Lord of Flames

Seeing this scene, whether they were people of the Black Fox Tribe or the people of the other tribes, they all had their jaws hitting the floor!

As the head of the Black Fox Tribe, his strength was not weak. He was at least a third-rank Orcish warrior. But before the war started, he was killed!

When did these two Fox Tribes have such a powerful sorcerer!

Blame the Black Fox Tribe Chief for being too careless.

The Grey Fox and White Fox Tribe had always been very weak. He brought several thousand troops, plus their strength is not weak. No matter how you look, it was a sure win, so he carelessly went to that position.

If he stood a little further away, Meng Ying might not have been able to kill him.

"Sorcerers, they have such powerful sorcerers!" at this time, a Black Fox tribesman exclaimed.

"What the…!” The two sons of the Black Fox Tribe’s Chief were scared after watching their father being killed in a second.

A moment ago, the two of them were also looking at the Fox Girl Qing Ling. These two guys were just like pus. Not only were they retreating, but the Black Foxes in front were also retreating.

Even their Patriarch was killed by the other sorcerer. If they didn't retreat then they were waiting for death.

Those at the rear saw the patriarch being instantly killed, so they also retreated. Although the number of the Black Fox people was high, they had no backbone. They all stood there staring at each other, not knowing what to do.

Some people already had the intention to retreat! The whole army lost most of its fighting spirit.

As for the other Fox people, they originally gathered, because they were afraid of the Black Fox Tribe, so they had to send troops. Many of the tribes sent out people who were also weak, and now that they saw such a scene, they were eager for the defeat of the Black Fox Tribe, because the Black Fox Tribe was overpowering the other Fox Tribes.

Seeing this, the man with the strange sign on his face in the Black Fox Tribe stood up and said, "Don't back off, leave this sorcerer to me. Everyone, follow me."

When the man with the strange symbols on his face murmured, the strange symbols on his face lit up.

The High Priest is the High Priest, and the High Priest is not dead.

"We will follow the High Priest." a tall black Fox said.

The High Priest came forward and gave confidence to many Black Fox warriors. The Black Fox warriors began to hold their weapons and followed the High Priest to charge toward the stronghold.

"Ready!" Behind the hedge, the Chief of the White Fox Tribe raised her hand, and dozens of archers had drawn their bows. The arrows they use were all made of wood, but they were not weak, especially when a large number of Black Fox warriors have only simple wooden shields.

"Release the arrows!" At the order of the White Fox Clan Chief, dozens of arrows flew out.

The range of these arrows was not far, just a few dozen meters.

Seeing this, some Black Fox soldiers have raised wooden shields to protect their vital parts.

But there were still a dozen Black Fox soldiers who were shot in the body and fell to the ground screaming in pain. More Black Fox warriors were approaching.

Boom! Suddenly, a long flame burst out from the hedge, and a few fast-moving Black Fox warriors burst into the fire, burning all over.

Behind the hedge, Qing Ling constantly cast magic, some long-range attacks killed Black Fox warriors. Next to her, a dozen magic apprentices were casting magic too.

Thanks to Lin Yan's blessing, these apprentices learned to use the Fire Magic.

Magic was constantly being cast. Each time, a Black Fox warrior's life was taken away. Meng Ying was fighting the Black Fox Priest.

The High Priest of the Black Fox Tribe, who looked very old, was of the third-rank. Twice in a row, he blocked Meng Ying's attacks.

"Look, the sorcerer is being blocked by the High Priest. Don't be afraid, everyone. The fire is going out right away," shouted a Black Fox warrior.

The ditch in front of the hedge was going out. The High Priest looked at Meng Ying with a smile and made to cut towards Meng Ying's head. In fact, it was the entire Black Fox Tribe behind the Priest. In the Black Fox Tribe, the Priest has more prestige than the Patriarch. That's why even after the Chief had died they were able to quickly regain their morale.

As long as these black Fox warriors didn't retreat, with their numbers, flooding could drown a third-rank mage. Not to mention, the Priest.

He didn't like women, so even if he caught Meng Ying, he was ready to kill for the Patriarch's revenge and enhance his prestige.

Behind the hedge, Meng Ying's face turned cold, and she finally decided to use the Divine Spell she obtained from Lin Yan three days ago. She murmured and then raised her wand. The top of the wand began to shine, then the light grew brighter and brighter. The High Priest felt a faint uneasiness, but he could not tell the source of it.

"Come on! Go ahead and kill her!"

Then, the flame in front of the hedge finally went out. A large number of Black Fox warriors charged forward with wooden shields. Meng Ying looked at the soldiers expressionlessly and then pointed her wand at the High Priest.

The High Priest felt an invisible wave of energy.

And then…

Boom!

With him as the center, the area 100 meters around him instantly turned into a sea of flames.

This Divine Spell was like a ranged Attack Divine Spell. However, the scope of this Divine Attack was a little wide!

If Meng Ying's rank was higher, the power of Divine Spell would be greater.

"Ah!" the High Priest cried out. The symbols on his face lit up in an attempt to escape the fire.

But before he could take two steps, he was engulfed in flames and turned into ash. It was not just him. There were hundreds of Black Fox warriors still crowded in that area. But at this point, the Black Fox warriors turned into ash. One strike killed hundreds of Black Fox warriors and a third-rank Black Fox Priest.

If it wasn't for the divine spell, no third-rank mage could have done that, but Meng Ying did it!

The power of this strike was so great that all the soldiers on the battlefield stopped. The soldiers stared blankly at the land of flames, their faces turning pale. The feeling of impending disaster filled them all.