The Wizarding Age

Three large-scale witchcrafts exploded in the elf team almost at the same time.

Frost Ring!

Shadow Legion!

Meteorites Falling from the Sky!

A huge frozen cold wave broke out in the central area of ​​the elf team, and the rolling extreme cold air swept in all directions, freezing most of the ordinary elves in thick ice crystals. Only those with primary magic resistance can escape the pain of freezing and break free from the cold wave.

The shadow legion summoned by the dark witches is a group of fierce shadow creatures from the shadow plane.

Shadow is different from darkness. It is a kind of energy without substantial existence and naturally has spatial attributes. There are countless types of shadow creatures, most of which are entrenched in the shadow plane, because there is no sun, moon, or stars there, only endless darkness.

Of course, there are also some powerful shadow creatures who choose to wander aimlessly between planes, and the chaotic energy between the planes is their natural nourishment. They are cunning, dangerous, and powerful, so they are also species loved and feared by summoning casters.

Shadow summoning is already a very mature spell, which can be strengthened from level 1 to level 4.

Level 1 shadow summoning can only randomly summon some ordinary shadow creatures, such as shadow mastiffs, shadow snakes, shadow warriors...

Level 2 shadow summoning can summon a small team of shadow warriors. Although they are not plane creatures, they are also intelligent creatures with primary intelligence.

As for what the dark witches summoned together at this moment, it belongs to the category of level 3 shadow summoning, and what they summoned is a shadow army of more than 100 people. Such a shadow army of 100 people can easily slaughter thousands of mortal armies by relying on physical damage immunity and ignoring defense.

Of course, the shadow energy that constitutes the shadow creature is also a kind of negative energy, which is naturally restrained by the unicorn with positive energy. So when the darkness spread and the killing started, three dazzling suns, two large and one small, suddenly lit up in the boundless shadows.

Of course, that was not the real sun, but the natural light that lit up at the top of the spiral horn of the three-headed unicorn!

Relying on the suppression of the three-headed unicorn's origin, the shadow army that had just been killing crazily immediately fled, screaming and hiding in the shadows again, no longer as reckless as before.

However, at this time, a huge fireball with a diameter of 5 meters, carrying a raging sea of ​​fire and a terrifying high temperature, fell rapidly from the sky, aiming directly at the tall tree hall.

Before the fireball arrived, the heat wave had already swept the earth.

Everything on the ground became scorched and hot, the green was fading quickly, and only a piece of fiery red and suffocating high temperature remained in the huge space.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it... You will kill all the elves like this..." The third-level dark witch Usa, who had been watching coldly, couldn't help but curse repeatedly.

She raised her hand, and a thick dark spear crossed hundreds of meters of space and hit the huge meteorite that was falling rapidly. The meteorite instantly broke apart, and exploded into four or five smaller meteorite fragments, which fell from the sky like a rain of fire burning the sky.

The meteorite broke apart, and it lost the powerful impact of destroying the world, but the rain of fire still forced the elves to scatter and hide, and the formation was in chaos. Even those terrifying tree warriors who were so tall seemed to be filled with unspeakable fear of the rain of fire, and they also hurriedly fled to the periphery like the elves.

The elves' formation was in chaos...

It was as if someone blew the horn of charge, and all the combat magic machines began to attack under the command of the goblin technicians. As they rushed forward, they madly poured metal storms towards the tree people, elves, and unicorns.

And those witches wandering around the periphery seemed to have discovered the opportunity, and began to quickly cut into the battlefield with their own tricks. They rushed into the battlefield in groups of three or five, aiming directly at those powerful elves who were left alone because of panic.

Tigule drove the Goblin Ripper, and his target was the Level 2 Deadwood Guard.

The Deadwood Guard had wisps of wood and spikes, and the giant tree in his hand was waving vigorously, sweeping away the scattered fire rain. Although it had tried very hard, there were still tiny flames on the dry and wrinkled ancient wood.

The Deadwood Guard was ten meters tall, and the Goblin Ripper was only five meters tall. Therefore, when Tigule drove the Goblin Ripper, the five pairs of spider-like metal legs under him rushed towards the opponent with clanging steps.

While rushing, the Goblin Ripper waved the four metal arms on the upper body.

A metal flywheel and an alloy drill were running wildly, making a loud and piercing noise. The two magic cannons fired recklessly and continuously, and directly submerged the huge body of the Deadwood Guard with terrifying energy bombs.

To be honest, if there was a choice, Tigule would never want to fight a 10-meter-tall behemoth. But looking at his own camp, it seems that he is the only one who can compete with the Deadwood Guard in terms of size and strength.

So even if he pinched his nose, Tigule could only howl and collide with the Deadwood Guard.

Two behemoths, one is bigger, but it is made of a withered and shriveled ancient tree, and the other is only half the size of the other, but it is a solid metal puppet, a magic construct.

When these two guys collided, a wild melee broke out immediately.

A wooden fist and a steel fist, the two ‘men’ gathered together, rolled and fought, raised their fists and smashed each other’s heads, just like hammering each other with a rammer, bang bang bang.

Only one sawdust flew, fragments splashed, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared everywhere on the body of the ancient tree. The other one was still spinning and drilling frantically with the flywheel and drill, and the energy bombs were bombarding at close range without interruption.

Although both sides were at the same level 2, there was a clear difference in the combat power they showed when fighting together.

In Grimm’s chip scan, the basic data of the two different creatures also slowly spread out in front of him like a book.

"Goblin Ripper, 2nd level magic warrior, 5 meters tall, 17 tons in weight, core power source: Magic Furnace (small), magic weapons: 2 magic cannons, 1 metal flywheel, 1 alloy drill, 24 goblin missiles, 1 energy field generator, 1 anti-gravity floating device... The basic combat power data is as follows: Strength 27, Constitution 34, Agility 18, Spirit 11..."

"Deadwood Guard, 2nd level tree man, 10.7 meters tall, 8 tons in weight... The basic combat power data is as follows: Strength 24, Constitution 27, Agility 9, Spirit 13..."

Looking at the basic data of the two, Grimm suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment.

Although the Deadwood Guard is almost the same as the Goblin Ripper in strength, it is much inferior in constitution and agility data. A 2nd level creature like it is classified as 2nd level more based on the basic data of the body, rather than from the perspective of comprehensive combat power.

So seriously speaking, the Deadwood Guard only has the "form" of a Level 2 creature, but not the "spirit" of a Level 2 creature. It is a Level 2 creature with a strong innate physique but a weak acquired soul consciousness.

The Goblin Ripper has the same basic physical data as a Level 2 creature, and is controlled by a top Goblin mechanic like the Goblin God of War Tigule. Therefore, the combat power it shows and its use of basic physical strength are far better than the other party.

If it weren't for the green vines and thorns on the Deadwood Guard that wrapped around the Goblin Ripper's arms like a snake, making it unable to make big movements, and if there were not thick roots from time to time underground that wrapped around it, limiting the movement of the Goblin Ripper. With the difference in their combat power, the Goblin Ripper only needs half a quarter of an hour to blow up and destroy the Deadwood Guard's body!

In Grimm's cognition, no matter how powerful the Deadwood Guard is, it is just a stronger "soldier". The Goblin Ripper is an out-and-out "general" and a "hero".

The two are totally different!

Since the battlefield has become more and more chaotic, Grimm no longer bothers to command.

Anyway, the more chaotic the battlefield is, the more beneficial it is to his side. After all, in terms of individual combat power, combat magic machines can completely crush the opposing elves.

So Grimm transformed into a huge fire man with a body height of 4 meters, leisurely strolling in the center of the battlefield, and his bright yellow flame eyes kept looking for his opponent.

Such a striking target naturally attracted some opponents who were overconfident.

Sizzle...

The three consecutive arrows pierced directly into the lava shield in front of Grimm, blasting it into a magma rain of fire splashing all over the sky.

Grimm's fire eyes swept across.

It was the 2nd-level female elf sharpshooter!

She was stepping on the tall ancient tree, flying on the soft and slender branches, rushing towards Grimm while pulling the bowstring quickly.

Following the ‘three shots’ just now, she fired another ‘two shots’.

This time, the arrows were more powerful and had a much sharper penetration than last time.

“Hahaha…” Grimm laughed wildly: “You alone are no match for me, why not call him over as well!”

As Grimm spoke, he raised his hand to protect his face.

The two enchanted arrows, which were so fast that they were difficult to discern with the naked eye, pierced deeply into the back of his hand and exploded.

A huge ‘blood hole’ immediately blew out of Grimm’s left hand, which was made of lava and flames, and lava fragments and boiling magma immediately splashed out.

Grimm didn’t care about this ‘little injury’ at all. He still laughed and waved his hand at a nimble figure in the distance, and a huge red flame pillar quickly sprang up from the bottom of that person’s feet.

With Grimm’s current strength, it only took half a second for this red flame pillar to condense and activate, but even so, it still didn’t hurt the other party at all.

The agile figure swayed slightly, and then turned into a swift stream of light, passing by Grimm's side.

At the same time, a spring of fire suddenly exploded beside Grimm, and a deep scratch appeared on his thick and dense waist and ribs.

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