"Come forth, my summons, Elderwood Sentinel!"
Aria spoke loudly as dense vines violently erupted from the ground, twisting like living serpents as they surged toward the Graythorn Orc Warrior in front of her.
"Roar!"
Unfortunately, her summons were severely weakened in this wasteland where almost no vegetation could be found.
Before the vines could even wrap around the orcs, they were ruthlessly cut down.
Now she was left with only her Stone Golems.
Ten of them.
All standing at level 30.
"Krazh Morn Zha!"
But even they were not enough.
All because of a single spell spoken by one of the orcs standing in front.
The orc was a Shaman.
No wonder these orcs reached this location so quickly. The Orc Shaman was clearly skilled in wind-type magic.
*Swoosh!*
The moment it chanted in an unknown language, a violent, invisible wind shot forward.
It struck Aria's summons directly, eroding her stone golem in an instant and shattering it into dust.
