"Kyul kyul kyul kyul kyul!"0

A hearty laugh, one that was of a different class from Wallachwi's unpleasant chuckle resounded!0

The God of Radiance looked back.0

There stood another orc shaman. However, with broken molars and a smaller stature, he appeared rather pitiful.0

But instinctively, the god knew.0

This shaman was no ordinary being.0

The trajectories of power emanating from him wove intricate orbits around the shaman. If Wallachwi was a master of dark sorcery intoxicated by the abyss, this orc was a traditionalist who had earnestly ascended the realms of shamanism. And such power was at its zenith.0

He was the most fearsome kind of enemy.0

"It's been a long time thince I've theen thomeone like you!" the orc shaman spoke with a heavy lisp.0

Without hesitation, the god unleashed his power, which immediately pierced through the orc. He was hoping that the orc would crumble instantly.0

But nothing happened.0

The orc was already standing by Wallachwi's side.0

"The abyth, huh? You wield a dangerous power! How imprethive! Kyul kyul kyul kyul kyul!"0

He was an orc who couldn’t even pronounce words correctly due to missing some teeth, but he was dangerous regardless.0

"Since it's come to this, why don't you lend me your strength!"0

He reached his hand out to Wallachwi. Then, magical...0