The strongest magician on earth [holographic]

Half-orcs all over the mountains rushed towards Anke, who was at the front of the team, holding sticks, knives and guns in their hands.

Half-orcs have disappeared from the Valxiu continent for a long time, and Anke only has some information about this race.

Orcs are not so much a race as they are a product of accident.Thousands of years ago, an evil wizard turned out to combine the genes of orcs with human bodies to give birth to half-orcs.

The evil wizard named "Crow" was obsessed with all kinds of human body research, his hands were covered with blood, and he was notorious throughout the continent.Later, the Association of Magicians and the Holy See of Light found the mage tower of this evil wizard, and jointly pulled out the cancerous tumor on the Valxiu Continent.

The half-orcs, as the product of the experiment, possessed brute strength, but their intelligence was low, and it was difficult for them to communicate normally like intelligent races. The Association of Magicians and the Holy See simply exiled them to the wilderness in the northern part of the mainland, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Thousands of years later, times have changed, and the name of a half-orc has not appeared on the mainland for a long time. This is also the first time An Ke has seen a live half-orc since he was born.

If it was normal, maybe he would still be a little interested in this species produced in the magic laboratory.

But now he's not in that mood.

The violent magical elements in the air formed a tornado visible to the naked eye, and the oppressive feeling on their faces did not stop the footsteps of these half-orcs. Their mission was to guard the temple behind them and destroy all enemies who dared to invade.

An Ke lost a total of two scrolls, one was the 7th-level [Magic Storm], and the other was the 6th-level [Arcana · Calmness].The former can condense a large amount of magic elements and store them in the scroll, and release them at one time when the user needs them, increasing the concentration of magic elements to dozens of times the usual level.

On the other hand, Aofa · Concentration is a status magic, which greatly increases Anke's magic power level within half an hour.

Throwing down the two auxiliary magic scrolls, An Ke instantly felt a huge amount of magic power rise up in his body to be driven, and the familiar power returned, as if he could slaughter everything with a single gesture.

An Ke kept walking, and faced the orcs coming in like a wave, the two spellcasting rings on his fingers flickered continuously, and terrifying spells slammed down like a fort!

Ice Roar!

Karma red lotus!

The Blue Wind of Judgment——

As An Ke moved forward, the magical storm around him always surrounded him, making the boy look like a god born in the storm at this moment. His facial features could not be seen clearly in the strong magical elements, and could only be vaguely seen Blurred face and hair flying wildly in the wind, but a pair of eyes are amazingly bright!

"boom--"

The wind of judgment swirled the blooming flaming red lotus and fell like a cannonball. The violent explosion sounded through the sky, and Qing Ge and others behind could not help but cover their ears.Then the temperature plummeted, and a huge icy vortex appeared out of nowhere in the air, roaring like an ice monster and rushing towards the tide-like sea of ​​orcs. The sharp ice blades cut their dark green skin. It can explode a cloud of green blood mist!

Uninterrupted roars sounded one after another, and Qing Ge suddenly felt as if he had come to the Syrian battlefield. Obviously, An Ke was alone, but he seemed to be carrying thousands of troops, aircraft and cannons, resisting countless battles with his own strength. Thousands of high-level orcs.

The flames exploded on the ground, and the soil and gravel flew high, mixed with the green flesh and blood of the half-orcs, and then fell heavily, and were blown up by the next magic—the continuous magic transformed the originally flat and The empty space turned into a purgatory scene in an instant.

Qing Ge looked at An Ke, who was surrounded by the magical storm. His thin figure was extremely small in this magnificent battlefield, but it made people unable to look away.

The president of the Holy Sword was actually a little scared at this moment.

"An Ke, An Ke——!"

Qing Ge suddenly saw a half-orc general sneaking up behind An Ke, and he called An Ke's name loudly, but his voice was completely covered by the ear-piercing roar.

An Ke didn't look back at all. Under the cover of his great magister-level magic power, even if a mosquito flew by from here, he could catch it in an instant.He just raised his hand slightly, and as soon as the spell-casting ring was lit, the body of the orc general who was sneaking up behind him fell down without warning.

——Chris' death-killing technique.

Magicians are worthy of being called "war machines". There are thousands of orcs here, and they are densely packed at a glance. Even if they stand up and kill someone, they will fight for a long time.

However, An Ke cast spells on a large area one after another, and each shot could blow up a large area of ​​orcs into blurred flesh. After only 10 minutes, the army of orcs had been reduced by half visibly with the naked eye!

No one can stop his progress.

Although half-orcs have low intelligence, they also have the instinct to survive. In the face of this devastating power, their roars became smaller and smaller, their voices became lower and lower, and their footsteps began to hesitate.

After An Ke left Ye Huo Honglian to deal with the half-orcs in front of him, there were no enemies who dared to approach him anymore.The boy's black hood had come off at some point, he raised his head, and glanced coldly at the half-orcs around him.

The orc army that had been aggressive all took a step back.

"I said, don't stop me."

An Ke dropped this sentence coldly, and then moved on.

This time, no orc dared to stand in front of him again.

He traveled unimpeded all the way, and finally came to the humble temple.

Just as he was about to use magic to tear down the temple in front of him, suddenly, there was a childish roar of "Wow!" from behind.

An Ke turned around, and a cold ice sword emerged out of thin air in his hand.

Originally, he was going to cut the head of the half-orc who came to attack him in half, but when An Ke saw the face of the attacker, he hesitated.

In front of him was a very young half-orc, less than one meter tall, even the fangs at the corners of his mouth were blunt and immature, with green skin, holding a small mace, looking It looks a little funny.

The little half-orc had already stopped in its tracks, and the sharp ice sword tip was pointed at its throat, ready to take its young life away at any time.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The little half-orc waved the mace in his hand, trying to pretend to be fierce, but his trembling growl and legs shaking like chaff revealed its fear.

An Ke's hand paused.

At this moment, another half-orc rushed out of the crowd, ignoring the terrified roars of the other half-orcs, ran all the way to An Ke, and hugged the little young half-orc.

It was a young half-orc, who looked not much older than a young half-orc. It stood in front of An Ke's ice sword, knelt down straight, pointed to the little half-orc behind him, and then pointed to the temple, with a nervous expression.

"Gulu Gulu, Gulu Gulu!"

The young half-orc chattered, then turned and hugged the struggling little half-orc, begging for mercy.

An Ke couldn't understand the language of the orcs.

"Gollum Gollum!!"

Seeing that An Ke was unmoved, the young orc showed despair on his face.

It and the young half-orc may be brothers or friends, and they are bowing their heads to the young magician in front of him for the little half-orc, begging the powerful magician to forgive them.

Surrounded by a circle of adult orcs with frightened faces, they glanced at each other, hesitated for a moment, and put down their weapons one after another.

An Ke didn't speak, he stood there quietly, his eyes fell on the two half-orcs, one big and one small in front of him, his thoughts were in a trance.

The moment he entered this half-orc cottage, Anke caught the breath of ritual magic here.

The dark sacrificial beads come from this place.The condition for making sacrificial beads is human souls, which means that these half-orcs must have slaughtered nearby villages and sacrificed a large number of human lives to enshrine this temple.

Whether it is from the standpoint of human beings or the overall situation of the great magister, these half-orcs who slaughtered humans are not a pity to die.

But he hesitated.

The young half-orc in front of him had hatred in his eyes. Under the protection of another half-orc, he still grinned at An Ke.Its eyes reminded An Ke of his former self.

Turning a blind eye to the danger in front of him, relying on other people's protection and doting on him, he lashed out his teeth and claws unscrupulously.

How naive, how ridiculous.

An Ke sighed softly, and dispersed the ice sword in his hand.

Sometimes he hated his own indecision. If there were other great magisters standing here, they would definitely wipe out this group of half-orcs without blinking an eye.

Maybe I am still young, or maybe I am also naive and ridiculous, full of sympathy, the heart of the Virgin is white...

But the moment he saw the young half-orc protecting the cub, An Ke couldn't do anything.

"I ask, you answer." Looking at the half-orc in front of him, An Ke said.

The young half-orc found that he could understand An Ke's words. Even though the boy in front of him still spoke human language, he could understand the meaning.

Level 2 magic, language proficiency.

Magicians always study this kind of weird magic.

"Ask...Master, my lord."

The young orc said tremblingly.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Gollum," said the Orc.

An Ke took out the dark sacrificial bead from his backpack: "Is this yours?"

Gulu hesitated.

"I advise you to tell the truth." An sphere of power words rose in front of An Ke: "No one can lie in front of a magician."

Gulu muttered for a while, and finally said in a low voice: "...Yes, my lord."

The ball of light turns green, which means it is the truth.

An Ke's eyes turned cold, "Who are you fighting for? Who instructed you to use this dark ritual magic?"

Half-orcs are born without any magical talent, and it is impossible to use magic elements. They are a race abandoned by the god of magic. It is impossible to use ritual magic with them alone. There must be a magician behind them.

"Yes...it is Lord Xuejian." Gulu lowered his head, "We are fighting for Lord Xuejian. The magic you speak of is also the masterpiece of that adult."

See you soon?

This name was too unfamiliar, An Ke searched all the names of famous magicians he knew in his memory, but there was no one who could match the name.

"Who is he? Where is he?..."

An Ke wanted to continue asking.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred on the originally quiet battlefield!

The temple behind An Ke suddenly gave birth to a palpitating dark magic power. He suddenly looked back and found that the simple temple built of wood and stone was shaking violently and making rumbling noises.

A strong sense of crisis hit An Ke's heart in an instant!