Age of Adepts

Without his weapons, Gorefist’s combat power was cut by over thirty percent.

It didn’t matter how fast he moved his thick, stubby legs; he would never catch up to Greem’s phantasmal movements. Moreover, the fire spells, now affected by fire penetration, provoked unbearable agony every time they hit him. The damage he was enduring was increasing exponentially.

Gorefist was a warrior who excelled at melee combat after all. Without the means to close the distance with a spellcaster, he would be kited to death.

If he still had his warhammers, Gorefist had an attack that could barely qualify as a mid-range threat. Without the warhammers, Gorefist only had a simple directional attack in his Berserk Howl!

Trying to stun the opponent with Berserk Howl and taking him down in that short duration was an insult to their intelligence. The helpless Gorefist could only chase after the flame giant like a foolish bear, all while enduring a ceaseless barrage of fire attacks.

The outcome of the battle had been decided!

The only thing that kept the ogre chieftain from falling was the thought of his two allies who were hurrying over.

Once Fahssn and Krach arrived, it would be a breeze to take down this human adept with the combined power of three Fourth Grades. At the very worst, they would be able to scare away the opponent and preserve the Ango’rosh ogres’ camp that had lasted for several thousands of years.

Even if Greem was blessed by Alice, he would still not provide a good impression to Rauluns. In contrast, Greem and Moat were acquaintances and even friends at this point, thanks to the favors that he had been doing him.

Otherwise, Moat would never have immediately mobilized the Fourth Grades on his side for reinforcement when he received Greem’s communications.

Of course, the main reason Greem was able to get Moat to bolster him was that his actions were in line with the Wetland’s welfare. With the same goal in mind, having an additional Fourth Grade like Greem to help them would increase their odds of exiling the sporepeople from the Marsh Wetlands!

Unfortunately, Rauluns, who Moat had specially come to awaken, clearly did not wish to get along with a fire adept. As the mediator, Moat couldn’t help but feel a headache at the thought of his difficult situation!

“Old friend, please slow down! The human adept has only come for the sporepeople’s Primal Water. There is no conflict of interest. So……”

“Very well, seeing as he has not broken any of our rules since entering the Wetlands, I won’t find trouble with him. Primal Water? The reason the losses to the Marsh Wetlands has been so heavy is very likely because the sporepeople have extracted all the water from the swamps and refined it into Primal Water. Hmph! The human adept must not be allowed to take the Primal Water with him. We will simply send him on his way with some other treasure later.”

Moat did not express an opinion on the Diviner’s suggestion. He simply sighed.

Rauluns had not come into contact with the fire adept. Naturally, he did not understand his true powers.

If Rauluns truly wanted to send the human adept away in such a dismissive fashion, the Wetlands would likely face another calamity!

Of course, with his understanding of his companion, Moat knew that arguing with Rauluns at this juncture was of no help. He could only sigh and silently begin considering how he could change Rauluns’ mind.

“Regardless, the fire adept is now fighting with Gorefist of the Ango’rosh ogres. Out of consideration of our personal benefit and our relationship to the adept, we should be helping him now. Old friend, we will have to rely on your Mist Teleportation this time!”

“No problem. I will have to lend him a hand on this one. Old friend, stand closer to me!”

Moat walked across the surface of the water and stood next to the Diviner.

“Relax your Spirit, friend. We are teleporting now.”

Rauluns shouted excitedly, and their figures dove beneath the water, vanishing without a trace.

Mist gathered in a corner of the lake fifty meters away, and two strange silhouettes appeared.

“This is the southwestern corner of Darkswamp Lake. Give me two minutes to prepare, and we can teleport again. I estimate that we should arrive near the ogres’ camp after another eleven teleportations.”

“Thank you!”

“There’s no need to. It is all for the Marsh Wetlands!”

A short moment later, water shimmered across the surface of te lake as the two figures vanished once more.