧师，恐怕早就已经拎着武器冲上去捍卫自己的信仰了。

“我说你的神就是个软弱的红发婊子！”

隆特·血眼嘴角微微上扬露出兽人那标志性的獠牙发出了赤裸裸毫不掩饰的挑衅。

“肮脏的杂碎！我要敲碎你的脑袋！”

这种态度瞬间让范斯维克失去理智想要冲上去拼命。

但关键时刻邓布利多果断拉住了这个根本不擅长肉搏的精灵：“别上当！他在故意激怒你。这样一来就能先解决掉牧师，让我们在接下来的战斗中无法得到治疗。”

“可他在侮辱火发女士！”

范斯维克气得浑身发抖，眼睛里迸射出愤怒的火光。

“我知道。但你没必要跟一个将死之人置气不是吗？”

说罢，邓布利多迈步从树洞中走了出来。

随着火势的不断漫延，这里除了身后那颗被魔法保护的树之外，其余的杂草都已经烧得七七八八，地面上遍布着灰色的余烬和时不时迸射而出的火星。

“你觉得自己能杀死受到了伟大格乌什赐福的我？”

隆特·血眼发出了嘲弄的笑声。

“不试试怎么知道呢？更何况我很好奇，为什么你的神突然传送了那么多军队来到戎马草原。这里不是原本就有一支相当强大的兽人部族吗？”

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 axe 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 deify 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 axe chopped him down heavily.

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

The moment the axe 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 axe.

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 axe 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 axe 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 axe.

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.