"You said it yourself, so don't blame me." Orson chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his tone.
With a proud expression, Orson raised a hand, and the wind whispered past his ears.
Attack speed maxed.
Puff puff—
The Chaos Magic Ball erupted in a series of explosions, shaking the entire withered tree forest. The air was filled with constant booming sounds.
-2700!
Critical Hit - 60,000!
Critical Hit - 60,000!
Orson became a berserk artillery cannon, blasting the knights charging toward Karquil into the air, sending them flipping around.
"The Flame Dragon."
Orson's legendary staff emitted a fiery glow, and all the players who witnessed this scene were left speechless in awe.
"Wait, you're telling me this is C-grade fire magic? There's no way a C-grade elemental creature is that huge!"
"This guy... he's just... huge! And his shots go so far!"
"This is so weird, why's my face turning red? Is it because this guy's magic is too hot?"
