Age of Adepts

Night fell.

The wetland swamp shrouded in darkness is even more charming.

In a clearing by the lake, Emelia lit a bonfire and began to cook broth in a saucepan. Coupled with some fresh and tender mushrooms picked temporarily, the fragrant smell floats far and far in the foggy and wet swamp...

Remy didn't know where to go after dark.

Greem wasn't worried about it at all.

After all, the title of Tier 3 Plague Poison Spirit is not for nothing. If you really want to be ruthless, Remy alone can make a small area dead in an instant.

As for Greem, from the moment the night fell, he came to the top of a huge mushroom tree, sat on the edge of the canopy, and looked at the surrounding different planes and natural landscapes from a distance. admiration and awe.

A thick, wet fog floated over the swamp, making the stars in the sky seem so dim and blurry.

And within the line of sight, there are large or small mushroom trees that rise and fall, just like a mushroom forest, which is amazing. Being here, people will have an illusion that it is not that the mushrooms have become bigger, but that they have suddenly become smaller.

In a daze, it was as if a human being had suddenly turned into an ant. The wild roadside mushrooms that could be crushed before had now turned into towering trees. My own strength was so small and powerless at this time...

And among the mushroom forests, the fluorescent spores flying everywhere are as dense and light as fireflies.

They are everywhere and all the time, and they will take root wherever they float, and grow into new mushrooms.

Some mushrooms are lucky enough to grow so huge that they become part of the vast mushroom forest, while others are eaten as food by wandering fungal giants and swamp creatures as soon as they sprout.

In addition to these fluorescent spores, many enlarged versions of spore flying bats can be seen in the wetland swamp sky. They are also feeding on fluorescent spores, flying around the giant mushroom umbrellas, chasing and devouring these free-floating little things.

These spore flying bats look a bit like devil fishes, flapping their flat bat wings to glide freely in the air, dragging behind them with a black sharp thorn at the end of the long tail, which faintly exudes a bitter toxin smell.

Ordinary spore bats naturally did not dare to provoke Greem.

But there are always guys who don't open their eyes and will come to the door by themselves.

So, when Greem was sitting on the 50-meter-high giant mushroom canopy enjoying the unique night view here, a spore flying bat with a biological level as high as 2 discovered him and launched a swift attack on him.

This is a spore flying bat with a strange battle spirit. Its bat wings are black, its body is covered with brown hard hairs, and its skin has good anti-magic properties.

However, its attack methods are relatively monotonous, either spitting acid from the mouth, or swooping down to attack with a highly poisonous tail. Naturally, such an attack method would not be able to threaten Greem at all. If he didn't want to experience the so-called war spirit, Greem might be able to end the battle within five to six fingers of time.

The acid sprayed by Black Wing was evaporated by Greem's condensed fireball, and every time it wanted to get close to Greem, it would be forced back by the rushing flames.

After several trials with no results, the furious Black Wing finally activated the war spirit ability.

A strange mental shock wave landed on Greem's body, the power was not too great, but the strange paralyzing power that came with it made Greem freeze in place.

A strange ability of a Tier 3 creature can actually ignore magic resistance and take effect on Greem of Tier 4, and the time is not short. Such a strange ability immediately caught Greem's attention!

Taking advantage of Greem's wide-open eyes and stiff body, the black wing glides past quickly. Taking advantage of the staggered passing gap, the poisonous thorn behind him slashes towards his neck.

But its attack is nothing more than that!

In the next second, a big hand burning with raging flames grabbed the tail of the black-winged bat and firmly fixed it in place. And then, the flames exploded, quickly spreading along the tail of the bat to the whole body of Black Wing.

The terrible burning pain made Hei Yi die in pain, struggling and rolling desperately, but it was difficult to escape the control of the big hand of the flame.

And in Greem's mind, the chip that had already returned to normal finally issued a series of notification sounds.

"Psychic paralysis, a unique racial ability of spore flying bat elite-level creatures. During the battle, some special scale powder will fall off the surface of the body and invade the opponent's body silently. When necessary, it will be triggered by mental power to paralyze its spirit and make it Lost the ability to resist."

"So it's not a pure psychic ability, but a combination of psychic power and special substances." Greem couldn't help but ponder.

He was a little overwhelmed in today's battle.

If he really regarded this black wing as an opponent, even if he didn't prop up the Burning Domain, he would use the flame barrier to protect his body. In this way, no matter how much scale powder the opponent spreads, it will be burnt up as soon as it enters the barrier area, so how can it threaten Greem at all.

However, the opponent's scale powder can actually paralyze and paralyze the spiritual consciousness of a fourth-level wizard. Although the time is very short, it is worth studying.

Just when Greem's heart was twitching, and the thought of killing people loomed in his consciousness, an unusually old voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Strange visitor from afar, please let this ignorant guy go! On behalf of it, on behalf of the wetland swamp, I would like to express my sincere apologies to you..."

Greem turned his head suddenly, not far behind him, a strange creature only one meter tall was watching him calmly.

If he hadn't sensed the pure natural breath in the opponent's body, perhaps Greem would have regarded it as an ordinary swamp pollution monster. The one-meter-high body is really too small. Its body is covered with brown-black algae and some smelly black mud. The real face is covered by the messy algae, making it difficult to see it reality.

However, the powerful spiritual coercion of the fourth-order creatures is real!

"You are..." With a thought in Greem's mind, the flame burning on the surface of the black wing was instantly extinguished.

However, after being severely injured, that black wing also became dying, and its whole body hung limply, only the bat tail was still in Greem's hands.

"Hello, stranger from afar, my name is Moat, the wise man of this swamp!"

"So you are Moat. To be honest, we are going to find you!" Greem was slightly startled, and he was also a little afraid of the supernatural powers of these wise men.

"A stranger from afar, before we find a place to talk, see... can we treat this guy, Black Wing?" Although this Moat is small in stature, he speaks neither humble nor overbearing, Really has a convincing majesty.

Greem raised his right hand, looked at the scorched black wings, and smiled calmly.

"I'm only good at setting fires, not saving people. If you have a way, I'd like to see your methods!"

"Since your Excellency has no objection, it's easy to handle, leave it to me!" Moat's face was hidden under the disheveled algae, making it impossible to see the changes in its expression.

It was leaning on a pitch-black cane that was half as high as its own head, and when it paused lightly on its feet, it shot out a grass-green plant-based light wave and hit the scorched black wing.

Immediately, with the crackling sound of flesh and blood, the scorched skin on the surface of the black wing burst and fell off, revealing the new skin that grew underneath. Black Wing, which was dying a moment ago, came back to life in an instant, but because of Greem's terrifying majesty, it was still limp on the ground, not daring to move an inch.

A level 4 wise man pleaded for mercy in person, and Greem had no choice but to give it this face.

Greem snorted softly, and cut off the venomous stinger of the black-winged bat's tail with a stroke of his right hand.

The stinger fell on the canopy of the mushroom and bounced a few times, while the body of Black Wing, which was still under Greem's control, trembled in pain, but still did not dare to struggle too much.

"Go, remember to grow your eyes next time, and don't provoke someone who is more ruthless than you!" Greem threw away the black wing, took the poisonous thorn into his hand, and put it away.

There are also some scales on the surface of the stinger, and it is enough to study those scale powders!

As soon as he was released, that Tier 3 Black Wing flew away without looking back, and the original ferocious aura was no longer there.

That Moat watched all this calmly and did not object.

Smelling the scent of the fragrant broth coming from under the giant mushroom tree, Greem smiled and invited him: "Emelia's broth is ready, Lord Moat, why don't you try it together? Bar!"

The other party smiled 'indifferently'.

"That's annoying!"

Emelia didn't seem to be surprised at the swamp wise Moat who suddenly appeared in the camp. Because they have already met a wise man in a small area during this trip, and these wise men seem to have some kind of strange communication method.

Therefore, Emelia had expected that the other party would come to them just a day after they entered the wetland swamp.

She waited attentively for the two of them to sit down by the campfire, and then filled them with a large bowl of broth. With the soft bread and cheese, the three of them ate and drank happily.

While eating and drinking, Greem squinted at this strange swamp sage, and finally couldn't help but said, "Your Excellency Moat, I don't know what race you are from?"

To be honest, since seeing this Moat, Greem has been guessing its race. Unfortunately, each one is specious and unconvincing.

"Hehe, my race of origin may be a bit beyond your expectation..." That Moat laughed and said, "I am a swamp giant!"

A swamp giant... a meter-high swamp giant...

Hearing the other party's answer, Greem was instantly stunned.