Age of Adepts

The realm of spirits, wetland swamp.

Coiled Tooth Cave.

This is a huge body of water in the northwest corner of the Wetland Swamp.

Some people call it a lake, while others call it a sea, but from Greem's point of view, it is more accurate to define it as an inland sea.

Riding a huge spore flying bat, Greem flew at a height of 30 to 40 meters above the ground, and followed the winding direction of the stream and river below him, heading towards the area with the thickest water mist.

"This is Niga Waterway... The people living here are mainly small murlocs and lobstermen... They are not very gregarious and are in a state of war all year round..." This giant spore flying bat is also a Tier 2 creature , has not weak intelligence, and the attitude towards Greem is much more respectful than ordinary people of the same kind.

After listening to the other party's introduction, Greem looked down curiously.

Between the tall mushroom trees, a huge water channel more than 100 meters wide flows quietly below him.

At regular intervals, narrow streams would lead out from the waterway, forming a shallow puddle in a certain area. The village of the little murlocs was built on shallow water, all of which were wooden houses on the water with crude workmanship and simple styles.

And when the spore bats flew over the murloc village, from time to time, they could see the ugly dark green figure chasing after them screaming 'Wah-wa-wa-la'.

"What kind of murlocs are they? Black-finned murlocs or ink-jet murlocs?" Greem's eyes flashed blue, and he quickly recorded the appearance and body characteristics of these murlocs into the database, and quickly compared them. .

The information fed back by the chip is: the probability of black fin murlocs is 67%, the probability of inkjet murlocs is 25%, the probability of summoning tide murlocs is 7%...the probability of other murlocs is less than 1%, so it will not be displayed up.

"They are black-finned murlocs!" The giant spore flying bat spread its wings and flew among the tall mushroom trees, turning its head and replying: "You wizards are indeed all knowledgeable and powerful. You know even such an inconspicuous little guy as the black-finned murloc."

Greem didn't pay too much attention to the giant spore bat's compliments, but looked into the distance, looking at the tall figures standing on some small islands in the middle of the river.

They are simply enlarged versions of lobsters, standing upright like humans, walking with four jointed limbs stretched under the flat abdomen and webbed tails, and fighting and intimidating the enemy with two strong and powerful pincers.

Compared to the little murlocs, these lobstermen are stronger and braver, and the surface of their bodies is covered with a layer of thick scales, and a layer of strange moss grows on the scales. With such protection, the little murloc's crude swords and spears either couldn't cut through the scales, or slipped on the moss, making it difficult to cause serious damage to it.

It's no wonder that the lobstermen occupy the best hunting position in the middle of the waterway, and drive the little murlocs to more 'remote' areas.

And their food is the large number of small fish in the waterway.

Seeing those little murlocs chasing under the giant spore flying bat, screaming strangely and throwing spears into the air, and then falling powerlessly in the middle, they accidentally injured many of their companions.

"They don't seem to have a good relationship with you?" Greem asked.

"My people often come here to devour one or two little murlocs when they are tired of eating mushrooms. Therefore, the relationship between us has always been tense!" the giant spore flying bat simply explained.

It seemed to recall the delicious taste of the little murloc's flesh and blood, and it couldn't help grinning silly.

"Won't the wise man stop your 'killing' behavior?"

"Killing? No, no, no... This is not killing, but hunting. Creatures like little murlocs have too strong reproductive ability. If they are not restricted, they will fill their green figures in the wetland without restraint." Every inch of space. So, we eat little murlocs, little murlocs eat smaller aquatic creatures, and aquatic creatures eat sand... This is the privilege bestowed on us by the laws of the plane, even the most respected wise men Inalienable!"

Hearing the other party's answer, Greem couldn't help but secretly nodded.

In the world of wizards, even many Tier 2 creatures in the Black Forest are still in the stage of ignorance and primitive instincts, but this ordinary Tier 2 flying bat in the spirit world already has such an understanding.

This is not pure intelligence, but the insight and experience that can only be obtained after experiencing the world.

"Master Wizard, you have to sit still, we are about to cross the death quagmire... The creatures there have not been very friendly recently..." Following the loud reminder of the giant spore flying bat, its body quickly circled and shuttled, passing through After passing a small mound, it suddenly broke into a strange land.

Gremwu, who had been sitting peacefully on his back, stood up, his sharp eyes scanning the strange land in front of him in surprise.

Perhaps not so long ago, this place used to be a large and beautiful lake.

However, with the passage of time, the lake water here was lost to other places for some unknown reason, so large tracts of dark and sticky lake bed alder were exposed, turning into a death quagmire full of terrible stench.

Those swamp creatures that lost their habitat due to environmental changes began to become crazy, and they robbed the remaining water swamps in some low-lying areas. For this last little source of water, all the swamp creatures fell into fighting and scrambling.

Looking far away, Greem could see countless carapace fragments and broken limbs in the black mud at the bottom of the lake. Those who can survive such cruel and bloody battles are terrifying powerhouses, especially the swamp giants, fungal giants and hydras.

However, even as victors, they don't have enough water to moisten their bodies, so they can only drag their nearly withered bodies staggering forward in the vast death quagmire, which is almost tens of kilometers away, looking for the remaining water swamps.

The quagmire of death... This place really deserves to be called the quagmire of death!

"Wait for me on the top, I'll go get some specimens!" Greem simply greeted the giant spore flying bat, and jumped down into the sky.

The altitude of more than forty meters was nothing to Greem, he didn't even apply a 'slow fall' technique to himself, and fell into the mud at the bottom of the lake like a falling bolide.

There was a muffled bang.

Columns of mud splashed and waves of fire rolled.

Before the black and smelly silt splashed in the air landed, they were swept away by streaks of crimson flames and evaporated in an instant.

Greem's body only squatted slightly, and the terrifying impact of falling from a high altitude was eliminated.

If it were someone else, they would fall down with no buffer, and the body would not be smashed to pieces, and the internal organs would also have to bear the terrible impact. And Greem's 32-point physical advantage was clearly evident at this time. The recoil of other people's deadly force was placed on him, but his mind was a little dizzy, and his whole body didn't even have any internal injuries.

He slowly stood upright, and stepped out of the mud pit that had been baked into dry and hard clods.

The momentum of his powerful arrival was so amazing that it naturally attracted the attention of several tall and shambling figures around him.

Seeing his stalwart body shrouded in flames, the nearest withered swamp giant rushed over with a roar.

It's just a Tier 2 swamp giant who dares to charge a Tier 4 wizard... From this almost death-seeking behavior, it can be seen that the blight has not only hurt its body, but even its brain has become a little sick. It's not clear.

Greem snorted coldly, supported his body with a stick in his left hand, stretched his right hand forward, and faced the enemy with his palm, one after another, the scorching fireballs blasted towards the opponent's body like a continuous cannonball.

Greem was only 2 meters tall, while the withered swamp giant was about 7 meters tall. However, under the attack of the terrifying flame witchcraft, not only was the opponent unable to take a step forward, but he was hit by the fireball and retreated again and again, his entire body began to dry out and disintegrate.

The tall and mighty bodies of swamp giants are imbued with tenacious and long-lasting vitality. Even if 1/3 of their bodies are missing, they can grow back with their own vitality. It is because of this tenacious life that they can survive the dry season for several years and survive to this day.

However, no matter how long and tenacious the vitality is, when it faces a terrifying legendary fire witch, everything becomes useless!

With only 5 knuckles and 7 fireballs, Greem blasted the withered swamp giant to pieces, disintegrating into a bloody mess all over the ground.

Dots of fluorescent light emanated from the body of the shattered swamp giant, slowly blending into the mist that shrouded the sky and the earth. But Greem frowned, stretched out his hand to grab lightly, and picked up another cloud of faint black smoke from the void.

Greem's flame power condensed into a fireball, sealing the black smoke inside.

Some black smoke that was eager to escape hit the inner wall of the fireball, and was instantly burned to ashes by the lingering flames. And the remaining black smoke seemed to know how bad it was, and no longer dared to get close to the inner wall of the fireball, coiling around inside like a group of headless flies, rushing around, as if looking for a way out.

The plane law of the spirit world is too powerful, isn't it, that even Black Smoke has intelligence?

Greem sneered coldly, his eyes gathered together, his blue lights flickered, and he quickly scanned the details of the black smoke.

"Hey, I found a heterogeneous virus-causing bacteria...Warning, this virus is terribly contagious and fatal, and can cause third-level disease invasion to the main body...It is recommended that the subject open the flame barrier to prevent infection..."

really……

The moment he saw the black smoke, Greem felt an extremely familiar feeling.

Sure enough, the results of the chip scan also confirmed his guess.

The so-called Fusarium wilt is actually a special bacterial invasion.

However, the way this bacteria invades and spreads is somewhat similar to the method used by Remy, the plague poison spirit.