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Some ogres with red circles painted on their bellies were happily dancing comically, apparently belonging to the Fireball Clan’s Ogre Mages.

Unlike the Blue Storm Clan’s Ogre Magicians, these Fireball Clan’s Ogre Mages were, like Mega Fatty, only obsessed with conjuring fireballs.

And most of them were violent, preferring to exert all their strength in casting one great fireball and only being able to perform a single large-scale attack.

As for things like lightning bolts and lightning strike skills, even if they had great power, they seemed heretical to the Ogre Mages.

Thanks to their efforts, more than a dozen large fireballs with a diameter of about one meter flew through the air, looking like a poor man’s meteor shower, making a magnificent sight.

These fireballs fell on the inevitable path of the Blue Storm Ogre’s charge, directly blasting a group of unlucky fellows into the air.

Mega Fatty and Second Fatty, the Dragonborn Two-headed Ogre, stood next to the Fireball Clan Ogre Mages. Mega Fatty had just forcibly squeezed out a bit of magic power to cast a great fireball.

Because of building the earth and stone bridges, his magic power was already exhausted. After forcing the spell, he now only felt dizzy and fatigued.

So the control of their body had to be handed over entirely to Second Fatty.

Second Fatty glanced disdainfully at Mega Fatty, took the two-handed hammer given by Sofia from his back, and then put the patched fire stick back in the position of the previous double-headed hammer.

Although he wanted to throw away this broken piece of wood, if he really did that, Mega Fatty would probably fight him to the death.

Spellcasters could provide some help in large-scale battles, but if they didn’t reach a very powerful level, the final outcome of the battle still depended on the majority of brute-force warriors.

Ogre and Minotaur Spellcasters differed greatly from ordinary humanoids. Even if their magic power was exhausted, they could still participate in close combat by wielding their huge wands.

Now the spellcasters of both sides were doing the same in this life-and-death struggle that determined the survival of their respective tribes and legions. There was no notion of sparing the lives of spellcasters here.

Of course, fools like Mega Fatty who forcibly overdrew their magic power had no fighting power.

But luckily, the two-headed ogre had another head to deal with these situations.

Second Fatty’s two-handed hammer in hand was constantly emitting a strange magical glow, boosting the morale of the surrounding friendly soldiers.

Fireball Clan and Blue Storm Clan Ogres finally confronted each other. Although the spellcasters on both sides seemed evenly matched, there was a significant difference between their melee troops.

Even though the ogres of both sides seemed to have similar sizes, once they really went head-to-head, the ogres with red circles painted on their bellies quickly fell behind.

Only the few dozen ogres who had initially transformed into Dragonborn had

the strength to fight.

Unlike the Fireball Clan, the Blue Storm Ogres, although equally clumsy, were always able to dodge fatal attacks at critical moments.

Moreover, within them were a few even stronger individuals, exactly what Gaz had mentioned earlier – Ogre Berserkers.

These special ogres didn’t appear particularly different in size but were covered in gruesome, frightening scars.

Common low-quality weapons could only cause shallow wounds on their body and stimulated their ferocity and hidden abilities.

The blood that flowed from their wounds was transformed into crimson mist, enveloping the bodies of these Ogre Berserkers.

They rampaged through the battlefield, wielding their chipped, low-quality great axes with the same skill as divine weapons.

Just using brute force, they could easily cut their opponents in half, and even a strong adult ogre or Minotaur was no exception.

The crimson mist not only significantly strengthened the Ogre Berserkers but also made their brains go mad, gradually losing rationality.So sometimes, these Ogres couldn’t tell who was friend or foe and would inadvertently kill nearby Minotaurs or other allies along with the creatures of the Soaring Dragon Legion.

Under the enhancement of the crimson, bizarre mist, these unique Blue Storm Ogres became even more violent, attacking faster and seemingly immune to pain.

Even when seriously injured, they were still agile and powerful.

To stop these crazed creatures, one had to cut off their heads or pierce their hearts.

Only by truly killing them could their madness be stopped.

But overall, the Soaring Dragon Legion suffered greater casualties.

With the help of these Ogre Berserkers, the battle became more and more stagnant.

Chimeras in the sky constantly spewed lightning breath.

On the ground battlefield, only the Lizardman spear throwers on the Subterranean Giant Lizards posed a certain threat to them except for the flying monsters.

If this continued, it was still uncertain who would win or lose in the end.

But soon, the battle reached its biggest turning point.

Sofia, who had been staying behind, was furious. She cast the Flight Skill on herself and flew directly to the center of the battlefield.

Instead of the useless Soaring Dragon Legion, she decided to take matters into her hands.

This scared Saru, who hurriedly followed, flapping his dragon wings, fearing any accident might happen to the half-elf girl.

The Soul Eater Wand containing Moray’s seal also floated beside Sofia, not wanting to miss the excitement.

As for the magic puppet that was being built for Otto, Elise and the others were now taking care of it.

Sofia’s actions, of course, did not escape Otto’s notice, and he was taken aback by the bold girl.

It should be noted that the long-ranged and powerful Torsion Ballista had not attacked yet.

He had always been flying on the edge of the battlefield and had not personally taken action because of this, but Sofia clearly had not considered that much.

With the Soul Eater Wand in hand, the half-elf girl silently recited a complex spell.

“Great Fireball Skill, Multi-casting!”

A large amount of magical power surged from the half-elf girl, and huge fireballs with a diameter of over three meters formed around Sofia.

It was clear that Sofia had also mastered this special casting technique developed by Moray.

Although many advanced spells existed in Moray’s memory, Sofia’s current abilities were not sufficient enough to use them easily.

In such a situation, some special casting methods could greatly increase her combat effectiveness.

For example, right now, the number of fireballs Sofia released alone was even greater than that of all the Fireball Clan’s Ogres combined.

Moreover, they were even larger in size.

If the joint casting of the Fireball Ogres looked like a degraded version of Meteor Shower, then Sofia’s current prowess seemed to be an attempt to impersonate a genuine Meteor Shower..