Chapter 886: Fang's Death
In the future, the most famous Burning Legion would use the Blaze Storm magic rune, combined with a multitude of fire magic artifacts and, most importantly, fire elemental incarnations. In the Burning Legion, you could pull out a hundred Title Archmages, each capable of withstanding the assault of a First-Rank Heavenly Mage.
The Burning Legion's most renowned battle was when a thousand-strong Mage Legion, all Title Archmages, joined forces and slew a Heavenly Mage on the spot...
They used exactly the same tactics as Leon's Mage Legion just now: constructing explosive alchemical arrays to unleash power beyond their limits, producing a burst of force far greater than any individual mage could muster in a short span.
Back then, the Burning Legion used this very move to kill a Heavenly Mage: a thousand mages unleashed all their power in just a few seconds, disrupting every layer of space and leaving the Heavenly Mage no chance to escape.
But this Mage Legion is still far too weak. Using this combat method, three seconds is already their absolute limit.
It's nothing compared to the peak era of the Northend World. Back then, if you were willing to work hard, the odds of becoming a Title Archmage were enormous—maybe even easier than becoming a mage today.
Back then, if you tossed a Fireball on the street, you might hit several Title Archmages just by chance...
If breaking through to Heavenly Mage weren't such a different concept—transcending the mortal realm—maybe you'd see Heavenly Mages everywhere, and they wouldn't be so rare.
Leon shook his head, though he was quite satisfied with the Mage Legion's combat strength. After all, many among them were still Ninth-Rank Archmages, and only a portion had advanced to Title Archmage.
Only when every mage has advanced to Title Archmage can they truly unleash their full combat potential, and that's when the real power of Blaze Storm will be revealed.
With the Burning Legion's training regimen and equipment—ranked among the top three of the ten great mage legions of the future—how could they not be formidable...
The Black Iron Orcs retreated, and Leon didn't bother to give chase. The vanguard had done their job; now, it was the George Family's turn.
The mages returned to their meditation, while the George Family members, like vultures catching the scent of carrion, swarmed toward the tribe in a frenzy.
But their plan for a rapid assault quickly fell apart. This tribe was clearly much stronger, its defenses tighter. Spells rained down on the towering wooden walls, only sending up showers of sparks—there was no way to breach them in a short time.
As the flames licked at the thick wood, it merely shimmered with a metallic sheen, showing not the slightest sign of catching fire.
The George Family's offensive ground to a halt, while the Black Iron Orcs—having caught their breath—launched a wild counterattack. Fang, teeth bared, personally charged out to exact furious revenge on the George Family.
Leon watched the spectacle from a distance, while Doug stormed over, flustered and exasperated.
“Leon Merlin! Are you just going to stand there and watch the show? Damn it, what kind of vanguard are you running here? How could you let so many Black Iron Orcs get away—even Fang, their leader! It's downright hopelessly stupid!
And now you're not even hurrying to finish your task! We had an agreement, you backwater fools—are you trying to break the deal with the George Family?”
Doug rushed over, firing off complaints left and right. Watching the George Family take losses, Doug—who'd expected a flawless victory—simply couldn't accept it.
The previous attack on that tribe was ridiculously smooth. The George Family barely lifted a finger, yet they claimed the biggest haul—not just a mountain of points, but every resource the tribe had ended up in their pockets.
Now, faced with even a hint of trouble, they couldn't handle it—completely forgetting that if the George Family had attacked alone, their losses would have been far worse than this.
Hubert stroked Slaughter, his face twisted in frustration, wishing he could smack Doug's head straight into his gut. But remembering Leon's orders, he held back and walked away to avoid further annoyance.
Leon remained calm, casting a glance at the agitated Doug.
'Alright, I get it. Kurum, take the Mage Legion and go lend a hand.'
Doug was briefly stunned by the command, then a proud smile crept onto his face. He looked at Leon as if Leon were a fool—a pleasing fool, at that...
These Andalusian bumpkins might be fools, but as long as they listen to the George Family, that's fine. Wagner only sent me to ask for help, but there's no way I'll show these Andalusians any respect—otherwise, they'd definitely get the wrong idea.
See? Much better now. He didn't even hesitate or haggle, just agreed straight away—saving us all a ton of time.
Still, this commander really is a bit of a fool...
'Wait, we had an agreement. Your task is the vanguard, and since you haven't finished, you have to complete it. Right now, the George Family is helping you finish what's supposed to be your job. Once the tribe's defenses are broken, the rest is up to us.'
Leon nodded indifferently.
'Alright.'
Satisfied with the answer, Doug returned to the George Family and immediately reported his success to Wagner.
'Young Lord Wagner, I've told them. They're helping us with the assault. Ha! Actually, we're helping them finish their mission, but once the defenses are down, the rest is up to us.'
Wagner was momentarily taken aback, then burst out laughing.
This commander really is a fool—a fool from start to finish. He helps us break the tribe's defenses, not realizing how much benefit there is in what's coming next. Now I get it; this guy has probably never studied the points system at all.
No, he probably hasn't fought in the Blazeforge Realm before, or he'd know just how much profit and resources are hidden in every orc tribe...
Wagner openly ridiculed Leon's intelligence, then waited for Leon's Mage Legion to join the assault, even pulling back some of his own men to let Leon's people bear the brunt.
With Leon's Mage Legion joining the attack, the pace quickened noticeably. However, Fang was left to fend for himself—each time he was driven back, no one from the George Family pursued him.
As Leon led his team, Fang's hatred immediately shifted to him.
The frenzied Fang, glowing with a crimson light, charged at Leon like a ravenous wolf.
Leon frowned, while Reina calmly extended her hand, conjuring a swirling ball of icy shards in her palm.
With a gentle breath from Reina, the icy shards fluttered out like blue butterflies, showering Fang in a glittering cascade.
Instantly, Fang's wild movements slowed. The barely visible ice shards became a thin layer of frost, encasing him.
In less than a second, the crazed Fang became an ice sculpture rolling on the ground.
At that moment, Hubert rushed out, swinging Slaughter. His magic tattoos glowed, his aura grew fierce, and his face flushed red. He leapt a hundred meters into the air, then crashed down on the frozen Fang.
Slaughter was swung down with force, a series of white sonic boom clouds rising up, and the explosions echoed continuously.
Slaughter seemed to emit a faint bloody scent, and the sound of a dragon's roar could be heard from within. Hubert roared and smashed it down, landing squarely on Fang's body.
Boom...
In an instant, a visible shockwave spread from Fang's body, and the ground around him collapsed as if struck by a giant beast.
Fang's frozen body shattered into countless fragments, scattering with the shockwave.
Only now did everyone see that Fang wasn't just frozen on the surface, but was turned into solid ice from the outside in!
Reina's seemingly casual strike had turned Fang completely into a block of ice—both hard and brittle.
If Reina had acted personally, Fang wouldn't have lasted five seconds before being dealt with.
A few months ago, this would've been impossible...
The Black Iron Orcs, after all, possess Abyssal Demon bloodlines—strong bodies, great power, and the terrifying Crimson Battle Aura.
In the Blazeforge Realm, few can match the Black Iron Orcs.
An eighth-rank Black Iron Orc Sword Saint—most eighth-rank Title Archmages can't beat him, and even ninth-rank Title Archmages can't guarantee to kill Fang.
Although Reina is a Frost Dragon, her combat power drops significantly when not in dragon form. She only recently reached level 39, and in human form, she shouldn't be this strong.
But after fusing the empty shell of the ancient Poison Dragon's dragon core, everything changed. Using that core as a foundation, she rebuilt her own, marking a major leap in her essence.
It's like a level-39 porcupine—no matter how strong, it can't match a dragon of the same rank. That's the difference in essence.
But now, Reina can instantly freeze Fang from the outside in...
The difference in strength is simply unimaginable.
Fang died so quickly that no one had time to react...