Chapter 817 - Bloody Battlefield
Chapter 817 Bloody Battlefield
The war raged on!
Unlike skirmishes of three to five hundred fighters, a battlefield of tens or hundreds of thousands of combatants was exceptionally brutal and bloody.
It didn’t matter how individually powerful you were. You had to maintain a low-profile on a battlefield as chaotic and intense as this one as long as you weren’t invincible yet. You could not catch the attention of the enemy.
Otherwise…
Greem personally witnessed an undead knight shrouded in a chilling aura of death ravage the battlefield unchallenged upon his towering skeletal mount with his Third Grade prowess.
Numerous Orc Skullsplitters shivered before the sight of his mighty mount, and countless more orc powerhouses were split in two by the knight’s gleaming, two-meter-long sword. The Halo of Fear followed the knight wherever he went, causing all orcs to flee in terror.
These orc shamans appeared to be skinnier and frailer compared to the average orc.
However, given how large and thick the horn staffs they held were, smashing a few enemy skulls wouldn’t be a problem either.
In terms of ability alone, even the weakest of warriors in the orc army had a more outstanding Physique than an advanced body-refining adept. In fact, most of the qualified orc warriors in the army had bodies as tough as body-refining pseudo-adepts.
Supposedly, an official adept of the World of Adepts could easily slaughter a dozen orc warriors. However, if the numbers were to increase by any more, then even a First Grade adept was at risk of injury.
If both parties were engaged in a deathmatch with nothing reserved, then a First Grade adept might be able to exterminate twenty or thirty orc warriors. However, the adept themselves would die under the crude yet simple stone hammers of the orcs.
It couldn’t be helped. The bodies of the adepts themselves were far too fragile!
If one could bypass those multiple layers of shields and magical defenses, then the adept himself might not be much stronger than an ordinary human. A blade to the neck or a stab to the stomach and even those noble adepts would die.
Meanwhile, these orc shamans were like a weakened version of official adepts.
The magical powers they possessed were far too crude. Apart from the Berserking Spell, Bloodlust, and Great Fireball, they had no spell or magic of great might. The more mystical aspect to the orc shamans was their ability to wield the powers of four elementium attributes simultaneously. Moreover, their enhancing magic, along with their healing and offensive skills, were all completed through the use of totems.
They would place these one-meter wooden totems into the earth before them and rapidly summon the corresponding magical elementium in their hands. The magic they unleashed might not be very powerful, but it was swift.
Greem narrowed his eyes and watched from behind the battle.
According to the Chip’s senses, he could tell that the strange tattoos on the bodies of the shamans appeared to be resonating with the patterns on their totems on a certain elementium frequency.
The oscillation and fluctuations of the magical radiance from the tattoos and the totems were almost entirely identical!
What was this? Magic resonance or elemental harmony? What method then did they use to cause a cold, inanimate object to become akin to a living being, and be able to sense and absorb the wandering elementium in the air?
Were the totems miniaturized and weakened versions of an elementium altar?
A series of questions rose in Greem’s mind.
No wonder those adepts loved to go on otherworldly conquests. As expected, any other world possessed plenty of mysterious knowledge and secrets for them to explore and decipher!
At this moment, Greem wanted to capture an orc shaman, split his skull apart, and conduct some thorough research.
However, even from a distance, he could see the muscular and well-trained orc blademasters surrounding the orc shamans. He had no choice but to stuff this idea into the depths of his heart silently.
If the Skullsplitters were ordinary orc warriors, then these orc blademasters were elite orc warriors on the level of body refining adepts.
They might not be very tall, and their bodies might not be as muscular as ordinary orcs, but their every movement was exceedingly fast and agile. The weapons they used weren’t dull and heavy warhammers or greataxes either. Instead, they only used flat and long knives or terrifying longswords.
That meant that their attacks excelled at speed and agility, along with explosiveness!
If Greem simply charged over and got surrounded by a group of orc blademasters with their giant razors, he wouldn’t end up much better than a piece of meat placed in a slicer.
These blademasters possessed extreme physical explosiveness and attack speed. When combined with the four elementium powers that the orc shamans could summon, they became a challenging foe. There might not be any high-grade individuals among that group of shamans and blademasters, but even a peak Second Grade fire adept like Greem didn’t dare to test the waters.
Maintaining a low-profile on such a brutal battlefield was the only way to survive!
The orcs weren’t just comprised of idiots with all brawn and no brain. Under Greem’s observation, the orcs far behind the frontlines were most likely the true powerhouses of the orc army.
Greem was only curious why they were being so patient and biding their time. They had yet to start an assault on the portal after so long. Couldn’t they see that the orc army was almost collapsing under the attacks of the witches’ forces?