Age of Adepts

Chapter 823 The Battlefield Settles For Now

In terms of pure combat prowess, Greem’s existence in this battle was not outstanding in any way.

However, as the universally acknowledged sweeper of the battlefield, fire adepts posed a huge threat to the enemy when they were allowed to cast their magic. In fact, they might be an even more significant threat than those high-grade adepts.

Right now, three five-meter-tall Flame Fiends stood shoulder-to-shoulder, using their terrifying fire magic to engulf the entire stretch of the battlefield rapidly. The five hundred meters on this side of the city wall was plunged into a sea of fire in an instant.

Fires blazed as the sea of flames continued to rise.

All the orcs who were engulfed by the flames either fell to the ground in agony or ran around madly while the fire ate away at their flesh. Still, the only outcome was turning into scorched bones and ash.

This tragic sight instantly roused the powerhouses of the orcs to action.

Huhuhu!

The sea of fire on the city wall had been extinguished and the undead tide quickly stationed themselves on top of the wall. They now played the part of loyal lookouts. The various witch branches entered Witherwater City and started to search for the rumored spoils recklessly.

Strongwoods Plane was indeed an unbearably impoverished plane!

Almost every single orc could fight. As such, they very rarely hunted or toiled the earth. These lowly jobs were left to the subordinate races. That meant the orcs were a scary and combative, yet unproductive, race! They had relied purely on their barbaric strength to enslave and rule over all others in the plane!

Unfortunately, this time, they had run into a steel wall. They had run into the even more powerful, even more organized, and even more advanced Nothern Witches.

Those who could cross the planar door to arrive in Strongwoods Plane were almost entirely elites among the Northern Witches. It was only natural that the orcs were the ones getting crushed when such a powerful force clashed with the tiny Witherwater City.

It indirectly demonstrated the might of the Northern Witches!

Night fell, and cold winds descended.

It was unusually cold and miserable near the outskirts of Witherwater City during the night.

Alice’s Fate Witches had been assigned to the northwest corner of the city.

That had been the manor of an orc powerhouse in the past. However, times had changed now, and it was no more than a temporary shelter for the Fate Witches.

The buildings of the orcs were typically made of rough gray stone. They appeared to be tall and magnificent but were in truth crude and raw upon closer inspection. After all, the orcs hailed strength as beauty and prided themselves on their rough manners. They weren’t as appreciative of beauty as the humans and elves were.

Consequently, their architecture had no aesthetic appeal nor comfort to speak of.

It was a massive manor of a Fourth Grade orc powerhouse, and there were no luxurious goods to be seen. There were only simple furniture here and there.

Still, the orcs had quite a lot of slaves in their manors. Moreover, they were of various races.

For instance, butlers responsible for accounts were of the rabbit people, cooks of the boar people, and maids of the rabbit, fox, and snake people. These subordinate races weren’t as courageous or bloodthirsty as the orcs. Instead, they were like fearful and cautious worms.

They did not even know how to resist the undead when they attacked. Apart from shutting their doors and hiding under their blankets, they could not do anything else. That was why they surrendered without any hesitation when the witches executed an orc powerhouse before their eyes.

When Greem stepped into the manor with his subordinates, trembling silhouettes could be seen kneeling on each side of the door.

At this moment, all orcs that dared to rebel against the witches had already been slaughtered.

The witches had only kept the subordinate races here to take care of their daily needs. After all, the undead tide was only suited as cannon fodder. Asking them to cook food and heat water was an impossible task.

Greem had already returned to his human form now. His black eyes swept through the crowd of people and discovered no abnormalities. He then turned to his subordinates and said, “We have worked hard for an entire day now. Let us have a simple rest here! If any of you are interested in them, you may take them away as you please.”

Having said that, Greem hastily entered the manor.

He couldn’t be bothered even to dine or wash himself. He ordered someone to clear out a room for him before lifting the corpse of the Third Grade orc shaman into the room.

Right now, Greem was extremely interested in the tattoos and totems of the orc shaman.

He had a feeling that his understanding of magical tattoos would significantly improve if he could decipher the secrets behind these tattoos!