Faerûn.
North.
The Peak of Violence is a huge orc gathering place in the continent of Faerûn.
Surrounding a huge mountain peak nearly five thousand meters high, there are endless dense forests, meandering rivers, rolling hills and depressions, and dense...
Countless orc tribes.
In the continent of Faerûn, savage orcs are synonymous with bandits.
They do not produce themselves, but run around the earth in a brutal and terrifying way of plundering, like a group of lawless robbers, robbing other civilized groups of their wealth and territory.
Looting other tribes and strengthening themselves is the main way for the orcs to develop.
Since every orc is a born warrior, and there are powerful professions such as shaman, wizard, wolf rider, etc. in the clan, many biological races have suffered terribly due to the plunder of the orcs, but they do not have the strength to compete with the orcs, so
They had no choice but to give up their territory and home, and fled away from home under the power of the orcs.
However, this situation ends here.
Because the orcs have provoked an enemy more terrifying than themselves.
Amidst the violent fluctuations in the space, huge magic flywheels with hundreds of figures standing silently flew out of the space portal.
Buzz!
On the ground centered on the Peak of Violence, a large number of portals were also opened one after another, and human warriors wearing heavy armor and burly bodies continued to fight out of them, killing the orc tribe from all directions.
The heavy and powerful footsteps made the ground tremble violently.
"Kill these filthy and cruel beasts to an end, leaving no one behind!"
On a magic flywheel, the leader of the army that raided the Peak of Fury, Grand Arcanist Iolum, exuded bright elemental aura, and gave orders in a deep voice.
The moment you get the order.
Thousands of arcanists began to cast magic.
They showed no mercy and poured out powerful arcane spells one after another at the orcs below with indifferent expressions.
Boom!
Fire, lightning, hurricane, frost... Arcane magic with different attributes destroyed forests one after another.
The orcs who lived inside were buried together with the forest here in the deadly light of the spell.
The Peak of Fury is a gathering place for orcs.
However, this is actually the rear area of ​​the orcs. The most powerful and elite army of the orcs is not stationed at the Peak of Fury. Moreover, this is the first time that teleportation magic has appeared. The orcs here were caught off guard by the surprise attack of the human army, and suffered heavy casualties.
.
Each orc was either turned into ashes and dust under the violent spells, or was decapitated by the warrior's sharp sword.
The orcs' counterattack was negligible.
As time went by, the orcs slowly showed signs of despair.
Surrounded by raging fire and human warriors, some orcs knelt on the ground and gave their hope of survival to their faith.
"Great Orc God, your followers are being attacked by despicable humans."
"Blood and fire covered the earth."
"Your loyal followers pray to you to send down your powerful divine power and give your followers the strength to drive these despicable humans to an end!"
Orcish prayers echoed in the sky above the Furious Peak.
Most of the arcane masters in the sky knew the orc language. They listened to the orcs' last prayers with indifferent expressions, without any wavering, and cast spells faster and harder in their hands.
However, just after a few breaths, Iolum's expression suddenly changed.
His eyes were solemn and he raised his head to look somewhere in the sky.
"Will the God of the Orcs really answer the prayers of these guys?"
Gods generally do not interfere in the struggles of the main material world.
The Grand Arcanist, who is over 150 years old, does not believe in gods. He believes that the so-called gods are just creatures with more powerful power. However, not believing in gods does not prevent Iolum from feeling deeply for the power of gods.
of fear.
The magic power surges and condenses on the staff.
The arcanists on the flywheel platform move very uniformly.
They prepare their own special spells, even if the opponent is the incarnation of a god.
at the same time.
Along with the violent fluctuations in the space, under the enthusiastic cheers of the orcs and the slightly nervous gaze of the arcanists, a huge figure appeared from nowhere and gradually formed from an illusory body into a physical entity.
"Don't act rashly."
Looking at the behemoth in his field of vision, Iolum was slightly startled and restrained his arcanists.
What suddenly appeared over the battlefield had nothing to do with the orcs.
This is a dragon.
A super giant dragon with a body length of 47 meters and a wingspan of nearly 60 meters.
Gleaming silver scales, four thick and sinuous dragon horns, strong body limbs, and several strange rings of black scales surrounding the body.....
.The silver dragon came to this world, but he did not actively exude the power of the dragon.
However, the bodies that were much larger than the magic platform at the feet of the arcanists naturally exuded a powerful and breathtaking pressure.
Because I don’t know which side the silver dragon is on.
The chaotic battlefield fell into a brief calm due to the appearance of the silver dragon.
"Um...where is this?"
"There seems to be something wrong with the elemental energy here."
Garon stretched out its dragon wings, blocking the light cast by the sun and forming a shadow outline on the ground.
He used the Imaskal Ring as an anchor point for time and space teleportation. As soon as he arrived at this new timeline, he keenly discovered the strange situation of the elemental energy in the air. The elemental energies here were intertwined in an orderly manner, as if they were one
Zhang's ubiquitous magic network.
With just a thought, Garen can easily mobilize magic elements through this magic network.
"This is the Magic Network, right?"
"A magic web that makes casting spells easier and more convenient."
Garen reacted and thought silently in his heart.
He had read the Romantic Paladin, which had an introduction to the continent of Faerûn, in which the term "Magic Network" was mentioned.
The Demonic Network is a powerful deity and the authority of the goddess of magic.
The elemental energy in the air here is not as chaotic as in Noah's continent. Spellcasters have to spend a lot of energy to sort out the elemental energy to construct spells. With the existence of the magic network, the threshold for becoming a spellcaster will be greatly lowered.
"Are there humans from the ancient Imasca Empire below?"
Garen's eyes swept across the human mages and warriors below.
With just one glance, he shook his head slightly and rejected his previous idea.
He didn't see any strange artifacts.
There are no artificers here.
"There is a certain error in the transmission. This should be the continent of Faerûn, but it may not be within the ancient Imasca Empire."
Garen thought about his situation.
Just like plane teleportation, there will be certain errors.
His time and space teleportation also has errors, and it is a double error of time and location. However, with the Imaskar Ring as an anchor point, this error will not be too large.
"I need more news about Faerûn."
Garen thought to himself.
To be continued...