On the tallest building in the Ironsong tribe, the god that Scar was looking for stood alone. However, the heavenly being was nowhere to be found.
The observatory overlooked many parts of Ironsong City, including the residential area where the battle between humans and orcs was the fiercest.
"Alright, alright." God nodded. He had already started the first step of his plan. He was not far from accepting the entire Ironsong Tribe.
God took out a glass tube of potion from his pocket, but he didn't give Tyrant's Mad Faith potion.
"Iron Song City has become a thing of the past." The god put the finger of his right hand into his mouth and bit it, ignoring the pain. He bit off the blood on the abdomen of the finger.
The god pulled out the blockage of the berserk medicine and dropped the piece of meat. The moment it touched the berserk medicine, the piece of meat seemed to be burning. A large number of bubbles flowed out of the medicine. Under the attention of the god, the blood meat completely dissolved in the berserk medicine, turning the medicine's face a bloody red.
The hand holding the glass tube bent down, and the medicine in the tube flowed backward. What was incredible was that the moment these potions came into contact with the air, they immediately evaporated into a colored and odorless gas, floating towards the residential street with their own consciousness.
" Chaos or chaos, just this alone makes my revenge even more interesting…"
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The Tyrant couldn't stop the moment the battle began. The heavy hammer broke the armor in the middle. No one was an enemy of his hammer, and they gradually couldn't keep up with the Tyrant's footsteps. He went deep into the center of the human army alone. In a situation where he was isolated and helpless, the Tyrant was happy instead. Four arms jumped out from his back, as if a tiger wanted to add wings.
The situation here suddenly caught Hegel's attention. Many soldiers had died here, and their corpses were piled up on the mountain. Tyrant stood on this mountain of corpses, which was very eye-catching.
The Iron Cannon's iron did not react to the Tyrant's shots. The tough physique that Nitan gave him was terrifying, so powerful magic could not hurt him.
"As expected of a tyrant, becoming so powerful that I can't see it for so long.”Hegel couldn't help but praise this scene.
"General, our soldiers are no match for this orc. The commander urged,"Let's hurry up and let those mages who don't do anything deal with him."”
The longer the delay, the more people would die. The humans had entered the Desolate Plains to conquer all the orcs. Other than the Ironsong tribe, there were many other tribes to deal with. They could not afford to waste all their troops here.
"I'm here to find the three strongest Magicians who followed us this time. These Tyrants should be persuaded to stay.”Hegel did not know that one of the three mages was dead or injured.
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"Mage of Tamilon, we need you to take action now.”When Hegel's men found Tamilon, he was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand. Because the armored tanks could not enter Ironsong City, part of the heavy troops stayed in the suburbs, and Saul was injured. Tamilon also stayed outside even more.
"What's wrong?" Dameron closed the book in his hand and asked in confusion.
"The Ironsong tribal chief has personally made a move. No one is his match. General Hegel gave me a hand
"Alright, I'll be leaving then." Damian looked at Saul, who was lying on the wooden board, and nodded. He asked another mage to take care of himself, and then followed the commander to Ironsong City.
"Humans are still a bunch of trash. Their bodies are so weak. Is there no warrior to fight with me?”The hill under the Tyrant's feet had already reached two meters high. The person standing there was like a crane in a flock of chickens. It was very eye-catching, but no one could deal with it.
The four arms behind the Tyrant picked up the melee weapons used by the human soldiers. They could kill everyone without a heavy hammer.
"Mage Dameron, the Beastman.”said the commander as he pointed at the Tyrant.
"Storm Jail." Dameron knocked his staff on the ground, and a magic array suddenly appeared above the Tyrant's head.
"Hmm?" Waiting for the Tyrant's reaction, countless Wind Blades surrounded the ground he was standing on, trapping the Tyrant like a prisoner's prison.
"Magic? He looked like an amazing mage.”Mr. Tyrant didn't intend to destroy this Wind Prison, so he quietly waited for Damian to do something.
"Suffocation." Dameron turned his right hand, and all the air in the prison was suddenly squeezed out. The oxygen was getting lesser and lesser, and it could suffocate anyone.
" Cough cough…" Tyrant laughed disdainfully. When he thought about the shape of his body, the cell could not hold his body and it collapsed very quickly.
The Tyrant was now five meters tall and stood there like a giant. The surrounding soldiers could not help but retreat, knowing that they were no match for this Orc.
"A million wind blades." Dameron held his wand with both hands, and the gem on the end of the wand glowed quietly. Wind elements could be seen drifting from there. Not long ago, Dameron had sent countless wind blades in Tyrant's direction, causing the wind to blow and make people's footsteps unstable.
The Wind Blades numbered in the millions, and it was very bold. Tyrant waved the hammer with both hands and faced the Wind Blade at the front.
"Pa!"
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