Age of Adepts

In truth, the environment of the Marsh Wetlands was not suited as a battlefield for fire creatures.

However, with a master of fire like Greem around, no disadvantageous environment could last for long.

Seeing that the fighting had broken out, Greem raised both his arms and started casting. He completed a massive Meteor Shower in just six seconds. Blazing meteors engulfed in red lava pierced through the dense mist, one after another, crashing from the skies with black tails of smoke.

They struck mostly near the ogres’ formation, forcing the weaker ogres to lift their wooden shields to cover their heads. However, the quickly crashing meteors created craters in the ground. The violent fire shockwaves threw many of the ogres to their feet, and the splashing rain of lava sent them running around in agony.

The entire frontline of ogres had instantly descended into a magma hell.

The Ango’rosh ogres had formidable Physique, terrifying Strength, and numbers in the thousands. It made them a particularly fearsome force. However, such an army was nothing in the eyes of a Fourth Grade fire adept.

If it wasn’t out of concern of the Fourth Grade ogre chieftain, Greem could have gone all out and exterminated them by himself.

How fearsome was a legendary fire adept unleashing all his power?

Powerful shockwaves spread through the ground to the surroundings. All fire creatures caught in this shockwave instantly turned to ashes, without even the chance to self-destruct.

Forty-two points of Strength.

In just half a second, the Chip had determined the ogre chieftain’s Strength.

It was important to note that Greem’s base Strength at the moment was no more than 27 points. And this was only thanks to the constant supply of fire dragon meat and the use of a significant amount of resources. As expected of a Fourth Grade melee fighter, his base Strength was 15 points higher than Greem’s.

If Greem fought him in person, he would have to endure a tremendous amount of force with every parry or strike he attempted!

Even so, Greem would not back off.

After all, this was a rare chance to pick off a Fourth Grade native creature.

If he missed this chance, he would have a much, much, much harder time killing even a single Fourth Grade of the Spirit World.

Greem waved his hand, and the fire creatures on the battlefield split off to the sides. The twelve Swamp Giants also retreated close to the Flamegate.

Thus, the center of the battlefield was left to the two Fourth Grades!

Gorefist, Ango’rosh Ogre Chieftain.

From a distance, he looked like a fat, overweight human.

He was over seven meters tall– not exactly the tallest amongst the ogres, but certainly the bulkiest.

He stood there like a mountain of flesh, flab upon flab of meat on his body. There were so many layers that it almost looked like he was wearing armor of flesh. His stubby legs were half a meter in diameter, leaving craters in the ground with every step.

Due to his excessive size, Gorefist only wore a hide around his waist, barely covering his more sensitive parts.

He also wore a necklace of skulls on his neck. He wore a sharp bone in his nose as a piercing. His eyes were wide as metal shields, and his big ears drooped all the way to his shoulders.

The only weapons he had on his person were the two giant stone hammers.

Greem could faintly sense some strange energy flux from the hammers. It seems like they were no ordinary items!