Age of Adepts

a month later.

After climbing over the rugged hills and mountains, Greem's group of six finally arrived at the legendary Burning Plain.

Just after turning over a steep hill, the world in front of him suddenly changed.

The bright sun in the sky was covered by a layer of gray mist, and only a dark red spot could be vaguely seen.

But what attracts more attention is not the sky and the ubiquitous heat waves here, but the landform and terrain here.

Looking far away, apart from the dark red earth and red rocks, there is no other color that fills the entire field of vision. The once majestic and magnificent peaks and the continuous mountains were distorted by a strange force, and became a burning place with almost extinct vitality.

Large and small cracks and lava pools can be seen everywhere on the land. Long-term and large-scale eruptions of underground volcanoes have lavatized the rocks here and permanently changed the landform and topography here. The majestic volcanoes and broken mountains, as well as the sharp lava fields, make every outsider who visits here secretly lament the destruction and destruction of nature is so powerful!

In the distance at the end of the line of sight, a huge volcanic cone is still spouting thick black smoke and volcanic ash. Every now and then, some violently burning lava rocks will fly out of it, dragging a long tail of black smoke, Tumbling and falling somewhere randomly.

And at the foot of the volcano, a river made of fiery red magma is winding and surging, and many strange elemental creatures can be seen playing and playing along the way.

Greem withdrew his gaze from a distance, and refocused his gaze on the ground below him.

The thick leather boots gently crushed the ground, and this place can no longer be called land, because there is not even a little bit of wet soil, all of which are fragmented rock debris.

"Drip, the environmental detection data has been completed..."

"The main components of the air are tested as follows: Nitrogen 63%, Oxygen 24%, Carbon Dioxide 12%, Methane 0,8%..."

"Air temperature: 46 degrees Celsius..."

"The air contains a lot of toxic and harmful substances, which will cause great harm to the human body..."

"The main body's physique fits the environment here, the activity of cells in the body has increased, the sensitivity of elements has increased, and the recovery of mental and physical strength has slightly improved..."

...

Silently inspecting the statistics from the chip, Greem couldn't help but secretly sigh. This is only the outer area of ​​the burning plain, and the temperature is already as high as 46 degrees. If it advances to the middle of the burning plain, the temperature there will probably explode in minutes!

If he was still an ordinary person, the environment here alone would be enough to kill him a hundred times. Not to mention going in to slay the dragon, if you can't even see a dragon hair, you will die.

However, now that Greem suddenly came to such a world, he can feel relaxed and indulged from the whole body. The scorching wind, the maddening heat, not only did not threaten him, but instead lifted his spirits, the blood in his body began to slowly agitate.

With a soft crash, the rock fragments at Greem's feet rolled aside, and a small salamander over half a meter long came out of it, stared blankly at them for a long while, and then panicked and ran away on all fours. To the distance.

"Let's go, there are still more than 400 miles away from the fire dragon's lair, we have to hurry up!" Greem quickly looked around, and was the first to take the lead towards the tall volcano in the distance.

Mary, Oliver, and Billis were all wrapped in thick black cloaks, covering all their physical features, and followed Greem silently to the distance.

The goblin Tigule was too short, with half of his long burqa trailing behind him, making a rattling noise when he walked. And the dragon man Zhacha's huge size can't be concealed, he simply threw off his cloak, wearing a bright wind essence armor, holding a lightning spear in one hand, and a frost hammer in the other, following the team with three steps and three swings end.

At this point, the previous set of invisibility and invisibility no longer works.

Anyway, with the strength of the team, even if they were tough with that Tier 2 Fire Dragon, they would not be in vain, so everyone didn't bother to hide their bodies, but swaggered straight to the magnificent and huge volcano.

After all, that's where they agreed to meet with the old fox Wenlier!

Although the Burning Plain looks harsh and barren, there are still many fire creatures and elemental creatures hidden everywhere.

When Greem and his party strode forward on the rustling gravel, in the gaps of dark red rock debris, in the shadow of tall and broken lava boulders, and in the dark thick gray clouds in the sky, there were streaks of hot and greedy The gaze projected out, always lingering at the side of the crowd, refusing to stay away.

Instinctively, these alien creatures could sense the ruthless aura of Greem's group, so they didn't dare to attack rashly. However, due to the instinct of bloodthirsty creatures, they are unwilling to give up these rare fresh blood food in vain.

Therefore, invisibly, Greem's team was slowly moving forward, but groups of fire-type creatures could already be seen around them.

Finally, after Greem and his party went deep into the Burning Plain for 30 miles, they encountered the first group of 'short-eyed' guys who dared to block their way.

This is a patrol team composed of ten Blackrock clan orcs!

The orcs of the Blackstone clan, a small branch of the huge orc bloodline.

They are all strong and muscular, and they walk like tigers and tigers with a fierce look.

Since there are almost no trees and output in the Burning Plain, these orcs are covered in special leather armor tanned with fur stripped from fire-type creatures. And their weapons are also varied and varied.

There are rough stone sticks, bone spurs broken from giant creatures, and of course, there are more exaggerated shapes, metal sledgehammers or giant maces that show menacing looks.

Every orc warrior is more than two meters in size, with a wide body and round waist, and his body is covered with muscles as solid as iron. With huge fangs, strange rune patterns were painted on the face with red paint, and the huge nose ring oscillated and rang with the heavy panting.

The lead orc slammed the heavy metal hammer in his hand in front of Greem and his party, blocking their way.

Its ferocious eyes quickly swept across the strangely shaped team, and finally set its sights on the tall dragon man at the end of the team.

"Hey, big man, which adult do you serve? Why did you come to our land?"

The orc captain spoke a typical orc language, and of course there were some weird pronunciations of the dragon language mixed in, so it sounded extraordinarily awkward. But Greem and the others didn't care. Instead, through the shadow of the drooping hood, they stared at the group of orcs with cold eyes like watching the dead.

The basic ranks of these orcs are no more than quasi-sorcerers, but they all have the physical fitness of no less than a first-level body-refining wizard. And living in the burning plain all year round, the fire resistance formed spontaneously by their bodies is much stronger than creatures in other regions.

But in front of Greem's team, their 'tiny' strength is really nothing to mention!

"Who's going up?" Seeing a group of little fellows who were no more than quasi-witches showing off their might in front of him, Greem smiled subduedly and asked privately via voice transmission.

Oliver didn't move.

The goblin Tigule grasped the crystal-shaped puppet amulet pinned to his chest, but was still hesitating whether to release the goblin tearer now. Before Zacha the dragonman took a step forward and could speak, Mary had already shot with a coquettish smile.

Red shadows flickered in the arena.

Mary took off her hood, revealing a flowery face, and in her right hand that stuck out her robe, she held a huge heart that was still steaming.

The orc captain's eyes were wide open, staring at the slightly beating heart in the opponent's hand with an expression of disbelief. It took a long time before I remembered to look down at the huge hole in my chest that was still bubbling with blood, the inside was already empty, and my heart had long since disappeared.

That heart is my own...

Before this thought could finish turning in his mind, the orc captain roared, threw away the weapon in his hand, and then his weak body hit the ground heavily.

Mary lifted the orc's heart, raised her neck, took a swig like drinking wine, and then spat several times, then threw the orc's heart away.

"The blood of these orcs stinks...Damn it!" Mary's bloody pupils flashed fiercely, "Billis, I'll leave these guys to you!"

The worm witch Billis, who was dressed in a black robe, responded when he heard the words, took a step forward, raised the wide sleeve of his robe, and a large group of black worms swarmed out, and suddenly turned into ten black streaks in mid-air. Arrows were shot at every orc present.

Seeing this, the orc warriors roared and raised their weapons, smashing the sharp black arrows that were coming at them into pieces. But these black powders scattered suddenly, and turned into groups of black insects again, rushing to the face and body of the orc.

Almost instantly, the nine orc warriors, together with the orc captain who fell to the ground, were completely overturned by a layer of wriggling black beetles.

The orc warriors threw down their weapons and slapped the bugs on their bodies desperately with their huge fists and palm-like palms. Amidst the muffled bang bang bang, many black beetles were pounded into a stinky blood sauce, but more beetles burrowed into the orcs' bodies through their eyes, ears, nose, nose, and some bitten wounds. internal.

Amidst the screams and roars of the orc warriors, the impenetrable black swarm devoured them alive!

Although such a scene has been seen many times, it is still difficult for everyone to fully adapt.

Killing is the nature of wizards, and everyone does not reject it. But making the killing field so bloody and cruel is not acceptable to all wizards. Especially that goblin Tigule felt a stomach discomfort and frowned.

If it wasn't for self-bearance, I'm afraid it would have retched!