The newly arrived Orcish god was a little smarter than Baghtru. Before the Undead could surround him, he leaped into the air and sent two Weakening Spells at Gruumsh's enemies.
Though both were blocked by Falan's brilliant light of defense, the two still could not help glancing at Shargass... The moment he landed, mace in hand, he cast Darkness Spell on himself and vanished.
Yet he had not escaped the Undead's detection at all... Darkness and shadows? Those were their old friends!
Shargass was eventually dragged out and surrounded so tightly by over a million people that not even water could pass through. There were clearly more spellcasters on his side.
Baghtru drew the attention of most of the Knights and Swordsmen.
Seeing Hill and Falan distracted by Shargass's movements, Gruumsh swiftly waved his arms. Within a hundred-meter-wide cylindrical space centered on the two, a fierce hailstorm came crashing down.
He could feel his storm power draining away... The massive storm that had initially canceled out the hurricane Hill summoned was actually being steadily pushed back by the hurricane's assault of sand, stone, and fiery meteors.
If he did not fight back, he would become the first Storm God to be killed by wind... Though he definitely could not keep using the identity of Talos, he was still the one in control right now, wasn't he?
Gruumsh might have been savage and cruel, but he still cared about his pride.
As for lightning... He violently swung a hand, and endless bolts of thunder followed the hail toward Hill and Falan.
Interesting. Gruumsh revealed a savage grin... The storm was leaving this incarnation of his even faster than the lightning. That brat from the World Tree's family had some real skill!
What a pity. With such a fine background, why did