Chapter 882: Someday
Given the current situation, even Title Archmages could end up as cannon fodder. With a single charge, these Black Iron Orc Wolf Riders could slaughter half the Mage Legion.
That's why, in the wars of the Blazeforge Realm, even Title Archmages could become cannon fodder. Unless they escaped before the charge landed, facing the enemy head-on meant that taking to the sky just turned them into living targets—making death come even faster.
Yet the Black Iron Orcs failed to notice that, in the distance, the scattered Mage Legion showed not a single hint of fear or anxiety. Instead, every mage wore a battle-hungry, anticipatory excitement.
Kurum raised his Dragon Scale Staff, and at its tip, a crimson gem glowed with a gentle yet blood-hued light.
Streams of flame began to swirl around the entire Mage Legion, but these faint elemental fires were completely ignored by the Black Iron Orc Wolf Riders.
But if an alchemist happened to be watching from above, they'd be running for their lives—those flames weren't just swirling storms. They formed an alchemical array, a deadly magical formation that could unleash devastating power.
Pure flame replaced the usual intricate lines of the alchemical array. Each mage was a vital energy node, and because their magical sources, Arcane Sigils, and Core Meditation Codex were all identical, when fire served as the conduit, the array could function with near-perfect efficiency.
That's why the strongest Mage Legion all used the same Core Meditation Codex and identical Arcane Sigils—their combat power reached unprecedented levels.
The Black Iron Orc Wolf Riders closed in at breakneck speed, and everyone could smell the acrid, blood-soaked reek wafting from their bodies.