I no longer dare to have any thoughts of resistance.

After all, orcs are also intelligent and cannot maintain strong morale after being defeated over and over again, and firmly believe that they are strong.

But at this time, the role of religion and gods comes into play.

As long as the priest continues to preach that the great orc god Gruumsh is invincible and invincible, the previous defeats were all due to the enemy's despicableness and cunning, and it was also caused by the former chief's weakness and incompetence in not obeying the will of the god, as well as his bravery and fearlessness.

The orc warriors have nothing to do with them.

In this way, all the orcs can shirk the responsibility for the defeat with peace of mind, and then continue to attack caravans, villages and towns under the leadership of the new chief, and prove that they are naturally strong by bullying and enslaving civilians.

Little do they know that all this is just self-deception, just like the main god Gruumsh they believe in refused to admit that one of his eyes was blinded by the elf god Corellon even to death.

Facing the menacing warg cavalry, Dumbledore, who had already experienced hundreds of battles, did not panic at all. He immediately concentrated on casting and completed the wall of force spell.

moment!

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

Because the other party charged too hard, there was no time to brake, and the huge wolf's head hit it with a bang.

Without any preparation, the huge impact brought by inertia and weight suddenly caused the warg's head to bend at 90 degrees, and there was a sound of bones breaking.

Click!

The orc sitting on top did not fare much better. He was thrown away and hit the wall of force. The spear in his hand was broken on the spot and inserted into his chest.

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

The wolf cavalry following behind saw this and quickly braked or avoided the giant hollow tree.

But Dumbledore obviously had no intention of letting them go, and completed the second spell - fireball - very quickly.

In a blink of an eye!

The scalding flames exploded among the wolf cavalry, and the splashing flames immediately ignited the dense bushes and weeds, and spread to all directions at an extremely fast speed.

"Spread out! Quickly spread out!"

"That treacherous human mage wants to burn us to death! Put out the fire! Someone come and put out the fire! Don't let the fire burn!"

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

"Cough cough cough cough——"

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Accompanied by shouts and violent coughs, the warg cavalry, who had been very arrogant just now, suddenly became panicked.

You must know that grassland fire is absolutely fatal to the orc army that has just been teleported.

Because once it burned, it was impossible for them to outrun the speed at which the fire spread, and they would eventually be engulfed by the flames and turn into charred black corpses.

What's even worse is that the small amount of rain and hail that fell earlier wetted the grass roots, causing large areas of weeds to produce deadly smoke during the burning process.

Many wargs with a keen sense of smell were choked by the black smoke, and immediately fell to the ground, dizzy, coughing violently, and then were engulfed in flames and let out heart-rending wails.

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

They even used pyrotechnics to turn open flames into pungent and choking smoke that enveloped the orc warriors, causing them to gradually suffocate while coughing until they were engulfed in flames.

Seeing that the orc army that was so aggressive a few minutes ago was now running away in a panic, he sighed with unsatisfied thoughts: "What a pity, it would be great if I could use sharp fire. Otherwise, I can burn all these orcs to death without leaving any one behind."

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"Don't be stupid! This is a big event involving the gods. Do you think that if all these orcs are burned to death, the gods behind them will be indifferent? Now, let's leave this dangerous place as soon as possible..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he suddenly saw an orc holding a red giant ax slowly walking through the burning flames.

He looks stronger than ordinary orcs, and has a black eyepatch on one of his eyes, exuding a disturbing and violent aura.

"Are you the culprit behind all this?"

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

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

Dumbledore quickly blessed himself with protective magic and prepared for battle.

"very good!"

The orc warrior nodded slightly, then raised his head and said in an extremely proud tone: "Remember, my name is Lonte Blood Eyes, the chosen one of the great Gruumsh, and the one who is about to kill you."

"voter?!"

Vanswijk's pupils suddenly dilated.

As a pastor, it is certainly impossible for him to not know what this title means.

You must know that in many cases, the appearance of the elect means that the god behind it is paying attention to something, and the attitude of the elect represents the attitude of the god.

"Hmph! The weak red-haired bitch priest."

The orc who called himself Lonte Bloodeye obviously noticed the holy symbol worn by the elf priest and immediately cast a look of contempt and disdain on him.

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

Among them, Tempus, the God of War, believed that she was vain and frivolous and not worthy of being his enemy. Other gods like Bane, Gruumsh, Cyric, Talos, Melkor, the previous generation God of Death, etc. also had almost the same attitude.

no way.

After all, in the eyes of these gods who are full of war, killing, destruction, and destruction, a goddess who only cares about romance, enjoying the pleasurable experience brought by sex, and appreciating works of art and everything that can be called beauty will not be looked upon at all.

Like a huge threat.

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

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

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

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Vanswijk, who had always been weak, finally became brave.

No pastor can remain calm after someone insults the God they believe in face to face.

If this were a priest from Bane, the god of tyranny, or Heim, the god of guardianship, he would have already rushed forward with weapons in hand to defend his beliefs.

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

The corners of Lonte Bloody Eyes' mouth were slightly raised, revealing the orc's iconic fangs, and he issued a naked and undisguised provocation.

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

This attitude instantly made Vanswijk lose his mind and want to rush forward to fight for his life.

But at the critical moment, Dumbledore decisively stopped this elf who was not good at melee combat: "Don't be fooled! He is deliberately irritating you. This way, the priest can be eliminated first and we will not be able to receive treatment in the subsequent battle." "

"But he's insulting the fire-haired lady!"

Vanswijk was trembling with rage, and his eyes were blazing with rage.

"I know. But you don't have to vent your anger on a dying person, do you?"

After that, Dumbledore stepped out of the tree hole.

As the fire continued to spread, except for the tree behind it that was protected by magic, the rest of the weeds had been burned to pieces, and the ground was covered with gray embers and sparks that shot out from time to time.

"Do you think you can kill me who has been blessed by the great Gruumsh?"

Lonte Bloodeyes laughed mockingly.

"How will you know if you don't try? What's more, I'm very curious as to why your god suddenly sent so many troops to the Rongma Grassland. Isn't there originally a very powerful orc tribe here?"

While testing, Dumbledore used Olympiad vision to identify how many pieces of magic equipment the opponent had on him and what their functions were.

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

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

But the specific effect depends on the texture, symbols, production materials and other details.

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

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

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

Only the arcane aura emitted by the crimson ax in his hand was too dazzling, and it was definitely an out-and-out artifact.

Lonte Blood Eyes looked at the human mage in front of him with great interest, and joked in a playful tone: "So you didn't know anything and rashly got involved in this war that doesn't belong to you?

This is really unfortunate enough.

To tell you the truth, the orc tribe that currently rules the Rongma Grassland is a traitor who has betrayed the teachings of the great Gruumsh.

Especially their chief, Thrall, is not an orc from this world at all, but a pawn brought by the devil prince Soth from other worlds to divide us."

"Thos? Split? Pawn?"

Dumbledore instantly caught the three key words, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Ah! I understand.
To be continued...